Tainica stire
Frica,zvacnire
Val de plutire
Albastra iubire
Nori si-o cununa
Visele-aduna
Nopti fara luna
Albastra furtuna
Sange-n scrisoare
Ploi trecatoare
Teama de soare
Albastra uitare
Falsa dublura
Soapta pe gura
Tainica ura
Albastra tortura
Umbre-n portita
Tremur de vita
Strasnica spita
Albastra domnita
Ascuns de credinta
Firav in nestinta
Lipsit de vointa
Albastra dornita
Singur pe strada
Munti de zapada
Nu vrea s-o vada
Albastra fatada
Subita nesitre
Timp de gandire
Sticle,amintire
Albastra implinire
Durere acuta
O floare tacuta
Coaja de nuca
Albastra naluca
Miros de tristete
Pierduta noblete
Sperante razlete
Albastra finete
Minciuna din bere
Faianta, cadere
Frivola placere
Albastra-ncheiere
Sfarsitul chiar este
Ascuns poate peste
O moarte sau veste
Albastra poveste
sâmbătă, 9 ianuarie 2010
luni, 9 noiembrie 2009
No matter how the weather is her plain figure is always the same. Her constant gaze touches everyone’s thoughts. Throughout the past days I have seen her in the coffee shop. Her hair…brown, eyes brown and she’s always dressed in colours that fit her completely.
Orange, green sometimes gray or black. I never did speak to her. Nobody ever did. But I know she’s a writer, because she writes in a notebook, and the simplicity and the air of balance coming from her tell me she’s a good writer.
She stays in front of the oak tree, with the yellow leaves above her head, alone, drinking her coffee, rejecting strangers with a look, that makes anyone run away.
It’s not love at first sight. Sure the first time I saw her I thought she looked fine, but soon I forgot about her. But then I noticed her again at the same wooden table with a cup of coffee.
No, there is no reason why she sits there. But the more I look at her I find an endless stream of inspiration. Just seeing her sit there with the coffee, behind her the autumn trees, sun shining through some clouds, cars passing by, nothing spectacular. Just plain simple.
I used to be all about complex feelings and things hard to understand. But it’s the simple things that are really hard to understand. Now I’ve fallen in love with her simplicity, her flare, her presence there is nothing on my mind so catching like her. It might be some kind of degeneration of love, some new age love. Some might call it so. But I feel so calm and quiet even when I’m near her table or even when I’m not.
I guess I’ll never ask her something or talk to her. Not because of fear of rejection, because I know she’s gonna be there the next day and so on. I see her there in the coffee shop she’s always mysterious, but not in a dark way, in the light way if that makes sense.
She does not make me fly, but she makes me feel so sure on my senses better than anything else, she dosen’t make me dream or not sleep at night, I can feel her presence on my fingertips or is it just the sun’s light..? I’m trying to catch a gray butterfly here… and this butterfly is called peace, not happiness but peace. Because happiness fades away. You can’t be happy forever right?
She’s plain simple like an apple. It’s the newest feeling I get. Like that feeling you get when the rain stops. I have no idea what her name is, but I don’t even want to find out, I would be disappointed. No name could be fine enough for her.
She’s plain simple like I said. I think I’ve fallen in love with the girl in the coffee place!
Orange, green sometimes gray or black. I never did speak to her. Nobody ever did. But I know she’s a writer, because she writes in a notebook, and the simplicity and the air of balance coming from her tell me she’s a good writer.
She stays in front of the oak tree, with the yellow leaves above her head, alone, drinking her coffee, rejecting strangers with a look, that makes anyone run away.
It’s not love at first sight. Sure the first time I saw her I thought she looked fine, but soon I forgot about her. But then I noticed her again at the same wooden table with a cup of coffee.
No, there is no reason why she sits there. But the more I look at her I find an endless stream of inspiration. Just seeing her sit there with the coffee, behind her the autumn trees, sun shining through some clouds, cars passing by, nothing spectacular. Just plain simple.
I used to be all about complex feelings and things hard to understand. But it’s the simple things that are really hard to understand. Now I’ve fallen in love with her simplicity, her flare, her presence there is nothing on my mind so catching like her. It might be some kind of degeneration of love, some new age love. Some might call it so. But I feel so calm and quiet even when I’m near her table or even when I’m not.
I guess I’ll never ask her something or talk to her. Not because of fear of rejection, because I know she’s gonna be there the next day and so on. I see her there in the coffee shop she’s always mysterious, but not in a dark way, in the light way if that makes sense.
She does not make me fly, but she makes me feel so sure on my senses better than anything else, she dosen’t make me dream or not sleep at night, I can feel her presence on my fingertips or is it just the sun’s light..? I’m trying to catch a gray butterfly here… and this butterfly is called peace, not happiness but peace. Because happiness fades away. You can’t be happy forever right?
She’s plain simple like an apple. It’s the newest feeling I get. Like that feeling you get when the rain stops. I have no idea what her name is, but I don’t even want to find out, I would be disappointed. No name could be fine enough for her.
She’s plain simple like I said. I think I’ve fallen in love with the girl in the coffee place!
duminică, 19 iulie 2009
Suflet Pierdut
Suflet Pierdut
Si ma urasc ca sunt asa,
Invins de soarta si de ea,
Pierdut in lumea trecatoare
Iubesc tristetea-n disperare.
Iubesc pustiul cum sunt eu
Fara un gand sau Dumnezeu,
Nepasator de lumea cruda
Nimeni nu-ndura atata truda.
