pentru o femeie care a murit azi (la sensul propriu)

the dead
(by billy collins)

the dead are always looking down on us, they say.
while we are putting on our shoes or eating a sandwich,
they are looking down through the glass bottom boats of heaven
as they row themselves slowly through eternity.

they watch the tops of our heads moving below on earth,
and when we lie down in a field or on a couch,
drugged perhaps by the hum of a long afternoon,
they think we are looking back at them,
which makes them lift their oars and fall silent
and wait, like parents, for us to close our eyes.

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&
filozofie de viaţă şi moarte (sau oraşul meu iubit)

“nu suport să mă calce fraierii-n picioare
nu lăsa capul jos pentru că doare şi mai tare
sper să rezist până la capăt, nu cedez
oricum, mai bine mor decât să-ngenunchez”