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 .
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