| 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 prima data de parc-am fi fost frati iar cand ne-am luat de mana, atingerea ta m-a umplut de o absurda fericire. Ia-ma de mana, mi-ai spus in spital. Aveai maini mari, puternice, maini tandre ca ale unui tata mediteranean mangaind capul copilului. Ia-ma de mana, mi-ai spus. Simt ca N-am sa mor cat timp esti aici. M-ai tinut de mana la primul nostru zbor cu avionul si la opera, sau urmarind un video pe care ti-l doreai impartasit cu mine. Ia-ma de mana, mi-ai spus. O sa adorm Si nici n-o sa stiu ca tu nu esti acolo.Daniela Bojica |
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...