{"id":10396,"date":"2021-11-10T21:57:56","date_gmt":"2021-11-10T19:57:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=10396"},"modified":"2021-11-10T21:57:57","modified_gmt":"2021-11-10T19:57:57","slug":"despartirea-the-separation","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=10396","title":{"rendered":"DESPARTIREA \/ THE SEPARATION"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

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DESPARTIREA \/ THE SEPARATION<\/p>\n


Cu ochii \u00eengrozi\u0163i privesc degradarea
– carne alb\u0103 a pe\u015ftelui \u015fi a p\u00e2inii ap\u0103r\u0103-m\u0103!
M\u0103 mi\u015fc printre t\u0103ceri \u015fi morminte.
Aici \u2013 felul \u00een care am \u00eempietrit \u015fi eu
\u00eentr-un noiembrie greu, prietene.
Al\u0103turi \u2013 o mas\u0103 de carne putred\u0103.
S\u0103-\u0163i imaginezi desp\u0103r\u0163irea de patrie
c\u00e2nd singur\u0103 diminea\u0163a stai \u00een fa\u0163a paginii.
Auzi scr\u00e2\u015fnetul
\u015fi ma\u015fin\u0103ria \u00eencepe s\u0103 mearg\u0103: poeme
despre ceea ce a\u015f fi putut deveni
dac\u0103 b\u00e2lciul de dincolo de fereastr\u0103
ar fi avut ritmul inimii mele.
Poeme despre partizanii din mun\u0163ii sufletului.
Poeme de dragoste ca \u015fop\u00e2rlele cu coada t\u0103iat\u0103.
Poeme despre gunoaie.
Poeme cu ochi umezi de c\u00e2ine.
Poeme despre prietenii disp\u0103ru\u0163i sau pierdu\u0163i.
Poeme despre acizii sulfurici din minte,
vomitatul harnic \u015fi sila, frumuse\u0163ea pierdut\u0103,
s\u0103r\u0103cia, orbirea \u015fi frica.<\/p>\n

\u015ei cum mai huruie ma\u015fin\u0103ria asta, mam\u0103,
cum mai huruie…<\/p>\n

S\u0103-\u0163i imaginezi desp\u0103r\u0163irea de patrie
\u015fi o b\u0103taie groas\u0103 \u00een u\u015f\u0103
s\u0103 te trezeasc\u0103.<\/p>\n

S-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat de mult
\u015fi tocmai \u00een mijlocul patriei.<\/p>\n

MARIANA MARIN<\/p>\n

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The separation<\/p>\n

With horrified eyes I watch the decay
– white flesh of fish and bread protect me!
I move among silences and graves.
Here – the way I froze
on a hard November too, my friend.
Beside – a table of rotting flesh.
Imagine parting from your homeland
when alone in the morning you stand before the page.
You hear the creak
and the machine starts running: poems
about what I could have become
if the fair beyond the window
had the rhythm of my heart.
Poems about the partisans in the mountains of the soul.
Love poems like lizards with their tails cut off.
Poems about garbage.
Poems with wet dog eyes.
Poems about missing or lost friends.
Poems about sulfuric acids in the mind,
the industious vomiting and the coercion, the lost beauty,
poverty, blindness and fear.<\/p>\n

And how this machine roars, Mother,
how it roars…<\/p>\n

Imagine the separation from your homeland
and a heavy knock on the door
to wake you up.<\/p>\n

It’s been a long time
and right in the middle of the homeland.<\/p>\n


English version, Maria Magdalena Biela<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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