Cjul-Napoca fotografiat de Margareta Negrea-English30 DE ANI ALBASTRI S-AU DUS
Canta-mi de Clujul meu,
despre anii ce mi-au furat tineretea
Cati copaci au murit intre timp,
cati au dat nastere viselor, cartilor de poeme?
Oare ce a ramas si ce s-a prabusit
in construirea viitorului,
cincinalelor fortate sa slabeasca
I-am uitat multe strazi, multi oameni,
mi-am uitat adresele,
rudele ce m-au uitat si cand eram acolo
Mi-am lasat poeziile de copila la o prietena maghiara,
un caiet cu o coperta de plastic albastru deschis
ca cerul caruia ii cantam atunci si acum
O sun dar telefonul nu mai este conectat,
intreb de ea dar nimeni nu mai stie daca e in viata
Poate-aplecat peste hotare,
o fi sau doar eu o vad in cerul albastru,
o fi pe-o strada langa mine sau printre alte continente
Nici nu mai stiu care-i era culoarea preferata
si ziua ei de nastere s-a dus din mintea mea
doar cerul, cerul albastru ma alina
atunci cand ma gandesc si imi e dor de ea
5 Mai 2006, SUA
30 BLUE YEARS HAVE GONE BY
Sing to me about my Cluj
about the years that stole my youth
How many trees died in the meantime ?
How many gave birth to dreams and poetry books?
I wonder what is left and what collapsed
within building the future
the five year plans forced to get thinner
I forgot the names of many streets, many people,
I forgot my own addresses,
the relatives who forgot me even when I was still living there
I left my childhood poems with a Hungarian friend,
a copybook with a light blue plastic cover
like the sky to which I was singing then and even now
I call her but the phone is no longer connected
I ask about her but no one knows if she is still alive
Perhaps she left the borders
she might be in the sky or maybe only I see her there
she might be living on a nearby street
or among other continents
I don’t even remember what her favorite colour was
and her birthday escaped my mind
only the sky, the blue sky soothes me
when I am thinking and longing for her
May, 5 , 2006, USA