traducere

imaginea utilizatorului Aranca

immediate memory

traducere dupa "Memoria imediata" de Marina Nicolaev

immediate memory
I do not remember of you
your body’s print has dispersed
through epidermis waves
through intestines
like a lethal substance
absorbed

long time ago
I had reprogrammed
my identity
removing
late nostalgia
old fashioned
when the snail traces
were glistening still
on morning’s lips
opening
gangrenes of the kiss
in old used saraband

transiently

Lingua: 
imaginea utilizatorului Donaris

Marea e acoperită de trandafiri

Traducere după ,,The Sea is awash with Roses'' de Kenneth Patchen

Marea e acoperită de trandafiri O, ei s-au revărsat
pe pământ

Dealurile nemişcate s-au umplut de parfumul lor
O, dealurile s-au topit de parfumul lor
ca în mâinile Domnului

O, dragoste, atât de puţin ştim noi despre plăcere
plăcere care nu ţine mai mult decât zăpada

Dar marea e acoperită de trandafiri O, ei s-au revărsat
pe pământ

Lingua: 
imaginea utilizatorului Aranca

The night of the hippogriph III

tout sauf ton coeur

the wind blew in the orchard of golden apples
and fell sick before sunrise


only a grain of sand was enough
to make the unicorn invisible
except for its heart


the eyes of the archaeopteryx
always reflect the mundane image
of seas from the sky
while the hippogryph
tired of being alone
sleeps with wings unfolded ahead


every night lifts sand dunes

Lingua: 
imaginea utilizatorului Virgil

happiness II

...

there was a time you didn’t exist
a time even the thought of your existence wasn’t there
there was a time your parents didn’t exist
your grandparents and your great-grandparents were not born
there was a time your ancestors didn’t exist
not even the tribes you’re coming from
there was a time your nation history didn’t exist

Lingua: 
imaginea utilizatorului Djamal

L’ombre

*****

depuis quelques années j’ai une habitude bizarre
chaque jour je sors pieds nus
dans la cour de la maison
à trois heures du matin
je tâte les murs
comme si je buvais
leur silence
je m’adosse au tronc d’un palmier
qui tout en me caressant avec l’air de sa paume,
me raconte toutes sortes d’histoires
hier soir il m’a dit que j’étais né
un jour d’automne

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