May 8, 2010
Angel and demon (Inger si demon) by Mihai Eminescu
0 comentarii Publicat de Pure Wish la 5/08/2010 12:36:00 AMNight in the sad Dome, through yellow lights
Of the wax candles which burn near the shrines-
While the sky at Dome's end stays dark and big,
Impenetrable by the red eyes of tired wicks,
In the empty church, near the curved wall,
On her knees is sitting on the stairs a girl like an angel;
On the shrine's icon in red broken lights,
Pale and sad the Virgin can be seen.
A flame is stuck in a gray stoned pillar;
Shiny drops of tar fall on the ground sizzling
And crowns of dried flowers are hissing
And the girl's pray is mysteriously whispering.
Deep in the darkness, near an inert cross,
In a thick black shadow, like a demon He is watching,
The elbows on the cross's arms he relaxes and sets,
The eyes buried in his head, his forehead sad and dimpled.
And his chin is pressing against the stone's cold shoulder,
His black hair like the night over the marble's white arm;
Only the sad candle with her pink-white reflection
Gently throws a glint of light which passes over his face.
She an angel who is praying- Him a demon who is dreaming;
She a golden heart- Him an aposted soul;
Him in his deadly shadow, is sitting leaned back-
At Madonna's feet, sad, saint, She is watching.
On a high and cold wall like a clean marble,
White like winter's snow, shiny like the gentle water,
Is reflecting like in a mirror the girl's full shadow-
Her shadow, which is praying on it's knees like her.
What you need, blond child with your nobleness,
With white marble face and wax hands,
Veil- a transparent mist chewed into the stars; clear
Is your innocent look under your eyelashes' shadow;
What you need to be an angel- long and constellated wings.
But what I see: What is spreading from your shoulders' shadow?
Two shadows of wings which are moving shivering,
Two shadows of wings rising to the sky.
Oh, that's not her shadow- it's her guardian angel;
Near the white marble I see it's flying creature.
Over her innocent life, his endless one,
Near her he is praying, near her he kneels down.
But if that is her shadow- then She is an angel,
But her white wings can't be seen by the world;
Sanctified walls by the world's long prayers
See her transparent wings and spread the word about them.
I love you!- the demon was about to shout in his night,
But the winged shadow softens his lips;
Not for love, for praying he bends his knees
And listens carried from this world her sweet and shy whispers.
....................................................................................
Her?- A king's daughter, blond with a tiara of stars,
Passes through the world happy, angel, queen and woman;
He puts through the nations the destruction's spark
And in deserted hearts he sows rebel thoughts.
Separated by life's waves, between him and her
Centuries are of thinking, a history, -a nation,
Sometimes- although rarely- they meet, and their eyes
Stare, as if they're absorbed in their burning wish.
Her big blue eyes, sweet of kindness and soft,
How deep penetrate into his black gusty eyes!
And on his skinny face a red cloud passes slowly-
They love each other... And they're so far apart!
A pale king came, and his ancient crown,
Heavy of glories and power, he would have put it in her lap,
If she put her foot on the throne's carpet
And in his sceptered hand, her thin, small hand.
But no- dumb remained her hardly opened lips,
Dumb the heart in her chest, her hand pulled back.
In the soul's mystery, she lobed. Clearly and slowly
She was seeing the demon in her young dreams.
She was seeing him moving the people with cold, daring ideas;
He's so powerful- she thought, with a lovely sweet fright;
He stirs the present with his thoughts' fame
Against everything that long centuries and great foreheads gathered.
He often climbed on a rock wraps himself in anger
In the red flag and his harsh, deep, dimpled forehead,
Looked like a black night covered with storms
His eyes were fulminating and his word awakening the vile fury.
........................................................................................................
On a poor bed is sweating in a long agony
The young man. A lamp is stretching her miser and sleazy tongue,
Sizzling in sick air.- No one knows about him,
No one softens his fate, no one caresses his forehead.
Oh! all those thoughts headed against the world,
Against the written rules, against the ordinary
With God's approval- today everything's arranged
Against the dying heart, they want to strangle the soul!
Dying without hope! Who knows the sadness
Hidden in these words?- To feel trapped, small,
To see that the great aspirations are reduced to nothing,
That in the world evil is ruling and you can't oppose,
Because opposing, you are wasting your life-
And when you die you see that you lived for nothing.
A death like this is the hell. Other tears, other sadness
Crueler is not possible. You feel that you are nothing.
And those dark thoughts won't let him die.
How did he enter life? How much love of right and good,
How much sincere brotherhood he had brought with him!
And the reward?- Sadness, which is oppressing his soul.
But through the dark mist, which is covering the eyes,
The tall shadow of an angel is getting closer shining,
It smoothly sits on his bed; his blinded by tears eyes
She kisses. The mist disappears from them...
It's Her. With a deep, never felt before satisfaction,
He looks in her eyes.- She's proud of compassion;
She's reconciliating in his last hour his whole painful life;
Oh! he's whispering while dying- you're who I'm guessing, my love.
I followed this earth, this weather, life, people
With my rebel thoughts against the open sky;
He didn't want to condemn the demon, but he sent
An angel to conciliate me, and the conciliation is... love.
Of the wax candles which burn near the shrines-
While the sky at Dome's end stays dark and big,
Impenetrable by the red eyes of tired wicks,
In the empty church, near the curved wall,
On her knees is sitting on the stairs a girl like an angel;
On the shrine's icon in red broken lights,
Pale and sad the Virgin can be seen.
A flame is stuck in a gray stoned pillar;
Shiny drops of tar fall on the ground sizzling
And crowns of dried flowers are hissing
And the girl's pray is mysteriously whispering.
Deep in the darkness, near an inert cross,
In a thick black shadow, like a demon He is watching,
The elbows on the cross's arms he relaxes and sets,
The eyes buried in his head, his forehead sad and dimpled.
And his chin is pressing against the stone's cold shoulder,
His black hair like the night over the marble's white arm;
Only the sad candle with her pink-white reflection
Gently throws a glint of light which passes over his face.
She an angel who is praying- Him a demon who is dreaming;
She a golden heart- Him an aposted soul;
Him in his deadly shadow, is sitting leaned back-
At Madonna's feet, sad, saint, She is watching.
On a high and cold wall like a clean marble,
White like winter's snow, shiny like the gentle water,
Is reflecting like in a mirror the girl's full shadow-
Her shadow, which is praying on it's knees like her.
What you need, blond child with your nobleness,
With white marble face and wax hands,
Veil- a transparent mist chewed into the stars; clear
Is your innocent look under your eyelashes' shadow;
What you need to be an angel- long and constellated wings.
