I began to walk barefoot
along the dazzling knife edge
when, one by one, my feet
bloodily sliced their soles on it.
I was walking on the long knife blade before me,
slowly my right leg was sliced,
slowly my left leg was sliced.
( Nichita Stănescu, fragment from Knot 30,translation by Adam J. Sorkin and Olimpia Iacob )
First picture by Dana Paun from Color Stalker
Photography by Fabian Tatomirescu
The translation from Nichita Stănescu is mostly for my foreign readers with whom I want to share the experience of reading his poems
more to come with the entire outfit on Color Stalker