A poetry comes to my mind. It is a simple one, a poetry for children actually, written by Grigore Vieru. I guess it could be translated to English, but its charm would be wasted, so I prefer to post the Romanian original text:
- Pui golaşi cum staţi în cuib voi
- Ne-nvelim cu ale mamei
- Dar când mama nu-i acasă
Şi ploiţa cerne?
- Ne-nvelim atunci cu frunza
- Dacă n-o să vină mama
Şi-o să cadă frunza?
- Cum nu o să vină mama?
Cum să cadă frunza?!
I'll go to the theater on Monday. One of my friends is a good actress, she got a part in this play, she invited me and I said I would go. I bought a ticket in the first lines.
I bought my Kindle DX today. It should be in my hands within four days. I am nuts - with accessories and taxes, the whole shebang will be way over 500 $. Cultural investment, huh. Or should I say intellectual?
This is the 400th published post of this blog. Promising more to come, and hopefully better.
Photo of the day : the mist.
Kindle your mind.