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Ngôn ngữ: Chưa xác định
Gửi bởi estrange ngày 31/03/2008 13:05
In Sunset's Glow
In the evening's glow,
your lips tightly closed,
you say, "There are only fifteen minutes left,"
meaning the sorrow has already begun.
"We might be apart for ten or a hundred years;
we must be thousands, ten-thousand miles apart."
But then you smile playfully
showing your real age.
You say, "I forgot to say even the one sentence."
I say, "Yes, you seem to have forgotten that one sentence."
We never got around to that sentence all evening;
but before we'd noticed, anyway, the sun set in silence.
Ngôn ngữ: Chưa xác định
Gửi bởi estrange ngày 31/03/2008 13:03
In the Twinkling of the Eyes
--During those wrong years I had this kind of "illusion"
I firmly believed
I watched the world with utmost concentration.
A rainbow
swam in the fountain,
searching among the passers-by silently.
I blinked my eyes
and it turned into the shape of a viper.
A clock
reposed on a church
marking the time steadily;
I blinked my eyes
and it became a bottomless well.
A red blossom
opened on the movie screen
inviting the excitements of Spring;
I blinked my eyes
and it turned to glistening blood.
Now to keep my beliefs solid
I keep my eyes wide open all the time.
Ngôn ngữ: Chưa xác định
Gửi bởi estrange ngày 31/03/2008 13:01
You turn in silence aside
your face to the night.
In the places where the night grows darkest
lamps crowd together.
They are always there together;
we will meet again, sooner or later.
Good-bye now
so that we see each other again.
Ngôn ngữ: Chưa xác định
Gửi bởi estrange ngày 31/03/2008 12:58
You,
you look at me one moment
and at clouds the next.
I feel
when you're looking at me, you're far away,
but when you're looking at the clouds, how could we be nearer!
Ngôn ngữ: Tiếng Anh
Gửi bởi estrange ngày 31/03/2008 12:56
The dark nights gave me my dark eyes;
I, however, use them to look for light.
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