quinta-feira, 16 de dezembro de 2010


Farewell my friend, farewell;
My dearest one, you're in my heart.
The predetermined parting from above,
Will reunite us later and we'll never part.

Farewell, my friend, don't speak, don't shake my hand;
Please don't despair and don't frown your brow,
To perish in this life is nothing novel,
Although to live, of course, is also nothing new.

Sergei Yesenin, 1925
(trad. por Yuri Stepanenko)