(꙳) George Bacovia (1881-1957), poet format la școala simbolismului literar francez.
Dormeau adânc sicriele de plumb,
Si flori de plumb si funerar vestmint --
Stam singur în cavou... si era vint...
Si scirtiiau coroanele de plumb.
Dormea întors amorul meu de plumb
Pe flori de plumb, si-am inceput să-l strig --
Stam singur lângă mort... si era frig...
Si-i atirnau aripile de plumb.
Instead of the train conductor's whistle, the alarm clock...
We're trying every time, harder and harder, but we're still doing it. Why?
|source: Daily Express|
There is an American film, an older one but still actual ...A film of many shades of color, of thin layers of humor and lots of positivity.
Have a wonderful week!
I stood alone in the vault ... and there was wind ...
And the wreaths of lead creaked.
Upturned my lead beloved lay asleep
On the lead flower ... and I began to call -
I stood alone by the corpse ... and it was cold ...
And the wings of lead drooped.
(English version by Valeriu Raut)