BILLY COLLINS, ANCORA SULL'INVERNO...

WINTER
by Billy Collins

A little heat in the iron radiator,
the dog breathing at the foot of the bed,

and the windows shut tight,
encrusted with hexagons of frost.

I can barely hear the geese
complaining in the vast sky,

flying over the living and the dead,
schools and prisons, and the whitened fields.





Piccola poesia che tutto racchiude in sé...


Il termosifone di ghisa ben caldo,
il respiro del cane ai piedi del letto,

e la finestra ben chiusa,
tempestata da cristalli di ghiaccio.

Riesco appena a sentire nella vastità
del cielo  le oche cantare,

volano sui vivi e sui morti,
su scuole e prigioni, e sui campi imbiancati.


                                                                                          Traduzione : Alessandro Panciroli

JE SUIS PEPPA PIG

Peppa Pig offende l'Islam": Londra censura la maialina

Painted from memory.

They will all be painted from memory.

Painted from memory
(Songwriters: Bacharach/Costello)

Such a picture of loveliness
Didn't you notice the resemblance?
Doesn't it look like she could speak?

Those eyes I tried to capture
They are lost to me now forever
They smile for someone else

Funny how looks can be deceiving
But she's not easily
Painted from memory

You'd think that I would know by now
Those eyes I tried to capture
They are lost to me now forever
They smile for someone else

And so this had to be
Painted from memory

She is gone and I must accept it
She is lost to me now
But I can't look away just yet though
She smiles for someone else

And so this had to be
Painted from memory
Funny, now I can see
How looks can be deceiving

And so this had to be
Painted from memory
Funny how looks can be deceiving