Si-un colt de suflet mi-a ramas,
Insa timid si prea retras
Unde e viata ce o tot nadajduiam?
Unde e visul ce il tot slujeam?
Unde e rostul meu pe asta lume?
Ce il tot caut si gasesc doar glume?
Unde sunt anii ce-ar trebui sa vina?
Unde-i mireasma cea straina?
In siruri de-ntrebari ma nasc
Raman posac si tot renasc
Caci un raspuns o alta intrebare este
Asa e firul din poveste.
Si de mi-e dat sa caut pacea
Cu ce folos zgarii eu gheata?
Cand frig e pretutindeni-n jurul meu
Dar, Doamne spune-mi ce sunt eu?
In ce realitate sumbra
Mi-e dat sa stau numai in umbra
Si sa visez atatea primavera
Ce disparate par in anii efemeri.
De-ar fi o ultima strigare:
Pe cine chinui Tu, O, Doamne oare?
Pe-un suflet chinuit deja
Ce moartea ti-o va binecuvanta.
De-ntrebi de sunt nebun sau aiurit
Iti voi sopti ca-s ipocrit
Si daca asta nut e va satura
Ei bine omule e soarta mea
Sa tot visez la nesfarsit
Crezand ca revelatia a sosit,
Cand in sfarsit sunt implinit
Dar Vai! Un nou vis s-a gasit!
Si cum respire naluci si frica
Tu omule tot mi-emi porti pica?
Chiar daca tu esti binecuvantat
Cu-o minte stearsa ce ti-a dat?
Fii tu feiricit si pentru mine!
Caci de pamant doar trupul ma mai tine
Si-un dor nebun de stele prin
Sa le zaresc cum stralucesc zambind.
Un asfintit de-as mai vedea
Si poate frica-r disparea
Caci teama nu imi e sa mor
Ci sa ma sting usor, usor…
De-ar fi odihna pentru mine
Nu stiu ce oare ma retine
Sa gust din linistea ta sacra
Ce mie mi se pare acra
Dar tu vei fi intr-una linistit
Spunand mereu: “Bine-ai venit! “
Cand in colti ti se citeste:
“Aici se moare sufleteste”
Mi-e greu acum sa las durera
Care mi-a omorat puterea
Voint-a fost dar nu mai e
Caci dusa e in vesnicie
Si-un suflet gol mi-a mai ramas
Ce e timid si prea retras
Invins de suferinta mea eterna
Imi tot innabus lacrimile-n perna
De-as mai putea sa zbor odata
Sa fiu iubit de lumea toata
Poate c-atunci as invata:
“Copile aici e fericirea ta.”
Si ma urasc ca sunt asa,
Invins de soarta si de ea,
Pierdut in lumea trecatoare
Iubesc tristetea-n disperare.
Iubesc pustiul cum sunt eu
Fara un gand sau Dumnezeu,
Nepasator de lumea cruda
Nimeni nu-ndura atata truda.
Si-un colt de suflet mi-a ramas,
Insa timid si prea retras
Unde e viata ce o tot nadajduiam?
Unde e visul ce il tot slujeam?
Unde e rostul meu pe asta lume?
Ce il tot caut si gasesc doar glume?
Unde sunt anii ce-ar trebui sa vina?
Unde-i mireasma cea straina?
In siruri de-ntrebari ma nasc
Raman posac si tot renasc
Caci un raspuns o alta intrebare este
Asa e firul din poveste.
Si de mi-e dat sa caut pacea
Cu ce folos zgarii eu gheata?
Cand frig e pretutindeni-n jurul meu
Dar, Doamne spune-mi ce sunt eu?
In ce realitate sumbra
Mi-e dat sa stau numai in umbra
Si sa visez atatea primavera
Ce disparate par in anii efemeri.
De-ar fi o ultima strigare:
Pe cine chinui Tu, O, Doamne oare?
Pe-un suflet chinuit deja
Ce moartea ti-o va binecuvanta.
De-ntrebi de sunt nebun sau aiurit
Iti voi sopti ca-s ipocrit
Si daca asta nut e va satura
Ei bine omule e soarta mea
Sa tot visez la nesfarsit
Crezand ca revelatia a sosit,
Cand in sfarsit sunt implinit
Dar Vai! Un nou vis s-a gasit!
Si cum respire naluci si frica
Tu omule tot mi-emi porti pica?
Chiar daca tu esti binecuvantat
Cu-o minte stearsa ce ti-a dat?
Fii tu feiricit si pentru mine!
Caci de pamant doar trupul ma mai tine
Si-un dor nebun de stele prin
Sa le zaresc cum stralucesc zambind.
Un asfintit de-as mai vedea
Si poate frica-r disparea
Caci teama nu imi e sa mor
Ci sa ma sting usor, usor…
De-ar fi odihna pentru mine
Nu stiu ce oare ma retine
Sa gust din linistea ta sacra
Ce mie mi se pare acra
Dar tu vei fi intr-una linistit
Spunand mereu: “Bine-ai venit! “
Cand in colti ti se citeste:
“Aici se moare sufleteste”
Mi-e greu acum sa las durera
Care mi-a omorat puterea
Voint-a fost dar nu mai e
Caci dusa e in vesnicie
Si-un suflet gol mi-a mai ramas
Ce e timid si prea retras
Invins de suferinta mea eterna
Imi tot innabus lacrimile-n perna
De-as mai putea sa zbor odata
Sa fiu iubit de lumea toata
Poate c-atunci as invata:
“Copile aici e fericirea ta.”
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