1. OurJud

    OurJud Contributor Contributor

    May 21, 2009
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    Your Poem Through Google Translate

    Discussion in 'The Lounge' started by OurJud, Sep 28, 2018.

    Shameless theft - you know the drill.

    This is my latest, A fire Unseen, into Spanish and back again.

    Occasionally I seize the smell of a fire
    invisible, being burned in some place, and they remember me
    of the times dedicated with a bulging friend long ago
    in the industrial sunken park that was the stage to our wars,
    our deaths, our fears. To our ignorance and innocence.
    High hills in a side, a concrete bĂșnker to stoop
    in the corner. And forever the smell of an invisible fire,
    incineration in some place.
    Last edited: Sep 28, 2018

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