But what I see: What is spreading from your shoulders' shadow?
Two shadows of wings which are moving shivering,
Two shadows of wings rising to the sky.
Oh, that's not her shadow- it's her guardian angel;
Near the white marble I see it's flying creature.
Over her innocent life, his endless one,
Near her he is praying, near her he kneels down.
But if that is her shadow- then She is an angel,
But her white wings can't be seen by the world;
Sanctified walls by the world's long prayers
See her transparent wings and spread the word about them.
I love you!- the demon was about to shout in his night,
But the winged shadow softens his lips;
Not for love, for praying he bends his knees
And listens carried from this world her sweet and shy whispers.
....................................................................................
Her?- A king's daughter, blond with a tiara of stars,
Passes through the world happy, angel, queen and woman;
He puts through the nations the destruction's spark
And in deserted hearts he sows rebel thoughts.
Separated by life's waves, between him and her
Centuries are of thinking, a history, -a nation,
Sometimes- although rarely- they meet, and their eyes
Stare, as if they're absorbed in their burning wish.
Her big blue eyes, sweet of kindness and soft,
How deep penetrate into his black gusty eyes!
And on his skinny face a red cloud passes slowly-
They love each other... And they're so far apart!
A pale king came, and his ancient crown,
Heavy of glories and power, he would have put it in her lap,
If she put her foot on the throne's carpet
And in his sceptered hand, her thin, small hand.
But no- dumb remained her hardly opened lips,
Dumb the heart in her chest, her hand pulled back.
In the soul's mystery, she lobed. Clearly and slowly
She was seeing the demon in her young dreams.
She was seeing him moving the people with cold, daring ideas;
He's so powerful- she thought, with a lovely sweet fright;
He stirs the present with his thoughts' fame
Against everything that long centuries and great foreheads gathered.
He often climbed on a rock wraps himself in anger
In the red flag and his harsh, deep, dimpled forehead,
Looked like a black night covered with storms
His eyes were fulminating and his word awakening the vile fury.
........................................................................................................
On a poor bed is sweating in a long agony
The young man. A lamp is stretching her miser and sleazy tongue,
Sizzling in sick air.- No one knows about him,
No one softens his fate, no one caresses his forehead.
Oh! all those thoughts headed against the world,
Against the written rules, against the ordinary
With God's approval- today everything's arranged
Against the dying heart, they want to strangle the soul!
Dying without hope! Who knows the sadness
Hidden in these words?- To feel trapped, small,
To see that the great aspirations are reduced to nothing,
That in the world evil is ruling and you can't oppose,
Because opposing, you are wasting your life-
And when you die you see that you lived for nothing.
A death like this is the hell. Other tears, other sadness
Crueler is not possible. You feel that you are nothing.
And those dark thoughts won't let him die.
How did he enter life? How much love of right and good,
How much sincere brotherhood he had brought with him!
And the reward?- Sadness, which is oppressing his soul.
But through the dark mist, which is covering the eyes,
The tall shadow of an angel is getting closer shining,
It smoothly sits on his bed; his blinded by tears eyes
She kisses. The mist disappears from them...
It's Her. With a deep, never felt before satisfaction,
He looks in her eyes.- She's proud of compassion;
She's reconciliating in his last hour his whole painful life;
Oh! he's whispering while dying- you're who I'm guessing, my love.
I followed this earth, this weather, life, people
With my rebel thoughts against the open sky;
He didn't want to condemn the demon, but he sent
An angel to conciliate me, and the conciliation is... love.
broken roses
May 6, 2010
From time's waves... (Din valurile vietii...) by Mihai Eminescu
0 comentarii Publicat de Pure Wish la 5/06/2010 09:46:00 PMFrom time's waves, my love, arise
With marble arms, with long blond hair-
And lucent face like the wax's white face
Weakened is by the shadow of the tender pains!
With your sweet smile you comfort my eyes,
Woman through the stars and star through the women
And turning your face to your left shoulder,
I look in the happiness's eyes and cry.
How can I rip you off from the mist,
Hold you at my chest, sweet dear angel,
And bend my face in tears over yours,
Drown your breath with burning kisses
And heat up the cold hand at my chest,
Close, closer to keep it on my heart.
But, alas, you're not real, so you're leaving
And your shadow fades away in the cold mist,
So I find myself again alone with my arms down
In the sad memory of the beautiful dream...
In vain I spread them after your sweet shadow:
I can't catch you from time's waves.
With marble arms, with long blond hair-
And lucent face like the wax's white face
Weakened is by the shadow of the tender pains!
With your sweet smile you comfort my eyes,
Woman through the stars and star through the women
And turning your face to your left shoulder,
I look in the happiness's eyes and cry.
How can I rip you off from the mist,
Hold you at my chest, sweet dear angel,
And bend my face in tears over yours,
Drown your breath with burning kisses
And heat up the cold hand at my chest,
Close, closer to keep it on my heart.
But, alas, you're not real, so you're leaving
And your shadow fades away in the cold mist,
So I find myself again alone with my arms down
In the sad memory of the beautiful dream...
In vain I spread them after your sweet shadow:
I can't catch you from time's waves.
broken roses
May 5, 2010
By the odd poplars (Pe langa plopii fara sot) by Mihai Eminescu
0 comentarii Publicat de Pure Wish la 5/05/2010 09:46:00 PMBy the odd poplars
Often I have passed;
All the neighbors recognized me-
You didn't recognize.
At your window which was glowing
I looked so many times;
A whole world understood it-
You didn't understand.
I've waited so many times
For a whisper as an answer!
A day of life to have given me,
A day was enough for me;
One hour to have been friends,
To love each other with woe,
To listen to the little mouth's voice
One hour, and then to die.
Giving me from your clear eye
A sunshine purposely,
In the way of the future times
A star would have lightened up;
You would have lived for centuries
And many many lives,
With your cold arms
You greatly pacified,
A face always adored
With no other pair
Those fairies that have been living
Since the old times.
Because I loved you with sinful eyes
And full of sufferings,
Which I received from my ancestors
Parents from parents.
Today I'm not even sorry
That I seldom pass,
That sadly your head
Turns in vain,
Because today you look like everyone
At shadow and behavior,
And I watch you carelessly
With a cold dead eye.
You have to enfold yourself
In the saint grace,
And light a candle in the night
For the love on this earth.
Often I have passed;
All the neighbors recognized me-
You didn't recognize.
At your window which was glowing
I looked so many times;
A whole world understood it-
You didn't understand.
I've waited so many times
For a whisper as an answer!
A day of life to have given me,
A day was enough for me;
One hour to have been friends,
To love each other with woe,
To listen to the little mouth's voice
One hour, and then to die.
