h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

OK, so this is a poem is butchered a while back. It amused me, anyway.

A87745837 and AWW thread F74130?thread=8290990

Translation of something I wrote a while ago. The idea of childhood reminded me of it. It is called:

Back At Age 4

Back at age 4, go to kindergarten, and play games with everyone, everyone are friends, the world is beautiful, the world is huge and loving and wants to play. And so I join the game, and have fun, but I can not see where I am going, where it is sweeping me, life, the immense the awful the mighty, like a wave in the sea. In the blue sea the wind blows at the sand and it gets into my eyes seeping through the eyelashes. Flowers sprouting from between the rocks. In a joy of life. What a joy of life! Then I did not know a thing. Not death, not ashes, not fires, and not earthquakes, not in anger and not in war. The clear innocence like a blank page "and the magic stayed there," forever, "golden and beautiful as it always was." And little bears and big bears, lollipops were only candies, white shirts were only for weddings, and bags of sand only for obstacle courses; knives for cutting cakes, and guns to spray your friends with water. Back at age 4, I go to kindergarten, and see everyone, from a different perspective, in a new way, and cry, not from pain and not from happiness, just cry like that, maybe from longing, because crying liberates the soul.
And Then I laugh, a cheerful laugh of happiness, love, I run, run in the sun and in the rain, in the grass and in the sand, on the seashore and on the narrow bridge. I shout to the sky and laugh again and erase the past and the future and am not terrified anymore and I do not care anymore what now, only what now, and I watch the sun and stare, in the clouds I see forms of creatures from the fairy-tales that I can still remember. I look at toddlers in strollers smiling at me, the birds sing from the trees, and I still laugh a hysterical laugh, crazy, intoxicating, it is not me anymore it is my soul itself laughing, because it has been so long since the last time it laughed. And the flowers once again blossom and the leaves fall, and winter and then spring, and I am still laughing, because laughing frees the soul, and then I fall silent. I remember the past and the present and can not see beyond all the dust and the ashes anymore, and I turn dry from the inside and from the outside. My body doesn't want to sing no more, the sun doesn't rise from behind the cloud, and the rainbow has already long been gone, and I am no more in my kindergarten. Once again at age 4, both for better and for worse, there will always come the day where we will come back,
and be
friends.

Hope the translation is good enough XD

Pelegrhino

I didn't pay attention this month, so all I can offer now is this old piece which once was in the AWW: A53733279