THOUGHTS, AMONG MEMORIES ... Dr. ELENA MARIN

 

 I was born in the mountains
 Proud Plaiul, Argesean
 Place of longing and alean.

 Further on, from Pitesti
 Where you miss, you meet
 In the Argeș valley
 At the fountain, longing.

 Where the choirs revolve
 And they sing, doines
 The girls are happy
 When she puts on her clothes
 And they catch their handkerchiefs.

 See how happy they are
 He enters the choir and spins it
 How nice, they hold hands
 That you love them, look at them.

 That's the chorus, here
 Play girls and guys
 And they catch each other, two by two
 It resounds in meadows and valleys.

 I stretch the Wallachian Serb
 Ancestral heritage
 Whoever plays it, let it live
 And always, to remember.

 ELENA MARIN AUTHOR POEMS CREATED BY ME AND WRITTEN LITERARY TEXTS * ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO THE AUTHOR ELENA MARIN DOCTOR IN IFCH AMB.
 14.05.2020