duminică, 27 februarie 2011

Evolution de Aureliu Busuioc

niste versuri de Aureliu Busuioc traduse in engleza.

Evolution

Between a coffee and a cognac I taste,
with a thrill, both Kafka and Proust.

My parents, it's pertinent to remark,
of course always preffered Remarque.

My grandfather, simple as the grapevine,
sang the Miorita in his singular vein.

Poor soul, he didn't know of any poet:
my great-grandfather was illiterate.

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