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VIRGIL CARIANOPOL (29.03.1908-6.04.1984)<\/p>\n
1. Contraste<\/p>\n
Sunt bucurii care-ntristeaz\u0103,
Sunt \u00eentrist\u0103ri ce fericesc,
Sunt zile f\u0103r\u0103 de lumin\u0103
\u015ei nop\u0163i ad\u00e2nci ce str\u0103lucesc.<\/p>\n
Sunt adev\u0103ruri ce doboar\u0103
\u015ei sunt minciuni care ridic\u0103,
Sunt \u00eemp\u0103ra\u0163i, atotputernici
Ce \u00eens\u0103 tremur\u0103 de fric\u0103.<\/p>\n
Sunt vie\u0163i ce-au str\u0103lucit \u00een via\u0163\u0103,
Dar c\u00e2nd s-au stins parc\u0103 n-au fost,
Palate care nu pot \u0163ine
C\u00e2t o cocioab\u0103 ad\u0103post.<\/p>\n
Sunt oameni albi pe dinafar\u0103,
Dar negri \u00een ad\u00e2ncul lor
\u015ei negri \u00een afar\u0103, negri,
Da-n ei de-un alb str\u0103lucitor.<\/p>\n
Sunt dulciuri ce-am\u0103r\u0103sc ca fierea,
Dar \u015fi amaruri ce-ndulcesc
Sunt nedrept\u0103\u0163i care \u00eendreapt\u0103,
Drept\u0103\u0163i care nedrept\u0103\u0163esc.<\/p>\n
Sunt multe contradic\u0163ii, multe:
Sunt uri ad\u00e2nci ce nasc iubiri,
Sunt suferin\u0163i ce-aduc lumin\u0103
\u015ei fericiri nefericiri\u2026<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
Contrasts<\/p>\n
There are joys saddening the life
There are sorrows that makes it glad,
There are days without light nor thrive
And deep nights shining with no shad’.<\/p>\n
There are sometimes truths that knock down
And there are lies that elevate
There are strong kings, of great renown
Yet trembling with fear innate.<\/p>\n
There are lives that have shone in life,
Yet they went out as if they were not,
Palaces that can’t hold a strife
No more than could a shelter hut.<\/p>\n
There are white lads on the outside,
yet black they are in their depths
And black skinned there are, black with pride
Yet shining white in their strengths.<\/p>\n
Bitter as gall there may be sweetness
Yet there is bitterness that’s sweet.
There is injustice that does justice
And justice with a deep mislead.<\/p>\n
There are many misfits in things:
There is deep hatred with love’s brightness,
There is suffering that light brings
And some unhappy happiness…<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
2. Din viata<\/p>\n
Mi-a b\u0103tut \u00een poart\u0103 Fericirea
\u015ei intr\u00e2nd \u00een curte m-a strigat.
Eram dus al\u0103turi cu iubirea.
A-nchis poarta iute \u015fi-a plecat.<\/p>\n
Mi-a b\u0103tut de-asemeni Bucuria.
A intrat, a stat sub pomii goi.
N-a v\u0103zut pe nimeni s\u0103-i vorbeasc\u0103
\u015ei-a plecat gr\u0103bit\u0103 \u00eenapoi.<\/p>\n
\u00centr-o sear\u0103, lumin\u00e2nd pe strad\u0103,
Mi-a b\u0103tut \u015fi Steaua mea \u2014 de sus
Tot a\u015fa, eram plecat aproape,
\u015ei-a str\u00e2ns fusta-n m\u00e2n\u0103 \u015fi s-a dus.<\/p>\n
Mi-a b\u0103tut \u00een poart\u0103 \u015fi Necazul.
Eram dus departe. Lini\u015ftit,
S-a \u00eentins pe \u0163olul de la u\u015f\u0103
\u015ei m-a a\u015fteptat p\u00e2n\u0103-am venit.<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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From life<\/p>\n
On my door once knocked the Happiness
Coming to the yard called me by name.
I was out, with love in tenderness.
Quickly closed the gate and left the same.<\/p>\n
Also, the Joy came to see me once.
Came inside and sat beneath bare trees.
Saw no one with whom to talk, and thus
Quietly, took her leave with much appease.<\/p>\n
One blessed evening, shining on the street,
My Star also called me – from the sky
I was not gone far, just a few feet
She tightened her skirt and left me sigh.<\/p>\n
On my door the Sorrow knocked one day.
Without worry far I have been gone.
She lay down on my doorstep to stay
And she waited until my return.<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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3. Tuturor<\/p>\n
Vine-o vreme, vreme-adev\u0103rat\u0103,
C\u00e2nd dureri \u0219i visuri \u0219i iubiri,
Tot ce-a\u021bi str\u00e2ns \u0219i adunat \u00een via\u021b\u0103,
Toate se prefac \u00een amintiri.<\/p>\n
Vine timpul apoi de le-adun\u0103
\u0218i le spal\u0103-n fluviul lui spumos,
P\u00e2n\u0103 ce din ele, din oricare,
Nu r\u0103m\u00e2ne dec\u00e2t ce-i frumos.<\/p>\n
Lua\u021bi aminte, toate pier odat\u0103,
Nu ve\u021bi mai putea s\u0103 le privi\u021bi.
Face\u021bi-v\u0103 amintiri, prieteni,
Unde s\u0103 ave\u021bi s\u0103 v\u0103 g\u00e2ndi\u021bi.<\/p>\n
N-a\u0219tepta\u021bi, str\u00e2nge\u021bi-le pe cale,
Din orice iubire sau pustiu,
Cine n-are amintiri de t\u00e2n\u0103r,
O s\u0103 fie singur mai t\u00e2rziu.<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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To all<\/p>\n
There will come a time, a real time,
When the pains, and dreams, and all the loves,
Everything you’ve gathered in your life,
They will all turn into memories.<\/p>\n
Then the time will gather everything
Just to wash them in its foamy lanes,
Until of them all, of anything
Only what is beautiful remains.<\/p>\n
So, remember, they’ll perish once all
You’ll no longer watch them nor redeem
Memories, my friends, make memories
To hold on of where to think and dream.<\/p>\n
Do not wait and reap them on your way,
Out of any love or disappoint,
Who has not the memories of youth,
Later will be lonely and void.<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
traducere, M. M. Biela<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[40],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10575","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-romanian"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10575","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=10575"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10575\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10577,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10575\/revisions\/10577"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10575"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10575"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10575"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}