Absence
de Théophile Gautier(2006)
1 min lectură
Mediu
Return, return, my beloved!
Like a flower, far from the sun,
he flower of my life is closed,
Far from your rose-colored smile.
Between our hearts, what distance,
What space between our kisses
O bitter fate! O cruel absence!
O unrequited desire!
Return, return, etc.
Between here and there, so much countryside,
So many towns and villages,
So many valleys and mountains,
Enough to tire the horses\' feet!
Return, return, my beloved!
Like a flower, far from the sun,
The flower of my life is closed,
Far from your rose-colored smile.