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Three Cousins


There were three cousins who were next in age,
Coming from the same blood, living in this village
Where the population, assuming a cleavage
Vaque on a boat or in a pasture.

They were very close, a gap of one year
On the ladder of life, had separated.
Like siblings, they felt bound
And fully enjoy these times shared.

The oldest, creative, encouraged his cousins
A follow his ideas, pointing the way.
The younger, mischievous, acting on instinct.
The youngest, an artist, honing the design.

They are seen running between dykes and pastures,
Inventing stories, live adventures,
Or, shop, surrounded by sawdust,
To make wooden swords miniatures.

They dreamed of travel, is guessing privateers
For obsessive closeness of the sea,
The course urged to leave the estuary,
Thinking they would go together, united.

There were three cousins who were next in age,
Coming from the same blood, living in this village
Where the population, assuming a cleavage
Work on a boat or in a pasture.

The ocean, like life, is not easy,
And boats brave the tumultuous waters.
dramas of life, unbearable pain,
eventually undo this lovely trio.

When it is too heavy, too hard to bear,
Suffering can overcome friendship. A reflex
makes us stupid isolate
To our relief is not shared.

In these days of storm, we look into his heart
A sunbeam, a glow, a glow,
The heat of summer, a different happiness
To try to forget this horrible pain.

Thus, without doubt, abandoning its roots, its
Each his skiff, drew its wake
Keeping well hidden, immortal tattoo
Without thinking about it, the misery, these images.

But nothing stays the same, and one day, at dawn,
When everything happened out of ports,
That desire to be together this is, again, regain lost
These sails the harbor.

We were three cousins who we followed to age
Coming from the same blood, living in this village
Where individuals, assuming a cleavage
bossent on a boat or in a pasture.

We will meet one day, surely,
Not to share our old playground equipment,
But because the bonds that unite people
always resist the test of time.

February 2011 A big thank you for loving Luke H. for this design that made me want to write this text.