Giving me from your clear eye
A sunshine purposely,
In the way of the future times
A star would have lightened up;
You would have lived for centuries
And many many lives,
With your cold arms
You greatly pacified,
A face always adored
With no other pair
Those fairies that have been living
Since the old times.
Because I loved you with sinful eyes
And full of sufferings,
Which I received from my ancestors
Parents from parents.
Today I'm not even sorry
That I seldom pass,
That sadly your head
Turns in vain,
Because today you look like everyone
At shadow and behavior,
And I watch you carelessly
With a cold dead eye.
You have to enfold yourself
In the saint grace,
And light a candle in the night
For the love on this earth.
broken roses
Silently loving (Iubind in taina) by Mihai Eminescu
0 comentarii Publicat de Pure Wish la 5/05/2010 09:12:00 PMSilently loving I kept the silence,
Thinking that you will like it like that,
Because in the looks I read the eternity
With deadly dreams of pleasure.
But I can't anymore. The longing's power
Gives words to the tender mysteries;
I want to drown in the sweet hotness
Of that soul that knows mine.
Can't you see that my mouth is burnt of thirst
And in my eyes you can see my cold pain,
My young girl with long and blond hair?
With a breath you cool my sigh,
With a smile you make the thought get drunk,
End this pain... come to my chest.
Thinking that you will like it like that,
Because in the looks I read the eternity
With deadly dreams of pleasure.
But I can't anymore. The longing's power
Gives words to the tender mysteries;
I want to drown in the sweet hotness
Of that soul that knows mine.
Can't you see that my mouth is burnt of thirst
And in my eyes you can see my cold pain,
My young girl with long and blond hair?
With a breath you cool my sigh,
With a smile you make the thought get drunk,
End this pain... come to my chest.
broken roses
May 4, 2010
Guardian angel (Inger de paza) by Mihai Eminescu
0 comentarii Publicat de Pure Wish la 5/04/2010 09:39:00 PMWhile my soul was praying in the night,
I could see like in a dream my guardian angel,
Wearing clothes made of shadows and sunshine,
And above me with a smile it spread his wings;
But when I saw you in pale clothes,
Young girl full of longing and mystery,
The angel ran away from your defeated eye.
You're a demon, young girl, because only with a look
From your long eyelashes, from your big eyes
You made my angel fly frightened,
Him, my saint guardian, my faithful friend?
Or maybe!... Oh, close your long lashes,
So I can recognize your pale features,
Because you- you are him.
I could see like in a dream my guardian angel,
Wearing clothes made of shadows and sunshine,
And above me with a smile it spread his wings;
But when I saw you in pale clothes,
Young girl full of longing and mystery,
The angel ran away from your defeated eye.
You're a demon, young girl, because only with a look
From your long eyelashes, from your big eyes
You made my angel fly frightened,
Him, my saint guardian, my faithful friend?
Or maybe!... Oh, close your long lashes,
So I can recognize your pale features,
Because you- you are him.
broken roses
Far away I am from you (Departe sunt de tine) by Mihai Eminescu
0 comentarii Publicat de Pure Wish la 5/04/2010 09:12:00 PMFar away I am from you and alone near the fire,
I remember my life lacking in good luck,
Eighty years feel like have passed,
That I am old like winter, that you must have died.
Memories are falling on my soul like droplets,
Awakening in front of me the past nothings;
With his fingers the wind blows into the windows,
It comes back into my mind the wire of sweet stories,
And then in front of me it looks like you're walking through the mist,
With your big eyes full of tears, with thin and cold hands;
With both your arms you grab my neck
And you would like to tell me something... then you sigh...
I hold you tight my wealth of love and beauty,
With kisses we bind our poor lives...
Oh! the heart's voice should forever stay silent,
To forget forever the luck that for a second I had,
To forget that after a moment from my arms you tear out...
I'll be old and lonely, you'll be dead for long!
I remember my life lacking in good luck,
Eighty years feel like have passed,
That I am old like winter, that you must have died.
Memories are falling on my soul like droplets,
Awakening in front of me the past nothings;
With his fingers the wind blows into the windows,
It comes back into my mind the wire of sweet stories,
And then in front of me it looks like you're walking through the mist,
With your big eyes full of tears, with thin and cold hands;
With both your arms you grab my neck
And you would like to tell me something... then you sigh...
I hold you tight my wealth of love and beauty,
With kisses we bind our poor lives...
Oh! the heart's voice should forever stay silent,
To forget forever the luck that for a second I had,
To forget that after a moment from my arms you tear out...
I'll be old and lonely, you'll be dead for long!
broken roses
Why aren't you coming (De ce nu-mi vii) by Mihai Eminescu
0 comentarii Publicat de Pure Wish la 5/04/2010 08:33:00 PMSee, the swallows are leaving,
The walnut leaves are falling,
Frost is covering the vineyards-
Why aren't you coming, why aren't you coming?
Oh, come again in my arms,
So I can look at you avidly,
To sweetly rest my head,
On your breast, on your breast!
Do you remember when
We were walking through valleys and meadows,
I would lift you in my arms
So many times, so many times?
In this world there are women
With eyes that spread sparkles...
But, however high they are,
They're not like you, they're not like you!
Because you always brighten up
The life of my soul,
Brighter than any other star,
My love, my love!
Late is the autumn now,
The leaves are falling on the road,
And the fields are empty...
Why aren't you coming, why aren't you coming?
The walnut leaves are falling,
Frost is covering the vineyards-
Why aren't you coming, why aren't you coming?
Oh, come again in my arms,
So I can look at you avidly,
To sweetly rest my head,
On your breast, on your breast!
Do you remember when
We were walking through valleys and meadows,
I would lift you in my arms
So many times, so many times?
In this world there are women
With eyes that spread sparkles...
But, however high they are,
They're not like you, they're not like you!
Because you always brighten up
The life of my soul,
Brighter than any other star,
My love, my love!
Late is the autumn now,
The leaves are falling on the road,
And the fields are empty...
Why aren't you coming, why aren't you coming?
broken roses
Apr 28, 2010
Every time, my love ( De cate ori, iubito) by Mihai Eminescu
0 comentarii Publicat de Pure Wish la 4/28/2010 10:11:00 PM
Every time, my love, I remember,
The frozen ocean appears ahead of me:
On the steamy sky no star shows itself,
Far away only the yellow moon-a spot;
And over thousands of rapid icy waves
A bird is floating with tired wings,
While its mate kept flying forward
With a whole stock of birds, disappearing in the sunset,
It's looking back with suffering glances,
It's not sorry now, it's not glad... it dies,
Dreaming itself years back in a second.
