mardi, 28 février 2006
THREE WEEKS OF HAPPINESS
J'écrivis ce poème à mon retour en FRANCE ( je ne prétends pas qu'il soit juste d'un point de vue linguistique mais je l'aime beaucoup tel qu'il est !)
And finally , my dream became reality
When I landed on NEW-YORK city,
The great Lady, where you feel so small
So welcome, but never lost at all.
I saw the skyscrapers, the Statue of Liberty
Standing so proud, taking care of the city.
That was just the beginning of my trip
I was feeling so fine and so deep
As I discover the beauty of Massachussetts
Maybe the prettiest of all the states
I stood and stared at this gorgeous country
Amazed, I saw a squirrel climbing a tree
I couldn't help but feel si surprised.
I really was living in paradise.
Then I met Boston, another great Lady
Where the old times remain steady
How glorious she stands on the Charles River
How proud she is, to own the " Beaver "
How could I forget such a landscape !
From my mind ,it cannot escape
How much do I miss Massachussetts
Where I spent Three weeks of happiness.
Anne- 15 mai 1985.