between worlds

Translation and proofreading of Oana Nechita
Author : Dorina Neculce the poetry writer

a bitter bird cleft on my cheek I watch it placing as close as I can the corner of my eye as a convicted to death who would ask the right to one last reckless wish ……………………………… at the harsh end of the pain somebody always dies and someone very dirty is calling me asking me an  unjustified question        in That moment  I wake up just  to notice that I rose from a deep ray  phantasmagorial exploding through weaving  herbs  birds are crossing me getting into my veins are searching for a place resting their wings when on a shoulder when on the other one they swing me between the two worlds -transfigured calling- of a stellar griffin  the triple howling shakes the clay body of the woman recompose her from syllables and I don’t stop marveling and moving at random from one shore to another from one deck to……the other not becoming any better