Învăluit în umbră
cu mâinile proptite
pe genunchii
picioarelor goale
ce loveau cu putere
pământul,
cu gura larg deschisă,
scotea un sunet strident
răscolind,
răsturnând,
zdrobind,
doborând
notele ascuţite
ale cuvintelor…
Se năpusteau una peste alta.
…blunting
Wrapped in the shadow
with his hands left
on the knees
of the bared feet
which were powerfully hitting
the ground,
with wide open mouth,
was shrieking out a strident sound
stirring up,
overturning
crashing,
knocking down
the high-pitched tones
of the words…
They were swooping upon each other.
traducere: ELENA BUZATU
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Sunday Dalí: Knights of Death, 1937. Oil on canvas, 65.5 x 50 cm. Geneva, Collection G.E.D.
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