March 31, 2011

Second Elegy. Getica.

A posthumous " Happy Birthday"   to Nichita Stanescu
(born on March 31st, 1933, Ploiesti, Romania)

One God was put in every hollow tree.
If a stone is divided, a God was brought and placed there.
It was enough to fell down a bridge to put quickly in place one God, or,  to occur a hole in the asphalt roads to stick in a God.
Oh, do not strike your hand or leg by mistake or intentionally.
Immediately will stick a God to the wound, as elsewhere, as everywhere, will situate a God there that we worship him, because He guards all that fall apart him.
Take care, the Warrior, don't lose your eye, because will bring a God and will set him in your eyelid and He will stay petrified there, and we will arouse our souls to glorify him...
And even you will bestir your soul in glorifying him as if He would be a newcomer.

 One god was put in every hollow tree

Elegia a doua. Getica.
versuri Nichita Stanescu

In fiecare scorbura era asezat un zeu.
Daca se crapa o piatra, repede era adus si pus acolo un zeu.
Era de ajuns sa se rupa un pod, ca sa se aşeze in locul gol un zeu, ori, pe sosele, s-apara in asfalt o groapa, ca sa se aseze in ea un zeu.
O, nu te taia la mana sau la picior, din greseala sau dinadins.
De indata vor pune in rana un zeu, ca peste tot, ca pretutindeni, vor aseza acolo un zeu ca sa ne-nchinam lui, pentru ca el  apara tot ceea ce se desparte de sine.
Ai grija, luptatorule, nu-ti pierde ochiul, pentru ca vor aduce si-ti vor aseza in orbita un zeu si el va sta acolo, impietrit, iar noi ne vom misca sufletele slavindu-l...
Si chiar si tu iti vei urni sufletul slavindu-l ca pe straini.

March 22, 2011

The Moon in Mihai Eminescu Poems

"Over treetops the moon's floating
Forest's leaves are beating smootly,
Echoing throughout alder branches
The horn sounded wistfully.    
Peste virfuri trece luna,
Codru-si bate frunza lin,
Dintre ramuri de arin
Melancolic cornul suna
fragment Mihai Eminescu "Over Treetops/ Peste Varfuri

Full Moon March 19th, 2011

The over-sized moon from March 19th, remembered me some fragments of Mihai Eminescu's poems. So I intend just to "moonlighting"  two appearances of the Queen of the Night in his poems, together with breathtaking panoramas, cliffs, water mirrors...  giving a sense of the infinite, love and melancholic moments...

The  moon is clearing a holy path to the heaven
Your big-eyes are looking through the seldom foliage, watching ahead
The stars glimmer over the serene vault of the heaven
The longing lie in your breast, the thoughts bulge out on your forehead.

Luna pe cer trece-asa sfinta si clara,
Ochii tai mari cauta-n frunza cea rara,
Stelele nasc umezi pe bolta senina,
Pieptul de dor, fruntea de ginduri ti-e plina.
"The Evening on the Hill / Sara pe Deal" Mihai Eminescu, Fragment.

March 15, 2011

Artur Gorovei, collector of riddles

Very little is known about Romanian folklore, perhaps not as rich as many other countries, but which features of picturesque myths and ethnography deeply characteristic of Romanian popular life and thought.

I had fun reading some encapsulated Romanian riddles like " The bee = has no horns, but still stings; has no feathers but it flies; It is smaller than an ox and bigger than a flea Albina = N-are coarne, si tot impunge; n-are pene si tot zboara; mai mica decat boul si mai mare decat purecele" Romanian Riddle, Artur Gorovei

On the eve of the celebration of 60 years since his death, I want to recall some of the  Arthur Gorovei's remarkably works about Romanian Art and Folklore, that have enriched his life (February 19th, 1864,-  March 19th, 1951).

