marți, 5 noiembrie 2013
duminică, 13 octombrie 2013
Not a big fan of love letters
I'm not, actually a fan of'em. Really, because I suck at writing those... But here it goes:
I don't know what to get from this. At times it seems that you're the only one that can make a highly dysfunctional character like me play his part. It doesn't have to be like this but it is.
Here you are jumping into strange cars, going to distant places and falling in love with whoever tells you a little story. But you haven't heard my story yet. Mainly because I don't want to seem weird- (although I am).
Sometimes I wonder, whether you feel the distant gaze of my mind's eye, hoping to get a glimpse at the perfect reality you're in. I'm not an intruder. Or maybe I am, but there's something vague in my lifestyle that preoccupies me and that is the absence of you.
My story is about you. It's always been about you. Even though I would entitle it: "Us" ( cause it sounds better that way ).
The story starts and ends in a scene. I don't know if it's perfect or dreadful, but just imagining it makes me happy. We're standing on this bench, and the sun is preparing to rise. A strange and lustful town around us and in front of our eyes there is a slope going to a forest. We're talking about nonsense, I make you laugh and suddenly everything inflates in the sheer beauty of the morning sun, the last thing I see is your smile and then there is light. All you did was smile and it shook the earth for me.
A happy-end, a begging and a content all in that prophetic moment. Kinda' makes me wonder, kinda' makes me care...
For what's worth, I still remember the blunt details, like the day after and the foolish steps.
Meanwhile, I'm stuck in this place from the past, and I can't shake off the nostalgia, that's slowly building up around me like a veil. I can't cleanse myself of it as long as I don't save you from this bad world.
Not a big fan of love letters...So I'll never mail this to you. But if you could reach out to the stars, on a night in June and send them your smile, don't think I won't notice because, it would turn my night into day.
I don't know what to get from this. At times it seems that you're the only one that can make a highly dysfunctional character like me play his part. It doesn't have to be like this but it is.
Here you are jumping into strange cars, going to distant places and falling in love with whoever tells you a little story. But you haven't heard my story yet. Mainly because I don't want to seem weird- (although I am).
Sometimes I wonder, whether you feel the distant gaze of my mind's eye, hoping to get a glimpse at the perfect reality you're in. I'm not an intruder. Or maybe I am, but there's something vague in my lifestyle that preoccupies me and that is the absence of you.
My story is about you. It's always been about you. Even though I would entitle it: "Us" ( cause it sounds better that way ).
The story starts and ends in a scene. I don't know if it's perfect or dreadful, but just imagining it makes me happy. We're standing on this bench, and the sun is preparing to rise. A strange and lustful town around us and in front of our eyes there is a slope going to a forest. We're talking about nonsense, I make you laugh and suddenly everything inflates in the sheer beauty of the morning sun, the last thing I see is your smile and then there is light. All you did was smile and it shook the earth for me.
A happy-end, a begging and a content all in that prophetic moment. Kinda' makes me wonder, kinda' makes me care...
For what's worth, I still remember the blunt details, like the day after and the foolish steps.
Meanwhile, I'm stuck in this place from the past, and I can't shake off the nostalgia, that's slowly building up around me like a veil. I can't cleanse myself of it as long as I don't save you from this bad world.
Not a big fan of love letters...So I'll never mail this to you. But if you could reach out to the stars, on a night in June and send them your smile, don't think I won't notice because, it would turn my night into day.
duminică, 22 septembrie 2013
Crepuscul
Eu te indemn sa uiti de tine,
De tomul gros de amintiri
Si in dulci clipe de iubire
Sa ne patrundem in priviri.
De tomul gros de amintiri
Si in dulci clipe de iubire
Sa ne patrundem in priviri.
miercuri, 17 iulie 2013
Rain Song
Rain Song
When every promise breaks apart
When every pain stings like a dart
I miss you
When every father leaves a son,
To face the world and everyone
I miss you
When all this poison fills my heart
There’s not a drop of rain to come
I miss you
Tears
left to come , for everyone
In
the mirrors of the stars, I see my heart
I don’t
wanna fear this, I don’t… want to fear!
When
every shallow end’s a start
When
all the flames engulf my love
I
miss you
So if
you dare to wait wih me
And
to retain yours rightfully
I
miss you
Tears
left to come, for everyone
In
the mirrors of the stars, I see my heart
I don’t
wanna fear this, I don’t … want to fear!
And
the sun always runs from you, my dark queen of Egypt.
So
please bring me the clouds. Let it rain! Let it rain! Let it rain!
When
every storm begins to play
When
every boy is lost you say:
No
matter where you’ve gone
The
truth is hidden in the dark
Perhaps
your time is yet to shine
Together
we will be alive,
When
every story seems to fade
Away,away,away,away.
marți, 22 ianuarie 2013
What I wished for today
Life is the soul of human ending. The extinctor of our race yet the single survivor.
We were pushed by One Finger, ages ago and when we fall we complete the domino.
Life has a meaning. "To be" is the sixth sense, that we have burried under our skin of forgotten feelings.
Life is war. A beautiful war, in which we all win, everyday, even though we know that the final battle can't be won.
It is hope, when no hope can be seen. It's a star, when there are no lights. It's my wish and that wish has come true.
We were pushed by One Finger, ages ago and when we fall we complete the domino.
Life has a meaning. "To be" is the sixth sense, that we have burried under our skin of forgotten feelings.
Life is war. A beautiful war, in which we all win, everyday, even though we know that the final battle can't be won.
It is hope, when no hope can be seen. It's a star, when there are no lights. It's my wish and that wish has come true.
miercuri, 16 ianuarie 2013
Astray
There is a life. Passing the soul of the storm.
When we grow old and no one dies.
I promise you, I'll get us through
Against the tide,tied with you,
But when we get there
Pretend to care, about past time
And all the lives, we left behind
And keep in mind, that bad things pass
I'll keep you close, until the night
Becomes that day
Astray.
When we grow old and no one dies.
I promise you, I'll get us through
Against the tide,tied with you,
But when we get there
Pretend to care, about past time
And all the lives, we left behind
And keep in mind, that bad things pass
I'll keep you close, until the night
Becomes that day
Astray.
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