Gerg

I-am făcut această fotografie [şi asta] prin 2001, pe când îi pregăteam coperta volumului de debut, Gabi 78. Damn...

Acum două săptămâni transcriam aici poemul Gerg, pe care i-l dedicasem. Recent, Corina Dragomir m-a surprins oferindu-mi traducerea în engleză. Iată:

Gerg

If you were anybody I would have loved you

But soon you will lose your head

it’s our duty to take our chances as much as we can

for that

sit on the little chair

and SoCo will take a picture of the wall behind your forehead

the white little carpet is sliding within the most gentle cats

Gerg is the first to get out of his body and Marta is guiding him

with the chalk torch

one by one blocks are gliding on the eave. They’re hanging up tightly not to fall

something here happens so often, so close

it’s got very good eyes that fumble in the bushes without a stop

there’s always a harsh probability

it pulled down the zip. Inside it sneaked. It’s running through the torn up asphalt with its seemingly injected lashes

no one knows if it leaves trace 78 here or a gap for Gabo, the woman

no one has the right to know this not even me the best swimmer

in his attic

from now on a prey will be sneaking into his body as many times as it feels the need to

lacking the good influence of a playground

there is nobody to run things around. The little carpet keeps on moving in front of us

it pushes the bowl with white content forward to our mouths and we’ll sip from it the whole night

nobody will remember this

it had edges on his body

and then we all lost his head

you will not find out here about our accidental sufferances

I couldn’t record an avoidance so soft but today

we’ll spoil you again on the veranda stairs

with a sunrise never as sudden and punctual

recommendation no.1

do not get out through two shades.

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P.S.  Şi o fotografie de la Sorin, din fabuloasa mansardă de pe Mântuleasa unde am locuit şi am fost locuit prin 2005.