{"id":10755,"date":"2022-02-15T12:28:28","date_gmt":"2022-02-15T10:28:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=10755"},"modified":"2022-02-15T12:28:30","modified_gmt":"2022-02-15T10:28:30","slug":"ofelia-prodan-poetry","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=10755","title":{"rendered":"OFELIA PRODAN &#8211; poetry"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-10756\" src=\"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/dandelon-250x250.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"250\" height=\"250\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/dandelon-250x250.jpg 250w, https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/dandelon-150x150.jpg 150w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 250px) 100vw, 250px\" \/><\/p>\n<blockquote class=\"sc-blockquote\">OFELIA PRODAN &#8211; poetry<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>M\u00e2ini \u00eencinse de jar m\u0103 lovesc peste buze<br \/>Deschide gura \u0219i scuip\u0103-\u021bi din\u021bii <br \/>Culege flori de p\u0103p\u0103die cu gingiile <br \/>Mestec\u0103 mestec\u0103 tot \u00eenghite \u00eenghite tot<br \/>M\u00e2ini de p\u0103cur\u0103 \u00eemi astup\u0103 ochii<br \/>Vezi prin bezn\u0103 cum umbl\u0103 strigoii de sub p\u0103m\u00e2nt <br \/>Eu am venit dintr-un loc \u00eensorit <br \/>Cu ape limpezi \u0219i reci <br \/>Un loc unde oamenii pot atinge norii cu degetele<br \/>Pot rupe buc\u0103\u021bi moi \u0219i pufoase <br \/>Ca o vat\u0103 de zah\u0103r ars \u0219i gusta \u00een timp ce fulgerele<br \/>Le str\u0103bat trupul cu dragoste <br \/>Acolo nimeni nu se teme s\u0103 ucid\u0103 sau s\u0103 moar\u0103 <br \/>Dar am ajuns \u00een aceast\u0103 nou\u0103 lume un r\u0103t\u0103cit un r\u0103t\u0103citor <br \/>Din\u021bii mei s-au spart oasele mele s-au sf\u0103r\u00e2mat<br \/>M\u0103 t\u00e2r\u0103sc \u0219i culeg cu gingiile flori de p\u0103p\u0103die <br \/>\u00cenghit flori de p\u0103p\u0103die <br \/>Ochii mei s-au scurs prin mla\u0219tini<br \/>Pl\u00e2ng direct din orbite <br \/>Vreau s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentorc acas\u0103 dar aici este acas\u0103 <br \/>Inima mea cea b\u0103tr\u00e2n\u0103 e ceasul defect al tat\u0103lui meu <br \/>Tic\u0103ie \u00een gol tata a fost soldat <br \/>A murit \u00een somn ucis cu morfin\u0103 de o infirmier\u0103 geloas\u0103<br \/>Ea este mama mea o privesc cu spaim\u0103 <br \/>Prin trupul ei gol m\u0103 t\u00e2r\u0103sc f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 ajung nic\u0103ieri <br \/>\u00cemi cresc solzi \u0219i gheare m\u0103 transform \u00een reptil\u0103 <br \/>Nu mai \u0219tiu cine sunt de unde vin <br \/>Niciodat\u0103 cerul nu a fost mai luminos \u0219i mai departe<\/p>\n<p><br \/>OFELIA PRODAN<\/p>\n<p>&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;..<\/p>\n<p><br \/>Fire-hot hands slap me across the lips<br \/>Open your mouth and spit out your teeth<br \/>Pick dandelion flowers with your gums<br \/>Chew it chew it all swallow it swallow it all<br \/>Hands of tar cover my eyes<br \/>See through the darkness how the undead walk beneath the earth <br \/>I came from a sunny place<br \/>With clear and cold waters<br \/>A place where people can touch the clouds with their fingers<br \/>They can tear off soft, fluffy pieces<br \/>Like burnt cotton candy and taste while lightnings<br \/>flash through their body with love<br \/>There no one&#8217;s afraid to kill or die <br \/>But I&#8217;ve come to this new world, a lost one and a wanderer<br \/>My teeth are broken and my bones are shattered<br \/>I crawl and pick with my gums dandelion flowers <br \/>I swallow dandelion flowers <br \/>My eyes have run through the swamps<br \/>I cry straight from my eye sockets <br \/>I want to go home but this is home <br \/>My old heart is my father&#8217;s faulty watch <br \/>Ticking in the void my father was a soldier <br \/>Died in his sleep killed with morphine by a jealous nurse<br \/>She&#8217;s my mother I look at her with dread <br \/>Through her naked body I crawl with nowhere to go <br \/>I grow scales and claws I turn into a reptile <br \/>I don&#8217;t know who I am where I come from <br \/>Never has the sky been brighter and farther away<\/p>\n<p>traducere, M. M. 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