My churchMy church is the sky It is the wind that blows Between me and HIM Without walls Without towers Without roof My heart as a bell That exhausts beating With love. My church is the sky: With stings of the mind Ripping the clouds I rise I elude the cloths The people The dust Of anything that creeps on the ground. my church… is the sky since the son of Man is caught and crucified on earth
poem written by Matilda Caragiu-Marioțeanu, published in her book : Néuri. Zăpezi. Neiges 13 Poemi. Poeme. Poèmes at Editura Logos, 2002. You can find the book online with the Aromanian, Romanian and French versions of the poem here.
Testament for my daughterMy daughter, my adored You, who were not born neither in Gramoste Nor in Samarina Nor in Hrupisti Nor in Perivoli Who did not drink water carried with buckets From Dolta From Bucuvala’s fountain From Vergina’s little creek Who knows neither the meaning Of the Argos lamb Of the baking tin pie. crust baked Of the „bread juice” Made by Aromanian mother, Of sweet „bucuvala” Of „butter green cheese” Who did not kiss the hand of an old man Of a grandfather Of venerable mothers With golden hands You, who did not stay hidden, your betrothed to appear Who did not marry without knowing her husband Who doesn’t even know what the eye that whitens means Due to such a long waiting And due to such a love… My daughter, my gentle sheep My snowball Bead like eye Hazel tree body Turtle dove like voice Hold my, hold my hand.
© translation: Stela Gima