p.d.s. 40 – gata cu iarna
Februarie al lui Frederick Seidel, in ultimul weekend din iarna asta (calendaristica, fiindca daca ma uit afara…). Si daca tot vine primavara, saptamana viitoare cred c-ar fi cazul sa ne rock & roll-izam nitel cu Keith Richards si viata lui (a mai citit cineva, sa trancanim mai pe larg?). Si poate si cu alte muzici, mai vedem, ma mai gandesc. Si poate ne si irezistibilizam un pic, sper sa am timp.
(Paul Klee – Winter Picture)
The best way not to kill yourself
Is to ride a motorcycle very fast.
How to avoid suicide?
Get on and really ride.
Then comes Valentine’s Day.
It is February, but very mild.
But the MV Agusta is in storage for the winter.
The Ducati racer is deeply asleep and not dreaming.
Put the pills back in the vial.
Put the gun back in the drawer.
Ventilate the carbon monoxide.
Back away from the railing.
You can’t budge from the edge?
You can meet her in front of the museum.
it is closed today – every Monday.
If you are alive, happy Valentine’s Day!
All you brave failed suicides, it is a leap year:
Every day is an extra day
To jump. It is February 29th
Deep in the red heart of February 14th.
On the steps in front of the museum,
The wind was blowing hard.
Something was coming.
Winter had been warm and weird.
Hide not thy face from me.
For I have eaten ashes like bread,
And mingled my drink with weeping,
While my motorcycles slept.
She arrives out of breath,
Without a coat, blazing health,
But actually it is a high flu fever that gives her glory.
Life is death.
Si tot de iarna, sau de sfarsit de iarna, sau cum vreti (asta cu riscul de-a va plictisi, da ce sa fac, merge cu toata iarna de mai sus 🙂 ):