” Dint’ ‘a butteglia
n’atu rito e vino
è rimasto….
Embè
che fa
m’ ‘o guardo?
M’ ‘o tengo mente
e dico:
– Me l’astipo
e dimmane m’ ‘o bevo? –
Dimmane nun esiste.
E ‘o juorno primma,
siccome se n’è gghiuto,
manco esiste.
Esiste sulamente
stu mumento
‘e chistu rito ‘e vino int’ ‘a butteglia.
E che ffaccio,
m’ ‘o pperdo?
Che ne parlammo a ffà!
Si m’ ‘o perdesse
manc’ ‘a butteglia me perdunarrìa.
E allora bevo….
E chistu surz’ ‘e vino
vence ‘a partita cu l’eternità! “
Eduardo De Filippo
Into the bottle remains a last drop of wine ….
Well, I look at it?
I have that in mind and say:
I keep it and drink it tomorrow?
Tomorrow does not exist
And the day before, as it is gone, does not even exist.
There is only this moment and this drop of wine in the bottle
And I miss this?
What’s forget about it
If I lose it even the bottle not forgive me
So drink …….
And this sip of wine
wins the game with eternity.
Well, I look at it?
I have that in mind and say:
I keep it and drink it tomorrow?
Tomorrow does not exist
And the day before, as it is gone, does not even exist.
There is only this moment and this drop of wine in the bottle
And I miss this?
What’s forget about it
If I lose it even the bottle not forgive me
So drink …….
And this sip of wine
wins the game with eternity.
Eduardo De Filippo
Che foto e che vino!
Un vino raro, come l’amicizia del resto
muahahah…ho letto l’inglese per capire la poesia 😛
Si, ma non rende cara Dora
Che ci posso fare…magari sentirlo a voce lo capisco ma letto faccio più fatica 🙂