Orbul de la Cină

“someone was singing and he was alone. for us, you wrote yourself in small letters so we wouldn’t know. from the bitterness of blood, from the nights of the eagles, that music began, but we couldn’t hear it. the grapes are calling their wine, the stranger. (...)”

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“C10 (or the king's carolers – from student times) on the side stairway, we gather in the evening, many the cold cement steps welcome us as if we were the king's carolers we have mulled wine and dry snacks the orange guitar stretches and warps in the candlelight we take another drag from the cigarette, nibble on sticks and salty biscuits happiness pricks our veins with Burmese nails One floor below, behind the door 'Mr. Blues - Don't Disturb' the tasty rot of jazz caresses our toes We sin in thought, our minds dangling from the railing later, the Serbs come to sing with us Golden-haired like gods from a bombed country we scratch the wall with our nails, don’t know what to say they bring us wafers with fruits and chocolate wrapped in green foil the second evening we gather again on the side stairway with the same mulled wine and dry snacks and the same us the old rockers hanging heavy on the guitar’s body at the midnight office.”

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“nu știu de ce timpul se plimbă azi prin fața noastră blând și nisipos ca femeile poeților. în toate cântecele mă vrea. poate tu mă vrei primi o clipă în Andaluzia ta în care astăzi n-a murit nimeni.”

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“wait for me in a song! if you’ve come to dinner, release your dogs, pour the wine into the sky, for all the longing ghosts of the grapes (...)”

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“cu noi timpul tace lung ca un câine mort după luna desenată de un copil cuminte pe asfalt.”

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“cineva cânta și era singur. pentru noi te scriai cu litere mici să nu știm. din asprimile sângelui din nopțile vulturilor începuse muzica aceea pe care n-am auzit-o. strugurii-și strigă vinul, străinul (...)”

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“I don't know why time is dancing now before us soft and sandy like the poets' women. it wants me in all songs. maybe you'd take me in for a moment to your Andalusia where today no one has died.”

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“iti aduc pe brate puiul d tigru cu colti tristi, intorsi. luna rade singura uitata pe-un horn. cateodata cainii au stele pe cerul gurii.”

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