In Twenty Years from Now by Anna Feige
Dans le Cœur vert du Luxembourg
Messio Gjeoresse
Dans le cœur vert de la ville, un havre paix
Ou le temps suspend son vol discret
Le parc s’étend, vaste et serein
Offrant refuge à l’âme en chemin
Les arbres centenaires murmurent leurs histoires,
De forteresses tombées, ces gloires illusoires
Leurs feuillages dansent au gré du vent,
Chantant la sagesse au moment présent.
Sur la Kinnekswiss, les rires résonnent,
Les enfants jouent, les souvenirs frissonnent
Un bateau pirate rêve d’aventures,
Navigue sur les mers d’herbe pure
La villa Vauban veille en silence,
Gardienne d’art, de culture, de sens.
Tandis que la Louvigny discrète,
Abrite la santé, la vie concrète.
Chaque sentier, chaque pierre posée,
Invite à la pensée.
Le parc miroir de notre existence,
Révèle l’éphémère, la permanence.
Le poème célèbre le parc municipal d’èdouard André,
Un lieu emblématique de la ville
Aménagé entre 1871 et 1878 sur les anciens remparts de la forteresse.
Dans le Cœur vert du Luxembourg (Audio)
Give me the Wind by Mak Wolven
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The once bright blueberry sky that shined upon the lively park is now completely consumed by the ashes growing rapidly caused by the monsters we once saw as people
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In 20 years, I will be 38
And the park will have changed for the worst
The blooming flowers will be gone
The chippering birds will have found other places
There will be buildings built
For cultural events but no nature to be appreciated anymore.
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At the moment, Kinnekswiss is an open, green space full of flowers, birds and squirrels feeling at home. But it slowly gets taken over by human influence. New paths expand, trees get enclosed, more and more plastic and slowly everything is covered in stone and concrete and the home of plants and animals disappears.
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What pollution and climate change can do to beautiful things. Kinnekswiss park has changed a lot in 20 years. The grass is dry, the trees look weak, and there are fewer birds. The air smells of smoke and trash is everywhere. Street signs are broken and the fountain no longer works. Few people come, now only a homeless person sits quietly in the corner, cars pass by but no one stops. The park feels sad and forgotten, full of lost memories.
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