Pagini cu Litere: Marta Onu

Today I feel the touch of a new distance

I wish love and your scent were in my way.

The road is green and the stones are yellow.

I think the trees are more beautiful than ever.

You agree with me.

There is an immortal fragrance in the air,

and there is a sentiment inside that says this

would last till the end of time.

Time time time time time time time

Man endures and prevails.

Time tastes us day by day.

And still this road tastes great!

Well, the prerequisite dimension of love is intelligence.

Sometimes you can call it wisdom, but wisdom depends on the intellect.

Still, love belongs to the heart.

And the heart depends on the mind.

How can one hold the guard rail without feeling it in his hands?

And how can my heart understand love without the intellect?

The hectic world out there will always terrify me.

And the sea will always kindly speak to my heart.

And this is the staggering truth: we have to live everything.

Rilke used to say: “Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart

And try to love the questions themselves.

Do not seek the answers that cannot be given to you,

Because you would not be able to live them.

And the point is to live everything.”

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Sometimes there are clouds and dark storms in between,

and the town is covering me with its streets, and pedestrians and lights and cars.

My heart is full of dust,

and the waves and the cliffs and the salty air.

Sometimes my cat tells me the truth,

life is like his wiskers, white and frail.

And sometimes the nights…

 they feel so cold…

I miss you in my heart!

I was walking on a boulevard of pebbles

And my steps followed an unknown trace.

I was looking for a particular drop of rain.

“Oh, how I wish I could find it,” were the words

that could be heard in the mind.

The drop of rain must have hidden itself under the tiny particles of dust.

And still my feet could have also annihilated it,

And the sun rays could have melted it,

And the air itself could have absorbed it

Or the earth could have subsumed it in the deep chambers of the underworld.

“Swallow, swallow, little swallow, where shall I find my rain drop?

You, my sweet little swallow, you, that fly over the cities of the world,

Have you ever seen such a resplendent rain drop?”

“Yes, I have seen one once when I was in the Northern islands of the world.”

“Is that true? And where is it now?”

“I remember an old unicorn who told me that the exquisite rain drop has hidden itself high above the atmosphere of the world, where the human eye cannot reach it.”

“Is there any chance for me to see it?”

“I’m afraid there isn’t… unless…”

“Unless… Tell me, my sweet little swallow, enchant my ears and my tired soul, do not leave me in the gloomy days of my ignorance.”

“Well, you know, you must never forget the ethereal nature of your soul. The material world has suppressed the initial and celestial dimension of humanity. And your tired soul is looking for its sacred nature. The rain drop will only be seen if you remember and regain yourself, as you were in your mother’s womb.”

“Yes, I do remember. He told me once:

Truly I say to you, unless you are converted and become like children, you will not enter the kingdom of heaven.

Farewell, my sweet little swallow! And Blessed be thy words!”

Îmi văd umbra într-un asfinţit de soare

Şi simt valurile cum mi-o deformează

Şi mi-o adâncesc în mare.

Razele lui bătrâne colorează ceru-n roş

Şi se adâncesc în apă şi-o-nroşesc.

Se pierde umbra-n întuneric şi

Aştept un alt răsărit al aceluiaşi bătrân,

Care să mă contureze iar şi care

Să mă ridice din mare, pentru ca,

Mai tarziu, să mă adâncească iar, într-o continuă re-venire.

Aş vrea să mă joc cu noi culori!

Aş vrea să mă re-inventez în stil cubist

Şi să lipesc fragmente de viaţă pe sufletul meu.

Aş vrea şi iar aş vrea umbre şi lumini pentru noi orizonturi

Şi litere noi pentru alte-nţelesuri.

Nu-mi ajung cuvintele şi nici culorile!

Fragmentele sunt prea puţine, iar motanul meu vrea mereu noi înţelesuri!

Cum să-i explic că gheruţele lui sunt prea mici ca să poată înţepa universul lingvist?

My love, I can feel the scent of your touch.

My love, I can see the miraculous glance of your eyes,

And I can breathe the flavour of your being.

My darling, I imagine myself standing on a cliff overlooking

the foaming waters of a beautiful sunset. And I

imagine you breathing the salty air of a new light.

Let us stay here, listening to the roaring of the time!

Let us stay here for a moment and reborn together!

Let us feel the youth in our wrists and the ethereal sounds of our spirit!

My love, let us re-invent ourselves!

Când a fost tăcerea mai dureroasă decât acum?

Privind printr-o inimă de sticlă, văd părul ud

Şi nervii contorsionaţi şi umerii plecaţi spre pământ.

Nu pot vorbi, iar ochii sunt injectaţi cu cuvinte.

Le văd plutind şi formând adevăruri ce trebuie aflate,

Le văd salvându-mi inima şi părul şi nervii şi umerii şi ochii.

De ce se reduce, în final, totul la tăcere?

Eu vreau să-mi rostesc şi să-mi rostuiesc povara!