hello
hello
....
does anybody listen when i speak
or do i have to say it all over again next week?
life is a strange thing
just when you think you've learned how to use it it's gone
sâmbătă, 27 octombrie 2012
miercuri, 10 octombrie 2012
Un vis in miez de vis
Edgar Allan Poe – Un vis în miez de vis (A Dream within a Dream)
Primeşte-acest sărut!
Şi-acum, la despărţire,
Să fie cunoscut
Că vis şi amăgire
Fu viaţa ce-am avut!
Speranţa arzătoare
De piere într-o zi,
Ori într-o clipă moare
Ce va fi fost a fi,
Nu tot pierdută-i oare?
În somn profund şi-n ochi deschis,
Un vis în miezul altui vis.
Pe-un ţărm de-amar şi chin
Am adunat în mână
Nisip de aur fin:
Ci oare-o să-mi rămână
Un bob măcar să ţin?
Privesc cum strecurate
Prin degete-n adânc
Mi se îneacă toate…
Pot doar atât: să plâng.
O, doamne, nu se poate
Un bob măcar să strâng?
Să fie tot ce ne e scris
Un vis în miez de vis?
Primeşte-acest sărut!
Şi-acum, la despărţire,
Să fie cunoscut
Că vis şi amăgire
Fu viaţa ce-am avut!
Speranţa arzătoare
De piere într-o zi,
Ori într-o clipă moare
Ce va fi fost a fi,
Nu tot pierdută-i oare?
În somn profund şi-n ochi deschis,
Un vis în miezul altui vis.
Pe-un ţărm de-amar şi chin
Am adunat în mână
Nisip de aur fin:
Ci oare-o să-mi rămână
Un bob măcar să ţin?
Privesc cum strecurate
Prin degete-n adânc
Mi se îneacă toate…
Pot doar atât: să plâng.
O, doamne, nu se poate
Un bob măcar să strâng?
Să fie tot ce ne e scris
Un vis în miez de vis?
miercuri, 3 octombrie 2012
sâmbătă, 15 septembrie 2012
It's calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion
And theres too much going on.
But its calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion.
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion.
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion.
Its calm under the waves in the blue of my oblivion.
But its calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion.
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion.
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion.
Its calm under the waves in the blue of my oblivion.
miercuri, 5 septembrie 2012
Truth within yourself
“Nu-ti cere niciodata iertare pentru sentimentele pe care le afisezi. Atunci cand faci acest lucru, tu iti ceri practic iertare pentru adevarul din tine.” Bejnamin Disraeli
vineri, 24 august 2012
Not meant for me
Wayne Static (of Static X) Not Meant For Me
...stuck in this world, that's not meant for me...
marți, 21 august 2012
Slow like honey, heavy with mood
and you'll wonder what it is about me
my big secret is going to haunt you
cause i'm slow like honey,
heavy with mood
duminică, 19 august 2012
sâmbătă, 18 august 2012
Blood red
beware: vampirii emotionali will suck your energy out of you
"Take a Knife And Stab
What Already Feels Dead
And Then Make Some Wine From Tears
That Will Fill The Cup Blood Red"
"Take a Knife And Stab
What Already Feels Dead
And Then Make Some Wine From Tears
That Will Fill The Cup Blood Red"
Nothing else to say
I don't know what to say. This is the problem with talking.
You know, you never get to say the things that you want to say
and then when you get the chance to say it, just... words are not enough.
So you just lock up. You don't say anything.
And that's when you hear silence.
Or worse, you don't -- you hear just like some filler. Something to take up the space.
Fill in the gap that's there because you don't know how to say what you really want to say.
Probably it can't be said.
You know, you never get to say the things that you want to say
and then when you get the chance to say it, just... words are not enough.
So you just lock up. You don't say anything.
And that's when you hear silence.
Or worse, you don't -- you hear just like some filler. Something to take up the space.
Fill in the gap that's there because you don't know how to say what you really want to say.
Probably it can't be said.
the time is now
give yourself up to to the moment cause the time is now
You may find yourself
Out on a limb for me
Could you accept it as
A part of your destiny
I give all I have
But it's not enough
And my patience I shot
So I'm calling you a bluff
Je Reviens
Je reviens
Je reviens, encore
Tu n'as même pas vu
Que j'étais partie alors
Je suis revenu
Comme on rentrerait au port
Fatiguée
De passer
Par dessus bord
Je reviens
Je reviens et j'ignore
Ce qui nous ramène
Ce qui nous ramène au bord
On a déjà vu
La mer rendre certains corps
Qu'on avait dit portés disparus
vineri, 17 august 2012
joi, 16 august 2012
another chance
another chance to love
- Do you need help?
- Who doesn't?
-Is that your heart?
It's big
-It's small now.
-Small!?!
-Used to be bigger.
-Scary.
-Yeah, that's my problem. (My big heart).
- Do you need help?
- Who doesn't?
-Is that your heart?
It's big
-It's small now.
-Small!?!
-Used to be bigger.
-Scary.
-Yeah, that's my problem. (My big heart).
miercuri, 15 august 2012
duminică, 24 iunie 2012
sâmbătă, 23 iunie 2012
Left alone
'Cause I'm hard, too hard to know.
I don’t cry when I’m sad anymore, no, no.Tears calcify in my tummy.
Fears coincide with the tow.
How can i ask anyone to love me
When all i do is beg to be left alone?
<3
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...
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
"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.
miercuri, 25 ianuarie 2012
“Ode on solitude” de Alexander Pope
III.
Blest! who can unconcern’dly find
Hours, days, and years slide swift away,
In health of body, peace of mind,
Quiet by day,
IV.
Sound sleep by night; study and ease
Together mix’d; sweet recreation,
And innocence, which most does please,
With meditation.
V.
Thus let me live, unheard, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.
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