Federico Garcia Lorca – August

August.
Potrivnice – amurguri
de piersici şi zahăr,
soarele-n după-amiază
ca un sâmbur de fructă.

Porumbu-şi păstrează întreg
surâsu-i galben şi aspru.

August.
Copiii mănâncă
pâine neagră cu lună bogată.

(poza)

Can you fall in love….?

Can you fall in love with a voice?
To feel the eyes wet with tears gathered in the inner corners, threatening to overflow.
To see the world in a drop of salty water until the song ends.The skin covered in goosebumps ,appearing spontaneously, even after the 47th time you hear him. And want it even more…..
To feel that you need to reach out and touch the line of the face, even though it is only cold plastic, just to synchronise emotions.
To sing in a language you barely understand and to yearn to speak it just to absorb the song even better.
To try to match your heartbeat to the beat of the music pulsing in the ears.
To look around and wonder why nobody else hears the magic. And smile childishly at the thought that you own it yourself, because it is living inside you.
To let it caress you inside until a melting point and the catharsis that , yes , you are alive, indeed…If one can feel all these, that is the definition of being alive.

Red

Sliced up my courage

Squeezed it into my palm

Until my fingers turned red.

And drank the drops

Insatiably.

                 (source)

 

Garou, L’adieu

Plimbare în ploaie

Îmi plouă în globul de sticlă

Perdea lichidă mă desparte

De oameni, de tot.

Lumea îmi pare ruptă

în aşchii de izolare udă.

Uneori ploaia chiar vine

şi intră în mine.

 

 

                (poza)

Dire Straits, Ticket to Heaven

Music playing on the ivories of my soul….

Attitude

Pieces of broken mirror
Scattered on the floor
Reflecting a stranger.
I cut myself in the million copies 
of parallel lives.
Bleeding, I rose
stronger than yesterday
weaker than tomorrow.

                           (source)

Citatul zilei

“E o întâmplare a fiinţei mele
şi atunci fericirea dinlăuntrul meu
e mai puternică decât mine, decât oasele mele,
pe care mi le scrâşneşti într-o îmbrăţişare 
mereu dureroasă, minunată mereu.”(Nichita Stănescu)

 

My Music

James Blunt

Quote of the Day – Citatul zilei

“…y yo aprovechó el vuelo de la mariposa

con mis manos.

Nadie lo ve, nadie sabe.

Me deshago sus alas

Y el hilo en papel

como un vuelo en un cielo que es mío.

Cielo de jaula …” (Ruben Bucoiu)

( in original aici)