WEDDING PARTY ON A PLANET OF CLOUDS
(from Spaceman Sazartinus’ Diary)
Cosmopoetic Fantasy by Andrei Dorian Gheorghe
(composed in July-August 1987)
Photographs: Dan Mitrut
(author of “Applied Meteorology”, Media Publishing House, Romania, 2004)
Design: Florin Stancu
1
Suddenly the void became air.
Cumulus or stratus,
the majestic local clouds allowed,
without lightnings and thunders,
my motion ahead.
Like a body thrilled by a cold thought,
space opened the pores
of an empire without ponderousness,
totalitarian air,
planet without planet.
2
A fascinating bride appeared supernaturally
from the fog, saying to me:
“Foreign man,
the clouds are companions and protectors for us.
They are food, drink
and beds for our dreams.
The clouds
and the God Imponderableness.”
3
“Who are you?”
the bride-groom appeared soon after.
“Oh,” I said,
“just a simple man
through a simple life,
infinitely smaller
than the infinite.”
4
“O.K., be our friend.
But how do you breathe?”
“I have in me a minuscule instrument
which creates specific air.”
“And how do you fly?”
“My mantle is an appliance
which carries me with the wanted speed.”
“What a pity,” concluded the bridegroom,
“this means you have weight.
In any case,
finally you will fall!”
5
“We invite you to participate at our wedding party,”
the bride smiled to me,
“you will be a special guest,
the representative of ponderous matter
at the holiday of two existences
without this burden.”
6
The party just began:
lightnings were light organs,
while thunders provided a rhythmic music;
cloudy delicacies came alone to the wedding suite
as educated satisfactions;
the bride-groom kissed so ardently his future wife
that a few stratocumulus around
melted immediately;
I felt myself at the top,
although I lived just
an excerpt of the Cosmos.
7
The planet was an air,
the wedding guests floatingly danced,
my soul collected
fluffy and tender remembrances.
The states of spirit were purified lights,
and the two heroes of the wedding
were so easy…
just like a sincerity.
8
“All my life I have studied the directions of the clouds,”
said to me the father of the bride,
an opportunist in altostratus,
“in order to ensure to my daughter
a clear cloudiness.”
9
“We must always leave the clouds alone.”
said the father of the bride-groom,
an idealist philosopher.
“ From my calculations,
only one thing seems obvious:
the winner is
he who does not hunt cirrostratus.”
10
“I have a fine daughter-in-law.”
said the mother of the bride-groom,
and then whispered to me:
“My husband is very appreciated:
his mind is higher
than any cirrus!”
11
“You don’t seem to be an usual witness
of great harmonies,” the godmother said to me,
“so: should I understand
you didn’t train yourself enough?”
“It is very possible,” I replied,
“proud lady!”
12
What a strange feeling to move rhythmically
with nothing strong under feet:
unknown sensations,
a little panic,
a slow slide into the others’ happiness,
a concrete dance on an abstract support.
13
“I can make you feel my force,”
said to me a young man,
“I am the strongest imponderable.
But dear! , you have weight,
dear! , your wings will always be
imprisoned!”
14
“I think that every being
has something good inside
and the destructive suggestions come from outside,”
said another young man,
“so I want to invent a new profession:
surgeon of lightning!”
15
“I do not like the clouds,”
said a beautiful girl,
“I feel much better among small vapours,
so I ask myself:
am I just a dissident?”
16
“I don’t think time cures all,”
said the brother of the bride-groom,
a repairman of nimbostratus,
“many targets of my profession
have been saved by me,
not by the flowing killer.”
17
I fully felt the absence of the holds,
but only a new mystery
could defeat
so floating certitudes.
18
The bride-groom, a pragmatic philosopher,
said to me:
“Revolted on our world’s superstitions,
more than any assault of clouds,
I have ceased to respect them.
Now I’m afraid I’ve lost my belief.”
“Oh no,
your bride is just a beginning to find yourself again!”
I replied, seeing him dazed by
a so hard thought.
19
Nearby, a polished lady sang:
“You, Universe,
You, Universe,
our Benefactor!
Thank You for You gave us
the positivity of the clouds
and the education of the fight!”
20
The planet was an air,
the wedding guests floatingly danced,
my soul collected
fluffy and tender remembrances.
And I wished the two wedding heroes
(easy like a sincerity)
happiness without thunders
and a house of clouds full of harmony.
ROMANIAN ORIGINAL VERSION
VERSIUNEA ROMANEASCA ORIGINALA:
NUNTA PE O PLANETA DE NORI
-fantezie cosmopoetica de Andrei Dorian Gheorghe
(din Jurnalul Astronautului Sazartinus)-
1
Deodata, vidul se facuse aer.
Cumulus sau stratus,
norii majestuosi ce populau zona
mi-au permis intrarea,
neimpuscandu-ma cu fulgere si tunete.
Ca un trup infiorat de o racoroasa gandire,
spatiul isi deschisese porii
unei imparatii fara ponderabilitate,
aer totalitar,
planeta fara planeta.
