Privighetori – Nightingales – Rossignols

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Despre natura sufletului

roumanie

Privighetori

Cu mâinile goale de amintiri
bat toba oraşului. Din cristal –
şi toba şi oraşul –
veşnicia e de partea lor.

Faţa rămâne trează
ca o pânză albă pe-nserat.

Îngheţ – privighetori pe frunte.
Stele cu sânge la gură
bat cu ciocul în aceste geamuri.

grandebretagne

Nightingales

With the hands free of memories
I beat the drum of the city. From crystal –
the drum and the city, too –
eternity is on their side.

The face is awake
like a white cloth in the evening.

Frost – nightingales on the forehead.
Stars with blood at their mouth
beat with their beaks in these windows.

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france

Rossignols

Les mains vides de souvenirs
je fais résonner le tambour de la ville.
Faits de cristal – et le tambour et la ville-
l’éternité est de leur côté.

Mon visage est éveillé
comme un voile blanc sur le crépuscule.

Le gel – rossignols sur le front.
Des étoiles avec du sang plein la bouche
frappent ces vitres de leurs becs.

Traduction : Nicole Pottier

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