Szindbád, bon voyage! Page #3
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Here is this small notebook.
Here I write everything
that I don't want to forget.
Let me see,
here is July 21, 1900:
"Two hours in a carriage
with drawn curtains
with the lawyer's wife. "
This pleasure drive was repeated
every week, from July to October.
I had a sad childhood.
Unclad shepherds,
and goddesses on the lids of snuff boxes
were my companions.
And swans,
violinists in breeches and wigs,
mail coaches worked in enamel.
Later, my father brought an old man
who read La Fontaine to me.
I don't remember his name,
but when he looked up from the book,
a pair of unforgettable,
wonderful eyes looked at me.
My first unhappiness led me back here
to the old house.
It was autumn.
Our old Frenchman was still alive.
He watched me unawares
from a corner.
When I'm in trouble
I always come here.
In the hope
the old man is still alive.
You were desperately
in love with Fanny.
How I pitied you!
She was a dear,
faithful mistress.
There were dreams in her eyes,
and enchantment in her voice.
"My sweet one... " she would say,
and fondled me
with her soft palm.
Oh dear, oh dear!
Aged thirty. Two false teeth.
But her hair is genuine.
And this one?
Why do you want
to complicate my life?
You make me miserable.
in a church in Buda,
then we wandered among the graves
in the old cemetery,
where leaning against the rusty railings
she defended her virtue,
her peace of mind.
While I was standing in front of her
with my head bent down
and thought of
the goldsmith's wife.
No, I'm not like the other women!
I'll die if you desert me!
I swear, I'll die!
I haven't even noticed,
your hair is turning grey.
Your voice sounds like a cello.
I like that very much.
This wasn't the beginning
of my downfall.
Here we are.
God be with you, Sindbad!
God be with you, Florentine!
I hope, we'll meet
tomorrow again!
we'll meet.
Good-bye!
I won't come tomorrow.
I never get acquainted with women
who'd want it.
That's why I've stayed young.
I'm completely
disillusioned with you.
My sweetheart,
no reproaches, please!
You've put your
dark glasses on again.
Life is a chain of beautiful lies.
There's no emotion
more moving than love.
In our age, when noble feelings,
like piety, loyalty, friendship...
...and patriotism are disappearing
from our lives,
only love can conjure up
bygone illusions.
We need the tenderness of women
more than at any other time.
For every woman,
even the commonest one
is akin to the Moon,
the world to come, and superstition.
who've become debased
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