{"id":2702,"date":"2010-01-18T10:10:02","date_gmt":"2010-01-18T08:10:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=2702"},"modified":"2010-01-23T11:05:29","modified_gmt":"2010-01-23T09:05:29","slug":"english-poems-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=2702","title":{"rendered":"English Poems<\/i>"},"content":{"rendered":"

de Gene Tanta [USA]<\/p>\n

traducere din englez\u0103 de Ramona Mirela Tanta<\/em><\/p>\n

for the English version, click here<\/strong><\/a><\/em><\/p>\n

\nAcolo \u00een Rom\u00e2nia, \u015ftiam un copil de \u0163igan, numit Dumnezeu care \u00ee\u015fi cresta cuvinte \u00een coapse<\/i><\/p>\n

\nAcolo \u00een Rom\u00e2nia, \u015ftiam un copil de \u0163igan, numit Dumnezeu care \u00ee\u015fi cresta cuvinte \u00een coapse
\ncu s\u00eerm\u0103 ghimpat\u0103, atunci c\u00eend fugea de securitate. Mama lui Dumnezeu, \u0163iganca
\ntremura \u015fi ne citea\u00a0 viitorul \u00een cafeaua neagr\u0103. Ne citea za\u0163ul
\n\u015fi ne povestea c\u00eet de moale era picioru\u2019 dracului, chiar dac\u0103 nev\u0103zut
\nde ochii no\u015ftri. Seara t\u00eerziu, \u0163iganca suspina \u015fi spunea \u00eencet ce mult mai de\u015ftept
\n\u015fi mai frumos era fiul ei fa\u0163\u0103 de al\u0163ii. Odat\u0103,
\ntat\u0103l meu a c\u0103lcat din gre\u015fal\u0103 pe piciorul unui drac invizibil. Mama lui Dumnezeu
\nnu era ru\u015finoas\u0103. \u015ei a tipat ea in locu\u2019 dracului. T\u00eerziu \u00een acea\u015fi noapte, \u0163iganca dormea
\n\u00een buc\u0103t\u0103ria noastr\u0103 \u00eentunecoas\u0103, luminat\u0103 doar de razele de lumin\u0103 de la l\u0103mpile din strad\u0103,
\ntrunchiate ciudat de perdele. Lumina lunii nu e demn\u0103 de men\u0163ionat.
\n\u015ei-a schimbat hainele chiar \u00een fa\u0163a noastr\u0103, b\u0103l\u0103ng\u0103nindu-\u015fi s\u00eenii zb\u00eerci\u0163i
\nca s\u0103 ne fac\u0103 s\u0103 chicotim. Mi-a pupat v\u00eerful penisului. \u00cemi amintesc cum a\u015f fi vrut s\u0103 urinez \u00een
\ngura ei. Dar cum a\u015f fi putut?<\/p>\n

Povestea Ciorii<\/strong><\/p>\n

\nUn pui de cioar\u0103 se sc\u0103lda \u00eentr-o balt\u0103 seara pe la unspe. Era vara tirziu \u015fi toat\u0103 lumea m\u00eenca ceap\u0103 verde din gr\u0103dini, dar la cioar\u0103 i se f\u0103cuse ur\u00eet. At\u00eet de ur\u00eet de fapt, c\u0103 a \u00eenceput s\u0103 c\u00eente de c\u00eet de singur\u0103 se sim\u0163ea. A\u015fa c\u0103 glasul ei \u00eei \u0163inea de ur\u00eet c\u00eend \u00ee\u015fi ridica capul s\u0103 priveasc\u0103 marele nimic (care p\u0103rea mic de departe).<\/p>\n

\nCineva a furat bomboana puiului de cioar\u0103 \u015fi de-atunci zbura \u015fi \u0163ipa \u00een gura mare: \u201cAv\u00eend \u00een vedere c\u0103 bonboana mea nu e glum\u0103, ci are elemente tragice la gust.\u201d Cioara spuse asta cu glasul ei ie\u015fit in afara trupului \u015fi \u00eenghesuit \u00een urechea larg\u0103 a spa\u0163iului din jur. Doar at\u00eet at\u00eerna, doar at\u00eet ram\u00eene.<\/p>\n

\nCioara mami\u2019 lui are un ochi de sticl\u0103 \u015fi un paratr\u0103znet de obicei. \u201cFarmecul meu nu se pune la c\u00eentar, tovar\u0103\u015fe Linguini Marinara,\u201d a gr\u0103it cioara mai \u00een v\u00eerst\u0103.<\/p>\n

\n\u201cPup\u0103-i \u015fi spune-le c\u0103 dorul meu pentru apa f\u0103r\u0103 clor cre\u015fte zilnic,\u201d a zis puiul de cioar\u0103 peste um\u0103r.<\/p>\n

\nFiindc\u0103 armamentul ne duce la bl\u00eenzime, afacerea noastr\u0103 ne cere s\u0103 d\u0103m m\u00eena cu ofi\u0163erul care pusc\u0103\u2019 \u00een \u015fosea. Apoi, de la o vreme, mai \u00eencolo pe uli\u0163\u0103 cioara \u00eenchide gura \u015fi \u00eencepe un foc mic prin a ne face nou\u0103 cu ochiul lui de sticl\u0103 (recent ciobit de-un pu\u015fti c-o pra\u015ftie, care acum nu mai alearg\u0103 a\u015fa cum alerga odat\u0103).<\/p>\n

