{"id":10585,"date":"2021-12-23T11:01:32","date_gmt":"2021-12-23T09:01:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=10585"},"modified":"2021-12-23T11:01:34","modified_gmt":"2021-12-23T09:01:34","slug":"elena-farago","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=10585","title":{"rendered":"ELENA FARAGO"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

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ELENA FARAGO (29.03.1878-4.01.1954)<\/p>\n


1.Era o fantana<\/p>\n


Pe-o lung\u0103 \u015fi aspr\u0103 \u015fi stearp\u0103 \u015fosea,
Ca toate \u015foselele lumii.
Pe-o lung\u0103 \u015fi aspr\u0103 \u015fi stearp\u0103 \u015fosea,
Era o f\u00e2nt\u00e2n\u0103 cu ciutura grea.
C\u0103ci apa-\u015fi cl\u0103dise, trec\u00e2nd peste ea,
\u00cen straturi, pojghi\u0163ele humii.<\/p>\n


Era o f\u00e2nt\u00e2n\u0103 cu cump\u0103na grea,
Ca toate f\u00e2nt\u00e2nile vie\u0163ii.
Era o f\u00e2nt\u00e2n\u0103 cu cump\u0103na grea,
Cu apa s\u0103lcie \u015fi cald\u0103 \u015fi rea.
Dar furca cu bra\u0163ele-ntinse p\u00e2ndea,
Momind de departe drume\u0163ii.<\/p>\n


Zoreau \u00eenseta\u0163ii s-ajung\u0103 s\u0103 bea,
Ca to\u0163i \u00eenseta\u0163ii din via\u0163\u0103.
Tr\u0103geau cu putere de cump\u0103na grea
Dar apa s\u0103lcie \u015fi cald\u0103-i gonea.
\u015ei-ades c\u00e2te unul mai t\u00e2n\u0103r pleca
Cu lacrimi de ciud\u0103 pe fa\u0163\u0103.<\/p>\n


\u015ei-ades c\u00e2te unul mai v\u00e2rstnic r\u00e2dea
Ca to\u0163i ce-o cunosc: APA VIE\u0162II.
Era o f\u00e2nt\u00e2n\u0103 cu cump\u0103na grea,
Cu apa s\u0103lcie \u015fi cald\u0103 \u015fi rea.
Dar furca cu bra\u0163ele-ntinse p\u00e2ndea,
Momind de departe drume\u0163ii.<\/p>\n

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There was a fountain<\/p>\n


On a long and rough and barren road,
Like all the roads in the world.
On a long and rough and barren road,
There was a fountain with a shadoof bold
For the water had passed over it, making broad
Crusts of clay, layered loam unperturbed.<\/p>\n


There was a fountain with a shadoof bold,
Like all life fountains bizarre.
There was a fountain with a shadoof bold,
With brackish, hot water, and bitter to hold.
But the fork with outstretched arms was lurking fold,
Luring travelers from afar.<\/p>\n


The thirsty hurried to drink water cold
Like all the thirsty in life.
They were pulling hard the shadoof bold
But the bitter, hot water chased them appalled.
And often a younger one left the herd
Tears of spite on his face going rife.<\/p>\n


And often laughed someone who was old
Like all who know it: WATER OF LIFE bizarre.
There was a fountain with a shadoof bold,
With brackish, hot water, and bitter to hold.
But the fork with outstretched arms was lurking fold,
Luring travelers from afar.<\/p>\n

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2. Un gand<\/p>\n


Mii \u015fi mii de valuri vin din larg mereu
P\u00e2n-ajunge marea de adap\u0103 malul; –<\/p>\n


Nu-ntreba nisipul cine poart\u0103 valul
C\u0103 ar fi \u00een stare s\u0103-\u0163i r\u0103spund\u0103: – Eu!<\/p>\n

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A thought<\/p>\n


Thousands waves from offshore come as time goes by; –
Up until the sea waters the shore knave; –<\/p>\n


Do not ask the sand who carries the wave
For it would be able to answer you: – I!<\/p>\n

