| Email from Wellington (unsent) When I travel without you, I am no more than a gaudy kite on a long umbilical. My flights are tethered by this telephone line to your Parker Knoll, where you wait lonely and stoical. About the Festival: there were no penguins crossing the road on the North Island, no whales in Wellington harbour . The nearest land mass is Antarctica, and the wind blows straight from there to New Zealand. Katherine Mansfield lived here as a child. and I’ve bought gartered stockings in bright colours to honour her in the character of Gudrun. For you, I’ve bought a woollen dressing gown. You were always home to me. I long for home. | Un mail de la Wellington ( ne-expediat) Cand calatoresc cu tine nu sunt decat Un zmeu de hartie baltat legat de un ombilic imens Inecrcarile de zbor imi sunt tinute in frau de acest fir de telefon Spre Parker Knoll, unde astepti Singur si rabdator. Cat despre Festival: nu era niciun penguin Traversand strada catre Insula din Nord Nicio balena in Portul Wellington. Cel mai apropiat tarm e Antarctica, si Vantul bate dinspre ea spre Noua Zeelanda. Acolo a copilarit Katherine Mansfield Si in onoarea ei in rolul lui Gurdun. Am cumparat ciorapi cu jartiere in culori vii. Pentru tine am cumparat un halat de lana. Ai fost mereu acasa pentru mine. Mi-e dor de casa.Roxana Mindrican |
TRANSLATION CAFÉ 2008, Nr. 23/January 15, 2008, Anny Ballardini, Translations from: Anny Ballardini – Someone else by Gabriela Moldovan – Altcineva
Anny Ballardini - Someone elseI woke up this morningand they had stolen my carmy house my bed my eyesmy mind my family my fatemy job my friendsleft there on the scorching groundI went downtown and got a plastic hearta couple of colored marbles for my...