Olimpia Sarb


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My Heart Is A Sad Ballerina

My heart is a sad ballerina,
Happiness is leaving
Her fluid movements.
Who will come to dance
The marvelous pas de deux
With her?
Her ballet steps are hesitant now,
Her pointe shoes bleed on the stage.

Here and there, tear-like ballerinas secretly whisper,
'Our soloist ballerina is dancing with air angels,
Her pirouettes are imperfect now,
Her tour en l'air looks like
The wind in agony'.


My heart is a sad ballerina,
She wants no more the applause of the world,
But the marvelous pas de deux
With Happiness.

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Life Mountain

As you see me climbing this mountain,
Slightly bent, with my head turned towards you, always
Smiling,
You think that time changed me into a perpetual traveler.
What is she looking for, you ask yourself,
What does she want, you ask yourself,
And I am telling you
That nothing earthly I am looking for,
I feel that I do not want anything ephemeral,

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