Bine te
/v-am gasit. Nu pot sa spun ca sunt o mare "devoratoare" de poezie. Dar imi place sa mai citesc din cand in cand.. Imi place sa o transform in scenariu de film (pe unde se poate), sa fac distributia, si sa ii estimez un buget (glumesc...).
Va propun
It's Raining in Love (Brautigan, dupa cum va "amenintam" ieri). Aveam intr-o zi pofta sa traduc ceva, si am dat peste poezia asta.
Sunt curioasa daca mai inspira si pe altcineva ...
I don't know what it is,
but I distrust myself
when I start to like a girl
a lot.
It makes me nervous.
I don't say the right things
or perhaps I start
to examine,
evaluate,
compute
what I am saying.
If I say, "Do you think it's going to rain?"
and she says, "I don't know,"
I start thinking : Does she really like me?
In other words
I get a little creepy.
A friend of mine once said,
"It's twenty times better to be friends
with someone
than it is to be in love with them."
I think he's right and besides,
it's raining somewhere, programming flowers
and keeping snails happy.
That's all taken care of.
BUT
if a girl likes me a lot
and starts getting real nervous
and suddenly begins asking me funny questions
and looks sad if I give the wrong answers
and she says things like,
"Do you think it's going to rain?"
and I say, "It beats me,"
and she says, "Oh,"
and looks a little sad
at the clear blue California sky,
I think : Thank God, it's you, baby, this time
instead of me.