Traim intr-o rana
Fara sa stim
Al cui este trupul ranit,
Nici de ce,
Singura certitudine este durerea
Care ne inconjoara,
Durerea
Pe care prezenta noastra
O infecteaza
Cand incearca s-o vindece...
ANA BLANDIANA
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In a wound
We live in a wound
Not knowing
Whose is the wounded body,
Nor why.
The only certainty is the pain
That surrounds us,
The pain
That our presence
Infects it
While trying to heal it...
Translated by Maria Magdalena Biela
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