Monday, November 9, 2009

End of the line.

About fate, end of life, being blind to reality. Parcae(roman) - goddess of fate, one of the three of them, ripping the thread of human life.
This is translation of the poem, I wrote as a teen:

And by girl to run at the park,
Rolling the hoop between white statues, 
To yet not know sullen Parcae,  
Not to perceive itself with cursed.

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