lauantai 8. lokakuuta 2022

A Lunatic Stalker; Un stalker lunatic; Сумасшедший сталкер

 

A Lunatic stalker

I love you like a man
Who is waiting for
The moon to descend

Down to earth.

© Yelling Rosa
8/10 -22


Un stalker lunatic

Io te ama
como un homine
Qui attende le luna

sur le pista de atterrage.
© Yelling Rosa

8/10 -22

 

Сумасшедший сталкер


Я тебя люблю как мужчина

кто ждет, что луна опускается
на поверхность земли.
© Yelling Rosa
8/10 -22

 

keskiviikko 21. syyskuuta 2022

Во время бессонницы; During Insomnia; Unettomina öinä

Во время бессонницы

Во время бессонницы
Я пишу стихи.
Они говорят о лесу

Откуда я взялся;

И я сплю.

© Yelling Rosa

21-09-22

 


During insomnia

During insomnia

I write poems.

They talk about the forest,

Where I came from;

And I sleep.

© Yelling Rosa

21-09-22




Unettomina öinä

Unettomina öinä
minä kirjoitan runoja.

Ne kertova metsästä,

mistä minä tulin;

Ja minä nukun.

© Yelling Rosa

21-09-22

 


 


 



In Pace e harmonia; In Peace and harmony


In Pace e Harmonia

Mi Caro Deo,
Audi mi oration, per favor.
Io vole haber un poco cottage
al pede del monte,
ubi mi parve catto e io poterea
vive in pace e harmonia
sin le turba
© Yelling Rosa
20-09-22

 



In Peace and Harmony

My Dear God,
Please hear my prayer.
I want to have a little cottage
at the foot of the mountain,
where my little cat and I could
live in peace and harmony
without the crowd.
©
Yelling Rosa
20-09-22

lauantai 13. elokuuta 2022

Buddha Is a Nice Fellow

 

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I Met the Buddha

I met the Buddha,
When I was on my way
To an ophthalmologist.
We changed news.
He is a nice fellow.
© Yelling Rosa
10/8 –22


Tapasin Buddhan

Tapasin Buddhan,
kun olin matkalla
silmälääkärille.
Vaihdoimme
kuulumisia.
Hän on mukava
kaveri.
© Yelling Rosa
10/8-22


A Runaway Hero

The madman got on the bus.
He tried so hard to hide his madness,
That it already looked crazy.
He got off the bus
Many stops before the hospital,
But didn’t make anyone think
That he is not a resident of the sanatorium.

The following day a mental hospital nurse
Came to my cabin and asked if I had seen a person
Whose characteristics match the man I saw on the bus.
The nurse gave me a pack of cigarettes
And urged me to offer smoke to him.
Then he will sit down
And tells his dark story
As long as there are
Cigarettes.
Meanwhile phone us
And we got plenty
Of time to come
And catch him.

The runaway hero didn’t make it to ten
Smoke before the staff
Drove a car in my yard
The nurse told me
That the patient was unauthorized
On a bus trip also,
But returned himself
To the hospital.
© Yelling Rosa
13/8 -22

This is a true story from the sixties of a runaway hero who wasn’t dangerous but a pain in the butt of the mental institution. Our hero searched for cigarettes, and the nurse thought he would come to my summer cottage first because it was next to a hospital.