Have you seen me (lately)…?

“And all the little things that make up a memory…Like she said she loved to watch me sleep. Like she said: Its the breathing, its the breathing in and out and…”

Ce faci?
Nu am vorbit cu tine de mult, sunt ocupata, esti ocupat/a…
Avem atat de multe lucruri "importante" de facut, ca uit sa te mai intreb cu setea de a primi raspuns real “Ce faci?” “Ce ai mai facut?”
Asta pentru ca ma intorc obosita de la birou, si dupa cateva ore de master…si nu vreau sa mai stiu de nimeni si nimic.
Asta pentru ca suntem mereu tired…and I feel really tired inside ( si tot imi spun “wake up!”)
Si scriind acum, imi dau seama iar, ca unul din lucrurile cele mai triste e sa te plimbi intr-o mare de oameni, intr-un oras aglomerat, dar plin de oameni singuri.

Asa ca va intreb Diana, Ionut, Catalin, Andreea, Ovidiu, mama, tata..si pe toti din viata mea: Ce faceti? Cum sunteti?
I haven’t seen you lately, have you seen yourself? Have u seen me?

Have you seen yourself, have you seen me?

Incendiem cuvinte si ganduri si idei si sentimente…(Si macar de ar ramane doar cenusa si nu am mai simti nimic…)
….pentru ca uneori ne promitem si promitem si celorlati cu o prea mare usurinta si la fel de usor uitam. Ma intreb de ce ... Si una din “explicatiile” care imi vin in cap (desi nu stiu cat de bine se aplica aici)….poate fi pentru ca mereu ne ghidam dupa “a ne fi bine”.

“Minute”… ( De ce lucrurile sunt entuziasmante numai la inceput…?)

Ai simtit vreodata ca vrei sa schimbi tot ce s-a intamplat in ultimele minute… si cu cat te indepartezi de acele minute, cu atat te cuprinde disperarea ca vezi cum se scurg, si nu mai poti sa le insfaci, sa le tii strans in pumn si chiar sa le strivesti…si sa dispara?
Au fost minutele, vorbele care au schimbat totul…si care inca te indeparteaza si mai mult de “inceput”.
Au fost sutele de secunde, care au sfarmat in mii de bucatele …the space between u and me….

Versuri legate...

Nightwish...preferatii mei...

candva... am combinat unele versuri....incercand sa le dau un alt sens...asa ca m-am gandit sa postez "capodopera" :)

The dead child's poem - Once upon a time...

I was born amidst the purple waterfalls...
I was weak, yet not unblessed.
Alive for the journey...
One night I dreamed a white rose withering,
a newborn drowning a lifetime loneliness.
I dreamed all my future...

and I felt....All those beautiful people
I wanted to have them...to have them all...
All those porcelain models
If only I could make them fall...
Be my heart a well of love
Flowing free so far above...

I was dreaming the stars...
but...life's cicles interfered and...now...everything's dust..
and I drank from the cup which was counting my time
the poison drop...

Look into my eyes now ... and see the wanderer
See the mirrors of a wolf behold the pathfinder
the violent truth:
In my world
Love is only for poets
Never the famous balcony scene
Just a dying faith
On a heaven's gate...

Where have all the feelings gone?
Why has all the laughter ceased?

Why am I loved only when I'm gone?

How can I ever feel again?
Given the chance would I return?

Why is the deadliest sin - to love as I loved you?
My tale is the most bitter truth:
Time pays us but with earth & dust, and a dark, silent grave.
Remember, my child: Without innocence the cross is only iron,
hope is only an illusion and..an ocean soul's nothing but a name...

and still...
in what they called love...lies the beauty of the world of which dead made me an artist...


LETTER TO THE PAST...

Born from silence, silence full of it
A perfect concert my best friend
So much to live for, so much to die for
If only my heart had a home...

Sing what you can't say
Forget what you can't play
Hasten to drown into beautiful eyes
Walk within my poetry, this dying music
- My loveletter to nobody....

Never sigh for better world
It's already composed, played and told...

I've created a kingdom, reached for the wisdom
but failed in becoming a god...

Never sigh...

Think of me long enough to make a memory...
"If you read this line, remember not the hand that wrote it
Remember only the verse, songmaker's cry the one without tears
For I've given this its strength and it has become my only strength.
Comforting home, mother's lap, chance for immortality
where being wanted became a thrill I never knew
The sweet piano writing down my life...

Teach me passion for I fear it's gone
Show me love, hold the lorn
So much more I wanted to give to the ones who love me
I'm sorry...
Time will tell (this bitter farewell)
I live no more to shame nor me nor you
And you... I wish I didn't feel for you anymore..."

Now sleep Eden sleep..
My fallen son
Slumber in peace...cease the pain...
Life's just in vain
For us to gain...Nothing but all the same

No healing hand for your disease...
Drinking scorn like water
Cascading with my tears

In the end...
an angelface smiles to me
Under a headline of tragedy
That smile used to give me warmth...
Farewell - no words to say
beside the cross on your grave
and those forever burning candles...

Needed elsewhere...to remind us of the shortness of our time
Tears laid for them
Tears of love, tears of fear
Bury my dreams, my past, my sorrows
Oh, Lord why the angels fall first?!...