Silence wants to be heard,
As well as the cry.
© Yelling Rosa
2023-08-27
Hiljaisuus haluaa kuulua
siinä missä huutokin.
© Yelling Rosa
2023-08-27
Le silentio vole esser audite,
Assi como le crito.
© Yelling Rosa
2023-08-27
Il silenzio vuole essere ascoltato,
Così come il grido.
©
Yelling Rosa
2023-08-27
This old age is putting me
To sleep gently without pain.
The singing birds I loved
Will remain on the branches.
God cares about them.
© Yelling Rosa
2023-08-13
Ĉi tiu maljuneco milde
dormigas min sen doloro.
La kantantaj birdoj
kiujn mi amis
restos sur la branĉoj.
Dio zorgas pri ilin.
© Yelling Rosa
2023-08-13
I go to the forest and talk to the trees in the woods.
They answer me with the mouths of birds.
Birches and pines are worried,
For the spirit of the forest dwells in them.
They tell me,
When a tree falls, the soul shrinks,
Until it is too weak to survive.
I answer that I feel great shame,
Because when the spirit of the forest dies
Every living creature dies
Not only people.
I start to cry
A sparrow lands on my shoulder
And says:
I am singing as long as I breathe.
I answer that's what you do:
You comfort us faithless,
Though we don't know
Other tunes than our praise,
Which is other creatures' submission.
When I leave the animals,
They ask if I'm coming back.
I answer that I have not earned their love.
Don't worry because we are blessed.
We are God's joy, love, goodness, and light.
I thank them and think:
This course of events must happen.
When an evil apple ruins the world.
© Yelling Rosa
2023-08-01
