Corneliu LEU - SECOLUL SI DEMOCRATIA
Mariana Cristescu, Damen Passo Doble, Editura Nico, Târgu Mures, 2012

POEME BILINGVE / BILINGUAL POEMS (1)

George ROCA


CAUTAND INSULA FERICIRII / LOKING FOR THE ISLE OF HAPPINESS


INSULA FERICIRII

Incercam cu totii sa supravietuim
in secolul acesta a turbulentei
creandu-ne in imaginatie
mici insule
unde evadam atunci cand
nu mai putem face fata
uraganelor si cutremurelor
care ne inconjoara.

Acolo,
pe insula noastra
jucam sotron
chiar daca nu ne mai tin balamalele,
gangurim ca bebelusii,
ne asezam pe tronul regelui
fara sa ne fie frica de pedepse,
sarutam si ne iubim
cu toate vedetele intangibile
ale lumii moderne.

Acolo,
pe insula fericirii noastre
este vesnic primavara.

Acolo
suntem mereu tineri
si sanatosi
si veseli
si... buni!

Cateodata,
cand pe insula fericirii
ne simtim singuri,
invitam prieteni dragi
sa ne insoteasca
si sa impartaseasca
bucuriile noastre.

Si astfel,
se produce o simbioza miraculoasa
care vindeca sufletul
de toate relele pamantului
facandu-te sa gandesti curat
atunci cand te reintorci la realitate.


THE ISLE OF HAPPINESS

We all try to survive
this century of turbulence
creating in our imaginations
small islands
where we escape
when we cannot cope
with the hurricanes and earthquakes
which surround us.

There, on our island we play hopscotch
even if our hinges are rusty,
we coo like babies,
we sit ourselves on the king’s throne
without fear of punishment,
we kiss and we love
with all the intangible stars
of the modern world.

There,
on our imaginary island
it’s forever spring.
There,
We too are eternally young
and healthy
and joyful
and good!

Sometimes,
when on our imaginary island
we feel lonely,
we invite, of course,
dear friends
to join us
and to share in
our happiness.

And so,
a miraculous symbiosis is created
which heals the soul
of all the Earth’s badness…
making you think positively
when you return to reality !


DE UNDE INCEPE LUMEA

Astazi,
Lumea incepe la tine
si se termina la mine!
Democratic ar fi ca maine
lumea sa inceapa la mine
si sa se termine la tine.

Pentru tine,
lumea poate incepe din America,
sau din Insula Pitcairn,
sau din Sikim, Nauru, Botswana,
sau chiar de pe Chomolugma...
Pentru mine,
lumea incepe din Romania
si se termina in Australia.
Punct!
Pentru unii,
lumea incepe de la ei
si se termina tot acolo!
Ei si restul lumii!
Pentru altii,
fara coloana vertebrala,
lumea incepe de la 30 de arginti
si se temina la tradare.

Lumea,
poate sa inceapa pe Pamant
si sa se termine
la capatul Universului.

Pentru multi dintre noi,
lumea incepe din clipa
in care ne cuplam
la Internet...


WHERE THE WORLD BEGINS

Today,
The world begins from you
and ends at me!
It would be democratic
that tomorrow
the world begin from me
and end at you.

For you,
the world can begin in America,
or on Pitcairn Island,
or in Sikkim, Nauru, Botswana
or even on Chomolugma…

For me,
the world begins in Romania
and ends in Australia.
Period!

For some,
the world begins at them
and also ends there.
THEM... and the rest of the world!

For others,
spineless,
the world begins at 30 silver coins
and ends at betrayal.

The world
can begin from Earth
and finish
at the end of the Universe.

For many of us,
the world begins from the moment
in which we connect
to the Internet…


EVADAREA

Mi-a iesit in cale copilaria
dar a trecut pe langa mine
de parca nu as fi avut-o niciodata.
Multi oameni m-au ocolit
fara sa imi dea buna ziua.
M-am refugiat la rude,
dar mi-au intors spatele.
Am cerut ajutor prietenilor,
dar s-au facut ca nu ma cunosc.
Am incercat sa ma apropii de tine,
dar ai fugit,
lasandu-ma si mai insingurat.

Cand m-am intalnit cu poezia
Aceasta mi-a deschis larg bratele
si m-a mangaiat pe crestet!


THE ESCAPE

I encountered my childhood
but it walked past me
as if I had never had it.

Many people avoided me
without even saying hello.
I sought refuge at relatives
but they turned their backs on me.
I sought the help of friends
but they pretended not to know me.
I tried to get closer to you
but you ran away,
leaving me alone.

When I encountered Poetry,
She opened her arms widely
And stroked my forehead!


LA MUZEU

In spatele panourilor
de sticla
pasarile
sorbeau soarele
precum un fluviu care
se revarsa in gatlejurile lor
patrunzand adanc in gusile
lor asemanatoare
cu curbura
amforelor vechi
din ceramica
zamislita de hiperboreni
si pastrata pentru noi
in nisipul de aur
al unui fund de mare.


AT THE MUSEUM

Behind the glass panels
birds
absorbed the sun
like a river
overflowing from their throats
penetrating deep into their crop
resembling
the curves of
the old ceramic amphorae
created by the Hyperboreans
and preserved for us
in the golden sand
of a certain sea bed.



HOTUL

In camera mea
nu a intrat
nici un hot!

Nu lipseste nimic!

Dece ma simt
totusi
furat de amintiri?


THE BURGLAR

In my room,
no burglar
has ever entered!

Nothing is missing!

Why on earth
do I still feel
stolen by the memories?


CAPRIOARA NEBUNA

Culcat,
stau cu ochii inchisi
si visez la poiana mea cu flori.
E atata liniste si armonie!
si totusi caprioara nebuna
nu vrea sa-mi dea pace
incercand din nou
sa ma mangaie cu copita
pe albul ochilor mei obositi
de atata privit spre spatiul virtual.


THE CRAZY DEER

Lying,
I rest with my eyes closed
and dream of my flowered glade.
So much peace and harmony!
But yet... the crazy deer
doesn’t leave me alone
trying once again
to stroke me with her hoof
on the white of my eyes tired
from so much staring
at my computer screen.
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George Roca
Sydney

4th of January 2013


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