[Pitbull]

Bäi... (sau "bey", în net-langaj), îmi pare räu cä poezia are atât de putini preopinenti printre noi. Speram ca mäcar din când în când...
Herbie, dormi, mamä? Lasä halatu' negru, lasä frisca, hai si mai sustine!
Pânä una-alta, astä searä mi-a mai träsnit una pân' tzest, asa cä hai s-o pun:


America, Land Of My Dreams

Sometimes,
I miss America,
Land of my childhood years.
I miss that high realm of freedom,
That like a beacon shone onto the dark
Coming from sunrise.
I miss that land of hope,
That land of truth and plenty,
I miss that land of love,
America, land of my childhood.

I miss sometimes America,
The land of those who said
In God we trust
When to us, others, God denied was.
The land of truth,
When we were forced to live in lie.
The land of welcome
For all homeless refugees.
The land of friendship
For the ones driven away by hatred.
America, land of my hope.

I miss America,
The knowledge land,
For those who lived in ignorance.
The land of honest work and plenty,
For those who trudged in slavery.
The land of honest freedom,
When others ones invading always sought.
Land of protection and defense
For al the lesser downtrodden.
Land of democracy and rights
When others have the right just to obey.
America, land of my trust.

I miss America, I do,
The one that I believed in.
The one always respecting others' way
And never trying to impose its own.
The one who helped, and never did abuse,
The one who freed, and never tried to conquer.
America of Lady Liberty afar,
Not of MacDonald's in my hometown.
America of Whitman and of Bernstein,
Not of the MTV around the world.
America of Griffith, not of Spielberg,
America that seemed to be,
A land of wisdom and of worth.
America, land of my dreams.

I miss America that hadn't
Driven away God from its schools.
America whose children were
Clever and clean, and not brainwashed.
America whose people were
At least allowed to think
They were own masters of their life.
America whose star of freedom
Had five proud points, not six.
America of good World Order of the Old.
Not of the "New".
I miss America that flied so high,
Secured of ever fall and doom.
America... a land of dream.

Oh, yes, I miss so much America,
The one before the dream came to an end.

Pitbull - Mihnea Columbeanu
July 2, 2005, h. 00:00-00:23
Bucharest, Romania