A golden fish (poetic thought by George-B)

Un peste galbior  (gand poetic de George-B)

 Pe vederea-ngalbenita

Viata scursa pic cu pic

formeaz-o balta…

Un pestisor galbior, vorbeste nimic,

visand la cele zece noua opt sapte sase cinci patru trei doi  unu ….

nimic, si dela capat…

nu-i loc de amintiri in peste, nu-i loc de fantezie,

acum un an era zece noua opt sapte sase cinci patru trei doi unu una nimic,

si-apoi nimic din nou in zece, noua….

 

a golden fish (poetic thought by George-B)

On the yellowed postcard,

Life oozed drop by drop

collecting into a pond…

A golden fish, said nothing,

Dreaming of the last ten, nine eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one…

Nothing, and from the beginning…

There is no place for memories in a fish, no place for fantasy,

A year passed was ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one masculine, one feminine,

Then nothing and again ten, nine… 

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5 responses to “A golden fish (poetic thought by George-B)

  1. Prefer versiunea româna… 🙂 Daca aveti some spare time, Va invit sa ne vizitati aici:
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    Have a serene weekend, stay healthy and “cool”! 🙂

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  2. Not only fish keeps going those, perhaps 50,49, 48…

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  3. Thank you for the translation…poetry always calms the mind and gives the heart thought~♡.

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