Throughout the coldest days of the mighty winter
Think of a sweet spring and dream of a mild summer
During the harshest hours of the wintry night
Think of flowers and dream of a pleasant sunlight.

Season comes, remains a bit and then flees
Life goes through a circular event like the bees
Like the moonbeams dancing around Mother Earth
In order to enchant, embrace and kiss her to death.

In the midst of deep winter, think of a divine spring
And dream of bright and sultry summer days
Never feel hopeless and pessimistic about anything.

Better days and glorious nights are always ahead
Remain positive and resilient as long as your head
Is present. Think and dream of warmer solar rays.

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Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.

A new day
Comes every day
With a morning, a noon
An afternoon and an evening
It's day and it's night
Across the countryside.

The first day of the year
Is as special as the last
Man creates days of feast
To distinguish himself from the beast
That says that all days are the same
Like the wind that dances and sows.

There is a beginning
To smile and laugh
And an end of time
To cry and die
The animals are right
A new season does not matter.

A new year, a new day
A new week, a new month
A new night, a new noon
A new sun, a new moon.

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Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.

December is the coolest month
Or the coldest month in some countries
Bring the toys, bring the candies
Grab a jacket, grab a coat and wear pajamas
At night. Stay away from the labyrinth
Get a Christmas tree to decorate
December is the jolliest month of the year
This is the winter month to go from fête to fête
Ride, ride the carousels
Ring, ring the bells
Beat the drums and blow the trumpets, cheer
Cheer and sing Christmas Carols to celebrate
The birth of Jesus Christ
Let it snow, let it snow
Smile and paint a rainbow
Be happy, be enticed
Have a very merry Christmas
Peace on Earth! Peace alas!

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Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.

The year just started;
Yet, it is almost over.
Today is the second day of the year;
Yet, it is with anger,
Fear, impatience, and horror
That we want another year
To show up at our door.

Give ourselves a chance.
Before we dance,
Let's pray first,
And stop the frivolous lust.
Let's quench our thirst,
So we can enjoy the party,
And be more relaxed and happy.

What's wrong with human beings?
We refuse to take it slow. Things
Should not be happening like that.
Of course, we're going to be fat,
And ugly, if we're not being careful.
'Cause we gobble everything down in full
Force, like gluttons, like fools in the pool.

Take things easy, little by little,
Step by step, stop being frugal.
A year just ended;
Yet, it is with anger,
Fear, impatience, and horror
That we want another one to start;
Please chill out and have a heart.

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Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.

The end of the year is the dawn of a new one.
The sadness and the yesterdays are all gone.
We have in front of us: a new era, a new horizon;
We are hoping and dreaming of a better season.

The moon seems to be brighter at midnight.
The migrant birds are flying very low tonight.
They are chirping, screaming, moaning and singing;
The children are happy, jumping, running and playing.

We set new goals, short deadlines and crazy wishes.
We invite friends over to enjoy novel drinks and dishes,
And we listen to old songs, which never go out of style.

The globe will not stop turning and the wonderful sun
Will not cease shining. A new season always brings new fun.
We need to relax, be more realistic, laugh more and smile.

Hebert Logerie - Sunday, December 30, 2012
Hebert Logerie is the author of numerous poetry books.

C'è il sole
Tuona, piove
È autunno
Dal risveglio al sonno.
Le foglie sono secche e passive
E i fiori morti e inattivi
Più tardi, nevica
I vicini della locanda
Vedono passare il cervo
Tutto il santo giorno
E tutta la sera
Sentiamo che i nervi stanno cambiando
Per dare il benvenuto alla nuova stagione
Dove siamo lontani dal raccolto.

Puoi sentire da molto lontano
Il vento che ronza nel fieno
Le vibrazioni non sono monotone
Poiché i colibrì delle colline
Fanno sentire la loro spettacolare presenza
E i poeti con giardini immaginari
Descrivono tutto ciò che accade
Nella terra dove le masse
Restano insensibili e ignoranti
E dove i funzionari eletti corrotti si vantano.
C'è il sole
Tuona, piove
È autunno
Dal risveglio al sonno.

P.S. Traduzione di “The Ancient Canticles Of Autumn”.
Questa poesia è dedicata ai miei amici e fan italiani.

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Hébert Logerie è autore di numerosi libri di poesia.

Está soleado
Está lloviendo, está tronando
Es otoño
Desde despertar hasta dormir.
Las hojas son secas y pasivas
Y las flores muertas e inactivas
Más tarde, es nieve
Los vecinos de la posada
Ven el paso de los ciervos
Todo el día
Y durante toda la larga noche
Sentimos que los nervios cambian
Para dar la bienvenida a la nueva temporada
Donde estamos lejos de la cosecha.

Podemos escuchar desde muy lejos
El viento que zumba en el heno
Las vibraciones no son monótonas
Desde los colibríes de los cerros
Hacen sentir su espectacular presencia
Y los poetas con jardines imaginarios
Describen todo lo que está pasando
En la tierra donde la masa
Sigue siendo insensible e ignorante
Y donde los funcionarios electos corruptos se jactan.
Está soleado
Está lloviendo, está tronando
Es otoño
Desde despertar hasta dormir.

P.D. Traducción de 'The Ancient Canticles Of Autumn'.

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Hébert Logerie es autor de varios libros de poesía.

Il fait du soleil
Il pleut, il tonne
C’est l’automne
Du réveil au sommeil.
Les feuilles sont sèches et passives
Et les fleurs mortes et inactives
Plus ****, c’est la neige
Les voisins de l’auberge
Voient passer les cerfs
Toute la sainte journée
Et pendant toute la soirée
On sent changer les nerfs
Pour accueillir la nouvelle saison
Où l’on est **** de la moisson.

On peut entendre de très ****
Le vent qui fredonne dans les foins
Les vibrations ne sont pas monotones
Puisque les colibris des mornes
Font sentir leur présence spectaculaire
Et les poètes aux jardins imaginaires
Décrivent tout ce qui se passe
Dans la contrée où la masse
Demeure insensible et ignorante
Et où les élus corrompus se vantent.
Il fait du soleil
Il pleut, il tonne
C’est l’automne
Du réveil au sommeil.

P.S. Traduction de ‘ The Ancient Canticles Of Autumn’.

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Hébert Logerie est l'auteur de plusieurs livres de poésie.

It is sunny
It is raining, it is thundering
It is autumn
From waking up to sleeping.
The leaves are dry and passive
And the flowers are dead and inactive
Later, it is snowing
The neighbors of the inn
See the deer pass by
All the holy day long
And during the whole evening
We feel the change of the nerves
To welcome the new season
Where we are far from the harvest.

We can hear from very far away
The wind humming in the hay
The vibrations are not monotonous
Since the hummingbirds of the hills
Make their spectacular presence felt
And the poets in the imaginary gardens
Describe everything that happens
In the country where the mass
Remains insensitive, benighted and glaikit
And where the elected corruptors boast.
It is sunny
It is raining, it is thundering
It is autumn
From waking up to sleeping.

P.S. Translation Of ‘Les Cantiques Antiques De L’Automne’.

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Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.