Dimineți surâzând vii sclipiri jucăușe,
dulci petale pictate…
printre galbene șoapte
Morning air… a smile, playful sparkling rays,
petals painted so sweet
yellow whispers… a tweet
Reclame
Arhivă | noiembrie 2016
Cute Quotograph… and the beauty of light
Toamna a pictat cu fâșii de lumină împletite cu bucăți de culoare, sclipire și cer…
Autumn painted with streaks of light blended with glints of color, shimmer and sky…
Softer than light, silkier than autumn wind…
Diafan de noiembrie…/ November delight
“Ô, Sunlight! The most precious gold to be found on Earth.”
― Roman Payne
“Listen to the trees talking in their sleep,’ she whispered, […]. ‘What nice dreams they must have!”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
Broderie delicată de aer și lumină…
Delicate embroidery of air and light…
Sfărșit de toamnă zâmbind printre frunze… fluturând adiere de cald.
End of autumn smiling in the leaves… fluttering breeze of much warmth.
“Color is the melody of light.”
― Joyce Wycoff
Liniște aurie,
cascadă de galben spulberând albastrul,
și ramuri de vis…
splendoare și șoapte
clipe ca dintr-un aproape aici…
strălucind de departe
Golden silence,
cascade of yellow exploding the blue,
and branches of dream…
splendor and sway
like seconds from a nearby here…
sparkling away
Octombrie în pași…/October rays, November days
“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.
It would be terrible if we just skipped from
September to November, wouldn’t it?”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
să-ți coloreze pașii două aprinse gâze
de zici că primăvara ți-a vânturat prin zi
e cel mai nostim lucru, cel mai cald
atunci când toamna-nșiră pași târzii…
iar toporașul rătăcit de vreme
zâmbește albastru printre verde crud,
petale mici șoptind adânci poeme
pe care numai norii le aud
căci fiecare rază coboară pe pământ
ca pentru fire, cântec, descântec și cuvânt
(fotografii – 17 octombrie)
my steps alight when seeing two red gems
making me feel like spring has just arrived
can be the sweetest thing, the warmest sense
when autumn steps just roam in autumn parks…
and smiling so blue against the green
sweet violet has bloomed, astray in time,
small petals seem to whisper so serene
deep verse imbued in scent and deeper rhyme
for every ray descending from the shine
is for the earth a song, a spell, a chime
(photos – October 17)
“The oldest emotion in the world may be that of being moved; but to describe it – just to name it – must have been like trying to catch something invisible.”
― Nicole Krauss, The History of Love
“I wanted to describe the world, because to live in an undescribed world was too lonely.”
― Nicole Krauss, The History of Love
Cute Quotograph… and everything
