Foreword
Wishing not to have
so much as a speck of shame
toward heaven until the day I die,
I suffered, even when the wind stirred the leaves.
With my heart singing to the stars,
I shall love all things that are dying.
And I must walk the road
that has been given to me.
Tonight, again, the stars are
brushed by the wind.
so much as a speck of shame
toward heaven until the day I die,
I suffered, even when the wind stirred the leaves.
With my heart singing to the stars,
I shall love all things that are dying.
And I must walk the road
that has been given to me.
Tonight, again, the stars are
brushed by the wind.
Translated
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v. Wiki, forse questi nomi non piacciono a fb, (se no cos'altro?) continua a censurarmi il post. Piccoli aggiustamenti del piacere, gli rispondo )
ph G. Guleauri, Georgisch-Deutsche Freunde (amici georgiani- germanici): Album Viaggio in Tuschetien (Georgia) 2017
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