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ISSN 1409-6900 | UDK 82+7     Blesok no. 30 | volume VI | January-February, 2003



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Blesok no. 30January-February, 2003
Poetry

You'll shrivel, you'll be an exotic fruit

Translated by: Daniela Giurculescu


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Daniel Banulescu

You’ve sung beautifully and yet you heaven’t changed your life
Decameron
Epilogue
You'll shrivel, you'll be an exotic fruit
The Antipa Museum
“Enemy of the People” – lover of the country

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Decameron

Standing on the table waving our arm elegantly and singing long live Rapid!
With our claws and teeth among the distinguished crowd and again:

Where are you my dove (la-la)
Where are you, my love (la-la-la)
I’ve been waiting for you since three o’clock

The great martyrs of the moment must have shown up
Standing alive in their flesh like in some plump couches
And singing “Our funny life”
Music will have stopped the gang must have split up
We will have reached the end of our philosophical suffering
We will have hit the road decisively to the bedrooms
Each of us beside a pair of hot endless legs
Which join together (that’s all we know)
Like two Danubian kingdoms

Because I had been still and I hadn’t moved
And because she had been still beside me and hadn’t moved
Because I didn’t had to worry about her
As she wouldn’t either move or hurt me

And because that day I had been restless in vain
While the dogs had enlarged the world and world had troubled my windows with its feet
And as you couldn’t straight anything on anything from the phosphorous of a flag
She wouldn’t either move or hurt me

Because at that time neither for their lives
Nor the songs from the priests, nor the good books
In this air that came to have the habits of a building
She wouldn’t neither move or hurt me
And because I could have thrown up quietly for each of them
More beautifully than they could have raised their kids
Because I was bending, twisting and laying
She would neither move or hurt me






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