Zugrăvea
lumea cu ochii holbaţi
de parcă ar fi fost scurşi peste zid.
Cu trupul
în mână şi capul
în gură
încercând
să se stăpânească
strângând din fălci,
se cufunda în gânduri
privind la râul ce se prăbuşea din cer.
Leoarcă
de sudoare umezindu-i pleoapele
din chipul alb ca varul,
rostea
cuvinte
de
culoare.
Painted color
Was painting
the world with goggled eyes
as if they were poured out over the wall.
With his body
in his hand and his head
in his mouth
trying
to control himself
clenching his jaws,
was diving into his thoughts
looking at the river falling down from the sky.
Sopping wet
as the sweat was damping the eyelids
of his image as white as the lime,
was uttering
words
of
color.
traducere: ELENA BUZATU
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