Anatomia Lunii. The Anatomy of the Moon

Editie bilingva: Romana-engleza

Anatomia Lunii

Dintotdeauna am crezut ca luna

E legata de pamant cu o sfoara.

La inceput ma uitam la cer cu mana la ochi

Pentru ca cerul era dat la maxim

Si stelele cazatoare lasau in urma un fel de funingine

De care mama imi spunea sa ma feresc,

Pana cand luna aparea din nou peste dealuri

Rotunda sau mancata de molii

Trecea vara intreaga.

Tata ma tot masura la usa,

Iar lemnul usii ba se umplea de ramuri, ba de iarba deasa

Si nimeni nu mai stia daca am crescut sau nu.

Oricum eu eram la datorie cu mana streasina

Si priveam cerul in care stelele

Se inmulteau ca mormolocii din balta.

Doar ea, luna, ramanea aceeasi

Si am inteles singur ca nu iese de niciunde

Doar in sfoara aceea care o leaga de noi

Credeam ca intr-o raza de soare.

The Anatomy of the Moon

I always thought that the moon

Was tied to the earth by a string.

In the beginning I used to look up at the sky

With one hand shading my eyes

Because the sky was turned up to maximum

And the falling stars left behind a trail of soot

Which my mother warned me to stay away from.

By the time the moon appeared again over the hills,

Round or gobbled up by moths,

The whole summer passed by.

My father kept measuring me up against the doorway,

Its wood frame filled up with branches or thick grass

And no one could tell whether I grew or not

I was on watch anyhow with my hand over my eye

Looking up at the sky where the stars

Were multiplying like little frogs in a pond.

Only the moon always stayed the same,

I myself figured out that it doesn't come from somewhere else

And believed in the string that dropped down to us

Like in a sunbeam. - [Fragment]