[BG/EN] Мисли на есенната дама - Thoughts of the Autumn Lady
El otoño, con su tranquila melancolía y su dolor contenido. En el oro robado de sus días soleados... En las lluvias que cuentan su dolor... El rostro del otoño... perdido en las brumas de sus días grises y pálidos, en las motas de sus hojas amarillentas.
Autumn, in its quiet melancholy and restrained sorrow. In the stolen gold of her sunny days... In the rains telling of her pain... The face of autumn... lost in the mists of her pale grey days, in the motes of her yellowed leaves
Afuera es un otoño dorado. Todo es fabulosamente bello y tierno, pintado con los colores del arco iris. Sólo se oye el sonido del canto otoñal de las hojas. Este sonido es un poco triste, de despedida, pero único
It's a golden autumn outside. Everything is fabulously beautiful and tender, painted in the colours of the rainbow. Only the sound of the autumn song of the leaves can be heard. This sound is a little sad, farewell, but unique and unique.
Y esta imagen es aún más hermosa, llena del contenido de la fruta. Manzanas escarlatas, dulzura de miel de racimos pesados, pero también de pájaros volando, nostalgia de los pasados días calurosos de verano.
Y ella, la dama de oro, solloza suave y mansamente. Puede llorar durante días, ha acumulado mucha pena en su corazón y mucha sabiduría que duele. Sus lágrimas arden y susurran la culpa de uno, pero sin juzgar. Su ternura es evidente en cada toque, en cada soplo de viento que transforma las hierbas quemadas por el sol.
And this image is all the more beautiful , filled with the contents of the fruit . Scarlet apples, honey sweetness of weighty bunches, but also of flying birds, nostalgia for the past hot summer days.
And she, the lady in gold, sobs softly and meekly. She can weep for days, she has accumulated much sorrow in her heart and much wisdom that hurts. Her tears burn and whisper of one's guilt, but without judgment. Her tenderness is evident in her every touch, in every breath of wind that transforms the sun-burnt grasses.
Si tratas de llegar a ella, de vislumbrar su verdadero rostro, sentirás la rebeldía de un temperamento tormentoso y de las tempestades. Nunca revela sus secretos por completo...
If you try to reach her, to catch a glimpse of her true face, you'll feel the defiance of her stormy temper and tempests. She never reveals her secrets fully...
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I love the Autumn season.
Thanks @raqraq for posting some lovely pictures.
Beautiful colors of Autumn @raqraq!
Thank you for the photos!
It.s still summer here in California!
In my country Bulgaria has four seasons and now it is the beginning of autumn.
Every season is beautiful , it does not repeat.
Yes, beauty in nature is transitory... yet it is beautiful each time.