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Рецензия на «Поэзия - к Сафо» (Тн Клм)
Прекрасно написано!
Ирина Каховская Калитина 07.06.2023 07:47 • Заявить о нарушении
Прекрасно написано!
Ирина Каховская Калитина 07.06.2023 07:47 • Заявить о нарушении
Рецензия на «Открытка» (Тн Клм)
Сегодня читала много ваших стихов, они прекрасны!❤
Ирина Каховская Калитина 07.06.2023 07:43 • Заявить о нарушении
Сегодня читала много ваших стихов, они прекрасны!❤
Ирина Каховская Калитина 07.06.2023 07:43 • Заявить о нарушении
Рецензия на «Погодно-котовское» (Тн Клм)
Марток, оденешь пять порток.
Лариса Дудина 11.02.2022 07:17 • Заявить о нарушении
Марток, оденешь пять порток.
Лариса Дудина 11.02.2022 07:17 • Заявить о нарушении
Рецензия на «В квадрате из дат...» (Тн Клм)
5 июня - день рождения Гарсии Лорки.
Федерико Гарсиа Лорка (исп. Federico García Lorca, 5 июня 1898 — 19 августа 1936).
Жизнь поэта и его трагическая смерть как результат сплетения ненависти и интриг: политических, клановых, общественных, традиционалистских. А главным было – личная месть. http://www.svoboda.org/a/471425.html
Стихи Лорки. Как жаль, что я не знаю испанского...
Тн Клм 05.06.2021 01:43 • Заявить о нарушении
5 июня - день рождения Гарсии Лорки.
Федерико Гарсиа Лорка (исп. Federico García Lorca, 5 июня 1898 — 19 августа 1936).
Жизнь поэта и его трагическая смерть как результат сплетения ненависти и интриг: политических, клановых, общественных, традиционалистских. А главным было – личная месть. http://www.svoboda.org/a/471425.html
Стихи Лорки. Как жаль, что я не знаю испанского...
Тн Клм 05.06.2021 01:43 • Заявить о нарушении
Рецензия на «Плотников сын» (Тн Клм)
Это - свободный перевод; ПАРАФРАЗ на:
IT WASN'T HIS CHILD
(Lyrics by Skip Ewing)
He was her man, she was his wife
And late one winter night
He knelt by her
As she gave birth
But it wasn't his child,
It wasn't his child
Yet still he took him as his own
And as he watched him grow
It brought him joy
But it wasn't his child
It wasn't his child
But like a father he was strong and kind
And I believe he did his best
It wasn't easy for him
But he did all could...
His son was different from the rest
It wasn't his child
It wasn't his child
And when the boy became a man
He took his father's hand
And soon the world
Would all know why
It wasn't his child
It wasn't his child
But like a father he was strong and kind
And I believe he did his best
It wasn't easy for him
But he did all could.
He grew up with his hands in wood
And he died with his hands in wood
He was God's child,
He was God's child.
...He was her man
She was his wife
And late one night
He knelt by her
As she gave birth
But it wasn't his child
Тн Клм 30.12.2020 02:29 • Заявить о нарушении
Это - свободный перевод; ПАРАФРАЗ на:
IT WASN'T HIS CHILD
(Lyrics by Skip Ewing)
He was her man, she was his wife
And late one winter night
He knelt by her
As she gave birth
But it wasn't his child,
It wasn't his child
Yet still he took him as his own
And as he watched him grow
It brought him joy
But it wasn't his child
It wasn't his child
But like a father he was strong and kind
And I believe he did his best
It wasn't easy for him
But he did all could...
His son was different from the rest
It wasn't his child
It wasn't his child
And when the boy became a man
He took his father's hand
And soon the world
Would all know why
It wasn't his child
It wasn't his child
But like a father he was strong and kind
And I believe he did his best
It wasn't easy for him
But he did all could.
He grew up with his hands in wood
And he died with his hands in wood
He was God's child,
He was God's child.