We are further and further together,
More and more I'm darkening and freezing,
When you're not disappearing in the eternal morning's horizon.
The frozen ocean appears ahead of me:
On the steamy sky no star shows itself,
Far away only the yellow moon-a spot;
And over thousands of rapid icy waves
A bird is floating with tired wings,
While its mate kept flying forward
With a whole stock of birds, disappearing in the sunset,
It's looking back with suffering glances,
It's not sorry now, it's not glad... it dies,
Dreaming itself years back in a second.
We are further and further together,
More and more I'm darkening and freezing,
When you're not disappearing in the eternal morning's horizon.
broken roses
What's love? (Ce e amorul?) by Mihai Eminescu
0 comentarii Publicat de Pure Wish la 4/28/2010 09:51:00 PMWhat's love? It's a long
Reason for pain,
Because thousands of tears aren't enough
And it keeps asking for more.
Of a passing sign from her
It binds your soul,
So that you won't forget her
Your whole life.
But she's still waiting in the threshold for you
In the corner's shadows,
So lover with lover can meet
After your heart's request:
The sky and earth disappear
And your chest is beating,
And it keeps hanging from a word
Half whispered.
It follows you for weeks
A step made slowly,
A sweet handshake,
An eyelash trembling.
Lights are following you
Like the sun and the moon,
And through the day so many times
And always in the night.
Because it was written that your life
Of her longing won't fit,
Because it embraced you like
The liana from the water.
Reason for pain,
Because thousands of tears aren't enough
And it keeps asking for more.
Of a passing sign from her
It binds your soul,
So that you won't forget her
Your whole life.
But she's still waiting in the threshold for you
In the corner's shadows,
So lover with lover can meet
After your heart's request:
The sky and earth disappear
And your chest is beating,
And it keeps hanging from a word
Half whispered.
It follows you for weeks
A step made slowly,
A sweet handshake,
An eyelash trembling.
Lights are following you
Like the sun and the moon,
And through the day so many times
And always in the night.
Because it was written that your life
Of her longing won't fit,
Because it embraced you like
The liana from the water.
broken roses
Apr 26, 2010
The young people (Tinerii) by Nichita Stanescu
0 comentarii Publicat de Pure Wish la 4/26/2010 10:25:00 PM
They kiss, ah, they kiss, they kiss
the young people on the streets, in bars, on fences,
they keep kissing as if they
only were some terminations
of the kiss.
They kiss, ah, they kiss through the running cars,
in the subway stations, in the cinemas,
in the buses, they desperately kiss,
violently, as if
at the end of the kiss, after the kiss
there's only the unavoidable old age
and death.
They kiss, ah, they kiss the thin young people
and in love. So thin, as if
they would ignore bread's existence in this world.
So in love, as if, as if
they would ignore world's existence itself.
They kiss, ah, they kiss as if
in the darkness, in the most secure darkness,
as if no one could see them, as if
the sun was about to rise
bright
only
after the torn and bleeding from all the kissing mouths
wouldn't be able to kiss
but with the teeth.
the young people on the streets, in bars, on fences,
they keep kissing as if they
only were some terminations
of the kiss.
They kiss, ah, they kiss through the running cars,
in the subway stations, in the cinemas,
in the buses, they desperately kiss,
violently, as if
at the end of the kiss, after the kiss
there's only the unavoidable old age
and death.
They kiss, ah, they kiss the thin young people
and in love. So thin, as if
they would ignore bread's existence in this world.
So in love, as if, as if
they would ignore world's existence itself.
They kiss, ah, they kiss as if
in the darkness, in the most secure darkness,
as if no one could see them, as if
the sun was about to rise
bright
only
after the torn and bleeding from all the kissing mouths
wouldn't be able to kiss
but with the teeth.
broken roses
To Galateea (Catre Galateea) by Nichita Stanescu
0 comentarii Publicat de Pure Wish la 4/26/2010 10:04:00 PM
I know all your times, all your moves, all your perfumes
and your shadow, and your silences, and your breast
what shiver they have and what color,
and your walk, and your melancholy, and your eyebrows,
and your blouse, and your ring, and the second
and I can't wait anymore and I put my knee in rocks
and I beg you,
give birth to me.
I know what's far from you,
so far, that close doesn't exist anymore-
afternoon, after the skyline, after the sea...
and everything that is after them,
and so far, that it doesn't have a name.
That's why I bend my knee and put it
on the rock's knee, which is humming.
And I beg you,
give birth to me.
I know everything that you never know, from inside you.
The heartbeat that follows the one you're hearing now,
the end of the word whose first syllable you're just saying
trees- wooden shadows of your veins,
rivers- moving shadows of your blood,
and rocks, the rocks- rock shadows of my knee,
which I bend in front of you and I beg you,
give birth to me. Give birth to me.
and your shadow, and your silences, and your breast
what shiver they have and what color,
and your walk, and your melancholy, and your eyebrows,
and your blouse, and your ring, and the second
and I can't wait anymore and I put my knee in rocks
and I beg you,
give birth to me.
I know what's far from you,
so far, that close doesn't exist anymore-
afternoon, after the skyline, after the sea...
and everything that is after them,
and so far, that it doesn't have a name.
That's why I bend my knee and put it
on the rock's knee, which is humming.
And I beg you,
give birth to me.
I know everything that you never know, from inside you.
The heartbeat that follows the one you're hearing now,
the end of the word whose first syllable you're just saying
trees- wooden shadows of your veins,
rivers- moving shadows of your blood,
and rocks, the rocks- rock shadows of my knee,
which I bend in front of you and I beg you,
give birth to me. Give birth to me.
broken roses
Apr 17, 2010
So fragile... (Atat de frageda...) by Mihai Eminescu
0 comentarii Publicat de Pure Wish la 4/17/2010 03:23:00 PMSo fragile, you are like
A white cherry blossom,
And like an angel from the humans
You walk into my life's path.
You barely touch the soft carpet,
The silk chimes under your foot,
And from the crown until your hips
You float as lightly as a dream.
From the long dress's wrinkles
You rise like the marble-
My soul is hanging from the eyes
Full of tears and luck.
Oh, happy dream of love,
Mild bride from fairy tales,
Stop smiling! Your smile
Shows me how sweet you are,
How you can with the night's charm
To darken my eyes forever,
With your mouth's cold whispers,
With embraces of cold arms.
Suddenly a thought passes,
A veil over your hot eyes:
It's the dark resignation,
It's the shadow of sweet desires.
You're leaving, and I understood
That I shouldn't follow you,
Forever lost for me,
The bride of my soul!
