sâmbătă, 5 ianuarie 2013

Culoare zugrăvită





Zugrăvea
lumea cu ochii holbaţi
de parcă ar fi fost scurşi peste zid.

Cu trupul

în mână şi capul

în gură

încercând
să se stăpânească
strângând din fălci,
se cufunda în gânduri

privind la râul ce se prăbuşea din cer.

Leoarcă
de sudoare umezindu-i pleoapele
din chipul alb ca varul,

rostea

cuvinte

de

culoare.





Painted color


Was painting
the world with goggled eyes
as if they were poured out over the wall.

With his body

in his hand and his head

in his mouth

trying
to control himself
clenching his jaws,
was diving into his thoughts
looking at the river falling down from the sky.

Sopping wet
as the sweat was damping the eyelids
of his image as white as the lime,

was uttering

words

of

color.




traducere: ELENA BUZATU