Pomegranate/Granatas/Granātābols/Granaatõun/Garnet

I didn’t really know what I was doing

Climbing

Over a

wall

beneath

The Acropolis.

 

Greek police were

Shouting at me

As I hid

The pomegranate

In my rucksack.

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Granatas

Aš tikrai nežinojo, ką darau

Laipiojimas

Virš

siena

po žeme

Akropolis.

 

Graikijos policija buvo

Šaukė prieš mane

Aš paslėpiau

Granatas

Mano kuprinėje. (Lithuania)

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Granātābols –

Es īsti nezināju, ko es daru

Kāpšana

Vairāk nekā a

siena

zem tā

Akropole.

 

Grieķijas policija bija

Kliedz man

Kā es paslēpju

Granātābols

Manā mugursomā. (Latvia)

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Granaatõun –

Ma ei teadnud, mida ma tegin

Ronimine

Üle a

sein

allpool

Acropolis.

 

Kreeka politsei oli

Karjub mind

Nagu ma varjatud

Granaatõun

Minu seljakotta.  (Estonia)

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Garnet

I did not know what I was doing

Climbing

More than a

the wall

below

Acropolis

 

The Greek police were

Grieve me

How to hide

Garnet

My backpack

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Garnet

I did not know what I was doing

Climbing

Over a

wall

below

the Acropolis

 

The Greek police were

searching for me;

I hid

the Garnet

In my backpack

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I’m not sure who will have scrolled-down this far; waded through the painful Google translate – more transliterate;

This, I have written on the back of my blog yesterday about Yiddish and Baltic languages;

Interesting to see the pomegranate transform into a garnet; they have a similarity – both red and round; different texture though.

Acropolis has remained consistent, but then, that is Greek for you – it has lasted three thousand years, why shouldn’t it outlive the computers?

Computers can take us some of the way; they can speed-up, augment reality, enhance experience, minimise effort, but, at the end, when the processors have all powered-down and the sun has set, we are left with the vulnerability of human nature; the delicacy of touch or scent not smell, glimmer of the eye;

Let us appreciate for a little longer who we are and what we do.

Genug.

xxx