Ενα ποιηματάκι δώρο για τα "παιδιά"

THE SONG OF THE COCKROACH

Lady, oh Lady One-do i have a choice

Now the wind of forgetting

Blows me away into oblivion?

Can i speak, can i sing a song of beauty

In this theater anf hope to be heard?

The worm of decay crawls over the face

Which only yesterday was fresh in the light,

Smiling. letting go the traces of night-

And death shall have no dominion,

I shouted.But the hand digging for the word

Of creation found a wound of bloody entrails

And plucked darkness twisted into a turd

As big as the sky sparkling with maggots.

Please deliver me, Lady, of prattle and cand

As I bury one hundred years of war and want.

And wrapped in my red flag of glory and culture

I shall bend a knee to the one-eyed Vulture.

Breyten Breytenbach

*μάλλον δεν ξέρουν να ψάχνουν καλά τα "παιδιά"

αλλά δεν πειράζει.. το ποιηματάκι κέρασμα ,σε αυτά και το αφεντικό τους,

για τα καλά τους λόγια...

Ελπίζω μόνο να ξέρουν αγγλικά...

γιατί από έρευνα στο internet...δεν....