traducere & prezentare de Amira Ludwig<\/p>\n
Lena Khalaf Tuffaha este o poet\u0103, eseist\u0103 \u0219i traduc\u0103toare arabo-american\u0103, cu r\u0103d\u0103cini palestiniene, iordaniene \u0219i siriene. \u00cen scrierile sale exploreaz\u0103 exilul, identitatea, pierderea \u0219i rezisten\u021ba cultural\u0103. Este autoarea volumelor Something About Living<\/em> (2024), Kaan and Her Sisters<\/em> (2023) \u0219i Water & Salt<\/em> (2017). Traducerile \u0219i poemele ei au fost premiate \u00een mai multe r\u00e2nduri, fiind recunoscut\u0103 pentru vocea sa etic\u0103 \u0219i profund liric\u0103.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Ultima \u0219ans\u0103: variante<\/strong><\/p>\n pentru cei din marele mar\u0219 al \u00eentoarcerii<\/em><\/p>\n Gardul nu rezist\u0103. s\u0103 \u00eenfloreasc\u0103 \u00een cealalt\u0103 parte a casei.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n La sosire<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Va trebui s\u0103 specifica\u021bi motivul vizitei. <\/p>\n Va trebui s\u0103 specifica\u021bi motivul vizitei. <\/p>\n Va trebui s\u0103 specifica\u021bi motivul vizitei. c\u0103-s absen\u021bi.<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Va trebui s\u0103 specifica\u021bi motivul vizitei. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" traducere & prezentare de Amira Ludwig Lena Khalaf Tuffaha este o poet\u0103, eseist\u0103 \u0219i traduc\u0103toare arabo-american\u0103, cu r\u0103d\u0103cini palestiniene, iordaniene \u0219i siriene. \u00cen scrierile sale exploreaz\u0103 exilul, identitatea, pierderea \u0219i rezisten\u021ba cultural\u0103. Este autoarea volumelor Something About Living (2024), Kaan and Her Sisters (2023) \u0219i Water & Salt (2017). Traducerile \u0219i poemele ei au fost […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1800,13],"tags":[1809,1801,1808,1114,72],"class_list":["post-15894","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-egophobia-86","category-poezie","tag-amira-ludwig","tag-egophobia-86","tag-lena-khalaf-tuffaha","tag-poezie","tag-traducere"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DakB-48m","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15894","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=15894"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15894\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15895,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15894\/revisions\/15895"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=15894"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=15894"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=15894"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nS\u00e2rma nu mai are ghimpi, se \u00eenmoaie \u0219i devine fir de m\u0103tase.
\nTr\u0103g\u0103torii r\u0103m\u00e2n f\u0103r\u0103 gloan\u021be.
\nDe\u0219ertul, ca de fiecare dat\u0103, \u00eenflore\u0219te cu de la sine putere.
\nTr\u0103g\u0103torii sunt distra\u0219i, le trimit mesaje iubitelor.
\nTr\u0103g\u0103torii sunt orbi\u021bi de fumul cauciucurilor noastre \u00een fl\u0103c\u0103ri.
\nTr\u0103g\u0103torii se \u00eentreab\u0103 dac\u0103 ne vor mai vedea vreodat\u0103 sf\u00e2r\u0219itul.
\nGardul nu rezist\u0103.
\nTr\u0103g\u0103torii \u00ee\u0219i iau o pauz\u0103 pentru masa de pr\u00e2nz.
\nGloan\u021bele se topesc \u00een \u00eenc\u0103rc\u0103toare.
\nGloan\u021bele se dezintegreaz\u0103 c\u00e2nd ating cuv\u00e2ntul PRESS de pe vesta lui Yasser.
\n\u0218tirile \u00eentrerup, \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it, lini\u0219tea din jur.
\nGloan\u021bele se \u00eendep\u0103rteaz\u0103 singure de craniul b\u0103iatului.
\nCu aripi la sandale, b\u0103iatul plute\u0219te pe deasupra gloan\u021belor.
\nTr\u0103g\u0103torii nu trag \u00een medicii care evacueaz\u0103 r\u0103ni\u021bii.
\nTr\u0103g\u0103torii se uit\u0103 \u00een ochii unuia dintre noi \u0219i \u00een\u021beleg.
\nLa spital sunt suficiente pungi cu ser fiziologic.
\nTr\u0103g\u0103torii trag \u0219i rateaz\u0103 iar \u0219i iar \u0219i iar.
\n\u00cei dep\u0103\u0219im pe tr\u0103g\u0103tori.
\n\u00cenmorm\u00e2nt\u0103m mor\u021bii la gard, l\u0103s\u00e2ndu-le r\u0103d\u0103cinile<\/p>\n
\nNu spune\u021bi: pentru c\u0103 vreau s\u0103 umblu pe drumuri vechi
\n\u0219i s\u0103 m\u00e2ng\u00e2i ziduri de piatr\u0103 de culoarea pielii mele<\/em>.<\/p>\n
\nNu spune\u021bi: pentru c\u0103 m\u0103slinii sunt gata de recolt\u0103
\n\u0219i voi ademeni fructele din copaci,
\nle voi presa \u00een aur lichid<\/em>.<\/p>\n
\nNu spune\u021bi: deoarece casa p\u0103rin\u021bilor mei
\nst\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 pustie pe o falez\u0103 cu vedere la mare,
\nobloanele verzi pe care bunicul tocmai le vopsise
\nr\u0103m\u00e2n \u00eenchise ermetic,
\niar armata a scris despre proprietari<\/em><\/p>\n
\nNu spune\u021bi: fiindc\u0103 duc rug\u0103ciuni \u00een valiz\u0103
\npentru un popor care a\u0219teapt\u0103,
\n\u0219i le voi desf\u0103\u0219ura
\nca pe ni\u0219te fe\u021be de mas\u0103 brodate cu versuri
\n\u0219i le voi \u00eentinde peste \u021bar\u0103.<\/em><\/p>\n