{"id":9298,"date":"2019-05-17T09:38:02","date_gmt":"2019-05-17T06:38:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=9298"},"modified":"2019-05-17T09:38:02","modified_gmt":"2019-05-17T06:38:02","slug":"livet-life-viata","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=9298","title":{"rendered":"Livet \/ Life \/ Viata"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Livet \/ Life \/ Viata<\/p>\n

Jag, min egen f\u00e5nge, s\u00e4ger s\u00e5:
\nlivet \u00e4r icke v\u00e5ren, kl\u00e4dd i ljusgr\u00f6n sammet,
\neller en smekning, den man s\u00e4llan f\u00e5r,
\nlivet \u00e4r icke ett beslut att g\u00e5
\neller tv\u00e5 vita armar, som h\u00e5lla en kvar.
\nLivet \u00e4r den tr\u00e5nga ringen som h\u00e5ller oss f\u00e5ngen,
\nden osynliga kretsen, vi aldrig \u00f6vertr\u00e4da,
\nlivet \u00e4r den n\u00e4ra lyckan som g\u00e5r oss f\u00f6rbi,
\noch tusende steg vi icke f\u00f6rm\u00e5 oss att g\u00f6ra.
\nLivet \u00e4r att f\u00f6rakta sig sj\u00e4lv
\noch ligga or\u00f6rlig p\u00e5 bottnen av en brunn
\noch veta att solen skiner d\u00e4ruppe
\noch gyllene f\u00e5glar flyga genom luften
\noch de pilsnabba dagarna skjuta f\u00f6rbi.
\nLivet \u00e4r att vinka ett kort farv\u00e4l och g\u00e5 hem och sova …
\nLivet \u00e4r att vara en fr\u00e4mling f\u00f6r sig sj\u00e4lv
\noch en ny mark f\u00f6r varje annan som kommer.
\nLivet \u00e4r att handskas v\u00e5rdsl\u00f6st med sin egen lycka
\noch att st\u00f6ta bort det enda \u00f6gonblicket,
\nlivet \u00e4r att tro sig vara svag och icke v\u00e5ga.<\/p>\n

EDITH S\u00d6DERGRAN
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\nLife<\/p>\n

I, my own prisoner, say so:
\nlife is not spring, dressed in light green velvet,
\nor a caress that one rarely gets,
\nLife is not a decision to go
\nor two white arms that hold one.
\nLife is the cramped ring that keeps us captive,
\nthe invisible circuit, we never violate,
\nlife is the close happiness that passes us by,
\nand a thousand steps we are unable to do.
\nLife is to despise yourself
\nand lie motionless on the bottom of a well
\nand knowing that the sun is shining up there
\nand golden birds fly through the air
\nand the quick days pass by.
\nLife is waving a short farewell and going home and sleeping …
\nLife is to be a stranger to himself
\nand a new land for everybody else coming.
\nLife is to deal carelessly with its own happiness
\nand to repel the only moment,
\nLife is believing to be weak and not daring
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\nViata<\/p>\n

Eu, propriul meu prizonier, spun astfel:
\nviata nu-i primavara, imbracata in catifea verde crud,
\nori o mangaiere pe care cineva rareori o primeste.
\nViata nu-i o hotarare de-a pleca
\nori doua brate albe ce imbratiseaza.
\nViata este inelul strans ce ne tine captivi,
\ncercul invisibil pe care niciodata nu-l incalcam,
\nviata este fericirea apropiata care trece pe langa noi,
\nsi o mie de pasi pe care nu putem sa-i facem.
\nViata este dispretuirea sinelui
\nsi statul nemiscat pe fundul unei fantani
\nstiind ca soarele luceste sus
\nsi pasari aurii zboara prin aer
\nsi zilele repezi trec.
\nViata este un semn de adio fluturat cu mana, si mersul acasa, si somnul…
\nViata este instrainarea de tine insuti
\nsi un nou pamant fiecaruia care vine.
\nViata este nonsalanta cu care-ti tratezi propria fericire
\nsi respingerea unicului moment,
\nViata este credinta ca esti slab si neindraznet.<\/p>\n

Maria Magdalena<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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