Rifling through the Romanian community newspaper today I found this lovely bit of poetry translated from Romanian:
Tell me, if I caught you one day
and kissed the sole of your foot, wouldn't you limp a little then,
afraid to crush my kiss?...
Nichita Stanescu, 1933-1983
This is a random picture I found while going through Facebook groups and I loved it I loved it I loved it. For the confused among you, the person whose hand is being kissed is a priest.Lastly, don't forget to comment!
1 comment:
That's a lovely little poem.
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