ASTRAL CAMOUFLAGES
-cosmopoems by Andrei Dorian Gheorghe
(from Spaceman Sazartinus’ Diary),
composed before 1990-
Artwork (1997): Calin Niculae
Design: Florin Stancu
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Stars camouflage the Universe.
Maybe the galaxies are ships
and their lights are sails.
Unpredictable ocean,
spectacular vestment,
but whence does time come
as an unidirectional wind?
It cannot be true that every beginning
has an end.
The beings are certainly oars that try to flit -
limits polished by the infinite.
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Once I met
a beautiful, intelligent and sad space traveller.
“Why do you not stop on hot stars?”
I asked him.
“You would relax yourself.”
“This is not for me.” - he replied to me.
“Why do you not taste the planets’ roundness?”
I asked him.
“You would exhilarate yourself.”
“This is not for me.” - he replied to me.
“Then why do you not abandon your gnawing space roads?”
I asked him.
“You would repose yourself.”
“I must still find” - he said -
“what it is not for me.”
*
I visited a young planet
where civilizations just came into being,
and inhabitants ran after truths,
but used to stumble.
Nature was too powerful
for them,
with its thunders and quakes,
which provoked frightening ideas.
“Here is another place,”
said my thought without my nod
“where the sky is pregnant
with some possible god.”
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There was a solar system lived by athletes.
Fascinated, I watched amazing competitions:
the jump over satellites,
the throw of asteroids,
the fight with comets…
“What is the most beloved competition
in your solar system?”
they asked me.
“I can say that on my planet there is one,”
I answered,
“which you certainly do not know:
the digging of mini black holes
for maxi fireballs.”
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“What would you say if you,
a concrete notion,
would penetrate life’s logarithm,
an abstract notion?”
I asked unhappy Sederon,
an inhabitant of a quiet planet.
“I have just done it,”
he said to me,
“and my sky has lost rainbows and stars,
so now I am carrying my thoughts in bandages
colored
by their heavenly powder.”
*
Nobody knows
the planes of the other ones,
the intimate card indexes
of the Universe!
-ROMANIAN ORIGINAL VERSION-
CAMUFLAJE ASTRALE
(din Jurnalul Astronautului Sazartinus)
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Universul se camufleaza cu stele.
Poate ca galaxiile sunt corabii
iar luminile lor sunt vele.
Imprevizibil ocean,
spectaculos vestmant,
dar de unde provine timpul,
unidirectionalul vant?
Nu poate fi adevarat ca orice inceput
are si-un sfarsit.
Fiintele sunt desigur vasle,
limite coafate de infinit.
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Am intalnit candva un pieton spatial
frumos, inteligent si trist.
“De ce nu poposesti
pe stele fierbinti?” - l-am intrebat.
“Te-ai mai relaxa.”
“Nu mi-e dat.” - mi-a raspuns el.
“De ce nu te infrupti
din rotunjimile planetelor?” - l-am intrebat.
“Te-ai mai inveseli.”
“Nu mi-e dat.” - mi-a raspuns el.
“Atunci de ce nu-ti abandonezi
drumurile spatiale chinuitoare? - l-am intrebat.
“Te-ai mai odihni.”
“Trebuie inca sa aflu “ - mi-a raspuns el -
“ceea ce nu mi-e dat.”
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Aveam in fata o planeta tanara,
civilizatiile abia se-nfiripau,
iar locuitorii alergau dupa adevaruri,
dar mai mult se-mpiedicau.
Natura era prea dura
pentru ei,
ii bombarda cu tunete, cutremure
si suparate idei.
“Iata inca un loc,”
vorbi gandul meu,
“in care cerul
este gravid cu vreun posibil zeu.”
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Exista un sistem solar locuit de atleti.
Am asistat uimit la intreceri precum:
saritura peste sateliti,
aruncarea asteroizilor,
lupta cu cometele...
“Care este competitia cea mai indragita
in sistemul tau solar?” -
m-au intrebat ei.
“Pot sa va spun ca pe planeta mea este una” -
le-am raspuns -
“pe care voi nu o cunoasteti:
saparea de mini gauri negre
pentru maxi meteori.”
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“Ce-ai zice ca tu,
notiune concreta,
sa penetrezi logaritmul vietii,
notiune abstracta?” -
l-am intrebat pe nefericitul Sederon,
locuitor al unei planete linistite.
“Chiar asta am si facut,”
mi-a raspuns el,
“si cerul meu si-a pierdut curcubeele si stelele,
iar eu imi port acum gandurile in bandaje
colorate
de pulberea lor celesta.
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Nimeni nu stie
ce planuri au ceilalti,
ce fisiere intime
ale Universului!
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© 2009 SARM
(Romanian Society for Meteors and Astronomy)