{"id":6453,"date":"2011-01-12T22:38:06","date_gmt":"2011-01-12T20:38:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=6453"},"modified":"2011-02-02T21:26:47","modified_gmt":"2011-02-02T19:26:47","slug":"poems-by-gelu-vlasin","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=6453","title":{"rendered":"Poems by Gelu Vla\u015fin"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>ayla<\/strong><br \/>\n[fragments]<\/p>\n<p align=right>translated by A.C. Clarke &#038; Monica Tone [MTTLC student]<\/p>\n<p>When I make love<br \/>\nAyla hides<br \/>\nbetween fingers<br \/>\nthe shape of<br \/>\ncarnivorous plants<br \/>\nshe becomes<!--more--><br \/>\na kind of bird<br \/>\nin the middle of a circle<br \/>\nof many colours<br \/>\nher midriff<br \/>\nis the middle of the world<br \/>\nfrom which her cries<br \/>\nrise to enfold me<br \/>\nwhen I make love<br \/>\nI feel above the world<br \/>\na different sky<\/p>\n<p>***<br \/>\nAyla feels<br \/>\nthat this start of the new day<br \/>\nis the end of the world<br \/>\nand the world<br \/>\nis a smiling orange<br \/>\non which someone is tracing<br \/>\nthe outline of a slender ankle<br \/>\nfrom a poem<br \/>\nby Komartin<br \/>\nif Ayla feels this start of the new day<br \/>\nas the end of the world<br \/>\nit means her dance<br \/>\nhas turned into<br \/>\npurple ashes<br \/>\nthat have settled<br \/>\nin my soul<br \/>\nfor another<br \/>\neternity<\/p>\n<p>***<br \/>\nAyla<br \/>\nis like a song<br \/>\nwithout wings<br \/>\nthe more beautiful she grows<br \/>\nthe higher she soars<br \/>\nwhen I listen to my song<br \/>\nwith wings<br \/>\nthe air rises<br \/>\ninto the vault of the sky<br \/>\nand its jasmine scent<br \/>\nlures me<br \/>\nbeyond the horizon<br \/>\nthen<br \/>\nthe horizon opens<br \/>\ninto two worlds<br \/>\nand from each world<br \/>\nAyla welcomes me<br \/>\ninto her arms<br \/>\nwhich have become<br \/>\ntwo orange angels<\/p>\n<p>***<br \/>\nWhen Ayla breathes<br \/>\nthe Ayla who lives<br \/>\nin Ayla\u2019s breath<br \/>\nmakes a strange sound<br \/>\nlike a Nepalese drum<br \/>\nat the start<br \/>\nof a mating-rite<br \/>\nI listen to Ayla\u2019s breathing<br \/>\nand prepare<br \/>\nfor the last initiatory dance<br \/>\nthen the journey<br \/>\nto another dimension<br \/>\nof flight<\/p>\n<p>***<br \/>\nAyla doesn\u2019t understand<br \/>\nmy concerns<br \/>\nnow<br \/>\nshe sniffs<br \/>\nthe winter\u2019s air<br \/>\nand wanders<br \/>\ntantalizing<br \/>\nonto the little streets<br \/>\nof a medieval city<br \/>\nwhich smells of Spain<br \/>\nin Ayla\u2019s sleep<br \/>\nunknown<br \/>\nbrightly colored<br \/>\nclamorous insects<br \/>\nspring to life<br \/>\nwhen Ayla wakes<br \/>\nthe insects turn into<br \/>\nlittle dancing lights<br \/>\nwhich print themselves<br \/>\non the retina<br \/>\nforever<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>ayla [fragments] translated by A.C. 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