“I am rooted, but I flow.”
― Virginia Woolf
“When yellow lights struggle with blue shades in hairlike lines.”
― Thomas Hardy, Tess of the D’Urbervilles
“We talked for hours. He talked and I listened.
It was like wind and sunlight. It blew all the cobwebs away.”
― John Fowles
Să inspirăm mult verde
să respirăm prin roșu
prin verdele din iarbă
și frunze
ard petale
culoarea din obraji
din inimă
și sânge
***
Let’s breathe in lots of green
to breathe out lively red
by the lush green of grass
and leaves
petals that burn
the glow of rosy cheeks
the warm heart
and the blood
Dacă verdele-ar putea vorbi
ar povesti
despre galbenul de soare
din sufletul lui
dansând albastru infinit
despre portocaliul cald
ivindu-i-se printre fibre…
și despre cum este să pulsezi
roșu
***
If green could talk
it would tell us the story
of yellow stars
in its heart
dancing infinitely blue
of orange
seeping through its veins
of how it feels to throb
red
„Uneori mi se pare că nu ești femeie, ci lumina care cade pe flori.”
– Virginia Woolf, Valurile
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“I think sometimes I am not a woman, but the light that falls on this gate, on this ground. I am the seasons, I think sometimes, January, May, November; the mud, the mist, the dawn.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves
