Magda Isanos(1916-1944) is a Romanian poet, unfortunately she died so young, she was just 28 years when she left this world. I tried to translate her marvelous poem, but it is a little hard, I guess his magic will disappear a little bit. We die so soon It's so sad to think that someday, maybe tomorrow the trees from the alley its will stay there, where we see them when we will rot. So much sun, God, so much sun, it will be in the world after us; procession of seasons and rains with hair from whom it trickles coolness. And this grass will grow up, ............................................ we alone, we won't be the second time. And it is so strange that it can be possible to find so much time for hate, when the life is just a little drop between this minute who strikes and the other, and it is so incomprehensible and sad, that we don't look to the sky more often, that we don't pick up flowers and we don't smile, we, who die so soon.
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