Little Stones at My Window
Once in a while
joy throws little stones at my window
it wants to let me know that it's waiting for me
but today I'm calm
I'd almost say even-tempered
I'm going to keep anxiety locked up
and then lie flat on my back
which is an elegant and comfortable position
for receiving and believing news
who knows where I'll be next
or when my story will be taken into account
who knows what advice I still might come up with
and what easy way out I'll take not to follow it
don't worry, I won't gamble with an eviction
I won't tattoo remembering with forgetting
there are many things left to say and suppress
and many grapes left to fill our mouths
don't worry, I'm convinced
joy doesn't need to throw any more little stones
I'm coming
I'm coming.
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2 comentarii:
! Buna intrebare! Am si un posibil raspuns: nu se incadreaza in programele de marketing ale marilor edituri. Sa fie din cauza faptului ca e "de stanga"? Sau din cauza sirei spinarii prea drepte?
Poate ca acum, afland despre el macar din stirile despre trecerea lui in nefiinta, oamenii vor vrea sa afle mai mult despre poeziile lui Benedetti.
Anonim pentru ca nu am un cont Google. Altminteri, Ioana.
ioana, nu cred ca daca moare un poet, oamenii vor vrea sa-i stie poeziile.
pe de alta parte, tu crezi ca editurile au vreun plan de marketing?
treaba editorilor, nu stiu ce pierd.
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