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Leftovers-with eng translation

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dokuneko

Published: Jul 25, 2010

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Literature Text

Υπνοβατώντας σε δρόμους ανώφελους
το κορίτσι, με την βροχή στα μάτια,
πάνω σε τοίχους, με τα δάχτυλα
ζωγραφίζει την θλίψη

Ξάφνου στον μονόχρωμο καμβά της
κόκκινα λουλούδια ανθίζουν
Η σκέψη εκρύγνηται σε χρώματα
και με χάρτινα φτερά, πετάει

Κάτω από ήλιους τρέλας

Η πεταλούδα άρπαξε φωτιά
και μόνο η στάχτη έμεινε,
θλιβερό απομεινάρι

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english translation:

Sleepwalking in useless streets
the girl, with rain in her eyes,
on walls, with her fingers,
she paints sorrow

Suddenly on her monochrome canvas
red flowers bloom
Thought erupts into colours
soaring with paper wings

Under suns of madness

The butterfly's caught on fire
and only ashes are left
pitiful remains

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My second attempt to write in greek ^^
I tried to use more simple words this time so the translation turned out rather..well, simple, for my style.

Damn, I find it hard to write poetry in greek (Ohh the irony!). It's a less "forgiving" language than english, as a friend once told me