That I saw you it's my fault
And I'll never forgive myself,
I will atone the dream of light
Stretching my right in the desert.
And you will rise like an icon
Of the forever pure Maria,
On your forehead wearing a crown-
Where are you going? When will you come?
A white cherry blossom,
And like an angel from the humans
You walk into my life's path.
You barely touch the soft carpet,
The silk chimes under your foot,
And from the crown until your hips
You float as lightly as a dream.
From the long dress's wrinkles
You rise like the marble-
My soul is hanging from the eyes
Full of tears and luck.
Oh, happy dream of love,
Mild bride from fairy tales,
Stop smiling! Your smile
Shows me how sweet you are,
How you can with the night's charm
To darken my eyes forever,
With your mouth's cold whispers,
With embraces of cold arms.
Suddenly a thought passes,
A veil over your hot eyes:
It's the dark resignation,
It's the shadow of sweet desires.
You're leaving, and I understood
That I shouldn't follow you,
Forever lost for me,
The bride of my soul!
That I saw you it's my fault
And I'll never forgive myself,
I will atone the dream of light
Stretching my right in the desert.
And you will rise like an icon
Of the forever pure Maria,
On your forehead wearing a crown-
Where are you going? When will you come?
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Alone she's waiting for me to come home,
In my absence she's only thinking of me,
her the dearest and the chosen one
from the sublime slaves.
She gets sick of the solitude
she sits and washed the floor all the time
until she makes it fourteen carats
and just so that the today can step on it.
She washed the house's wall with her hand
and she hangs paintings on it
so that the rogue can enjoy it
fallen from the door in echoes.
She is waiting for her drunk husband
To come home
and she randy moves her white fingers
for his beautiful nape.
Getting them ready to get undrunk
she keeps in bowls and sour juice,
she spreads her long and black hair from the door to the bed
so that her man will never mistake
the fated way.
In my absence she's only thinking of me,
her the dearest and the chosen one
from the sublime slaves.
She gets sick of the solitude
she sits and washed the floor all the time
until she makes it fourteen carats
and just so that the today can step on it.
She washed the house's wall with her hand
and she hangs paintings on it
so that the rogue can enjoy it
fallen from the door in echoes.
She is waiting for her drunk husband
To come home
and she randy moves her white fingers
for his beautiful nape.
Getting them ready to get undrunk
she keeps in bowls and sour juice,
she spreads her long and black hair from the door to the bed
so that her man will never mistake
the fated way.
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Of love (De dragoste) by Nichita Stanescu
0 comentarii Publicat de Pure Wish la 4/17/2010 01:39:00 PMShe's sitting bored and very beautiful
her black hair is upset
her bright hand
long ago has forgotten me,-
long ago she forgot herself
how she's hanging on the chair's neck.
I drown in lights
and gnash in the year's cycle.
I show her my mouth's teeth,
but she knows that I'm not smiling,
the light's sweet creature
to me, it depicts me when
she's sitting bored and very beautiful
and I'm only living for her
in the fierce world
under the heavenly.
her black hair is upset
her bright hand
long ago has forgotten me,-
long ago she forgot herself
how she's hanging on the chair's neck.
I drown in lights
and gnash in the year's cycle.
I show her my mouth's teeth,
but she knows that I'm not smiling,
the light's sweet creature
to me, it depicts me when
she's sitting bored and very beautiful
and I'm only living for her
in the fierce world
under the heavenly.
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Song of longing (Cantec de dor) by Nichita Stanescu
0 comentarii Publicat de Pure Wish la 4/17/2010 01:05:00 PM
I fell asleep next to your voice.
It was so good there and your warm breasts kept my temple.
I don't even remember what you were singing.
Maybe something about the branches and waters that wandered
in your night.
Or maybe your childhood that died
somewhere, under words.
I don't even remember what you were singing.
I was playing with my palms in your kinks.
They were very willful
and you weren't even noticing me.
I don't even remember why you were crying.
Maybe just like that, for the sadness of sunsets.
Or maybe for love
and kindness.
I don't remember why you were crying.
I fell asleep next to your voice and I was loving you.
It was so good there and your warm breasts kept my temple.
I don't even remember what you were singing.
Maybe something about the branches and waters that wandered
in your night.
Or maybe your childhood that died
somewhere, under words.
I don't even remember what you were singing.
I was playing with my palms in your kinks.
They were very willful
and you weren't even noticing me.
I don't even remember why you were crying.
Maybe just like that, for the sadness of sunsets.
Or maybe for love
and kindness.
I don't remember why you were crying.
I fell asleep next to your voice and I was loving you.
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The golden age of love (Varsta de aur a dragostei) by Nichita Stanescu
0 comentarii Publicat de Pure Wish la 4/17/2010 12:42:00 PM
My hands are in love,
oh, my mouth loves,
and look, I realized
that things are so close to me,
that I can barely walk through them
without hurting myself.
This is a sweet feeling,
of waking up, of dreaming,
and here I am without sleeping,
I truly see the ivory gods,
I take them in my hand and
I screw them laughing, in the moon,
like some graven handles,
how they must have been in the old days,
embellished, the ships' steering wheel.
Jupiter is yellow, and Hera
the wonderful one silvery.
I strike the wheel with a rock and it moves.
It's a dance my love, of the feelings,
goddesses of the air, between us.
And I, with my soul's sails stretched by longings,
I look for you everywhere, and things come
closer and closer,
and they clench my chest and it hurts.
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Apr 15, 2010
Woman's inscription (Inscriptie de femeie) by Tudor Arghezi
0 comentarii Publicat de Pure Wish la 4/15/2010 09:02:00 PM
The disposal of the character ordained to be
The ethereal girl, the man's wife.
The feeble dragonfly, in his hairy hand,
Is like the lily spring and cypress.
She likes him because he's okay and tough- and trump,
He doesn't hesitate, doesn't come late, doesn't ask,
Goes right ahead and reaches straight right,
He's loud and wise.
His endeavor and hard work for you
Make your days bigger and fuller.
His knees have crushed and his back has broken,
To deserve both his tasty dish and kiss.
From the bottom of the sea he pulls pearls in strings
For the neck of his slender and beautiful maiden.
From the night he takes bunches of stars and sparks
For bracelets, brooches, rings and earrings,
The golden stars from dry stones he gets,
Bitten by the rock's fangs and bleeding from his elbows.
It's his self sacrifice, brightened by an idea.
The idea, like fight and passion is still a woman.
They are all yours and all are for you.
Why not, then for who?
Because all the gifts for you are being brought,
Receiving a flowers instead, your fragile smile.
The creature of a petal and of a drop of dew,
Give it every morning a new joy,
Rewarding offer is his poem,
Another one sweeter and more honest, there isn't.
