{"id":10744,"date":"2022-02-11T13:39:39","date_gmt":"2022-02-11T11:39:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=10744"},"modified":"2022-02-11T13:39:40","modified_gmt":"2022-02-11T11:39:40","slug":"o-giganta-rosie-a-red-giant","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=10744","title":{"rendered":"o gigant\u0103 ro\u0219ie \/ a red giant"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

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o gigant\u0103 ro\u0219ie \/ a red giant<\/p>\n


n-am cunoscut nimic mai viu dec\u00eet m\u00eeinile mamei.
calde mereu \u0219i zbuciumate ca s\u00eengele t\u00een\u0103r,
se zoreau chiar \u0219i \u00een somn.
ele, ele aveau treab\u0103 numai cu viitorul.
asta f\u0103ceau \u0219i dormind: \u0219lefuiau p\u00een\u0103 la transparen\u021b\u0103
pieli\u021ba opac\u0103 dintre noi \u0219i ziua de m\u00eeine, s\u0103 ne \u00eenvingem
frica to\u021bi: copii, cas\u0103, cuiburi verzi din gr\u0103din\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00een timpul \u0103sta ea era \u00eens\u0103 cu g\u00eendurile tot \u00een trecut,
cel de demult, cel de aproape, de mai aproape.
a\u0219a trecutul \u0219i viitorul \u0219i-o disputau continuu
– ce mare ajunsese mama, tras\u0103 cu toat\u0103 for\u021ba
\u0219i \u00eentr-o parte, \u0219i-n cealalt\u0103 de viitor \u0219i de trecut!<\/p>\n

la mijloc, pe cerul albastru \u0219i rece al nop\u021bii,
o gigant\u0103 ro\u0219ie. \u00eemi lumineaz\u0103 fa\u021ba \u0219i acum.<\/p>\n


MARIANA CODRUT<\/p>\n


………………<\/p>\n

a red giant<\/p>\n


I’ve known nothing more alive than my mother’s hands.
always warm and troubled like the young blood,
they rushed even in their sleep.
they, they were concerned only with the future.
that’s what they were doing even while sleeping: they furbished to transparency
the opaque skin between us and tomorrow, to conquer
fear in all of us: children, house, green nests in the garden.<\/p>\n

During this time, however, she was still thinking about the past,
the old one, the close one, the closer one.
so the past and the future were continually fighting over her
– how big my mother had become, pulled with all might
to and fro by the future and the past!<\/p>\n

in the middle, on the cold blue night sky,
a red giant. it brightens my face even now.<\/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":[45],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10744","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-mariana-codrut"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10744","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=10744"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10744\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10746,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10744\/revisions\/10746"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10744"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10744"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10744"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}