...He was her man
She was his wife
And late one night
He knelt by her
As she gave birth
But it wasn't his child
Тн Клм 30.12.2020 02:29 • Заявить о нарушении
Рецензия на «Beth Hart. Прочь из этого города» (Тн Клм)
L.A. Song (Out Of This Town). Beth Hart.
She hangs around the boulevard
She's a local girl with local scars
She got home late she got home late
She drank so hard the bottle ached
And she tried and she tried and she tried and she tried
But nothing's clear in a bar full of lies
So she takes and she takes she takes and she takes
She understands when she gives it away
She says:
Мan I gotta get outta this town
Man I gotta get outta this pain
Man I gotta get outta this town
Outta this town and out of L.A.
She's got a gun she's got a gun
She got a gun she calls the lucky one
She left a note right by the phone
Don't leave a message 'cause this ain't no home
And she cried and she cried and she cried and she cried
She cried so long her tears ran dry
Then she laughed and she laughed she laughed and she laughed
'Cause she knew she was never coming back
She said:
man I'm gonna get outta this town
Man I'm gonna get outta this pain
Man I'm gonna get outta this town
Outta this town and out of L.A.
It's all she loves
It's all she hates
It's all too much for her to take
She can't be sure just where it ends
Or where the good life begins
So she took a train she took a train
To a little old town without a name
She met a man he took her in
But fed her all the same bullshit again
'Cause he lied and he lied and he lied and he lied
He lied like a salesman selling flies
So she screamed and she screamed and she screamed and she screamed
It's a different place but the same old thing
It's all I love
It's all I hate
It's all too much for me to take
I can't be sure where it begins
Or if the good life lies within
So she said:
Man I gotta get out of this town
Yeah now I gotta get back on that train
Man I gotta get out of this town
I'm outta my pain
So …I'm going back… to L.A.
…..Oh…
….back… to L.A.,
….back… to L.A.,
….back… to L.A.,
….back… to L.A….
Тн Клм 01.07.2020 20:40 • Заявить о нарушении
L.A. Song (Out Of This Town). Beth Hart.
She hangs around the boulevard
She's a local girl with local scars
She got home late she got home late
She drank so hard the bottle ached
And she tried and she tried and she tried and she tried
But nothing's clear in a bar full of lies
So she takes and she takes she takes and she takes
She understands when she gives it away
She says:
Мan I gotta get outta this town
Man I gotta get outta this pain
Man I gotta get outta this town
Outta this town and out of L.A.
She's got a gun she's got a gun
She got a gun she calls the lucky one
She left a note right by the phone
Don't leave a message 'cause this ain't no home
And she cried and she cried and she cried and she cried
She cried so long her tears ran dry
Then she laughed and she laughed she laughed and she laughed
'Cause she knew she was never coming back
She said:
man I'm gonna get outta this town
Man I'm gonna get outta this pain
Man I'm gonna get outta this town
Outta this town and out of L.A.
It's all she loves
It's all she hates
It's all too much for her to take
She can't be sure just where it ends
Or where the good life begins
So she took a train she took a train
To a little old town without a name
She met a man he took her in
But fed her all the same bullshit again
'Cause he lied and he lied and he lied and he lied
He lied like a salesman selling flies
So she screamed and she screamed and she screamed and she screamed
It's a different place but the same old thing
It's all I love
It's all I hate
It's all too much for me to take
I can't be sure where it begins
Or if the good life lies within
So she said:
Man I gotta get out of this town
Yeah now I gotta get back on that train
Man I gotta get out of this town
I'm outta my pain
So …I'm going back… to L.A.
…..Oh…
….back… to L.A.,
….back… to L.A.,
….back… to L.A.,
….back… to L.A….
Тн Клм 01.07.2020 20:40 • Заявить о нарушении
Рецензия на «Я ухожу...» (Тн Клм)
Chris Rea. “Gone fishing”.
