Leonora 1 [ ballad poetic version ]
Leonora,
Your waist is like a
mermaids song.
Your waterways
are
flowing up and down so wishfully, so wistfully, so luring, reassuring,
whispering tales
about the
sails
you might carry.
refr.
Don't fear
please come near
Let it
be
me
Leonora,
You smell like the desert blooming.
And your hand
is opening slowly now, so
very keen on taking care not to hurt,
or be hurt,
or be sold.
And to hold you
attracts me
refr
Leonora,
your toes are like the
grapes of Eden
and your mirror
glimpses
the sky, please make it clear, still more clear,
so we
may know
it 's no show,
there 's no guard
to regard
with regret.
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Leonora [ popular version ]
Leonora,
Your voice electrified me
and your
eyes
were bold and told me, please do hold me tight.
't Was not only
we were lonely;
when I
held
you I felt:
it feels so right.
refr.
No job, no money, no place
of our own,
I am sinking.
But I 'm not stuck, I
'll have my luck,
as long as I can keep singing:
Leonora,
I know, where we are going
Your sweet love
is glowing, showing us the way out of
the night
You and me,
we will see:
In the end,
round the bend,
shines the
light.
refr
Leonora,
your kiss
is like a magic healing.
And my heart
is
softly reeling, full of feeling, full of joy.
In a few days
I'll find a place
to keep us warm
from the storm,
'cause I' m your boy.
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© Rob
Cassuto
Bruinen en grijzen [ dutch ]
Bruinen en grijzen
ontwerpen het
beeld
het oeverloos krijsen,
de schreeuw
van de meeuw
verschiet en toont ontzet
een
barst in het portret
ondanks de lijst die
heelt
De streek van de zwerver
geleverd
met zwier
in houtskool en met verve
beland
hij op papier:
hij schudt uit zijn mouw
drie aapjes en een pauw
die verdrinken alle
vier
Een regen van spelden
teistert de
huid
van papieren helden
die roepen:
vooruit!
ze vechten en gaan down
in 't
kaartspel van de clown
die godlof troeft maar 't verbruit
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Browns and greys [
english translation ]
Browns and
greys
design the view
the fathomless
screaming
the shriek of the mews
warps and shows
upset
the crack in the portrait
despite the
frame that cures
The rovers drawing jest
performed with
grace
in charcoal and with zest
it lands on the
page
he shakes from his gown
three monkeys and a
pawn
who all four drown in a wave
A shower of needles
the tender skins
flails
of paper soldiers
all calling: hail!
they fight and go down
in the card game of the
clown
who thank god trumps but
fails |
