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Saturday, April 30, 2005 - ore 10:44
Hoy es un muy buen dia...
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
...y yo queria desear buenos dias a todos!
Ultimamiente estoy muy perezoso en todo lo que hago, tambien en el hacerme ocurrir las ganas de escribir en mi blog. Y peṛ de vez en cuando yo lo debeo a mi numerosos lectores.
Et donc je suis ici, mais je n'ai rien à dire, au fait. Ma vie passe, comme l'eau dans un fleuve; j'ai moments de joie, et aussi de tristesse. J'ecris toujour, poesie seulement, dernierement.
So I thought I could at least make a useful writing exercise out of these empty lines. That is why I started out with Spanish, proceeded with French, and now I have passed on to English.
Poche righe per ogni lingua, non voglio annoiare troppo. E poi ora ho altro da fare. Spero di venir fuori con qualcosa di decente molto presto, nel frattempo continuate a seguirmi numerosi.
Ancora buona giornata a tutti!
"All This Time" (Sting)
I looked out across
The river today
I saw a city in the fog and an old church tower
Where the seagulls play
I saw the sad shire horses walking home
In the sodium light
I saw two priests on the ferry
October geese on a cold winter's night
And all this time, the river flowed
Endlessly to the sea
Two priests came round our house tonight
One young, one old, to offer prayers for the dying
To serve the final rite
One to learn, one to teach
Which way the cold wind blows
Fussing and flapping in priestly black
Like a murder of crows
And all this time, the river flowed
Endlessly to the sea
If I had my way I'd take a boat from the river
And I'd bury the old man,
I'd bury him at sea
Blessed are the poor, for they shall inherit the earth
Better to be a poor man than a fat man in the eye of a needle
And as these words were spoken I swear
I hear the old man laughing
'What good is a used up world and how could it be
Worth having'
And all this time the river flowed
Endlessly like a silent tear
And all this time the river flowed
Father, if Jesus exists,
Then how come he never lived here
The teachers told us, the Romans built this place
They built a wall and a temple, an edge of the empire
Garrison town,
They lived and they died, they prayed to their gods
But the stone gods did not make a sound
And their empire crumbled, 'til all that was left
Were the stones the workmen found
And all this time the river flowed
In the falling light of a northern sun
If I had my way I'd take a boat from the river
Men go crazy in congregations
They only get better
One by one (All this time)
One by one (All this time)
One by one by one (All this time)
One by one (All this time)
I looked out across (All this time)
The river today (All this time)
I saw a city in the fog
And an old church tower
Where the seagulls play (All this time)
...(fading)
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