NINSOAREA DIN OCHII TĂI / THE SNOWFALL IN YOUR EYES
In ochii tăi a început ninsoareaŞi-n ochii mei apune-o rugăminte,Când iarna ia în braţe jurăminteEu voi fi cerul tău şi vindecarea.
Îţi las etern lumina din cuvinte,În zarea albă cântă neuitarea,Mai vin zăpezi cerşindu-ne iertareaŞi-aş vrea să devenim poeme sfinte.
Doar cerul printre...Read More »
The day I died / Ziua in care am murit
I was eighteen,
I woke up that morning
and I thought:
today is my last day on earth.
I went outside,
a November morning
dark and heavy
looked at me morosely.
Yet what I saw was
the fire of a daring sunrise
at the horizon.
The rain fell cold
yet I saw its...Read More »
Cos’è mai la Poesia…? / What is Poetry …?
Cos’è mai la Poesia
se non un’emozione
del cuore, scritta
con l’inchiostro
dell’anima,
nel intonso bianco cielo
d’un foglio?
Si sveglia nel
cuore della notte
e pulsa, e freme
impaziente al lume di candela
o ai primi cinguettio del mattino:
come uccellino ancora implume
dal nido vuol alzarsi
e in un canto alto levarsi in volo.
Nell’albe...Read More »
Dona, d’aquí a un temps
Dona, d’aquí a un temps,
després de tu i de mi
i de les flors marcides,
¿què en serà, d’aquest dormitori
on ens hem estimat?
¿I què en serà, del mirall,
del penja-robes, del balancí,
del retrat de nuvis que tira a magenta,
de les fines esberles
del guix, que han absorbit
el nostre alè, la...Read More »
The scent of a father
Since I was a toddler up to the age of 14, when I went to high school, my family called me MITSUKA, especcially my Dad.
I didn’t know why, where from the nick name, sometimes, while growing up, I thought that it may have been an influence...Read More »
Colour me gone
Colour me gone
I’m just a pawn
In life’s chess game
I’m just a non-
person, a yawn,
and all the same.
I take no heart,
I play no part
In this last act
I’m game for Art,
my counterpart,
and that’s a fact.
I know not why
I’m a far cry
from all that’s known
a harvest fly
of the wild rye.
colour me...Read More »
Happy Independence Day, Finland! SUOMI 100!
PYHÄ SYNNYINMAA
Sua muistamme ain, pyhä syntymämaa,
mikä lieneekin toimemme, työmme,
ylin onni Sa oot, minkä ihminen saa,
elon aurinko, tähtönen yömme;
Sun korpies kuisketta kuulimme lasna,
sitä unhota emme me harmajahasna,
Sun valtaasi tahdomme vahvistaa,
Sua lempien leipääsi syömme.
Oli kielesi kirkkaus jo vertaamaton,
kun soi sitä äiteimme huulet,
sen kauneus nyt karttunut, varttunut on,
tänä...Read More »
„Caldura” finlandeza
„Bucura-te de lucrurile marunte. Într-o buna zi s-ar putea sa privesti înapoi si sa descoperi ca erau cele mai importante lucruri.” Robert Brault 16 iulie 2017, Kotka, Finlanda.
Mottoul ales pentru corespondenta de astazi este definitoriu pentru modul în care locuitorii din Kotka si foarte multi turisti care s-au implicat...Read More »
Independence Day!
The land of forever snow is only mine. It is not like any other country. My Finland is blue and white. My Finland means the deep woods where live the fairies, the legends. It is the place where the heaven and the earth meet. My Finland is the incomparable...Read More »
I am tired.
Damn damn damn. I would not have you find me so led by others, but perhaps you are right.
I realize how I am so unrefined and stupid. I get down because I do fight the blues. I do suffer from what I accuse other of suffering...Read More »
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