NARATIUNE / NARRATIVEAs vrea sa fii moarta, mi-a spus.
Sa fii moarta.
Statuia celebra ma privea cu un ochi aidoma
ochiului meu.
Tramvaiul cu maici trecea prin piata
sfidand explozia sentimentelor
si ele imi sfartecau biografia.
As mai putea marturisi ca in aceeasi secunda
(ca in exact aceeasi secunda)
cineva a iesit din creierul meu
si a inceput sa fuga pe strada
desi se auzeau impuscaturi
si incepuse furtuna
MARIANA MARIN……………….
NARRATIVE
I wish you were dead, he told me.
Dead.
The famous statue looked at me with an eye
like my own.
The tram with nuns was passing through the square
defying the explosion of feelings
and they tearing up my biography.
I could also confess that in the same second
(that in exactly same second)
someone came out of my brain
and started running down the street
even hough there were gunshots
and the storm had begun
traducere, Maria Magdalena Biela
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