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Rosa's day

the evening breath resting in my coat

the taste of a good rest resounding in my mouth

the fingertips that quiver in the cold

the meeting point between the warm hat and the wind

houses and people flowing away

rainy and cold late Winter days,

you shouting on me but I do not hear you

every second is such an important  treasure

and no time to waste I have in my heart,

no,

I'm not tired,

  I won't get up because I'm tired of giving up

 

but wait and see

about this No of mine they will speak for ages and more under this sky

they will be millions and consider that on that Winter evening

I was alone

I was alone

Rose between the thorns

that can't be hurt anymore

...................................      .................

il giorno di Rosa

 

il respiro della sera nel risvolto del cappotto

il sapore del riposo che risuona in bocca

la ***** delle dita che fremono al freddo

il punto d'incontro tra il caldo del cappello e il vento

case e persone che scorrono lontano

giorni di pioggia, sordo inverno

e tu che mi gridi addosso ma io no ti sento

ogni secondo è un tesoro immenso

e nel mio cuore non ** tempo da regalare al vento

no,

non sono stanca,

non mi alzo perchè sono stanca di arrendermi

 

e tu stai a vedere

di questo mio NO parleranno per ere e ancora

saranno milioni sotto questo cielo

 

e pensare che quella sera d'Inverno ero sola

ero sola

Rosa tra la spine

che non può farsi male

-----------------------

 

El dia de Rosa

 

el aliento de la noche envuelto en la solapa

el sabor del descanso que resuena en la boca

las yemas de los dedos que tiemblan al frío

el punto de encuentro entre el calor del sombrero y el viento.

casas y personas que fluyen lejos

días de frio y de lluvia al final del Invierno

y tu que gritas sobre mi pero no te escucho

cada segundo es un tesoro inmenso

y yo en mi corazón no tengo tiempo para regalar al viento

no,

no estoy cansada

  no me levanto porque estoy cansada de rendirme

 

pero espera y verás

de esto NO mio hablarán por edades y aún más

serán millones bajo este cielo

  y pensar esa noche de invierno

yo estaba sola

 

yo estaba sola

Rosa entre las espinas

que ya no se lastima

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Written by
marco-bo
48 / M / Italia
Published
Oct 24, 2018
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dedicated to Rosa Louise Parks

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