A last goodbye
A last goodbye
In nature which you loved so much
Summer is near
But in my head autumn storms.
Rain keeps dropping out of my eyes
Tears are falling from the sky
But the pain of the missing
Doesn't decrease because of them.
I wander in my thoughts
Collecting the beautiful coloured memories
That are spread over the paths of my memory
The special ones I put in a gold velvet box
That opens very easily
So I can see them over and over again.
In nature which you loved so much
Summer is near
But in my head autumn storms.
Rain keeps dropping out of my eyes
Tears are falling from the sky
But the pain of the missing
Doesn't decrease because of them.
I wander in my thoughts
Collecting the beautiful coloured memories
That are spread over the paths of my memory
The special ones I put in a gold velvet box
That opens very easily
So I can see them over and over again.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Albrecht Paul: | Maandag, januari 28, 2002 11:33 |
| Dit is van dat Hollands Engels dat van geen kanten loopt of klinkt. Je stopt er ook teveel in. Het derde couplet is een verhaal op zich, en ook daar vermeng je de beelden 'wegen gaan' en 'doosje vullen'. Denk eens aan deze opening: Nature, that you loved so much, has brought the summer near but in my head it's autumn. (but in my head an autumn storms) (but in my head blow autumn storms) Het tweede couplet bestaat uit sentimentele clichés. Bah. |
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| Auteur: nyonya | 
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| Gepubliceerd op: 28 januari 2002 | ||
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