| Hands We first recognised each other as if we were siblings, and when we held hands your touch made me stupidly happy. Hold my hand, you said in the hospital You had big hands, strong hands, gentle as those of a Mediterranean father caressing the head of a child. Hold my hand , you said. I feel I won’t die while you are here. You took my hand on our first aeroplane and in opera houses, or watching a video you wanted me to share. Hold my hand, you said. I’ll fall asleep and won’t even know you’re not there. | Maini Ne-am recunoscut de la inceput, ca si cum am fi fost frati, iar cand ne-am tinut de mana, atingerea ta mi-a dat un sentiment de zapaceala fericita. Tine-ma de mana, mi-ai spus la spital. Mainile tale erau mari, puternice si blande, ca ale unui tata de prin tarile mediteranene, mangaind un crestet de copil. Tine-ma de mana, mi-ai spus. Simt ca nu voi muri cat timp esti tu aici. M-ai tinut de mana cand am zburat prima oara cu avionul, cand am mers la opera sau cand te uitai la vreun film pe care voiai sa-l vad cu tine. Tine-ma de mana, mi-ai spus. O sa adorm si nici macar n-o sa-mi dau seama ca nu esti aici. Andreea Hadambu |
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...