She passed in the half smile
of a lost summer season ..
Only leaving a pale glint
in the mirror of illusions ,
flight suspended on the
inconstancy of the lake ...
Dead waters memory ,
dressed in times of melancholy ,
evanescent dream ...
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Proto-celtic translation)
Bané liskos .
Si sperùat en semi-ridé
iyo'n kùesit samara mesé .
Oino leikùenté a gùelé gùaisos
oni derkos fantasmakoì ,
Fliextos andenutos
ana-stekkom iyo liskos ...
Mortu-dubba mnariya ,
ùasonaktos dubron timos ,
sùebnos marùos ...
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lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Beautiful words make for a dream like image in this painting of words. Well done my friend
Thank you ! I added a few lyrics !
Most welcome Lorenz
Lorenz, this carries the ache of vanished seasons, drowned memory, and unreachable beauty with remarkable elegance. The lake imagery, melancholy tone, and dreamlike pacing already create a mythic atmosphere, and the Proto-Celtic translation deepens that ancient ghostly feeling even further. Beautiful and evocative piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
This primal memory that we all carry within us...
Such classic impressionistic poetry, where it's not the plot that matters, but the emotional state - a fleeting moment captured in words. Very beautiful.
A fleeting moment like a gift of time ...
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