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Frederico Garcia Lorca
Casida of the Rose

The rose
was not searching for the sunrise:
almost eternal in its branch,
it was searching for something else.

The rose
was not searching for darkness or science:
borderline of flesh and dream,
it was searching for something else.

The rose
was not searching for the rose.
Motionless in the sky
it was searching for something else.

varianta originala...

La rosa
no buscaba la aurora:
casi eterna en su ramo,
buscaba otra cosa.

La rosa,
no buscaba ni ciencia ni sombra:
confín de carne y sueño,
buscaba otra cosa.

La rosa,
no buscaba la rosa.
Inmóvil por el cielo
buscaba otra cosa.


Din pacate trandafirul nu se inscrie printre florile mele preferate…chair cand intreb pe cineva de buchete sau ce ofera spun” Sper sa nu inceapa cu… t!” .Sarmana floare …daca nu imi place... e banalizata precum ” buna ziua!”, cea mai comod de oferit , rapid( unii zic ca merg la sigur). Ar putea sa se numeasca Casida Tuberozei sau Casida Hortensiilor, Casida...ma rog , dar nu despre asta adica neaparat "t..." este vorba, ci despre cautarea(searching) acestuia...