Au Sujet Des Miroirs Poem by Tom Billsborough
Au Sujet Des Miroirs
Regardez le miroir, les yeux ouverts,
Mais pas dans une tour enfumée.
Elle n'existe plus!
Alors vous vous verrez come votes êtes
Et vos ennemis apparents? Disparus!
Puis regardez Janus, le corbeau,
Il est assis sur votre épaule.
Et il devient plus gros et plus gros
Comme it se nourrit de votre liberté.
I took a long journey to Babylon and got this poem somewhat translated.... Look at the mirror, eyes open, ... is how they translated the first line. Then things got a little smokey in that tower and then they got pretty muddled. I think it is a who you're talking about and if so, you did a got job on him.
you've got it, Susan. I'll sent you a translation tomorrow. It's beddy-byes time here!
Sometimes the solution to smoke and darkness is an open window. Finely rendered, Tom, though I am a bit rusty and needed some assistance.
Wow, Tom I think I need more then a spell checker for this one.....lol look forward to reading the english version; -)
Hi Annette. I'll e-mail you the English version! Been a bit naughty!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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So beautiful.......................................