marți, 20 martie 2012

byron

Sunt tanar, dar ma voi simti
Mereu strain in lumea asta.
De ce nu stim cand vom muri,
Ca sa se termine napasta?
Odata am avut un vis
De fericrire, dar cu-o  raza,
Tu, Adevar, mi l-ai ucis
Trezindu-ma la vechea groaza!


S-au dus toti cei ce i-am iubit,
La fel, prietenii dintai.
Nadejdie cand ti-au murit,
Cu sufletul pustiu ramai!
Tovarasii de chef te fac
Sa uiti, o clipa, de amar.
Placerea, insa, nu-i un leac
Al sufletului solitar!

duminică, 18 martie 2012

Tread softly on my dreams...

HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths,/
 Enwrought with the golden and silver light,/
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths/
 Of night and light and half-light,/
I would spread the cloths under your feet/
 But I, being poor, have only my dreams;/
I have spread my dreams beneath your feet; /
 Tread softly because you tread on my dreams... 

W.B. Yeats (1865–1939)
"He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven"
from the Collected Works of W.B. Yeats

miercuri, 14 martie 2012

Killing loneliness

Loneliness be over. When will this loneliness be over? We are so young/ our lives have just begun/ It's already we are considering escape from this world...Join me in death.

 


October & April

like October & April - 2 worlds apart