Sunday, March 23, 2008

I AM

Dana is me. Because I have a pair of blue eyes and sometimes those eyes laugh, because I don't wear high heels and sometimes I walk barefooted, because I talk to people and sometimes I sing, I can sustain that I exist.

Those two words sound so empty and incomplete: "I am". Let's imagine what it would be like if we added a name: "I am Dana". This sentence becomes complete. One word, one name, becomes one existence or... my existence: Dana is me.

"Who are you?" I hear this question over and over again. I look around in the street: so many people, so many strangers. Who is this girl passing by? Or that man wearing a brown coat too large for his build? I walk further and further and I don't recognise anyone in the street. They don't know me. I don't know them. "Who are they?" Behind two questions life stays well hidden.

When my eyes no longer laugh, when I no longer walk in the street nor run, when I am silent, my steps are heard no more. My eyes will close and somebody will say: "Who was she?"

"I am" becomes inevitably 'I was" while high heels live longer and smiles still appear from time to time on peoples' faces.

Sunday, March 2, 2008

Oda ochelarilor aburiti

de Ioan Ivascu
(see: http://poezie.ro/index.php/author/0000915/index.html)

cu prietenie, Danei Grad

când cade ca o ghilotină
iarna în nordul plin de ceaţă
şi, prin fiorduri de lumină,
sufletul gol la porţi ne-ngheaţă,

când cerul e mâncat de carii
sau alb ca blana unui miel,
i se-aburesc iar ochelarii
colegei blonde din Săcel.

şi, deşi iarna stă grozavă
şi grea-ntre noi precum un zid,
ea pare o zeiţă slavă
descălecată din Ohrid,

ce-şi aranjează „her năframa”,
intrând pe-aceleaşi strâmte uşi,
într-o romgleză-n care drama
nu-şi va găsi nicicând culcuş
Photos by DANA GRAD ©All rights reserved.

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