{"id":330,"date":"2009-06-16T14:59:44","date_gmt":"2009-06-16T12:59:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/revista\/?p=330"},"modified":"2009-06-19T23:44:35","modified_gmt":"2009-06-19T21:44:35","slug":"eu-nu-am-casa","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=330","title":{"rendered":"Poeme de Carlos Ernesto Garcia"},"content":{"rendered":"

(fereastra latin\u0103)<\/font><\/p>\n

prezentare & traducere de Simona D\u0103ncil\u0103<\/p>\n

Carlos Ernesto Garcia [n. 1960-Santa Tecla, El Salvador] a publicat volumele de poeme Hasta la colera se pudre<\/em> (Barcelona \u015fi New York, 1994, varianta englez\u0103: Even rage will rot<\/em>), A quemarropa el amor<\/em> (Barcelona, 1996), Postales del crimen<\/em>, c\u00e2t \u015fi culegerea de reportaje Bajo la Sombra de Saldino<\/em> (El Salvador, 2005). Din 1980 tr\u0103ie\u015fte \u00een Spania fiind membru al Biroului de Coordonare European al Sistema Radio Venceremos. \u00cen 1990 a fondat revista literar\u0103 Xibalba de Cultura a ambito latinoamericano.
\nFace parte din diverse comisii interna\u0163ionale, a coordonat o echip\u0103 de jurnali\u015fti ai Televiziunii Spaniole, este corespondent al ziarului di El Salvador Diario CoLatino \u015fi director general al C&Duke, care se ocup\u0103 de organizarea unor evenimente culturale interna\u0163ionale c\u00e2t \u015fi curatorul unor expozi\u0163ii literare la care au participat scriitori din peste 30 de \u0163\u0103ri, printre care \u015fi c\u00e2\u015ftig\u0103tori ai premiului Nobel pentru literatur\u0103. Opera sa poetic\u0103 a fost tradus\u0103 \u00een englez\u0103, italian\u0103, chinez\u0103 iar acum, \u00een premier\u0103, \u015fi \u00een limba rom\u00e2n\u0103.
\n<\/p>\n

\/\/\/<\/p>\n

Eu nu am cas\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

\nJum\u0103tate din ce iubeam a disp\u0103rut.
\nUnii (foarte mul\u0163i) au r\u0103mas
\nal\u0163ii pur \u015fi simplu au plecat.<\/p>\n

Fratele meu \u00eemi scrie o scrisoare urgent\u0103
\ndin Mexic: casa se d\u0103r\u00e2m\u0103, trebuie s-o vindem
\n\u015fi g\u00e2ndul m\u0103 doboar\u0103 la \u00eenceput\u2014mai avem
\noare cas\u0103?
\nTata a murit f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103-\u015fi cumpere c\u0103ma\u015fa aceea
\nsau pantalonii care-i pl\u0103ceau at\u00e2t de mult
\nf\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 mearg\u0103 duminica la cinema
\nf\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 fac\u0103 multvisatele c\u0103l\u0103torii prin \u0163ar\u0103
\ns-a mul\u0163umit s\u0103 viziteze un parc \u015fi s\u0103 se uite
\nla chipul unui cal \u015fi la cel al generalului
\ncare c\u0103l\u0103rindu-l \u00eentregea statuia, totul doar
\nca s\u0103 ne cumpere o cas\u0103, o cas\u0103 mic\u0103 \u015fi
\nmodest\u0103 unde s\u0103 tr\u0103im, o cas\u0103 c\u0103reia ast\u0103zi
\ni se n\u0103zare s\u0103 se d\u0103r\u00e2me.<\/p>\n

Dinspre partea mea poate s\u0103 se pr\u0103bu\u015feasc\u0103
\ndac\u0103 vrea, din moment ce jumate din ce iubeam
\nnu mai exist\u0103, nu mai e cu mine, dac\u0103 nu-\u015fi
\nlipesc copila\u015fii nasurile mici de geam
\n\u015fi dac\u0103 sur\u00e2sul sor\u0103-mi s-a sf\u0103r\u00e2mat \u00een fa\u0163a
\noglinzii, \u00een acea teribil\u0103 noapte de iunie
\n\u00eenainte de furtun\u0103 \u015fi de c\u00e2ntecul coco\u015fului,
\ndac\u0103 pl\u00e2nsul metalic al unui copil nu-mi provoac\u0103
\no duio\u015fie \u00eengrozitoare care s\u0103 smulg\u0103 din m\u00e2inile mele
\nun c\u00e2ntec de dragoste,
\ns\u0103 se d\u0103r\u00e2me dinspre partea mea \u015fi s\u0103 construiasc\u0103 alta
\ndac\u0103 vor \u00eentr-o zi,
\ndar va avea fundament de cenu\u015f\u0103.<\/p>\n

