{"id":10455,"date":"2021-11-27T13:02:02","date_gmt":"2021-11-27T11:02:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=10455"},"modified":"2021-12-23T12:43:52","modified_gmt":"2021-12-23T10:43:52","slug":"nacht-im-zerbrochenen-sessel-nigh-in-the-broken-armchair-noaptea-in-fotoliul-rupt-nuit-dans-le-fauteuil-brise","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=10455","title":{"rendered":"NACHT IM ZERBROCHENEN SESSEL \/ NIGH IN THE BROKEN ARMCHAIR \/ NOAPTEA \u00ceN FOTOLIUL RUPT \/ NUIT DANS LE FAUTEUIL BRIS\u00c9"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

NACHT IM ZERBROCHENEN SESSEL \/ NIGH IN THE BROKEN ARMCHAIR \/ NOAPTEA \u00ceN FOTOLIUL RUPT \/ NUIT DANS LE FAUTEUIL BRIS\u00c9<\/p>\n


Nur eine Handbreit entfernt
scheinen die N\u00e4chsten,
doch rufst du sie nicht.
Der Schmerz rei\u00dft ein klaffendes Loch
in die alte, bew\u00e4hrte Festigkeit
deines Leibs,
als ob du f\u00fcr immer untersinkst,
alles vergeblich war,
was ringsum sich t\u00fcrmte –
Gedanken, Kl\u00e4nge und Bilder,
stets noch versprochne Gen\u00fcsse
im schwankenden Lebensger\u00fcst.
Auch tr\u00fcbt sich allm\u00e4hlich die Klarheit
dieses einsamen Sinnens,
und fast ist es,
als ob du dich selbst nicht mehr h\u00e4ltst –
So langsam tritt durch den Vorhang
das erste Licht.<\/p>\n

ROLAND ERB<\/p>\n

………………….<\/p>\n

NIGH IN THE BROKEN ARMCHAIR<\/p>\n

The closest seem to be
only a hand’s breadth away
but you don’t call them.
The pain tears a gaping hole
into the old, proven strength
of your body,
as if you were sinking under forever
as if everything that piled up around you
was in vain –
thoughts, sounds and images,
still promised pleasures
in the swaying framework of life.
Also gradually the clarity
of this lonely mind dims
and it is almost
as if you no longer hold yourself –
so, slowly the first light
comes through the curtain.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

………………….<\/p>\n

NOAPTEA \u00ceN FOTOLIUL RUPT<\/p>\n

Doar la o palma distanta
cei mai apropiati par a fi
insa nu ii chemi.
Durerea sfasie o gaur\u0103 imensa
\u00een for\u021ba veche \u0219i dovedit\u0103
a trupului t\u0103u,
ca \u0219i cum te-ai scufunda pentru totdeauna
si tot ce s-a adunat in jurul tau
a fost in zadar –
g\u00e2nduri, sunete \u0219i imagini,
pl\u0103ceri inca promise
\u00een cadrul schimbator al vie\u0163ii.
De asemenea, treptat, claritatea
acestei minti singuratice se intuneca
si este ca si cum
nu te mai \u021bii pe tine insuti –
a\u0219a c\u0103, incet \u00eencet,
prima lumin\u0103
intra prin perdea.<\/p>\n

………………….<\/p>\n


NUIT DANS LE FAUTEUIL BRIS\u00c9<\/p>\n

Les plus proches sembles \u00eatre
\u00e0 distance d’une main
mais tu ne les appelles pas.
La douleur fait un trou b\u00e9ant
dans la vieille force \u00e9prouv\u00e9e
de ton corps,
comme si tu t’enfon\u00e7ais \u00e0 jamais,
que tout ce qui s’entassait autour
\u00e9tait en vain –
des pens\u00e9es, des sons et des images,
des plaisirs encore promis
dans le cadre oscillant de la vie.
Aussi, peu \u00e0 peu, la clart\u00e9
de ce esprit solitaire s’estompe,
et c’est presque
comme si tu ne te tenais plus toi-m\u00eame –
ainsi, lentement, la premi\u00e8re lumi\u00e8re
traverse le rideau.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

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

\u00a0<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[39,36],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10455","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-roland","category-translated-german-english"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10455","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=10455"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10455\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10457,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10455\/revisions\/10457"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10455"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10455"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10455"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}