2
O mireasa fascinanta aparu suprafiresc din ceata,
explicandu-mi:
“Straine, pentru noi
norii sunt insotitori si protectori.
Ei ne sunt hrana, bautura
si pat pentru vise.
Norii
si Zeul Imponderabilitate.”
3
“Cine esti tu?” -
s-a ivit indata si mirele ei.
“Oh,” - i-am raspuns -
“doar un simplu trecator
printr-o simpla viata,
infinit mai mica
decat infinitul.”
4
“Oricum, fii prietenul nostru.
Dar cum respiri?”
“Duc in mine un aparat minuscul
care-mi creaza aer specific.”
“Si cum zbori?”
“Mantia mea este un dispozitiv
care ma poarta cu viteza dorita.”
“Pacat,” - a concluzionat mirele -,
“aceasta inseamna ca ai greutate.
Pana la urma
tot ai sa cazi!”
5
“Te invitam la nunta noastra.” -
mi-a zambit mireasa.
“Vei fi oaspete de seama,
reprezentantul materiei ponderale
la sarbatoarea a doua existente
lipsite de aceasta povara!”
6
Petrecerea incepuse:
fulgerele erau orgi de lumini,
iar tunetele furnizau o muzica ritmata;
bucate noroase veneau singure la meseni,
ca niste satisfactii educate;
mirele si-a sarutat mireasa cu atata foc,
incat prin apropiere s-au topit instantaneu
cativa stratocumulus;
mi se parea ca ma aflam undeva foarte sus,
desi ma desfasuram doar
intr-un fragment de Cosmos.
7
Planeta era un aer,
nuntasii in dansuri pluteau,
fugare amintiri pufoase
in mine, tandru, se-adunau.
Sclipeau starile de spirit,
lumini purificate,
minunati erau mirii,
usori ca o sinceritate.
8
“Toata viata am studiat mersul norilor.” -
mi-a spus tatal miresei,
oportunist in altostratus.
“Aceasta pentru a-i asigura fiicei mele
o innourare senina.”
9
“Norii trebuie sa fie lasati mereu in pace.” -
mi-a spus tatal mirelui,
filosof idealist.
“Din toate calculele mele,
doar o descoperire-mi pare clara:
cel mai castigat este
cel ce nu vaneaza cirrostratus.”
10
“Nu-i asa ca am o nora grozava?” -
m-a intrebat mama mirelui,
apoi mi-a soptit:
“Sotul meu este foarte apreciat:
mintea lui e mai inalta
decat oricare cirrus.”
11
“Pari cam nepriceput in a face fata
marilor armonii.” - m-a cercetat nasa.
“Sa-ti lipseasca oare
antrenamentul necesar?”
“Se prea poate,” - i-am raspuns -
mandra doamna!”
12
Ce sentiment straniu sa te misti ritmat
fara sa simti nimic sub picioare:
senzatii nestiute,
putina panica,
scufundare lenta in fericirea altora,
dans concret pe suport abstract.
13
“As putea sa te fac sa-mi simti forta.” -
mi-a spus un tanar nuntas.
“Sunt cel mai puternic imponderabil.
Dar vai, tu ai greutate,
vai, aripile tale vor fi intotdeauna
prizoniere!”
14
“Eu pornesc de la premiza
ca orice fiinta are ceva bun in ea,
iar sugestiile destructive ii vin numai din afara.” -
mi-a spus un alt nuntas.
“De aceea vreau sa inventez o meserie noua:
chirurg de fulgere!”
15
“Eu nu iubesc norii.” -
mi-a spus o domnisoara nuntasa.
“Ma simt cu mult mai bine intre vapori micuti.
Sa fiu eu oare
o disidenta?”
16
“Nu cred ca timpul vindeca toate.” -
mi-a spus fratele mirelui,
depanator de nimbostratus.
“Multe din tintele profesiunii mele
imi datoreaza doar mie salvarea,
iar nu ucigasului curgator.”
17
Simteam din plin lipsa punctelor de sprijin,
dar numai o noua taina
ar fi putut invinge certitudini
atat de plutitoare.
18
Mirele, filozof pragmatic,
mi-a spus la randul lui:
“ M-am revoltat pe superstitiile lumii noastre,
mai multe ca oricare asalt de nori,
si n-am mai respectat niciuna.
Sa insemne aceasta ca mi-am pierdut credinta?”
“Desigur nu,
mireasa ta va fi un inceput in a te regasi.” -
i-am raspuns, vazandu-l ametit de presiunea unui gand
atat de greu.
19
Alaturi, o distinsa nuntasa canta:
“Tu, Univers,
Tu, Univers,
Binefacatorul nostru!
Iti multumim ca ne-ai daruit
pozitivitatea norilor
si educatia zborului!”
20
Planeta era un aer,
nuntasii in dansuri pluteau,
fugare amintiri pufoase
in mine, tandru, se-adunau.
Si le-am urat mirilor,
ca o sinceritate de usori,
fericire fara tunete
si casa armonioasa de nori.
*
© 2009 SARM
(Romanian Society for Meteors and Astronomy)