as I leave my marks
on the sand grinded by invisible teeth
I am followed submissively
by the force lying there underneath
do you know what amazing stories
the sea has told me last night?
of sea horses and drifting wood
and of death holding me tight
dancing madly in a waltz
of rippled lace, dragged back and forth
it gently caresses my ankles
slapping me suddenly from south and from north
roaring like an angry monster
that wants to engulf the whole modern time
embracing my being
in a moment where it belongs to nobody, but is all mine.
100 Words, Memyselfandela/Adela Galasiu 2015
Photos, Adela Galasiu, Isle of Wight, UK
“Yes, It isn’t always wise to say
that the muses get silent among weapons..
My words are here and I hold them
as you would hold a spear.
Mother, forgive me, I couldn’t otherwise.
I know you’ve been quiet all life
and I should have , maybe, done the same
but out of our silence
a scream had to gush oneday
and here it is, filling up my mouth with hope and tears
and with a sunny sadness
that is mine, I’m not sure,
mine or my grave’s. But
this has almost
no more importance at all.”
Octavian Paler, Poems
“Da, nu e întotdeauna o înţelepciune să spui
că muzele tac între arme.
Cuvintele mele sunt aici şi le strâng
ca pe o lance.
Mamă, iartă-mă, nu puteam altfel.
Ştiu, tu ai tăcut toată viaţa
şi ar fi trebuit şi eu să fac, poate, la fel,
dar trebuia odată ca din tăcerea noastră
să ţâşnească un strigăt
şi, iată-l, îmi umple gura de speranţă şi lacrimi
şi de o tristeţe însorită
ce-mi aparţine, nu mai ştiu,
mie sau mormântului meu. Dar
aceasta aproape nu mai are
nicio importanţă. “
Octavian Paler, Poeme
Translation: Adela Galasiu
Mass of stone
as my night falls
dreams of memory, dreams of life
travel through my frozen mind
a solitude greater than life
as I lay down and
die for another night.
Phot: google, Ben Gossens
This post is written in the memory of my beloved father Ioan Galasiu who passed away 24 years ago. My mother was 36 at that time, she had the age I have now. I was 12 years old then, young enough to not realise what was happening, old enough to remember everything for the rest of my life.
If I could I would bring roses to my father, as he loved them so very much. But since I am so far away I bring him the roses of thought and I remember him with all my love.
Every year when Christmas is near I humbly remember what was then and I try to imagine what may have been if dad would have been still alive. Yet I think that God called him earlier because He loved him too much.
Till the day when we shall meet again rest in peace dad, I love you.
In loving memory of Ioan Galasiu, *25.06.1949 +22.12.1989
memyselfandela, 22 December 2013
il n’y a qu’un seul amour ~ هناك واحدة فقط الحب ~ there’s only one love ~ nu exista decat o singura dragoste
en regardent notre amour
notre âme rit et pleure
il n’y a qu’un seul amour
à la vie et à la mort
يضحك ويبكي روحنا
هناك واحدة فقط الحب
looking at our love
our soul laughs and cries
there’s only one love
for life and for death
privind iubirea noastra
sufletul nostru rade si plange
nu exista decat o singura dragoste
pe viata si pe moarte
~ Love of my life, my breath,
beat of my heart,
shelter of my soul,
light of my eyes,
voice of my solitude
my sorrow and joy
at the end of my life it is only you
you, my beginning and my end
my smile and my release.
of all anxieties of this life
you are my only conclusion. ~
~ Amour de ma vie, mon souffle,
battement de mon coeur,
abri de mon ame,
lumiere de mes yeux,
voix de ma grande solitude
ma tristesse et de ma joie
au fin de la vie c’est seulment toi
toi, mon commence et ma fin
mon sourire et ma liberation.
de toute cette vie d’inquietudes
c’est toi ma seule conclusion.~