{"id":10815,"date":"2022-04-07T23:24:48","date_gmt":"2022-04-07T20:24:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=10815"},"modified":"2022-04-07T23:24:50","modified_gmt":"2022-04-07T20:24:50","slug":"so-zu-sagen-ich-so-to-speak-i-eu-ca-sa-zic-asa","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=10815","title":{"rendered":"SO ZU SAGEN ICH \/ SO TO SPEAK I \/ EU CA SA ZIC ASA"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

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SO ZU SAGEN ICH \/ SO TO SPEAK I \/ EU CA SA ZIC ASA<\/p>\n

Warum
dies stumpfe Gesicht,
das ich schlagen m\u00f6chte,
im Spiegel,
in der Verschlissenheit,
Unsicherheit,
was heute geschieht.
Soll ich
Entschl\u00fcsse fassen –
du wartest
dreizehn Sekunden, ach,
ein Jahrtausend,
irgendwo platzt
jetzt der bunte Ballon,
Gel\u00e4chter lauthals,
das die Grimassen verziert,
und Sintfluten Schlamm,
die ein Gebirgsdorf versch\u00fctten,
w\u00e4hrend
das Seeziel
getroffen wird
(dort wo Aphrodite einst
Elementen entstieg).
Mein ur-uraltes Peru,
sonnenanbetend, mit
Blutopfern, sch\u00f6ne
Partien einer Landschaft, die stirbt.
Glorreiche Muskelspiele, dem
Sixtus
an die Kapellendecke gehext,
freilegen!
Das W\u00fcrgen und das Erbrechen der
unerbittlichen Nacht,
wenn sie ihr Ende
nicht sieht.
Ob die Fiebernde ihre schale Br\u00fche
geschl\u00fcrft hat,
oder
sind die Schmerzen
zu stark in der Speiser\u00f6hre
nach dem heroischen halben Schritt
durchs Jahrhundert?
Die Kehle
ganz ausged\u00f6rrt, Herr
Marquis Posa,
alles so rot, gl\u00fchend rot.
Von den niemals geschrieenen
Worten.
Und meine Glieder
in Ohnmachtsliebe
verstreut
auf dem zerfetzten Terrain.
D o c h a n B l u m e n f e h l t ‘ s i m R e v i e r .<\/p>\n

ROLAND ERB<\/p>\n

…………….<\/p>\n

SO TO SPEAK I<\/p>\n


Why
this dull face
that I want to hit
in the mirror,
in the wear and tear,
uncertainty,
what is happening today.
Should I
make decisions –
you’re waiting
thirteen seconds, alas,
a millennium
somewhere now
the colorful balloon
is bursting,
loud laughter
that adorns the grimaces,
and deluges of mud,
burying a mountain village,
while hitting
the sea target
(where Aphrodite once
emerged
from the elements).
My primeval Peru,
worshiping the sun, with
blood sacrifices, beautiful
parts of a landscape that is dying.
Reveal glorious muscle flexions,
with the bewitched Sixtus
on the chapel’s ceiling!
The gagging and vomiting of the
unrelenting night,
when she doesn’t see
her end.
Whether the feverish sipped
its stale broth,
or
is the pain
in her esophagus too severe
after the heroic half step
through the century?
The throat is
all parched, sir
Marquis Posa,
everything so red, glowing red.
From the never-screamed
words.
And my limbs
in fainting love
scattered
on the tattered terrain.
B u t t h e f l o w e r s a r e m i s s i n g i n t h e p r e c i n c t!<\/p>\n

…………..<\/p>\n

EU CA SA ZIC ASA<\/p>\n


De ce
acest chip tern
pe care vreau s\u0103-l lovesc
\u00een oglind\u0103,
\u00een uzura,
incertitudinea
a ceea ce se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 astazi.
Trebuie s\u0103 iau hotariri-
astepti
treisprezece secunde, vai,
un mileniu
undeva acum balonul colorat
explodeaza,
r\u00e2sete zgomotoase
care impodobesc grimasele,
si potopuri de noroi
care \u00eengroap\u0103 un sat de munte,
in timp ce
\u021binta m\u0103rii
este lovita
(acolo, unde, candva, Afrodita a aparut
din elemente).
Peru-ul meu primordial,
adorator al soarelui, cu
sacrificii de s\u00e2nge, parti frumoase
ale unui peisaj care moare.
Dezvaluie
magnifice flexii musculare
cu Sixtus
fermecat pe tavanul Capelei!
Strangularea \u0219i v\u0103rs\u0103turile
noaptii necru\u021b\u0103toare,
c\u00e2nd ea nu-si vede
sfarsitul.
Oare cea febrila a sorbit
supa ei statuta
sau
durerea din esofag
este prea puternica
dup\u0103 eroica jum\u0103tate de pas
de-a lungul secolului?
Gatul
complet uscat, domnule
Marchiz Posa,
totul at\u00e2t de ro\u0219u, ro\u0219u str\u0103lucitor.
De cuvintele
nicodata strigate.
\u0218i membrele mele
risipite
\u00een dragoste neputincioasa
pe terenul sf\u00e2\u015fiat.<\/p>\n


D a r f l o r i l e l i p s e s c i n c a r t i e r .<\/p>\n


trad. 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":[39],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10815","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-roland"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10815","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=10815"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10815\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11339,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10815\/revisions\/11339"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10815"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10815"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10815"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}