Boala
Doctore, simt ceva mortal
Aici, in regiunea fiintei mele
Ma dor toate organele,
Ziua ma doare soarele
Iar noaptea luna si stelele.
Mi s-a pus un junghi in norul de pe cer
Pe care pana atunci nici nu-l observasem
Si ma trezesc in fiecare dimineata
Cu o senzatie de iarna.
Degeaba am
luat tot felul de medicamente
Am urat si am iubit, am invatat sa citesc
Si chiar am citit niste carti
Am vorbit cu oamenii si m-am gandit,
Am fost bun si-am fost frumos…
Toate acestea n-au avut nici un efect, doctore
Si-am cheltuit pe ele o groaza de ani.
Cred ca m-am imbolnavit de moarte
Intr-o zi
Cand m-am nascut.
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Disease
Doctor, I feel something deadly
Here, in the region of my being All my organs hurt, The sun hurts during the day And at night, the moon and stars. I have a twinge of pain in the cloud in the sky That I hadn’t noticed until then And I wake up every morning With a feeling of winter. In vain I took all kinds of drugs I hated and I loved, I learned to read And I even read some books I talked to people and I pondered, I was good and I was beautiful ... All this had no effect, doctor, And I spent on them many years. I think I caught this disease, death One day When I was born. |
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