Xijuan Bellotti Poems

It's a gentle gentle breeze
Which bothered the vineyard.
It's a monk in the temple
Who asked me about death.
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这一年的唤醒
Wr: Thomas Hardy
Tr: Angel.XJ
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Thirty days of fragile hope, thirty nights of whispered prayers.

Will it hold? We do not know, the voices sigh, but in the silence

Between the shells, we hear the echoes of desire,
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. Putin's Frost

His shadow stretches—

A frost creeping over borders, 
silent, calculated, unyielding.
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Would all men dreams for beauties?
It might be more like books
As wise as you cannot
judge by looks...
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