The ethereal girl, the man's wife.
The feeble dragonfly, in his hairy hand,
Is like the lily spring and cypress.
She likes him because he's okay and tough- and trump,
He doesn't hesitate, doesn't come late, doesn't ask,
Goes right ahead and reaches straight right,
He's loud and wise.
His endeavor and hard work for you
Make your days bigger and fuller.
His knees have crushed and his back has broken,
To deserve both his tasty dish and kiss.
From the bottom of the sea he pulls pearls in strings
For the neck of his slender and beautiful maiden.
From the night he takes bunches of stars and sparks
For bracelets, brooches, rings and earrings,
The golden stars from dry stones he gets,
Bitten by the rock's fangs and bleeding from his elbows.
It's his self sacrifice, brightened by an idea.
The idea, like fight and passion is still a woman.
They are all yours and all are for you.
Why not, then for who?
Because all the gifts for you are being brought,
Receiving a flowers instead, your fragile smile.
The creature of a petal and of a drop of dew,
Give it every morning a new joy,
Rewarding offer is his poem,
Another one sweeter and more honest, there isn't.
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Apr 13, 2010
It's so good that you are (Ce bine ca esti) by Nichita Stanesu
0 comentarii Publicat de Pure Wish la 4/13/2010 09:51:00 PM
It's a chance of my being:
and then, the happiness inside of me
is stronger than me, than my bones,
which you screech in an embrace
always painful, always wonderful.
Let's talk, let's say words,
long, glassy, like chisels which divide
the cold river from the hot delta,
the day from the night, the basalt from basalt.
Take me, happiness, up, and strike
my temple from the stars, until
my prolonged world and the endless
column is made or something else
a lot taller, and a lot sooner.
It's so good that you are, it's so strange that I am!
Two different songs, hitting, mixing with each other,
two colors which have never met before,
one from the very low, turned to the ground,
one from the very top, almost broken
in the cold, incomparable fight
of the miracle that you are, of the chance that I am.
and then, the happiness inside of me
is stronger than me, than my bones,
which you screech in an embrace
always painful, always wonderful.
Let's talk, let's say words,
long, glassy, like chisels which divide
the cold river from the hot delta,
the day from the night, the basalt from basalt.
Take me, happiness, up, and strike
my temple from the stars, until
my prolonged world and the endless
column is made or something else
a lot taller, and a lot sooner.
It's so good that you are, it's so strange that I am!
Two different songs, hitting, mixing with each other,
two colors which have never met before,
one from the very low, turned to the ground,
one from the very top, almost broken
in the cold, incomparable fight
of the miracle that you are, of the chance that I am.
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Mar 14, 2010
I am just a normal girl
But if you look at me
A precious hidden pearl
That's what you'll surely see.
Just one look if you give me
You make my bells ring,
Just one word if you tell me
You make me want to sing.
Not even a wealthy man
Could make me happier than you.
I wouldn't have to work at all
But I'd have nothing without you.
There's a fire within my soul
Burning like no other,
But in there you left a hole,
And that I can't recover.
I don't wanna talk
About the things we've gone through,
I just want to walk
Feeling my body close to you.
It's half past twelve and I'm awake,
I'm watching the late show.
I know that I've made a mistake
And I know it made you go.
Night is young and the music's high,
You're sitting alone in the club,
You're thinking of your stupid lie,
You need me like a drug.
You realize that you were wrong
And you come back at me.
I've waited for you all night long,
Waited for you to say sorry.
But if you look at me
A precious hidden pearl
That's what you'll surely see.
Just one look if you give me
You make my bells ring,
Just one word if you tell me
You make me want to sing.
Not even a wealthy man
Could make me happier than you.
I wouldn't have to work at all
But I'd have nothing without you.
There's a fire within my soul
Burning like no other,
But in there you left a hole,
And that I can't recover.
I don't wanna talk
About the things we've gone through,
I just want to walk
Feeling my body close to you.
It's half past twelve and I'm awake,
I'm watching the late show.
I know that I've made a mistake
And I know it made you go.
Night is young and the music's high,
You're sitting alone in the club,
You're thinking of your stupid lie,
You need me like a drug.
You realize that you were wrong
And you come back at me.
I've waited for you all night long,
Waited for you to say sorry.
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Feb 13, 2010
Today dad visited me. He invited me to go shopping, and after we visited some shops, I realized that I don't feel like buying any clothes. We just bought some oranges and a pizza,which I shared with Nicoleta and Madalina as well.
I haven't eaten pizza in a while. It reminded me of the huge pizza we bought when Derik was here...
I told him that I need a passport and he explained to me everything I need to get it. He also wanted to know how much the ticket will cost, which means that he's really serious about it.
But I have a problem.
My sister and mom need money for some medical problems and I need money to go to Belgium. Dad doesn't have the greatest salary ever.
Now I'm asking myself: what do I do? What is more important? Can we handle both of them? I want to visit my boyfriend, I miss him so much and if I don't visit him this summer, I don't know what will happen with us...
Dad told me not to tell mom about the passport. I understand. I'm so thankful to him for everything he has done and is currently doing for me. I just want to know if he can handle this, but I'm so afraid to ask him...
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Feb 12, 2010
Time flies... And with it, we walk trough life so fast without even noticing that we're getting older. Everything comes and goes, stays for a bit and leaves, not giving us the chance to realize that we're only ghosts wondering through time and space.
Now that I'm 16, I look back and realize that there are many things that I should have thought twice about before doing them or some mistakes that I'd like to repair but I can't anymore. We only have one life and we can't go back in time (yet) to undo some of our actions, so we should really think about what we're doing, because we won't be able to do anything about it when we realize that we wrong.
I'm pretty OK with what I've done until now, but I guess there are some things that shouldn't have happened, but hey, no one's perfect.
My life got better and better once I started dating Derik ten Napel, my soul mate. Happiness and love reappeared in my heart and with his help, I started enjoying life again.
This was the best birthday ever, mostly because I spent it with my lover. I got such a beautiful present from him that I will never forget: a necklace in the shape of a heart. Half of it is mine and the other half is at Derik. The necklace is very significant for us, keeping our hearts together and one day, the necklace will become intact again. That day, my happiness will be complete.
Until then, I'm going to live my life and enjoy everything as much as I can. Derik will make sure of it.
I love you!
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Jan 28, 2010
“Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the the universe.” (Einstein)
Sometimes it just amazes me how stupid can some people be. If stupidity would hurt, many people would die in horrible pains, especially the Romanian people...
I'm really ashamed to say it, but it's true: Romanians need to seriously rehab their behavior. And it should happen as fast as possible, or everyone on this planet will suffer one way or another because of it.
