{"id":9311,"date":"2019-05-20T11:24:11","date_gmt":"2019-05-20T08:24:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=9311"},"modified":"2019-05-20T11:24:11","modified_gmt":"2019-05-20T08:24:11","slug":"la-sera-di-fiera-fair-evening-seara-de-balci","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=9311","title":{"rendered":"La sera di fiera \/ Fair evening \/ Seara de balci"},"content":{"rendered":"

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La sera di fiera \/ Fair evening \/ Seara de balci<\/p>\n

Il cuore stasera mi disse: non sai?
\nLa rosabruna incantevole
\nDorata da una chioma bionda:
\nE dagli occhi lucenti e bruni colei che di grazia imperiale
\nIncantava la rosea
\nFreschezza dei mattini:
\nE tu seguivi nell\u2019aria
\nLa fresca incarnazione di un mattutino sogno:
\nE soleva vagare quando il sogno
\nE il profumo velavano le stelle
\n(Che tu amavi guardar dietro i cancelli
\nLe stelle pallide notturne):
\nChe soleva passare silenziosa
\nE bianca come un volo di colombe
\nCerto \u00e8 morta: non sai?
\nEra la notte
\nDi fiera della perfida Babele
\nSalente in fasci verso un cielo affastellato un paradiso di fiamma
\nIn lubrici fischi grotteschi
\nE tintinnare d\u2019angeliche campanelle
\nE gridi e voci di prostitute
\nE pantomime d\u2019Ofelia
\nStillate dall\u2019umile pianto delle lampade elettriche
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\nUna canzonetta volgaruccia era morta
\nE mi aveva lasciato il cuore nel dolore
\nE me ne andavo errando senz\u2019amore
\nLasciando il cuore mio di porta in porta:
\nCon Lei che non \u00e8 nata eppure \u00e8 morta
\nE mi ha lasciato il cuore senz\u2019amore:
\nEppure il cuore porta nel dolore:
\nLasciando il cuore mio di porta in porta.<\/p>\n

DINO CAMPANA
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\nFair evening<\/p>\n

The heart said to me tonight: don’t you know?
\nThe lovely dark rose
\nGolden by a blonde hair:
\nAnd she with bright and brown eyes whose imperial grace
\nCharmed the rosy
\nFreshness of the morning:
\nAnd you followed in the air
\nThe fresh incarnation of a morning dream:
\nAnd he used to wander when the dream
\nAnd the scent veiled the stars
\n(That you loved to watch behind the gates
\nThe nightly pale stars):
\nThat used to pass silent
\nAnd white as a flight of doves
\nSurely it’s dead: don’t you know?
\nIt was the fair night
\nOf the perfidious Babel
\nA paradise of flames rising in streams towards a bundled sky
\nIn lewd grotesque whistles
\nAnd tinkling of angelic bells
\nAnd shouts and voices of prostitutes
\nAnd pantomimes of Ophelia
\nExuding from the humble cries of electric lamps
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\nA vulgar little song was dead
\nAnd left my heart in sorrow
\nAnd I was wandering without love
\nLeaving my heart from door to door:
\nWith her who was not born and yet is dead
\nAnd left my heart without love:
\nYet the heart brings in sorrow:
\nLeaving my heart from door to door.
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\nSeara de balci<\/p>\n

Inima-mi spuse asta seara: nu mai stii?
\nMinunatul trandafir negru
\nAurit de blondul par:
\nSi ea cu ochii de chihlimbar lucind a caror gratie regala
\nA fermecat trandafiria
\nProspetime a diminetii:
\nSi tu ai urmarit in aer
\nProaspata incarnare a unui vis matinal:
\nSi obisnuia sa rataceasca pe cand visul
\nSi parfumul invaluiau stelele
\n(Pe care iti placea sa le privesti din spatele portilor
\nStelele palide nocturne)
\nCare obisnuiau sa treaca in tacere
\nSi alb ca un zbor de hulubi
\nCu siguranta e moarta: nu mai stii?
\nEra noaptea
\nDe balci a perfidului Babel
\nUn paradis de flacari se ridica in fluxuri catre un cer inghesuit
\nIn obscene grotesti fluieraturi
\nSi zornait de clopote angelice
\nSi strigate si voci de prostituate
\nSi pantomime ale Ofeliei
\nEmanand din umilele tipete ale lampilor electrice.
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\nUn cantec mic vulgar a murit
\nSi mi-a lasat inima in amar
\nSi eu fara dragoste-am ratacit
\nDin usa-n usa lasandu-mi inima-n zadar:
\nCu ea ce nu-i nascuta si totusi a murit
\nSi mi-a lasat inima fara iubire-amar:
\nTotusi inima poarta durerea, ratacit
\nLasandu-mi inima din usa-n usa-n zadar.<\/p>\n

Maria Magdalena<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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