Vocea mea nu va mai vibra \u00een pere\u0163i, scrisorile tale
\nde dragoste, Mariana, nu vor mai sosi pline de parfum
\n\u00een m\u00e2inile mele, de Cr\u0103ciun voi fi mereu departe \u015fi casa
\nva fi alc\u0103tuit\u0103 din \u00eenc\u0103peri solitare care, dup\u0103 cum \u00eemi
\nscrie fratele\u2014au pierdut deja primele geamuri de cristal.<\/p>\n

Foarte bine, s\u0103 se d\u0103r\u00e2me dac\u0103 vrea, dac\u0103-i pe-a\u015fa,
\no s\u0103 m\u0103 r\u0103zbun uit\u00e2nd-o fiindc\u0103 de mult, de foarte mult
\ntimp nu mai am cas\u0103.<\/p>\n

\/\/\/<\/p>\n

Scurt poem de dragoste<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015eti\u0163i bine c\u0103 \u00eenaintez din melancolie \u00een melancolie
\n\u015fi confund toate locurile, confund Pia\u0163a Zocalo cu
\nParcul Ula Ula, Dun\u0103rea cu Lempa, copiii andaluzi cu cei
\ndin Panchimalco, turnul din Paris cu st\u00e2lpii de electricitate
\ndin fa\u0163a casei mele din San Martin, l\u00e2ng\u0103 Suchitoto.
\nDa,
\nconfund totul, \u0103sta-i adev\u0103rul, p\u00e2na \u015fi culoarea p\u0103rului t\u0103u
\no confund cu umbra deas\u0103 a planta\u0163iilor de cafea.<\/p>\n

\/\/\/<\/p>\n

Omagiu<\/strong><\/p>\n

Iarna la Budapesta are culoarea griului vechi
\nDun\u0103rea ca un cu\u0163it taie corpul acestui ora\u015f
\nmutilat de mii de r\u0103zboaie, dup\u0103 cum m\u0103rturise\u015fte
\nmonumentul pescarilor care au primit s\u0103ge\u0163i turce\u015fti
\n\u00een piept. De aici, imagina\u0163ia poate s\u0103 c\u0103l\u0103reasc\u0103
\nsecolele p\u00e2n\u0103 departe.
\nDac\u0103 vizitezi Budapesta iarna
\nvei sim\u0163i gustul ei de doliu
\ngustul de s\u00e2nge al amurgurilor.<\/p>\n

\/\/\/<\/p>\n

Prima dragoste<\/strong><\/p>\n

(pentru Yanira L. Martinez)<\/p>\n

M\u0103 mul\u0163umeam s\u0103 te \u00eenso\u0163esc. S\u0103 merg pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 tine.
\nNu a\u015fteptam nici m\u0103car un sur\u00e2s. Ar fi fost de ajuns
\ns\u0103 m\u0103 prive\u015fti o singur\u0103 dat\u0103.
\nAm aflat c\u0103 numele meu sun\u0103 bine abia c\u00e2nd l-ai
\npronun\u0163at tu pentru prima oar\u0103. Dar eram doar doi elevi
\nde \u015fcoal\u0103 primar\u0103 \u00eentorc\u00e2ndu-ne acas\u0103 pe un drum pr\u0103fos.
\nAi disp\u0103rut \u00eentr-o var\u0103 l\u0103s\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 singur \u00een drum.
\nViitorul t\u0103u era Ilobasco, nu eu. Am \u00een\u0163eles asta \u00eentre timp.
\nMai exact, am \u00een\u0163eles-o \u00een dup\u0103-amiaza aceea c\u00e2nd dansam
\ncu tine: ai pronun\u0163at numele meu \u015fi parc\u0103 nu a mai sunat
\nat\u00e2t de bine!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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