I never said that I am too bright or anything, but seriously... If you want people to respect you, try to respect them first. If you insult and treat them like you are superior, you will not get anything except fear and disgrace.
If I continue writing I will get angry or something so I guess I will end this here. Have a good day!
I never said that I am too bright or anything, but seriously... If you want people to respect you, try to respect them first. If you insult and treat them like you are superior, you will not get anything except fear and disgrace.
If I continue writing I will get angry or something so I guess I will end this here. Have a good day!
broken roses
Jan 27, 2010
Making mistakes is what makes us human, but I wish I wouldn't do it that often. I don't even know how to start...
You're such a great person, a great friend, a great lover and you have such a soft heart. I want to thank you for being so patient with me because I know it's so damn hard. I know that you suffer allot and maybe sometimes you wish that...
But I want you to know that I love you. Yes, I love you like I never did before and even if it looks like it sometimes, I never stop loving you. Never...
Your love makes me so happy, your words will my heart with joy, you are able to do something that no one else can in such a simple way: by just loving me...
All the stupid stuff that I do, all the stupid words that I say, my stupid behavior, it's all because... because I miss you... I've been missing you so much since you left, so much that my heart wanted to stop it by eliminating the cause of her suffering: you. That made my act colder and do everything that I did, but I don't to do it anymore.
I love you and I don't want to stop it... ever. That's why I need your forgiveness. I want you to forgive this suffering soul that needs your warm embrace, this soul that feels so cold in the night without you...
Please... Forgive me...
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Jan 26, 2010
"I always felt that the great high privilege, relief and comfort of friendship was that one had to explain nothing." (Katherine Mansfield)
Friendship...one of the most intriguing relationships that mankind can develop. It can be so strong, so powerful, so sweet and kind, but sometimes it turns to be so sower...
From my personal experience, I can say that real friendship is extremely rare. There are so many things that interfere with that sweet feeling of having someone close to your heart, someone you can trust and respect, someone that won't leave you at hard times.
Times have changed and now friendship is seen as something that must give you some advantages. If it's not like that, people aren't interested in being friends with you.
When you're friends with someone, some kind of love feelings start appearing. You start caring for the person that represents your friend, you want to protect them, you want to show them that you'll always be there and that they'll always have a shoulder to cry on, you want to mean something in their lives.
Sometimes, from true friendship rises love. It's something wonderful and very well built. Seeing that you already know your partner as a friend, it'll be easier to love and understand them.
That's what happened with me and my boyfriend, and I'm so happy that it was like that! It made everything so much easier! My love for him grows with every day that passes, and I can find in him a lover as well as friend. It's so wonderful knowing that my best friend is the one that I'll be spending the rest of my life with!
"The best things in life are never rationed. Friendship, loyalty, love, do not require coupons."
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Jan 25, 2010
Why are you trying to be someone else? Why are you lying to yourself? Can't you see? Being like that... For what? Who are you trying to impress? Do you think you look prettier? Cuter? More beautiful? Sexier? More attractive? Maybe... probably... yes...
Yes, you are right, I'm doing it. Just to make me feel better about myself, having to believe something that is not true. I wonder if it's good like this. Well I feel better. I don't know about the others. They probably like it more than the real me. I personally do.
You're being so selfish, trying everything just to find some fake peace... misery...
I know, and I accept it.
You're so weak...
Please, I don't want to know that... Lying to myself is all I've got left. It gives me an apparent strength...
Liar...
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Jan 23, 2010
The sun will always rise. Every morning, every day, after every rain, he'll be on the sky shining and warming up the Earth.
You are my sun, my Earth, the air that I breathe, the water that I drink. Without you, I have no reason to live. That's why, please, don't make my life become useless. Please stay with me and show me what real happiness is. Show me that the world can be better. Show me the sound of heaven. Teach me the words of love by letting them lie on my heart.
Don't let the cold wind get into our warm spring. Don't let others take what we've build over time. Don't let them take us apart. Don't let time or space turn us into strangers.
Let's show the world what we can do, what we can realize and build by only loving each other. Let's not make them believe that we're only two leaves that are randomly falling together, but two birds that found their wings and built a nest of love and happiness together.
Our dreams met, our feelings found each other after a long time of waiting. We are now together, as we were meant to be. Together, body and soul.
So let's make this love last for ever and let's prove the world that soul mates exist.
Ek is lief vir jou, Derik ten Napel.
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Jan 22, 2010
What do you do when you're lost and alone? You can't call anyone's name, you can't feel anyone's warm, secure hug, you just fall into the deep, dark, cold loneliness, where only you can save yourself... or try to...
How can you decide on something that affects everyone around you?
What do you choose between your happiness and someone else's happiness?
Do you think you can choose? Yes, you can. You just have two options: you either destroy your dream, or theirs. Do you think you can do that?...
Humans are funny. They're always thinking that they're helping others but in fact they're just being selfish like everyone else in this world, they just don't know it. And the day they find it out, it'll be too late. We can't change it.
Sometimes I wish I could turn into dust and let myself be carried by the wind's ephemeral arms. I would like to go anywhere, but not here. I would feel so free, having nothing to care about, nothing to worry for.
But everything is just a dream, an illusion that doesn't last for too long, like any other dream of mine.
And here I am, awake, alone, staring at this broken dream...
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Jan 21, 2010
Feelings are like raindrops: a multitude of them, always different and never alike. Sometimes they're weird, sometimes they're funny, happy and sad, melancholic and active and they have lots and lots of shapes and colors.
I was never too emotional because I never had to. Feelings were not made for me. I just don't like showing them, probably because I've always been a very quiet person who didn't have too many friends. But that changed over time and I started getting more and more friends until the end of the 8th grade, when I had to leave all of them and go to high school. but there I met other friends and other friendships started, which will end at the end of the 12th grade and so on. But oh well...
Life is pretty short and we must live it at full capacity, something that i don't really do. I'm the lazy-type boring person which doesn't do much with her life. Yeah, I have goals like becoming a psychologist and having a nice career, I want to learn dutch and move to Belgium to live with my boyfriend, but sometimes I feel that everything is useless. Maybe it's because I'm a teenager and I still don't know what I want.
I often wonder how my future is going to be. Will it be a bright one or will I just be an average person that no one heard of? I'll just have to wait and see...
Until then, I'll just live my life...
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O seara ametitor de calda. Intr-un fel, m-am saturat de vara, insa toamna si frunzele galbene ma fac melancolica. Prefer sa ma ascund in sfarsitul amarui al lui august, unde totul incremeneste.
