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BiscuitelBib — The most lovely sight

Published: 2011-05-08 14:38:36 +0000 UTC; Views: 87; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 0
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Description "În oraşu-n care plouă de trei ori pe săptămână
Orăşenii, pe trotuare,
Merg ţinându-se de mână,
Şi-n oraşu-n care plouă de trei ori pe săptămână,
De sub vechile umbrele, ce suspină
Şi se-ndoaie,
Umede de-atâta ploaie,
Orăşenii pe trotuare
Par păpuşi automate, date jos din galantare.

În oraşu-n care plouă de trei ori pe săptămână
Nu răsună pe trotuare
Decât paşii celor care merg ţinându-se de mână,
Numărând
În gând
Cadenţa picăturilor de ploaie,
Ce coboară din umbrele,
Din burlane
Şi din cer
Cu puterea unui ser
Dătător de viaţă lentă,
Monotană,
Inutilă
Şi absentă...

În oraşu-n care plouă de trei ori pe săptămână
Un bătrân şi o bătrână-
Două jucării stricate-
Merg ţinându-se de mână..."

Ion Minulescu- Acuarelă
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Comments: 7

KTangel [2011-05-08 19:08:01 +0000 UTC]

such a sweet picture

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KTangel [2011-05-08 19:08:01 +0000 UTC]

such a sweet picture

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BiscuitelBib In reply to KTangel [2011-05-09 12:33:53 +0000 UTC]

I think i should have translated that poetry into english? it is such a nice poetry.

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KTangel In reply to BiscuitelBib [2011-05-09 17:08:21 +0000 UTC]

that would be nice

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BiscuitelBib In reply to KTangel [2011-05-09 17:26:40 +0000 UTC]

no problem. i promise tomorrow i'll translate it.

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BiscuitelBib In reply to BiscuitelBib [2011-05-12 13:46:02 +0000 UTC]

I hope you'll understand. If you don't tell me. I'll explain you the poetry with my own words

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BiscuitelBib In reply to BiscuitelBib [2011-05-12 13:45:19 +0000 UTC]

In the city where it rains three times a week
The citizens, on the pavements,
Walk hand-to-hand,
And in the city where it rain three days a week,
From the old umbrellas, who sigh
And bend,
Filled with so much rain,
The citiznes on the pavements
Seem like automatic puppets, down data from shop's windows.

In the city where it rains three days a week
It doesn't ring on the pavements
Just the people's steps, people who walk hand-to-hand,
Counting
In their minds
The rythm of the rain drops,
Who fall from umbrellas,
From the pipes
And from the sky
With the power of a serum
Slow life giver,
Monotone,
Useless
And missing...

In the city where it rains three times a week
And old man and an old lady-
Two broken toys-
Are walking hand-to-hand.


Ion Minulescu- Watercolor

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