[plânge în pumni plânge în pumnii ei ficşi…]
plânge în pumni plânge în pumnii ei ficşi
în pumnii ei sfincşi
capodopera
apa nu se face vin în pumnii tăi decât dacă eşti iisus
decât dacă scrii capodopere
cu pumnii plini ochi cu vin roşu în piaţa romană
cetăţenii îşi fac cruce peste cruce
le e frică de mine
iisus îmi dă să beau din pumnii lui
apa transformată în vin
beau apăvin din pumnii lui iisus
de mână mă ţine strâns ca o fiică
o capodoperă
15 iulie 2009 – 21 h 11 min
[she cries into her fists she cries into her clenched fists…]
she cries into her fists she cries into her clenched fists
into her sphinxes fists the masterpiece
water does not turn into wine in your fists
unless you are jesus
unless you write masterpieces
with the fists full to the brim with red wine
in the roman square
the citizens cross themselves over the cross
they are afraid of me
jesus gives me to drink from his fists
water turned into wine
i drink waterwine from jesus’ fists
he holds my hand tightly like a daughter
a masterpiece
July 15, 2009 – 21 h 11 min
Τranslation from romanian: Roxana Procopiescu
[κλαίει μες στις γροθιές της κλαίει μες στις σφιχτές της γροθιές…]
Κλαίει μες στις γροθιές της κλαίει μες στις σφιχτές της γροθιές
στις γροθιές της σαν σφίγγες
το αριστούργημα
το νερό δεν γίνεται κρασί στις γροθιές σου εκτός κι αν είσαι ο Ιησούς
εκτός αν γράφεις αριστουργήματα
με τις γροθιές σου γεμάτες κατακόκκινο κρασί στην πλατεία Piața Romană
οι πολίτες κάνουν σταυρό πάνω σε σταυρό
με φοβούνται
ο Ιησούς μου δίνει να πιώ από τις γροθιές του
το νερό που έγινε κρασί.
Πίνω νερόκρασο απ’ τις γροθιές του Ιησού
μου κρατάει το χέρι σαν μια κόρη
ένα αριστούργημα
15 ιουλίου 2009 – 21 h 11 min
Mετάφραση από τα ρουμανικά: Άντζελα Μπράτσου