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Nichita Danilov
I was born when God had not yet been born and I died when God was already dead!
The twentieth century was nearing its end. Márquez had written One Hundred Years of Solitude, Nietzsche, Thus Spake Zarathustra. Man had left footprints on the moon, dead angels were plummeting down from heaven.
On the horizon a Third World War intruded upon my sight. Einstein had died and God was already dead!
The end of one world was approaching its end and there began the beginning of the one man no one believed in any longer. An ever bleaker wind blew through the streets, vultures wheeled in alarming circles in the sky. A deeper and deeper funeral knell heralded a new beginning.
Hallelujah!
translated by Adam J. Sorkin and Rodica Albu
A rainbow of bells: the evening washes its wounds in the River, the water flows red, the water flows red from I was to I shall be.
A rainbow of bells: the evening drips cool chimes slowly down your cheek, the water flows limpid, the water flows limpid from Yesterday to Today.
Ready yourself, soul, it’s late, oh, it’s late! The rainbow of bells, the rainbow of bells drinks our blood’s last pulse, all our peace from the River.
A rainbow of bells: the evening presses white soles to the window, the water flows clouded, the water flows clouded, from I am to I shall have been.
translated by Adam J. Sorkin and Cristina Cîrstea
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