Publicat de: leonard oprea | 5 Septembrie 2010

leonard oprea:/an English-Romanian Breathing/ MADE IN THE USA – CORAZON ESPINADO


 

 

 

 

 

 

leonard oprea

/an English & Romanian Breathing/

 Motto:

What is this?!”

Man, what is wrong with you?! This is your heart!”

Somewhere in the North-East of the USA, on the Atlantic shore there is a little vacation village: “Ocean Point”. During the winter, or in the beginning of springtime, or in the ending of the fall “Ocean Point” is a lone place. Yet, even during these seasons “Ocean Point” is fulfilled by a strange, out of this world beauty.

But, in the full spring, in the summertime and in September, “Ocean Point” is the sublime synthesis of the whole world fairy-tales.

If you exclaim: “Oh, my God, it’s a dream! …” you say nothing by comparison with what you see, what you feel… And, everything, the vast green-blue ocean and its foamy waves, the huge yellow rocks, the faraway yachts and the lighthouse, the dwarf islands, the old pines and the gold-blood flowers, the white houses under a never-ending blue sky … oh, Lord, everything and all together… breathless you…

Ocean Point” has just one narrow street winding along the ocean shore for no more than two miles. Actually, this path goes to infinite… as infinite, and blessed is the beauty of the place.

Yes – what can we do? this is life – yes, “Ocean Point” is indeed a heavenly oasis where everything is possible only if you have a yearly income at least a quarter of million dollars.

Therefore, on this infinite and blessed path of “Ocean Point”- step or run slowly, or just walk their pure breed dogs, many kinds of chimpanzees, orangutans and gorillas, every one of them soured, so disgusted, having a long-blue face, deep wrinkles, being early aged by the daily life misery. Thus, I don’t know why, but it seems it was meant to be this way, because one Saturday, this summer, after the Mass, I started to go to “Ocean Point”. Certainly, just as a simple and very modest tourist.

And, when I saw how they look to me, all those rich monkeys so disgusted by the daily life misery, well, inspired by Heaven, I decided to play on the CD-player of my car, some special music…

And, every time – since that Saturday – I run slow, slowly my car on the narrow street of “Ocean Point”, I open at large all the its windows, I get the maximum volume of my speakers and I release out: “Corazon Espinado”, that brilliant lump-of-life born from sadness and joy, from pain and happiness, the Latino song of Carlos Santana.

The whole “Ocean Point” rebound into “Corazon Espinado”. The ocean exults, the rocks, the pines rejoice, as well… And, the chimpanzees, the orangutans and the gorillas soured, so disgusted by the misery of life, each and all of them become men and women, human kind. And, they start to smile… so beautiful. So good smiles. More, some of them show me their two thumbs as, “great! thanks, man!”

Oh, yes, “Corazon Espinado”:

Mi corazón aplastado
Dolido y abandonado
[Alt: Herido y abandonado]
A ver, a ver tú sabes dime mi amor
Cuánto amor?
Y qué dolor nos quedó?

(Coro:) Ah, ah, ah corazón espinado
Ah, ah, ah cómo me duele el amor”

And, every time when it happens like this, I feel myself crushed by myself.

Terrible crushed. So dreadfully that I have no tears. Alas! and finally I thank to all of them by smiling back as a good Samaritan. Just because my loneliness is calling now, but I hope not forever: “Corazon Espinado”.

***

“… algae on the shore,/

dead oysters – desolation:/

the waves are crying…”

 ***

MADE IN THE USA – CORAZON ESPINADO

(Dedicata lui Iubirea-nu-moare-niciodata)

 Motto:

“Ce-i asta?!

“Omule, ce e cu tine?! Asta e inima ta!”

 Undeva in Nord-Estul Americii, pe tarmul Atlanticului exista un mic sat de vacanta numit “Ocean Point”. Iarna, la inceput de primavara si sfirsit de toamna “Ocean Point” e pustiu. Dar si atunci o frumusete stranie, nepaminteana umple locul. In plina primvara, vara si la inceput de toamna insa, “Ocean Point” este sinteza sublima a basmelor lumii.

