Anna Arcadievna Karenina

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I was thinking in Ana Karenina, and I read the poem of for :

I’ll paint a winter scene for you.
Dressing up in the trappings of snow
Until even the trees bow.
Dressing up with the Northern wind
That nips the nose I’d love to kiss.
Dressing up with the graying sky.
Even he has humbled himself to brighten your eyes;
Those eyes...
Even the snow, in all it’s dancing
Would not dare to brush your lips.
One thousand strokes paint a picture, of you.
And all I can do is search for your eyes,
And paint a winter scene for you.


Pintare una escena de invierno para ti.
Vistiendote sobre la nieve atrapada
Hasta que inclusive los arboles se inclinan cordialmente.
Vistiendote con el viento del Norte
Que pellizca la nariz que me gustaria besar.
Vistiendote con un cielo que se ha puesto gris.
Inclusive el cielo se siente humilde con el brillo de tus ojos;
Esos ojos...
Inclusive la nieve, en toda so danza
No se atreve a cepillar tus labios.
Mil movimientos para pintar la escena, de ti.
Y lo unico que puedo hacer es buscar tus ojos,
Y pintar una escena de invierno para ti.