Marta BĂRBULESCU

On the shelves of a profligate Century…

The judgement was held and I was found
Not guilty!
I was dressed with the light
of patience and the piety of listening.

– You are like a white dove!
the Quack told me –
and under your wings
Love – Joy – Immortality shine!

Among the mountain stones
the Quack lived,
and the Archangel Gabriel
announced him the second birth…

I was looking through the heart window:
on angels wings they took him beyond
the City walls…
Then, I heard Akademos, voice
raising like a pitch roll
over the complaints of the virgins
made sacrifice to him:

– To me, come undressed
of shame,
just as – your mother gave you birth,
to serve my lusts,
to the snakes of blood;
and, each of you will receive
her part of addition,
in order to enter the “Saint City!”

On bundles, naked,
the virgins lied down on the shelves
of the profligate Century…
They were dancing naked in front of him,
as their mother gave them birth
and each of them received her debauchery part.

It was the beginning of an Era
like the eye flown out of an unknown
disease.

The virgins lied down on the shelves
of the Century rised of
Akademos’ Iusts…

– You are like a white dove,
the Quack told me –
and under your wings
Harmony – Dream and Unfulfilment bring forth!

In the stone the Quack made his shelter
and there he lived until
the Archangel Gabriel announced
him the second Birth.

Through my heart window
I saw how a lot of angels
were carrying the Quack’s body
over the City wall
where disgust was getting on
with damage…

–You are like a white dove,
the Quack told me–
flown away of the dovecot
and on your wings
the Sky is gliding…

Then I heard Akademos’ howl
raising like a pitch roll
over the complaints of the virgins
made sacrifice to him.

– To me, come undressed
just as your mother Life gave you birth,
to serve my lusts,
to the demons of the blood
and each of you will receive the part
she misses,
free of death.

Dressed in bundles,
naked, the virgins
lied down on the shelves
of the profligate centuries
and they were dancing after Akademos’
profligate lusts.

It was the beginning of an Era –
like the pus drained of an unknown
disease,
sliding from life to death…

– You are like a white dove!
the Quack told me –
and Love
blossoms on your flight!

– To me, come undressed,
Akademos was shouting,
to serve my lusts,
to the snakes of blood,
to the devils…

I was looking through my frightened
heart window,
how, among the bundles, naked,
the women tended to death
on the shelves of the profligate
centuries.

– You are like a white dove! –
the Quack told me
and – at your wings shadow
the Creator is resting.
You were dressed with the light of patience
and the piety of listening.

Then, I looked once again
through the heart window
and I saw a lot of angels
who were carrying the Quack’s soul,
as a wing wave,
beyond the City walls.

– To me, come undressed
just as the profligacy mother
gave you all birth! Serve my lusts
of the blood,
to the demons of the flesh!
You all, all of you, are
the death slaves
born from death…

– You are like a white dove,
the Quack told me.
At your wings shadow
the Creator is resting!
– Ave, Maria! Ave Maria!

You, Holy Virgin!
Open your arms,
forever adored,
and receive me in immortality,
in the Cathedral with the doors
of the Holly Ghost
raised!

Traducere în engleză de George CARDAS