scara

Mi-a placut foarte mult „scara”. Atat de mult incat i-am trimis-o mamei, sefei mele si altor cativa oameni dragi care stiu ca pleaca dimineata, in graba, cu mana goala. Unora le-am si tradus versurile fiindca altfel nu ar intelege. Din intamplare sau nu, le-am facut sa rimeze. Mai jos, scara ta, versiunea cu treptele vopsite si putin indoite.

Imagine this: every morning, while on your way,
You carry a ladder under your arm.
Free to use as you see fit
No strain, no harm.
Put it under someone’s balcony perhaps; where it’s well lit.
Climb up into their hearts. Find a chair.
Eventually sit.
Or use it to lift up your stare
To the edge of the trees, their leaves, the skies –
You may wish not to use it at all, perhaps.
That could also be wise.
Or may wish to climb down
Down into your own depths.

I told you – you may do as you please.

But don’t forget: your mornings, as you leave –
Never leave with an empty hand. Always carry a ladder.
Never use your knees.