Si tu reguarda flores
omne dies,
tu mente remane
luminose.
© Yelling Rosa
17/5 –22
Bright Mind
If you look at flowers
Every day
Your mind
Remains bright.
© Yelling Rosa
17/5 -22
O min God ge mig fred
att glömma bort alla
illvilliga varelser
som lurar i världen
på änglarnas vingar,
så att jag vågar flyga
mitt i massorna.
© Yelling Rosa
28/4 –22
Oh my God, help me
To ignore the world
Of evil beings
That hunt the wings
Of angels,
So I dare to fly
Among the people.
© Yelling Rosa
28th April 2022
I have published the video below because Western policymakers are not thinking about the consequences of prolonging the war. Prediction is difficult, but wars come at a price. In this case, the Ukrainians will naturally suffer the most from the war.
Like dust in the wind
Is the life of humans,
But otherwise, we think
That is the origin of
The false theater.
© Yelling Rosa
16/3 –21
Como pulvere in le vento
es le vita de humanos,
sed qualcosa altere nos crede.
Il es le origines de un
theatro false.
© Yelling Rosa
16/3 –21
Mina naglar har växt.
De blir dödande,
om jag inte spelar gitarr
med mina fingrar.
© Yelling Rosa
15/3 –22
Tempus fugit,
sed capita nostra
in fruticem
abdunt.
© Yelling Rosa
5/3 -22
Time is running out
But we hide
Our heads into
The bushes.
© Yelling Rosa
5/3 –22
Here ’Tempus’ equals climate change.
Fugere = Flee, escape, hasten
Aika pakenee,
mutta me piilotamme
päämme pensaaseen.
© Yelling Rosa
5/3 -22
Tempus fugit
Aika pakenee, aika rientää. Ilmaus on Vergiliukselta (Georgica, 3, 284),
Suuri latinasanakirja, toimittanut Arto Kivimäki
Death is not obligatory.
It does not exist
when birth is
omitted.
© Yelling Rosa
2/12 –21
Doodgaan is niet verplicht
het bestaat niet
wanneer geboorte
is overgeslagen.
© Yelling Rosa
2/12 –21
Jos ihminen
ei synny,
hän ei voi
kuolla.
© Yelling Rosa
2/12 –21
Our mother was
A bench in the park,
And we were trees.
Our mother was a bench
With the watering can,
And we had water
To grow up.
© 15/1 –22
Nia patrino estis
benko en la la parko,
kaj ni estis arboj.
Nia patrino estis benko
kun la akvumilo,
kaj ni havis akvon
por plenkreski.
© Yelling Rosa
15/1 –22