Cam dramatica ziua aceasta, dar ce sa-i faci? Viata merge mai departe si fara compania unui prieten. Urc in liniste scarile, uitandu-ma nicaieri special. Sa fie acesta sfarsitul? Voi afla maine, acum sunt prea obosita sa ma relaxez.
Scartaind silentios, deschid usa ce duce spre mansarda. Ca de obicei, liniste totala. Imi place aici, ma pierd usor in micimea camerei aproape goale. Ferestruica din fata mea arata la fel ca ieri: mica si rotunda, forma caracteristica, de altfel, unei mansarde.
Imi amintesc de copilarie, sau incerc, lucru destul de greu, dat fiind faptul ca multe amintiri au disparut in viteza timpului ce nu vrea sa se opreasca macar o clipa, doar un moment, sa ma pot bucura si eu de liniste. Dar cred ca mansarda e destul de buna, e locusorul meu privat unde nimeni altcineva nu exista, doar cartile mele colectionate de-a lungul a saisprezece ani si vreo doua portocale pe o masuta, probabil de la bunica.
Cartile mele...sunt cam prafuite acum. Am uitat de mult de ele, fiind inlocuite de prieteni ceva mai reali, dar nu mai buni. Macar stiu ca ele nu ma vor parasi niciodata...sau rani... Cine stie, poate voi incepe sa citesc din nou, candva, dar...cine stie... In momentul de fata, nu stiu mai nimic. Nici nu vreau sa stiu. Vreau doar sa uit, sa ma acopar in mii de straturi de uitare dulce si amara, vreau sa gust linistea eternitatii nesfarsite invelita cu o coala alba.
Dar visul meu nu poate dura mult fiindca eu nu pot rezista lui. Daca ar fi sa analizez aceasta situatie, as realiza ca nu am rezolvat nimic. Sunt tot aici, singura, uitandu-ma pe geam. incercand sa urmaresc linia vietii mele de acum vreo doua saptamani, dar nu o gasesc. Ciudat lucru! Dar nu-mi pasa...
Mi-am dat seama ca e cald si as vrea sa deschid ferestruica, dar nu are rost, ca mai nimic din ce fac in ultima vreme, lucru ce parintilor mei li se pare intolerabil. Si inca o data, nu-mi pasa...
Poate sunt la varsta "cu probleme", cand nu stii cine esti, nici ce vrei, cand nu poti deosebi mai nimic si totul este indescifrabil. Poate asta e problema mea, avand in vedere ca am saisprezece ani si nici-un vis...
Dar e sfarsit de vara si nu-mi pasa...
Cam dramatica ziua aceasta, dar ce sa-i faci? Viata merge mai departe si fara compania unui prieten. Urc in liniste scarile, uitandu-ma nicaieri special. Sa fie acesta sfarsitul? Voi afla maine, acum sunt prea obosita sa ma relaxez.
Scartaind silentios, deschid usa ce duce spre mansarda. Ca de obicei, liniste totala. Imi place aici, ma pierd usor in micimea camerei aproape goale. Ferestruica din fata mea arata la fel ca ieri: mica si rotunda, forma caracteristica, de altfel, unei mansarde.
Imi amintesc de copilarie, sau incerc, lucru destul de greu, dat fiind faptul ca multe amintiri au disparut in viteza timpului ce nu vrea sa se opreasca macar o clipa, doar un moment, sa ma pot bucura si eu de liniste. Dar cred ca mansarda e destul de buna, e locusorul meu privat unde nimeni altcineva nu exista, doar cartile mele colectionate de-a lungul a saisprezece ani si vreo doua portocale pe o masuta, probabil de la bunica.
Cartile mele...sunt cam prafuite acum. Am uitat de mult de ele, fiind inlocuite de prieteni ceva mai reali, dar nu mai buni. Macar stiu ca ele nu ma vor parasi niciodata...sau rani... Cine stie, poate voi incepe sa citesc din nou, candva, dar...cine stie... In momentul de fata, nu stiu mai nimic. Nici nu vreau sa stiu. Vreau doar sa uit, sa ma acopar in mii de straturi de uitare dulce si amara, vreau sa gust linistea eternitatii nesfarsite invelita cu o coala alba.
Dar visul meu nu poate dura mult fiindca eu nu pot rezista lui. Daca ar fi sa analizez aceasta situatie, as realiza ca nu am rezolvat nimic. Sunt tot aici, singura, uitandu-ma pe geam. incercand sa urmaresc linia vietii mele de acum vreo doua saptamani, dar nu o gasesc. Ciudat lucru! Dar nu-mi pasa...
Mi-am dat seama ca e cald si as vrea sa deschid ferestruica, dar nu are rost, ca mai nimic din ce fac in ultima vreme, lucru ce parintilor mei li se pare intolerabil. Si inca o data, nu-mi pasa...
Poate sunt la varsta "cu probleme", cand nu stii cine esti, nici ce vrei, cand nu poti deosebi mai nimic si totul este indescifrabil. Poate asta e problema mea, avand in vedere ca am saisprezece ani si nici-un vis...
Dar e sfarsit de vara si nu-mi pasa...
broken roses
Jan 20, 2010
My life is...uhm..nice I guess. I'm not complaining.
Sure, there are lots of ups and downs, but that's how the cookie crumbles [Derik's line ^^].
I can't wait for summer!!! It'll be the best summer ever!!! I'll be in his arms again, holding his warm body against mine, kissing his sweet lips and whispering him how much I love him.
There's nothing better than being with your soul mate, the one that completes you, your other half.
I often wonder if I'm a good person... I'm not the one that can say this, it's the others. But since I don't really communicate with other people...uhm...they can't really say anything about me. Well I don't care anyway.
I never enjoyed sharing my life with other people, that's why I never had too many friends. But who cares? I only need one person: Derik. He is both my lover and my best friend, he is everything I need, everything I want, everything I wish for. And I'm happy. So incredibly happy.
Thank you, liefste Derik.
broken roses
Jan 19, 2010
Life is weird sometimes...
Not only that you can find the love of your life on the Internet, but you can also get to live in an apartment with two friends and no parents...
It sounds wonderful, huh? That's what I thought and... was I wrong or right? Only time can decide.
I'm happy with what I have now but I can't say that I don't wish for more. I do, but I'm patient. I was forced to do it and I guess it's a good thing.
But let's think about good things like my boyfriend, Derik.
Since I met him, my life has changed in a wonderful way.Thanks to him, I can say that I am truly happy.
His gorgeous eyes, his adorable smile, his great personality, his sweet random giggles make him perfect in any possible way. He is the one that I can finally call "my life partner", my hope, my necessity, my wish...
My everything...
Thank you
broken roses
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