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Сказ №1654206

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al_ex_an_der al_ex_an_der 29 чэрвеня 2012 г. 29 чэрвеня 2012 г. у 22:06:05 UTC flag Report link Permalink

'In Castiglioncello' ein Gedicht von Maurizio Caprile

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This sentence was initially added as a translation of sentence #1654201Mi forlasas la malhelan urbon kaj ekgrimpas sor tra verdaĵoj, laciĝo tenajlas mian koron, kaj ŝvito gutas lante kaj min blindigas, la pado estas malagrabla kaj rokeca kiel mia animo, la arboj kaj la brizo min helpas kaj spronas. Mi preskaŭ atingis la montopinton; sube la maro glimas ore. Ĉirkaŭ mi la suno festas..

Ich verlasse die düstere Stadt und beginne durch's Grün aufwärts zu steigen, Ermattung nimmt mein Herz in die Zange, langsam tropft der Schweiß und macht mich blind, der Pfad ist schroff und felsig wie meine Seele, die Bäume und die Brise sind hilfreich und spornen mich an. Fast habe ich den Gipfel erreicht; drunten glimmert golden das Meer. Ringsum gibt die Sonne ein Fest.

added by al_ex_an_der, 29 чэрвеня 2012 г.