THE GREAT SIMULATION

-cosmopoetic fantasy by Andrei Dorian Gheorghe
(from Spaceman Sazartinus’ Diary),
composed in May 1987-

Photographs: Valentin Grigore
Design: Florin Stancu



1

Sometimes, the Universe encircles
particular spaces,
which get hot.
But a few sparks succeed
in jumping outside.

2

Between me and my target,
the seduction of my judgment
as a hope.

3

I entangled myself
in my principles
as in a lot of ropes
for my own scaffold.

4

A ring of infinity
encircled me.
Maybe it just saved me
from a possible collapse,
but I wanted to live
without such traps.

5

I was a prisoner
encircled by
a ring of infinity,
which was fixed by a sky,
which was ordained by the grace
of an ephemeral space.

6

I was just
a delusive sense.
My target hid
after a flight.
The seduction of my judgment,
with an inconstant attitude,
was quite the idea
of altitude.

7

The ring was even the flight
through which I had to pass
in order to keep in touch
with time’s tedious class.

8

The study of priorities
showed me
that only a nova could naughtily pierce
the ring of infinity.
Only a nova could defeat
the fence
just when the motion changed
the diligence.

9

I collected the degrees above average
(that space became warm enough),
and my thought was the focus
preparing the strange event.
Soon after, a globe
appeared around me
like the tear of a god
(hot, giant, glaring and free).

10

I took a short rest
in a nest
composed of particles
of reformed, reprogrammed, relaunched
and rehabilitated substances.

11

The moment of the explosion
risked being tantamount to the moment of uncertainty.
I had to obtain an advance
through at least an indifference.

12

I was pushed to expectations
on the axis of the spirit.
(The ring did not exhaust
its fraction of motion.)
Time regulated itself
from my lost seconds.

13

Suddenly, the explosion!
I caught a lucky spark
while the void absorbed the unexpected brightness
like a man sipping
the beauty of his fancy woman.

14

So I liberated myself,
leaving behind me a lot of fire races.
My revolution was in fact
just a change of places.

15

An artificial nova appeared
like a temporary glory.
Testing its savour,
the eternal Universe said:
“It’s not mine!”
like an adverse saver.




-ROMANIAN ORIGINAL VERSION-

MAREA SIMULARE
(din Jurnalul Astronautului Sazartinus)

1

Uneori, Universul incercuieste
anumite spatii.
Atunci acestea se incing
si cateva scantei reusesc sa sara
in afara.

2

Intre mine si tinta,
seductia ratiunii mele
ca o speranta.

3

Ma incurcam in principii
ca intr-un lot de funii
pentru propria mea
spanzuratoare.

4

Eram incercuit
de un colac de infinit.
Poate ca el chiar ma salva
de-o eventuala prabusire,
dar eu voiam ca viata mea
sa treaca peste amagire.

5

Eram prizonier,
eram incercuit
de un colac de infinit
la randul sau fixat de-un cer
ce era hirotonisit
de-un spatiu efemer.

6

Eu eram
un sens inselator.
Tinta mea se ascundea
dupa un zbor.
Seductia ratiunii mele,
cu o nestatornica atitudine,
era insasi ideea
de altitudine.

7

Colacul era chiar zborul,
prin el trebuia sa trec
spre a mai putea pipai fuiorul
timpului cel sec.

8

Studiul prioritatilor
mi-a relevat, fara greseala,
ca doar o nova poate
strapunge colacul, fara sfiala.
Numai o nova
ii poate insela vigilenta
cam pe la ora cand miscarea lui
isi schimba diligenta.

9

Culegeam gradele peste medie
(spatiul se incalzise suficient),
gandul meu era concentratorul
ce pregatea straniul eveniment.
In curand, un glob se forma
in jurul meu,
fierbinte, urias, orbitor,
ca lacrima unui zeu.

10

Ma odihneam pentru putina vreme
intr-un culcus alcatuit
din particulele unor materii
corectate, reprogramate, relansate
si reabilitate.

11

Momentul exploziei ar fi echivalat
cu momentul indoielii.
Trebuia sa-l devansez cu cel putin
o indiferenta.

12

Eram silit sa recurg la asteptari
pe axa spiritului.
(Colacul inca nu-si epuizase
fractiunea de miscare.)
Timpul se autoregla
din secundele mele pierdute.

13

Deodata, explozia!
Eu intr-o scanteie norocoasa
si vidul sorbind neprevazuta stralucire
ca un indragostit patimas
frumusetea iubitei.

14

Evadarea imi reusise.
Pretutindeni, jocuri de focuri.
Revolutia mea se infaptuise
ca un schimb de locuri.

15

O nova artificiala
se prezenta spatiului cu fala.
Vazand-o, vesnicul Univers
isi spunea
“Nu este a mea!”
intocmai ca un salvator advers.

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© 2009 SARM
(Romanian Society for Meteors and Astronomy)