{"id":10555,"date":"2021-12-21T12:52:00","date_gmt":"2021-12-21T10:52:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=10555"},"modified":"2021-12-23T12:42:47","modified_gmt":"2021-12-23T10:42:47","slug":"dennoch-frische-still-freshnness-totusi-prospetmea","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=10555","title":{"rendered":"DENNOCH FRISCHE \/ STILL FRESHNNESS \/ TOTUSI PROSPETMEA"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

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DENNOCH FRISCHE \/ STILL FRESHNNESS \/ TOTUSI PROSPETMEA<\/p>\n


Und dennoch Frische, dennoch Sch\u00f6nheit,
wenn sie sich zeigt, will ich sie jagen,
wenn ringsum auch Ruinen br\u00f6ckeln.
Ich will die Weckeruhr, die rasend tickt,
und auch den alten K\u00fcchenschrank, den wei\u00dfen,
mit seinen T\u00fcten, Tees und Tagnacht-Giften.
Ich will dies schnelle Fahrzeug, \u00fcberm Abgrund schwebend,
und niemand ausgenommen von Gefahr,
die, eine Wolke drohend, \u00fcber allem steht.
Ich m\u00f6cht dich fest in meinen Armen halten,
wenn mir nur Handlungsraum beschieden ist.
Ich will, dass deine T\u00fccher vor mir schimmern,
will sie herunterrei\u00dfen, eh du fliehst.
Ich will, dass wir um Daseinsrechte streiten
und keiner nachdenkt, ob man streiten darf.
Ich will den scharfen Anschlag meines Hundes,
der deine sanfte Hand am Ohr gern duldet,
doch jede schwere von sich weist.
Ich will mit lauten Zornesworten fechten,
die feucht sind und obsz\u00f6n vor Wissensdrang.
ich will den Kleinkram-Seelen mich versagen,
ich mag nicht diese Stickluft, die ihr hinnehmt, leiden,
wills Hemd aufrei\u00dfen, Atem sch\u00f6pfend, meine ganze Brust.<\/p>\n


ROLAND ERB<\/p>\n

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STILL FRESHNESS<\/p>\n

And yet freshness, yet beauty,
when it appears, I want to chase it,
even if ruins are crumbling all around.
I want the alarm clock that is ticking madly
and also the old kitchen cupboard, the white one,
with its bags, teas and day-night poisons.
I want that fast vehicle floating over the abyss
and no one is spared the danger
which, threatening like a cloud, stands above all.
I want to hold you tight in my arms
if I have but room to act.
I want your cloths to shimmer before me
I want to tear them off before you flee.
I want us to fight over rights of existence
and no one to think whether we may quarrel.
I want the sharp touch of my dog
who will tolerate your gentle hand on his ear,
but rejects all the hard ones.
I want to fight with loud words of anger
that are wet and obscene with desire for knowledge.
I want to deny myself to the petty souls,
I will not suffer this sticking air that you accept,
I want to tear open my shirt, catching my breath, my whole chest.<\/p>\n

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TOTUSI PROASPETIMEA<\/p>\n

\u0218i totusi prospe\u021bimea, totusi frumuse\u021bea,
cand apare, vreau s\u0103 o urm\u0103resc,
chiar daca imprejur se prabusesc ruine.
Vreau ceasul de\u0219tept\u0103tor care ticaie furios
dar \u0219i vechiul dulap de buc\u0103t\u0103rie, cel alb,
cu pungi, ceaiuri \u0219i otr\u0103vuri de zi-noapte.
Vreau acel vehicul rapid, care pluteste peste abis
\u0219i nimeni nu este scutit de primejdie
care, amenin\u0163\u00e2nd un nor, st\u0103 deasupra a tot.
Vreau s\u0103 te str\u00e2ng \u00een bra\u021be
de-as avea posibilitatea.
Vreau ca hainele tale s\u0103 str\u0103luceasc\u0103 \u00een fa\u021ba mea
vreau s\u0103 le smulg \u00eenainte s\u0103 fugi.
Vreau s\u0103 ne certam pentru dreptul de-a exista
\u0219i nimeni sa nu socoteasca de-i bine sau nu sa ne certam.
Vreau atingerea ascu\u021bita a c\u00e2inelui meu
ce tolereaza cu placere m\u00e2na ta bl\u00e2nd\u0103 pe urechea lui,
dar le respinge pe toate cele grele.
Ma voi imprejmui cu vorbe puternice de furie
umede \u0219i obscene de setea de cunoa\u0219tere.
Vreau s\u0103 m\u0103 refuz sufletelor meschine,
Nu-mi place aerul \u0103sta lipicios pe care \u00eel acceptati,
Vreau sa-mi sfasii c\u0103ma\u0219a, tragand puternic aer \u00een tot pieptul. <\/p>\n

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

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