Nu as fi mai putin grabita
Daca as avea cate sase la fiecare
Nu as iubi mai mult
Daca as avea doua
Nu as avea nevoie de ochelari
Daca as avea unul
Si nici de monoclu

l-as tine inchis
nu l-as imparti cu nimeni si nimic
nu l-as lasa sa vada pe altcineva
numai pe Gala in rama Cadaque
l-as hrani cu infuzii din ierburi rare
i-as construi o scena de teatru
cu o singura umbra
fara cortina, fara sufleur
doar un actor kabuki
pierdut in lumina laptoasa a mastii
l-as plimba prin muzeul viselor mele
dar nu si in sala cosmarurilor
cu ruine spalate si columne construite de
cuceritori deloc barbari
invinsi in batalii castigate
i-as broda toate lacrimile cu fir de sarut
cantat, incantat in vraji de nedezlegat
l-as deschide noaptea
in vremuri ploioase
si l-as lasa sa priveasca cerul norii
si miezul lor cat o clipire
apoi, l-as inchide iar
in globul ars de fulger
si as coase sub piele, intre sprancene
o picatura de diamant
sau quartz
care sa-i aminteasca de mine
in oglindiri fatete anotimpuri
acum si atunci
aici si acolo
asa si altfel

“In the name of bread, water, and wine, and all that the Holy One, blessed be He, hath created in His world; (I adjure you) whatever you be, whether film or spot or water, or white, or malady, or grit, or thorn, any sort of darkness, or worm, that you go forth or die, and depart out of the eye, or from these eyes; or as regards any other thing that can be blotted out, that it go forth out of these eyes, from the eye to the flesh, and from the flesh to the bone, and from the bone to the skin, and from the skin to the hair, and from the hair to the earth.” *

insa am doi
si am strabism
dar nu vad dublu
chiar daca-i tin deschisi








* A Specific for Pain in the Eyes / Sepher Maphteah Shelomoh