Marta BARBULESCU



 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


THE CLOWN

It snows
for all the world sins,
for the last time
for the last hour...

Strange bands
accompany the universe
in a precarous death.

- Oh, daring wise,
lenient clown,
would you want being
covered by snow,
to forget your rewardless?

We stetch strings
from horizon to horizon!

No one comes!...

Too much sad daring clown
dance I pray you
only for you!
 

THE UNEXPECTED GUEST

We remain children till the death!

The red ball lost it self
in the ocean,
and the peacok drafts away
the snow we slept in
our withe reslessness.

The finger is approaching severly
to the lips.
Some one
knocks insitently at the door.

The lights are going out
for the unexpected
guest!...
 

WAITING FOR

I’m still at the gate, I’m still waiting for!
Hazy phantoms pass through my breast
and carve themselves on bent scaffolding
in sterile empty hours rhythm

A dazzling sky crushes down
roaring, with cruel beast eyes
on the squat gate, the wounds lick
and girdle my love with black belt

And I stayed at the gate and I’m still
   waiting for !...
 

LIKE ADAM AND EVE

We come into the life – utterly innocente,
Shameless
like Adam and Eve
before the tree meeting.

And, oh Lord!
We rehearsal the same play
beginning with the ending of the last act!

Oh, we dust blades
on the bull horns
who cames cut in the arena
for the first time!...
 

IN THIS PLACE...

In this place with no name
as a story
written on a leather leopard,
in this place
my simple gesture
to loose
and seek me died!

The sky empty of windows,
the trees burn indifferently,
the town lives, the town roars
the town curses,
the town toasts.

Where to?
Here, nowhere, anywere,
I will hear continous by.

(Traduceri de Constantin COJOCARESCU)


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