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3. Si iar mi-e sufletul la tine<\/p>\n


…\u015ei iar mi-i sufletul la tine
At\u00e2t de-ntreg,
At\u00e2t de tot,
C\u0103-mi sorb o lacrim\u0103 \u015fi-mi pare
C\u0103 cere,
M\u00e2ng\u00e2ie,
\u015ei doare,
De parc\u0103 tu ai pl\u00e2ns-o-n mine,
De parc\u0103 \u0163i-am venit de tot…<\/p>\n


A\u015fa!… d\u0103-mi m\u00e2inile-am\u00e2ndou\u0103,
\u015ei ochii am\u00e2ndoi mi-i d\u0103,
Deschi\u015fi ad\u00e2nc
\u015ei mult
\u015ei-aproape
P\u00e2n- vom \u00eenchide-o sub pleoape
Aceea\u015fi stea topit\u0103-n dou\u0103
De mult ce ia
De mult ce d\u0103…<\/p>\n


\u015ei calea g\u00e2ndului se-nchide
Doar lacrimile vad \u00ee\u015fi cer..
\u015ei nu mai am nici ochi,
Nici gur\u0103…
Pe valul m\u0103rii ce m\u0103 fur\u0103
Privirile nu-\u015fi pot deschide
Dec\u00e2t fereastra dinspre cer\u2026<\/p>\n

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And once again my soul cries for you<\/p>\n


…And once again my soul cries for you
So absolute,
So fully whole,
That when I sip my tear it feels like
It begs,
It caresses,
In pain strike,
As if you cried that tear inside me,
As if I returned once for all…<\/p>\n


Like that!… Give me your hands – ensemble,
And both your eyes, give them to me,
Wide open,
Deep,
Close by my side
Till beneath the eyelids we\u2019ll hide
The same star melted in two, humble
For much it takes
And gives for free…<\/p>\n


And the thought\u2019s path slowly is closing
Only the tears beg for a cry\u2026
I\u2019ve no more eyes,
No mouth I have…
On the sea, on its stealing wave
My eyes can\u2019t open anything
Only the window to the sky\u2026<\/p>\n

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4. Iubeste-mi mainile<\/p>\n


Iube\u015fte-mi m\u00e2inile
\u015ei ochii
\u015ei iart\u0103-le dac-au fost clipe
\u00cen care n-au \u015ftiut s\u0103-\u0163i spun\u0103,
\u00cen care n-au putut s\u0103-\u0163i dea
At\u00e2t c\u00e2t ar fi vrut,
At\u00e2t \u2013 c\u00e2t poate doru-\u0163i le cerea
\u00cen dragostea,
\u00cen \u00eendoiala,
\u00cen dezn\u0103dejdea unei clipe…<\/p>\n


Iube\u015fte-mi m\u00e2inile
\u015ei ochii
\u015ei iart\u0103-le nevruta vin\u0103
C\u0103 prea t\u00e2rziu venir\u0103-n cale-\u0163i
\u015ei prea cur\u00e2nd se duc de tot…<\/p>\n


Dezleag\u0103-mi sufletul de vina
C\u0103 \u00een cur\u00e2nd n-am s\u0103-\u0163i mai pot
Aduce-n m\u00e2ini
\u015ei-n ochi
Durutul,
T\u00e2rziul z\u00e2mbet de lumin\u0103…<\/p>\n

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Oh, love my hands<\/p>\n


Oh, love my hands,
and eyes,
and then forgive them if there were some moments
when they knew not the way to tell you,
when they could not give you
as much as they\u2019d have liked,
as much as maybe your heart asked them to.
Within the love,
the doubt,
the despair that takes no longer than a wink.<\/p>\n


Oh, love my hands
and eyes,
and then forgive them the unwanted guilt
for way too late they came in your life
and way too soon they leave for good…
Untie my soul from guilt, from sorrow
that very soon no more I could
bring with my hands
and eyes
the painful,
the tardive smile of light to you.<\/p>\n

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

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