Occitan poetry 980-2006 by Joan-Frederic Brun
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E l'estranha calor roja per se jaire coma ma man ont venguèt morir
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the strange red heat / of a roof of sweat / blood / which is gushing
from a hill / and veins of earth offered to the big sun / in order to
lay on the fresh rock / to love so that forgiveness will be contradicted
/ to love a maiden dark-skinned like the old summer / who unveils her
legs, her chest /and her wild youth. Just like my hand that stirs our
desire / lips on lips / tree of the sap / where the black water of her
hair came to die. We'll put a sand crown for the pain of its eyes. |
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