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Eminescu – Dorinţa (Desire)

You probably know what day it was yesterday. Yep, 15th of January and I forgot to do what I do every year, which is on the anniversary of the death of the Greatest Romanian Poet, I pick a poem and translate it for you.

Just so you remember, these are the last contenders from the previous years:
Somnoroase Pasarele
Iubind in Taina
Ce e amorul?
Te duci copilarie

This year, I picked one of the loveliest of loveliest, a love poem about an enamored youth meeting his beloved in the shadow of the lime tree (always found in his poetry, always in relation to love and lust). This meeting is so tender that the first thing he wants her to do is feel her against his chest, so he can peel her voil away (girls used to wear them to cover their heads) and he will sit her on his knees and just the two of them will be blessed by a shower of flowers falling down from the tree, almost like a rain.
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What we want and what we don’t get

We want what we take to just be the simple stupidity of all the other people we’re not like at all, we want to freeze happiness, to make nice things permanent.

You’re in Venice, on the Lagoon, with no responsibilities, the evening sun throwing gold flakes across the sea, the prospect of dinner in a little fish restaurant, and your beloved in a cashmere jumper on your arms. You want to make that feeling permanent. But that all goes and what is really permanent is the partner.

You want to stop thinking about love. It’s such a pain, the heartache, the dating, the one-night-stands. You want a shot of it all. You want to stop thinking about love all the time.

But it’s not your fault. No one really teaches us to do these things so, of course, we crash. We will eventually learn, as a species, the callous madness can’t go on, too many people get hurt.

In a few centuries, at least, we’ll be getting the hang of it, for sure.

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T’was the month after Christmas * January Poem

T’was the month after Christmas, and all through the house,
nothing would fit me, not even a blouse;
The cookies I’d nibbled, the eggnog I had to taste,
at the holiday parties had gone to my waist;

When I got on the scales there arose such a number!
When I walked to the store (less a walk than a lumber),
I’d remember the marvelous meals I’d prepared,
The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared;

The wine and the rum balls; the bread and the cheese,
and the way I’d never said, “No thank you, please.”
As I dressed myself in my husband’s old shirt,
and prepared once again to do battle with dirt,
I said to myself, as only I can,
“You can’t spend a winter disguised as a man!”

So, away with the last of the sour cream dip.
Get rid of the fruit cake, every cracker and chip.
Every last bit of food that I like must be banished,
’til all the additional ounces have vanished.

I won’t have a cookie–not even a lick.
I’ll want only to chew on a long celery stick.
I won’t have hot biscuits, or corn bread, or pie,
I’ll munch on a carrot and quietly cry.

I’m hungry, I’m lonesome, and life is a bore,
But isn’t that what January is for?
Unable to giggle, no longer a riot.
Happy New Year to all and to all a good diet!

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Donnie Darko’s best quotes

I went to see the 15 year remastered edition of Donnie Darko last night. If you have been living in a cave and have not heard of this movie, it’s about a troubled paranoid schizophrenic teenager named Donnie Darko and his last days in his life as he experiences visions of a giant bunny rabbit named Frank.

In the middle of the night, Frank leads Donnie outside onto a golf course and tells him the world will end in exactly 28 days, 6 hours, 42 minutes, and 12 seconds. While Donnie is outside, a jet engine from an airplane crashes into his bedroom. Continue reading

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