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Tuesday, March 08, 2005 - ore 22:41
La lirica del martedě sera
(categoria: " Poesia ")
THE TREE WITHOUT A LOVE
It's winter fall again
Many times this tree has withered
O'er many a lonely night's cold wind
Which blew ice inside his very soul.
How long shall the roots
Support his will to spring again?
Each time it hurts just deeper
And many of the leaves forever leave.
It ought to urge a little bit more
This time too much he can't withstand
The life inside seems to be gone
Never to return again, nevermore.
The shiver of the biting Christmas breeze
Salutes again the tree without a love!
Has it a soul, it never has shown one
Maybe he's already dead inside!
Not so, not so, I think that he's got one
It's hidden from the cruelty of the world
It stands, awaiting for another sun
For another spring imbibed with the flames of Love.
...puf! Puf! Tres fatiguč ce soir...bonne nuit ŕ tout le monde!!!
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