Artur Gorovei (Arthur Gorovei) was Romanian writer, folklorist and ethnographer which liked to explore the metaphor between formal and functional, to play with intuitive concepts and to make parallels between Romanian folklore and rituals  or religious customs inherited from Roman and Thraco-Dacic ancestors.
He is renewed for publishing in 1898 the first collection of "Romanian's Riddles / Cimiliturile Romanilor"  (with 1960 types of riddles and hundreds of variations of them collected from Balcanic region) and also for his collection of Romanian ancestral incantations (Descantecele Romanilor).

He became "Doctor Honoris Causa"  of the University of Cernauti, and was the founder of "Sezatoarea" magazine in 1892, the first magazine of Romanian folklore. In recognition of his merits in the researching of ancient traditions, customs, rituals and Romanian folk-tales, he was elected in 1940 an honorary member of the Romanian Academy.

I know that the art-stream changes which banished the folklore is a phenomenon in the natural order of things, but is nice to understand  the characteristic values inherited from ancestors by reading his books:
"Liabilities and Rights/ Datorii si drepturi"
"Romanian Art/ L'art Roumain"
"Folklore Basics / Notiuni de folclor"
and ...
why not, because the Easter is so close...
Romanian Easter Eggs Canvas Print / Canvas Art - Artist Sophie De Roumanie if reading his  book "Easter Eggs/ Ouale de Pasti", to remember how were painted eggs (regular ones or wooden eggs) by rural artists using ancient techniques and traditional chromatic code.
I thank him sincerely for his dedication and perseverance to gather and carry out the spiritual rituals and ceremonies inherited from forefathers.

March 8, 2011

Iti Multumesc, Mama! Thank you, my Mother!

Snowbells as Mother's Day Gift, Ghiocei cadou de ziua mamei 8 Martie 2011

Iti Multumesc, Mama!
Iti multumesc pentru rabdarea cu care mi-ai picurat in ganduri farmec si magie
Sa-mi modelezi dorinta de frumos si nestiinta,
Si pentru noptile numai de noi stiute in care mi-ai alinat dureri si te-ai facut faclie
Sa-mi luminezi nesomnul, sa imi indrumi credinta.

Iti multumesc pentru povestile pe care mi le-ai depanat cu drag si daruire
Sa-mi stilizezi gandirea cu pilde de curaj si omenie,
Pentru zambetul tau cald si pentru ambientul fericit in care m-ai crescut cu grija si iubire
Sa ma incumet sa-mi urmez visele cu vitejie.

Iti multumesc mereu!
Si azi, ca-n fiecare an, iti dau in dar nu doar un ghiocel ci un intreg covor de flori,
Pe care il astern cu drag in calea ta drept multumire
Pentru atentia cu care m-ai crescut si pentru ale sufletului meu comori
Pe care mi le-ai dat ca mostenire.

Snowbells to my mom, Ghiocei pentru mama, 8 Martie 2011

I wrote this Romanian poem special to my mom, as Mother's Day gift and I hope it will be my mother's favorite present. I translate it in English because I want to  maintain the bilingual style of this blog.

Snowbells carpet to my mom, Covor de Ghiocei pentru Mama, 8 Martie 2011

Thank you, My Mother!
Thank you for your patience with which you've poured charm and magic into my soul's porch 
To fulfill my desire for beauty and my illiteracy
Thank you for the nights known only by us, when you calmed my pain and you've made yourself a torch
To brighten up my unsleeping, to guide my faith's journey.

Thank you for your stories you've told me dozens of times with love and devotion
Shaping my thinking with examples of kindness and acts of bravery
Thank you for your warm smile and for the heavenly realm in which you raised me up with affection
Giving me the courage to follow my dreams bravely.

Thank you always!
And today, like every year, I give you as gift not just a snowdrop. A full carpet of flowers in bloom
That you deserved it, is blanketed your way, by my paid homage
To your tender heart with which I've grown and for the treasures of my heirloom
That you have given me as precious heritage.

Thank you, my mother! Iti multumesc, Mama! - Ghiocei / Snowbells - 8th March 2011