to move up and down
zamoca
Zamolxis, Dacians and Romania
Margo (2006) - ” Mecanismul pizdii ” (by Har Dro)
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Derby 2010 - Scurt Metraj Romanesc (Romanian Short Movie) - FULL MOVIE (by DjakaridjaKone)
Mircea has a 15-year-old daughter whose boyfriend is invited to dine with the family. He arrives early and they go to her bedroom. While watching TV, Mircea can hear his daughter moaning from her room. The dinner starts and Mircea finds out that the boyfriend supports a different football team.
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Rahela
..a bit cheesy, if you ask me..
Scurt-metraj, scenariul si regia, Olimpia Stavarache. Unversitatea Hyperion, sectia Regie-Film si TV. Film premiat de INSTITUTUL EUROPEAN de CULTURA pentru COMUNICARE, CUNOASTERE si EDUCATIE ROMANIAN FILM CLUBS ASSOCIATION prin IMAGINE in cadrul INTER HYPERION STUD ART & YOUNG INDEPENDENT FILM FESTIVAL, mentiune speciala.
(via yvonnestav)
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Chess by Marin Sorescu
(unknown translator)
I move a white day,
He moves a black day.
I advance with a dream,
He takes it to war.
He attacks my lungs,
I think for about a year in hospital.
I make a brilliant combination
And win a black day.
He moves a disaster
And threatens me with cancer
(Which moves for the moment in the shape of a cross)
But I put a book before him
He’s obliged to retreat.
I win a few more pieces,
But, look, half my life
Is taken.
-If I give you check, you lose your optimism,
He tells me.
-It doesn’t matter, I joke,
I’ll do the castling of feelings.
Behind me my wife, children,
The sun, the moon and other onlookers
Tremble for every move I make.
I light a cigarette
And continue the game.
and now, the original:
SAH de Marin Sorescu
Eu mut o zi alba,
El muta o zi neagra.
Eu inaintez un vis,
El mi-l ia la razboi.
El imi ataca plamanii,
Eu ma gandesc un an la spital,
Fac o combinatie stralucita
Si-i castig o zi neagra.
El muta o nenorocire
Si ma ameninta cu cancerul
(Care merge deocamdata in forma de cruce)
Dar eu ii pun in fata o carte
Si-l silesc sa se retraga.
Ii mai castig cateva piese,
Dar,uite,jumatate din viata mea
E scoasa pe margine.
- O sa-ti dau sah si-ti pierzi optimismul,
Imi spune el.
- Nu-i nimic, glumesc eu,
Fac rocada sentimentelor.
In spatele meu sotia, copiii,
Soarele, luna si ceilalti chibiti
Tremura pentru orice miscare a mea.
Eu imi aprind o tigara
Si continui partida.
MENU by Marin Sorescu
For breakfast a thin buttered slice
Of life.
With it we take water which rises incessantly
(Last night it covered three-quarters of the globe}
And boil it sterile of microbes.
For lunch we eat well and substantially
Three courses of earth:
Black earth, loess and clay.
We don’t usually have a cooked dinner.
We take
Either a star with a bit of honey
Or if it isn’t finished
Some happiness (which in fact we keep
For Sundays)
And whatever else is left over.
(Translated from the Romanian by Constantin Roman & Timothy J. L. Cribb)
(via genuinev08)
(Source: youtube.com)
Group by Marin Sorescu
Here’s the translation:
GROUP by Marin Sorescu
They’d been living together a long time
And where beginning to repeat each other:
He was her
And she was him,
She was her
And he was her as well,
She was, she wasn’t,
And he was them,
Or something like that.
Especially in the morning,
Until they’d sorted out
Who was who,
From where to where,
Why this was and not that,
A long time would pass,
Time would glide away as on water.
Occasionally they wanted to kiss each other
But realised, at some point,
That they were both her —
Easier just to repeat.
Then they’d start yawning with fear,
A yawn like soft wool,
Which could even be crocheted
This way:
One was yawning very carefully
The other was holding the ball.
..and the original..
GRUP de Marin Sorescu
Traiau de mult timp impreuna
Si cam incepusera sa se repete:
El era ea,
Si ea era el,
Ea era ea
Si el era tot ea,
Ea era, nu era,
Si el era ele,
Sau cam asa ceva.
Dimineata mai ales,
Pana se alegeau bine,
Care cine mai este,
De unde si pana unde,
De ce asa si nu altminterea,
Trecea o groaza de timp,
Trecea timpul ca pe apa.
Voiau uneori chiar sa se sarute,
Dar isi dadeau seama la un moment dat,
Ca amandoi sunt ea,
Mai usor de repetat.
Atunci incepeau de spaima sa caste,
Un cascat de lana moale,
Care se putea si croseta
In felul urmator:
Una casca foarte atent
Si cealalta tinea ghemul.
Romania perioada 1992-1996 (by alexander2007xyz)
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Amatorul
The quintessential Romanian “documentary”, the short stays in antithesis to the Western “Validation”. Too bad that the subtitles are so terrible..
În faţa celor doi poliţişti, care asistau pasiv, agresorul, care a susţinut că acţionează în calitate de revoluţionar care şi-a dat sângele pentru ţară, i-a spus jurnalistului Mircea Marian că este “vândut jidanilor”. ”Am chemat poliția, care ne-a legitimat, mi-a transmis că nu poate face nimic și îmi recomandă să mă duc la secția de poliție să depun plângere. Polițiștii nu s-au legitimat și, când i-am întrebat dacă sunt martori la amenințări, s-au strâmbat și au zis un “da” cu jumătate de gură. Sunt în stare de șoc și uluit de pasivitatea cu care polițiștii veniți la fața locului au tratat acest incident. Individul putea să vină după mine, să-mi dea în cap, pentru că poliția urma să plece ce ne-a legitimat”, ne-a declarat Mircea Marian, la scurt timp după producerea incidentului. (via Jurnalistul EVZ Mircea Marian a fost agresat pe stradă pentru că este “vândut jidanilor”. Autorul este audiat la Secţia 14 Poliţie - Bucureşti > EVZ.ro)