\nTerenul e bun de viermi \u015fi alte marun\u0163i\u015furi. Ce se aude se poate \u00eenghi\u0163i, dac\u0103 putem crede o vulpe ca \u015fi Dumneavoastr\u0103. Din c\u00eend \u00een c\u00eend, armata trage \u00een aer d-asupra capetelor noastre. Noi avem scuturi \u015fi avem stat. Cioara se zguduie viguros \u00een balta neagr\u0103.<\/p>\n

Un Raton Ar\u0103tos<\/strong><\/p>\n

\nVorbitul sincer n-a spus nimic. Vorbitul sincer a \u00eentors un ochi chior \u015fi o ureche surd\u0103 la recoltele noastre nef\u0103cute \u015fi la migrenele noastre veterane. Vorbitul sincer ar\u0103ta \u00een sus, cit\u00eend o oboseal\u0103 profund\u0103 cauzat\u0103 \u00een mare m\u0103sur\u0103 de comportamentul ierbivorelor de deasupra. Vremelnicia s-a \u00eenro\u015fit de la rugin\u0103. Vremelnicia \u015fi-a luat inima \u00een din\u0163i \u015fi s-a \u00eempotrivit la to\u0163i gur\u0103-casc\u0103 \u015fi la g\u00eendurile lor existen\u0163iale din spatele z\u0103mo\u015fi\u0163elor. Vremelnicia a laminat c\u00eet a putut toate memoriile de gazolin\u0103 \u015fi de crati\u0163e dup\u0103 ce colapsul economic i-a dat ou\u0103le peste cap. Mofturoasa \u015fi-a \u00eentortocheat capul \u015fi \u015fi\u2013a b\u0103tut joc de noi to\u0163i cu respira\u0163ia ei de pepene. Mofturoasa \u015fi-a pierdut vederea din gre\u015fal\u0103. Mofturoasa a b\u0103gat vina pe to\u0163i numai pe ea nu, cu un ciocan aflat \u00een m\u00eena ei, urm\u0103rind legile lui Noiembrie. Melancolia a decis s\u0103-\u015fi ard\u0103 toate sutienele din \u015fifonierele de ieri. Din cauza stigmei asociat\u0103 cu violul \u00een grup, melancolia a ar\u0103tat cu degetul unul dintre incendiatorii t\u0103cu\u0163i. Melancolia \u015fi-a re\u00eenc\u0103rcat p\u0103r\u0163ile corpului cu electrozi de suspans \u015fi barbarie. Frica nu s-a uitat niciodat\u0103 \u00eenapoi, merg\u00eend \u00een direc\u0163ia gre\u015fit\u0103 pe o strad\u0103 cu sens unic. Frica ne-a costat mult. Frica a \u00eenghi\u0163it cu greu. Persoana care sufer\u0103 de perfec\u0163ionism coilie i-a permis focului s\u0103 se reflecte \u00een jurul pupilelor \u00eentunecate. Persoana care sufer\u0103 de perfec\u0163ionism coilie ne-a pus la zidul de c\u0103r\u0103mid\u0103 al nop\u0163ii \u015fi a tras in noi plin de mil\u0103. Persoana care sufer\u0103 de perfec\u0163ionism coilie s-a c\u0103\u0163\u0103rat pe hangarul din lemn f\u0103r\u0103 nici-o problem\u0103, dar fl\u0103c\u0103rile deja se reflectau \u015fi \u00een ochii ei. Foamea s-a aruncat pe mul\u0163ime cu pietul gol \u015fi liber\u0103. Foamea a m\u0103turat cioburile dup\u0103 petrecere c\u00eend singurul lucru pe care un bec mai putea s\u0103-l fac\u0103 era s\u0103-\u015fi aminteasc\u0103 reflec\u0163ia lui slab\u0103. Foamea a \u00eencurcat borcanele cu spatele ei p\u0103ros. Dorul a cerut rezultate de lung\u0103 durat\u0103. Dorul \u015fi-a \u00eencheiat contractul de \u00eenchiriere \u00eenainte ca pepenii s\u0103 se \u00eenmoaie \u00een castronul de fructe. Dorul \u015fi-a adus prietenii dar ratonul ar\u0103tos m\u00eencase deja toat\u0103 pizza.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

de Gene Tanta [USA] traducere din englez\u0103 de Ramona Mirela Tanta for the English version, click here Acolo \u00een Rom\u00e2nia, \u015ftiam un copil de \u0163igan, numit Dumnezeu care \u00ee\u015fi cresta cuvinte \u00een coapse Acolo \u00een Rom\u00e2nia, \u015ftiam un copil de \u0163igan, numit Dumnezeu care \u00ee\u015fi cresta cuvinte \u00een coapse cu s\u00eerm\u0103 ghimpat\u0103, atunci c\u00eend fugea […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"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":[436,393],"tags":[1145,459,54,466,72],"class_list":["post-2702","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-egophobia-25","category-prozascurta","tag-egophobia-25","tag-gene-tanta","tag-proza-scurta","tag-ramona-mirela-tanta","tag-traducere"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DakB-HA","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2702","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\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2702"}],"version-history":[{"count":32,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2702\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3338,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2702\/revisions\/3338"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2702"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2702"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2702"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}