SIMONA GRAZIA DIMA

Om de apa

De ar fi sa ma mai nasc,
fa ma un om de apa ori unul de metal,
iar nu de foc. De pamant?
Sa ia sfarsit traseele de flacari
ce ma spinteca,
asa cum pana n varf cararea
taie un munte.
Sa fiu o insula n mijlocul marii,
eu, care m am gandit mereu
la singuratatea stancii scaldate de valuri
si care am inteles ca piatra aceea singura
are mai mult curaj decat mine.
Dar, daca trebuie,
fa ma aceasta lava
sau fumul din jurul ei,
poate am sa inteleg mai bine viata.

Eliza Pintilie

Simona Grazia Dima
 

Man Of Water

Were I to be born once again,
make me a man of water or of metal,
but not of fire. Of earth perhaps?
Bring an end to the flame routes
Burning through me,
the same as a path cuts all the way up
through a mountain.
Let me be an island in the middle of the sea,
I, who have always pondered over the loneliness
of the cliff washed down by waves,
understanding that the one lonely stone
is braver than me.
But, if you must,
turn me into this lava
or the smoke around it,
that I may perhaps grasp life.