The pandemic has been a life-changer for all of us. It has made a lot of us stronger, but it's also been exhausting. The feeling of worry over new variants and lockdown remains lingering.We've discovered new things, amen new hobbies and tried our best to keep things busy during self-isolating periods.
Genre: POETRY / Subjects & Themes / NatureThrough my tainted eyes, it's always snowy;
Tropical skies, a true topsy-turvy.
Is there blood on my cheeks? No need for fears,
The mud on my face: It must be my tears.
My self-esteem taught me I was ugly,
On goes the face filters – now I'm pretty
With a storm of hearts and pixie dust.
Like one of the tarts, I'm his one true lust.
Fire soaring, stripped beige; it's getting fruitful,
Like we never age; I feel beautiful!
He bathes me in his neon fantasies:
Turns them into vibrant realities.
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French
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Already translated.
Translated by Cecilya Delvig
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Author review: I enjoy working with Cecilya, and recommend her. |
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Hindi
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Sharmila Ghosh
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Italian
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Already translated.
Translated by Riccardo Mainetti
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Author review: I have worked with Riccardo before on both Tektime and on this site and he is very trustworthy and reliable and kind. |
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Portuguese
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Already translated.
Translated by Laura Martins
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Spanish
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Raisa Gómez Salinas
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