Just erase "begone bot" from the url and so the math operation ^^
I put on it a small bot protection^^
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Happy 🎂day and congrats on the graduation, Simona!
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Español:
Volverán las oscuras golondrinas
en tu balcón sus nidos a colgar,
y otra vez con el ala a sus cristales
jugando llamarán.
Pero aquellas que el vuelo refrenaban
tu hermosura y mi dicha a contemplar,
aquellas que aprendieron nuestros nombres…
¡esas… no volverán!
Volverán las tupidas madreselvas
de tu jardín las tapias a escalar,
y otra vez a la tarde aún más hermosas
sus flores se abrirán.
Pero aquellas, cuajadas de rocío
cuyas gotas mirábamos temblar
y caer como lágrimas del día…
¡esas… no volverán!
Volverán del amor en tus oídos
las palabras ardientes a sonar;
tu corazón de su profundo sueño
tal vez despertará.
Pero mudo y absorto y de rodillas
como se adora a Dios ante su altar,
como yo te he querido…; desengáñate,
¡así… no te querrán!
(Gustavo Adolfo Becquer)
Google Translate converts the poem into prose, and since I am mobile (and with little patience) I leave it in Spanish.
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Thank you for sharing! ^^
I understand it a little but I'll look for a good translation myself!
Enjoy the cake.
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Happy cakeday!!
Can I recommend a TV series?
GOOD OMENS is an awesome show. Only 6 chapters, beautifully told, good message, feel good story.
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I'm not really an expert on poetry, but...
Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality..
We slowly drove – He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility –.
We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess – in the Ring –
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –
We passed the Setting Sun –
.
Or rather – He passed Us –
The Dews drew quivering and Chill –
For only Gossamer, my Gown –
My Tippet – only Tulle –
.
We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground –
The Roof was scarcely visible –
The Cornice – in the Ground –
.
Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity –
.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), "Because I could not stop for Death – (479)"
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I love this one, and I love her poetry.
Thanks for sharing ^^
Enjoy the cake!
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Happy cakeday! :3
Did somebody say "Train"?
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Hi there, people!
I've been around for nearly a whole year. I won a lot, I gifted what I could and I met some really amazing people.
Also, I managed to get to my MA graduation, finally!
So, here's a celebrative train that will end on my first cakeday here on SG ^^
You'll find also a quote or a poem, I always add something to my giveaways, just to spread a little bit of beauty around.
You know the drill, enjoy and feel free to bump with a poem or a book quote!
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