To a little squirrel- A un piccolo scoiattolo

(IT) Con amore, forthemo.

(EN)

YOUR EYES

Your eyes your eyes your eyes
you come to the hospital or in prison
in your eyes always bring the sun.

Your eyes your eyes your eyes
this end of May, from parts of Antalya,
I’m so, the ears, in the early morning;

your eyes your eyes your eyes
many times they’ve cried in front of me
son were all naked, your eyes,
bare and vast as the eyes of a child
but not one day have lost their sun;

your eyes your eyes your eyes
that languishes for a while, your eyes
joyful, immensely intelligent, perfect:
then I’ll make the world resound
of my love.

Your eyes your eyes your eyes
So are in Autumn the chestnut of Bursa
the leaves after the rain
and in every season and every hour, Istanbul.

Your eyes your eyes your eyes
the day will come, my rose, the day will come
that men look at each other
fraternally
with your eyes, my love,
will look with your eyes.

by Nâzım Hikmet Ran

http://acucca.blog.com/2011/03/14/your-eyes-nazim-hikmet/

With love, forthemo.

 

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