Streets of Melbourne, Tuesday 08/08/06
An old man came with a trolley full of bird food
A group was playing jazz 5 meters away
It was a sunny day in winter.
He threw the food and pidgeons came
and they fly... and they ate
it looked as if they were dancing.
and he watched, and they dance
It was beautiful, it was different
I spoke to him for 10 minutes
He was from Israel, his dad was french
We chat about the world,
we chan about pidgeons,
we chat about rome,
"there is a lot of pidgeons in Rome
, because of the pope", he said
We came to a conclusion
"is better to let the pidgeons be".
i told him: the pidgeons are dancing.
and he laugh, and his laugh was from his heart.
"arrivederci" he said,
He picked up his trolley
and he walked away,
The pidgeons stayed,
one day they will also go away.
To Rome.
--- Ivan.
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Lo siento, pero intente traducirlo a español y simplemente no funciona.
Es acerca de un hombre Israeli en la calle alimentando a las palomas. Yo estaba sentado, matando tiempo, el me ayudo.
Ivan.
lunes, agosto 07, 2006
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