THE DRESS
From the chest smelling of aroma and must
Grandma took a dress she wore when young
It is so thin and it’s as light as dust,
As if out of nothing it had sprung.
So sadly rustles the dress of silk white,
Its ruffles unweave like misty lace,
And delicate figures, in a シャワー of light,
Like in old times, are waltzing with grace.
She sees again her very first ball,
She recognizes her maiden dress,
Touching the cold silk she trembles all,
Filled with sadness によって its soft caress.
もっと見る and more, she bends her tired brow,
So bent is grandma in her old shawl…
The beautiful dancer, where is she now
To glide again in her dress at the ball ?
Her feet, delicate and small,
Her clear eyes, and her smile bright,
How come they are dead, all,
In her bent body, where is her light?
And then I heard the dead silk answering,
または maybe it was grandma in her old shawl;
No, they aren’t dead, they keep on dancing,
Always in other dresses, at the first ball.
(written によって the Romanian poet Magda Isanos)
From the chest smelling of aroma and must
Grandma took a dress she wore when young
It is so thin and it’s as light as dust,
As if out of nothing it had sprung.
So sadly rustles the dress of silk white,
Its ruffles unweave like misty lace,
And delicate figures, in a シャワー of light,
Like in old times, are waltzing with grace.
She sees again her very first ball,
She recognizes her maiden dress,
Touching the cold silk she trembles all,
Filled with sadness によって its soft caress.
もっと見る and more, she bends her tired brow,
So bent is grandma in her old shawl…
The beautiful dancer, where is she now
To glide again in her dress at the ball ?
Her feet, delicate and small,
Her clear eyes, and her smile bright,
How come they are dead, all,
In her bent body, where is her light?
And then I heard the dead silk answering,
または maybe it was grandma in her old shawl;
No, they aren’t dead, they keep on dancing,
Always in other dresses, at the first ball.
(written によって the Romanian poet Magda Isanos)
I need あなた today.
Grandma always made あなた feel she had been waiting to see just あなた all 日 and now the 日 was complete.
Grandma's ハート, 心 is a Patchwork of Love.
Grandmother : a wonderful mother with lots of practice.
If nothing is going well, call your grandmother.
We should all have one person who knows how to bless us despite the evidence, Grandmother was that person to me.
I miss you.
But always あなた live in my heart, あなた are with me each 日 of my life.
あなた gave me so much.
♥ I 愛 あなた forever ♥