translated from Romanian by Margaret Wilmot & Mirona Palas [MTTLC student]<\/p>\n
1. Ayla, Ayla!
\nYou smile
\nand the earth shakes under me
\nyou listen to wings fluttering and my wings
\nuncouple, dance \u2013 each free
\nyou speak and the air around you
\nbecomes impossible to breathe
\nWith you, it\u2019s another kind of feeling
\nan endless flying toward the world
\na particle of thought which brings
\nan experience of truth
\nthat round space
\nwhere all the world\u2019s wonders are alive
\nin a single place<\/p>\n
(or, more literal)<\/p>\n
Ayla, Ayla!
\nwhen you smile
\nthe earth shakes under me
\nwhen you listen to wings fluttering
\nmy wings start dancing each to its own beat
\nwhen you speak the air around you
\nbecomes impossible to breathe
\nWith you, it\u2019s another kind of feeling
\nflight unceasing towards the world
\na particle of thought which leads
\nto an experience of truth
\nthat round space
\nwhere all the world\u2019s wonders are alive
\nin a single place<\/p>\n
2. I\u2019d feel you even closer Ayla
\nlet a kiss fall
\non your naked shoulder
\nlisten to the vibration of your skin
\nthat song of such popular appeal
\non my lips a tantric cry
\nfingers dancing free
\nto a Maltese beat
\nI somehow miss you, Ayla
\nthe playful chime of your voice
\nmingling with scents of tropical forests
\nand fresh mown grass
\nin Aluche Park<\/p>\n
3. Today Ayla\u2019s making me sad
\ntoday because
\nshe\u2019s sitting in my lap
\ngazing at a Titian
\nI think eyes-wide Ayla\u2019s painting
\nand when Ayla paints
\nthe world is transformed into
\nthe kernel of a rotting apricot
\nwhile when Ayla\u2019s eyes begin moving
\nthe whole world dances \u2013
\nthen a world\u2019s sadness wraps me close
\nas jellyfish-wings
\nSo when Ayla paints
\nI feel my flying is a flowing
\nthrough the world<\/p>\n
4. When I quarrel with Ayla
\nyellow butterflies seem to drop
\nfrom a Tintoretto ivory tower
\nbutterflies which settle
\none by one
\nin an imaginary circle
\nwhere a naked Ayla sleeps
\nher breasts white swans
\nheaving in the light
\nsoon to dawn
\nWhen I quarrel with Ayla
\nmy words pour back out of her mouth
\nand from this outrush
\nnew breath
\nflies up
\ninto the world.<\/p>\n
5. When Ayla feels dreadfully beautiful
\nthe world turns into green absinthe
\nfragrant with orange-apple
\nwe cross in a single scream
\ndream-somersault among
\nraisins, ham and olives
\non a tablecloth caked with\u2019
\nunperishing poems
\nAyla, exuberant
\nis painting a fan
\nshaped like a sword from Toledo
\nwhile Istymo flings
\nprotective arrows at
\nthe cardinal points
\nfrom which erections
\nhave disappeared<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
translated from Romanian by Margaret Wilmot & Mirona Palas [MTTLC student] 1. Ayla, Ayla! You smile and the earth shakes under me you listen to wings fluttering and my wings uncouple, dance \u2013 each free you speak and the air around you<\/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":[731,77],"tags":[1152,1123,609,600,411,312],"class_list":["post-6719","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-egophobia-31","category-english","tag-egophobia-31","tag-english","tag-gelu-vlasin","tag-margaret-wilmot","tag-mirona-palas","tag-translation"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DakB-1Kn","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6719","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=6719"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6719\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6720,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6719\/revisions\/6720"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=6719"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=6719"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=6719"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}