I'm gone fishing
I got me a line
Nothing I do is gonna make the difference
So I'm taking the time
And you ain't never gonna be happy
Anyhow, anyway
So I'm gone fishing
And I'm going today
I'm gone fishing
Sounds crazy I know
I know nothing about fishing
But just watch me go
And when my time has come
I will look back and see
Peace on the shoreline
That could have been me
You can waste a whole lifetime
Trying to be
What you think is expected of you
But you'll never be free
May as well go fishing
Подстрочник:
Я ушёл рыбачить;
Собрал свои снасти.
Но чтоб я не делал, уже не имеет смысла:
Посему, я не спешу...
И ты... и ты не станешь счастливей
Никогда... и никак...
Посему, я ушёл. Ушёл на рыбалку.
И я ухожу... вот сейчас.
«Я ушёл на рыбалку» -
Звучит сумасшедше, я знаю:
Ведь я и не знаю о ловле рыб ничего.
Просто смотри: я ухожу...
И, когда наступит моё время,
Я обернусь и увижу:
Тихий залив и берег,
Который бы мог быть всем для меня.
Ты можешь потратить всю жизнь,
Пытаясь быть, или стать, кем-то -
Каким кто-то хочет видеть тебя.
Но тогда ты не будешь свободным.
И вот... я ухожу рыбачить...
Тн Клм 01.07.2020 18:42 • Заявить о нарушении
Chris Rea. “Gone fishing”.
I'm gone fishing
I got me a line
Nothing I do is gonna make the difference
So I'm taking the time
And you ain't never gonna be happy
Anyhow, anyway
So I'm gone fishing
And I'm going today
I'm gone fishing
Sounds crazy I know
I know nothing about fishing
But just watch me go
And when my time has come
I will look back and see
Peace on the shoreline
That could have been me
You can waste a whole lifetime
Trying to be
What you think is expected of you
But you'll never be free
May as well go fishing
Подстрочник:
Я ушёл рыбачить;
Собрал свои снасти.
Но чтоб я не делал, уже не имеет смысла:
Посему, я не спешу...
И ты... и ты не станешь счастливей
Никогда... и никак...
Посему, я ушёл. Ушёл на рыбалку.
И я ухожу... вот сейчас.
«Я ушёл на рыбалку» -
Звучит сумасшедше, я знаю:
Ведь я и не знаю о ловле рыб ничего.
Просто смотри: я ухожу...
И, когда наступит моё время,
Я обернусь и увижу:
Тихий залив и берег,
Который бы мог быть всем для меня.
Ты можешь потратить всю жизнь,
Пытаясь быть, или стать, кем-то -
Каким кто-то хочет видеть тебя.
Но тогда ты не будешь свободным.
И вот... я ухожу рыбачить...
Тн Клм 01.07.2020 18:42 • Заявить о нарушении
Рецензия на «Сад» (Тн Клм)
И правильно сделает что сметёт. Крестом - тем более.
Благодарю за сей труд, он во Благо.
Серж. +
Серж Ив 74 25.02.2020 19:24 • Заявить о нарушении
И правильно сделает что сметёт. Крестом - тем более.
Благодарю за сей труд, он во Благо.
Серж. +
Серж Ив 74 25.02.2020 19:24 • Заявить о нарушении
Рецензия на «Нищенка» (Тн Клм)
Великолепно 👏👏👏
Божией помощи во всех добрых делах 🙏
С уважением Елена Лазарева
Елена Лазарева 1 06.11.2019 21:21 • Заявить о нарушении
Великолепно 👏👏👏
Божией помощи во всех добрых делах 🙏
С уважением Елена Лазарева
Елена Лазарева 1 06.11.2019 21:21 • Заявить о нарушении
Дорогая Елена, очень признательна Вам за оценку моего стихотворения!
Благодарю.
Тн Клм 15.11.2019 00:35 Заявить о нарушении
Благодарю.
Тн Клм 15.11.2019 00:35 Заявить о нарушении
Рецензия на «Я калитку отворяю» (Тн Клм)
Прекрасный стих!Благодарю!
Юрий Яников 25.09.2019 07:47 • Заявить о нарушении
Прекрасный стих!Благодарю!
Юрий Яников 25.09.2019 07:47 • Заявить о нарушении