Rene Guy Cadou
 Sweet angry animals 
 Sweet neglected animals 
A hand quenches your thirst 
Once and for all
 A leaf falling gives you 
A glimpse of beauty 
And slips under your shoulder 
You are no longer fully alone 
 But nobody believes that you keep 
Out of respect for mankind 
A silence more suitable 
To the sadness of our hearts 
 You have secret conferences 
With hay that never lies 
You marry the parables 
Of coal and crimson clover 
 Do I know the tales you tell 
To the hawthorn in the blue lanes 
What love you carry in your heads 
That makes you lower your gazes 
 But when appearing in a dream of dawn 
Your faces seem 
 More radiant than my own 
I am sensible to your reproaches.

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Gabor Barbulszki