Exclamind, “Doamne, e de vis! …”, nu inseamna nimic fata de ceea ce vezi, fata de tot ce simti. Si, totul, nesfirsitul ocean verde-albastrui cu valurile sale inspumate, ingalbenite stincile uriase, pinii batrini, iahturile din zare si farul dintre pitice insule, insingeratele flori de aur, casele albe, azurul cit vezi cu ochii… Doamne, totul iti taie respiratia.

“Ocean Point” are o singura strada ingusta ce serpuieste de-a lungul tarmului, nu mai mult de vreo doua mile. Dar, in fapt e infinita… Precum infinita e frumusetea binecuvintata a locului…

Dar, ce sa-i faci? viata nu e o acadea si, da,“Ocean Point” este intr-adevar un petic de Rai unde totul este posibil doar incepind de la un venit anual de cel putin un sfert de milion de dolari. Iar astfel, pe acea fermecator serpuita straduta pasesc agale sau alearga, ori isi plimba ciinii, rase pure, tot felul de cimpanzei, urangutani sau gorile acrite, scirbite, cu fete lungi si cenusii, incretite adinc, devreme imbatrinite de mizeria vietii de zi cu zi.

Nu stiu cum, dar asa a fost sa fie, ca de la o vreme in aceasta vara, aproape in fiecare duminica, dupa liturghie, sa-mi fac drum prin “Ocean Point”. Desigur, doar asa, ca simplu si amarit turist.

Si, cind am vazut cum ma privesc toate maimutele alea bogate si sictirite de mizeria vietii de zi cu zi, inspirat de Cel de Sus, am hotarit sa pun in CD-player-ul masinii mele un CD cu anume muzica.

Asa ca, de fiecare data cind ma plimb cu masina pe fermecatoarea straduta din “Ocean Point”, cobor toate gemurile masinii, dau volumul la maxim si ascult: “Corazon Espinado” – bulgarele-de-viata, scinteietor intru triste si bucurie, intru durere si fericire, cintecul Latino nascut de Carlos Santana. Rasuna si renaste tot “Ocean Point”: se bucura nespus oceanul, stincile, pinii cinta de bucurie… Iar cimpanzeii, urangutanii si gorielele acrite, scirbite de mizeria vietii, devin femei si barbati, devin oameni. Si zimbesc asa de frumos. Cu bunatate. Chiar imi fac semn cu mina a multumire adinca. Oh, da, “Corazon Espinado”:

Mi corazón aplastado
Dolido y abandonado
[Alt: Herido y abandonado]
A ver, a ver tú sabes dime mi amor
Cuánto amor?
Y qué dolor nos quedó?
***
(Coro:)
Ah ah ah corazón espinado
Ah ah ah cómo me duele el amor”

Si, de fiecare data cind se intimpla astfel, eu ma simt strivit de mine insumi.

Ingrozitor. Atit de cumplit incit nici sa pling nu mai pot. Doamnee! …

Si, le multumesc zimbindu-le la rindul meu ca un bun samaritean… Caci, singuratea mea de acum, dar ma rog si sper intru stingerea ei, se numeste: “Corazon Espinado”.

*** 

“… tarmul cu alge,

scoici moarte – ce pustiu:

valurile pling…”

 ***

(from „Theophil Magus – Living in America” // Copyright © 2010 by Leonard Oprea. All rights reserved. Leonard Oprea created the Breathing, an original type of essay in Romanian and world literature.The Breathing is a short, simple yet profound meditation on human condition, a meditation ended by a haiku. But – this haiku does not finish the meditation. In fact, it re-opens this reflection to new questions and responses on human destiny. There are 100 Breathings in Leonard Oprea’s work „Theophil Magus – Confessions 2004 – 2006”, ed. „Universal Dalsi”, 2007, Romania)

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