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Vesna Parun In tribute to the day of his death (25/10/2010)

Vesna Parun (1922-2010)

Per tutto ha colpa la nostra infanzia

Siamo cresciuti soli come piante
ed ora siamo esploratori
of villages deserted by the imagination
ignoring the obedience of evil.


We grew up in the streets and we grew our fear
hoof wild that they would have crushed
and walls of the fields that would divide
our youth.

None of us has both arms.
Two eyes free. Neither a heart
where a cry can not find shelter. In

we entered a world of discord, hurt

our foreheads with the roar of his murderous
truth and the din of the late star.

We get old. And fairy tales come to us
like sheep following a light in the distance. And like us
are our songs: *
serious and sad.


Vesna Parun, Za sve on Kriva djetinjstva Naša (Click on the headline to see the Croatian poetry in the original language)

Translated by Jacqueline Spaccini
Nor dream nor swan , Spring edition, 1999


===================== In the book I had translated * * weighted

Creamy Milky Lotiony Cervical Mucus

The title is censored (poetry)

Giovanni Bellini, Madonna adoring with sleeping baby (detail), 1455
ca. New York, Metropolitan Museum

The title is censored

We're talking about a future in which
us we did not
while our hearts are said another.
But do not listen, undeterred to
play our respective roles
before others. See
already distant
in September now so away, and painfully
next
move in the same city
lost each other.
We hope to enjoy the last days of getting drunk
glances and handshakes
hoping someone would save us
and fearing him.


We are not saying goodbye dicendocelo.
not wanting it.

Jacqueline Spaccini

Bathroom Color Schemes Silver And Red

The performance of my company Poete

The Company of Poets (which I am proud to belong) founded by Mia Lecomte with the show stepmother in Trieste:

The video was made available to me by Sarah Zuhra Lukanic whom I thank.