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STATUIA LIBERTATII (LADY LIBERTY)

Cristian Petru BALAN

STATUIA LIBERTATII (LADY LIBERTY)


Lady Liberty are in loc de radacini, eroi,
care ingenunchind sub pamant, pe sub flori,
si-au propulsat sufletele sub cutele mantiei sale,
unindu-le ca-ntr-un fluviu de foc, in trupu-i nemuritor de arama.
Si iata: Lady Liberty acum este vie -
respira, creste tot mai uriasa,
vegheaza si traieste pentru noi toti,
imbracata in platose de sperante;
numai aureolele de sfinti le-au ramas strabunilor Americii, afara,
impletite invizibil printre razele capului ei...
Acesti stejari, acesti sfinti ai Continentului Nou,
ii sustin si-acum colosul pe umeri,
caci inlauntru-i clocoteste o istorie grea si fierbinte,
ce va declansa in curand prima-i bataie de inima calda,
atunci cand noi,
care circulam prin trupul statuii precum globulele sangelui ei,
intr-o infinita si vitala transfuzie,
cu vocea lui Pygmalion,
ii vom porunci cu totii-ntr-un glas:
”Haide, Doamna, paseste ”
De fapt, cam demult sosise timpul sa-i spunem:
„Rupe-te din nemiscare,
rupe-te din piatra - si, haide, paseste !”
Iar ea va pasi, ca Iisus pe valuri de ocean,
imbracata-n lumini si pornind spre toate continentele lumii,
calcand fara frica peste toate hotarele,
zdrobind bariere si ziduri.
O!...Sfanta Lady Liberty!...
Nici un ochi inlacrimat nu va mai fi sa nu te vada
umbland cu pasi cutremuratori peste gratii de meridiane si paralele,
parcurgand tot rotundul Pamantului...
Nici un lant ruginit nu va rezista la dogoarea tortei tale;
nimic nu te va putea opri, asa cum te arati tu:
puternica, innoita, invincibila !
Si nici uragane, nici scuipaturile incrucisate din cele patru vanturi,
nici pumnii rosii ridicati cu ura,
nici turbanele albe, nici sagetile siberiene de foc , inveninate,
nu-ti vor stinge torta fierbinte care va ajunge pana la nori,
pana la soare, pana la stele si pana dincolo de stele,
luminandu-ne fetele ,
rascolind anotimpuri si veacuri, cladite sub drapelul dungat,
iar vocea-ti va fi tunet,
din ochi iti vor iesi fulgere,
orbind pe dusmanii striviti ca furnicile sub picioarele tale
Scumpa Lady Liberty !...
Si daca-ar fi si-ar fi sa-ti palpaie vreodata slabita
lumina de deasupra Chartei Libertatii noastre,
ce-o strangi la sanul tau cu-ndarjire,
atunci
noi vom arunca in flacara ta toate padurile Terrei,
toti vulcanii aprinsi,
si-apoi Luna,
si-apoi cerul,
iar la nevoie iti vom oferi chiar trupurile noastre
drept ultima combustie,
caci de te vei prabusi Tu, cu torta stinsa-n Ocean,
se va prabusi AMERICA
- O ! scumpa si mareata zeita a Libertatii -
atunci LUMEA INTREAGA se va prabusi in neant.
Sa credeti acest tulburator adevar, strigand cu convingere:
Aceasta nu va fi niciodata !
NICIODATA, NICIODATA, NICIODATA !...
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LADY LIBERTY
(The Statue of Liberty)
by Cristian Petru Balan

Mrs. Liberty has instead of roots
heroes who, kneeling underneath, in their graves, under the flowers
propelling their souls under her wary garment,
have been united with her in her immortal body of bronze in a river of fire.
Behold, Lady Liberty now is alive!
She breaths, she moves, and like a giant grows,
and watches for us all, dressed in her armour of hope and energy;
and brave ancestors send their glory to shine through her eternal rays and sacred halo.
The heroes of America still carry her on their shoulders;
and inside her hot, with heavy struggles, a volcano will trigger her fire warm heartbeat,
when we together walking through her body,
as blood cells in an infinite and vital transfusion,
will say with Pygmalion voice, will give the first order:
“Our Lady, it is the time – walk forward!”
And maybe that time has already arrived to tell her:
“Awake, our dear Mother, from your immobility!
Dare to awake from your granite. Walk forward, walk!”
And then she will walk gloriously, as Jesus, on the waves of the Ocean,
dressed in power and sun, toward the continents,
with no fear over the borders, over obstacles, crushing all shackles, all chains…
O, sacred Lady Liberty! O dear Mother,
Ever eye shall see you when you will shake the bars of meridians and parallels.
No guns, no rusty chain will resist the fire of your torch,
And nothing will stop you, as you will march powerfull, renewed, invincible and huge;
No raging hurricanes, nor the dirty spitting
of the surrounding pygmies with their green flags,
nor white turbans, nor red fists raised against you with savage hate,
nor fierce arrows of poison, will they be able to extinguish your burning torch
whose fire will rise to the clouds, to the sun, to the stars, to the Polaris;
lighting our faces, moving seasons and centuries, under a new order of freedom,
under the Star Spangled Banner!
And your voice will kill thunder, your eyes balls of lighting, blinding the enemies,
crushed like worms and ants under your feet, O sacred Lady Liberty!
And if by and by your light will fade,
we will throw in your flame all the forests of Terra,
and all volcanoes, and then the Moon, and the Sun and the sky!
And at last our bodies as terminal combustion;
for, if you fall with your flame in the Ocean, AMERICA falls!
And if America falls, O, Liberty,
the whole world will collapse in abyss,
because You are a symbol of Whole World!
O, people of the world, listen to me and believe the sorrowful truth, saying forever:
This will never happen! NEVER, NEVER, NEVER !...
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Nota: Am tradus textul pe care initial l-am scris in engleza. Varianta in engleza este afisata pe postamentul statuii din Romania sculptata de Cristian Petru Balan, dar este anexata si aici, mai jos. REPORTAJ Prahova: Prima copie din Romania a Statuii Libertatii, dezvelita la Boldesti Scaieni, jud. Prahova, sambata, 7 Iun 2014

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