Mar 23, 2012
Rain in the month of March (Ploaie in luna lui Marte) by Nichita Stanescu
0 comentarii Publicat de Pure Wish la 3/23/2012 06:15:00 PMIt was raining infernally,
and we were making love in attics.
Through the sky of the window, oval,
the clouds were pouring in the month of March.
The walls of the chamber were
restless, under drawings of chalk.
Our souls were dancing
unseen in a definite world.
It will rain on your wings, you said,
it's raining with globes on the globe and through time.
It's ok, I would tell you, Lorelei,
my flight rains, with feathers.
And I was rising. And I didn't know were
in the world I had left the chamber.
You were shouting behind me: answer me, answer me.
what's more beautiful? humans?... the rain?...
It was raining infernally, completely insane rain,
and we were making love in attics.
I wouldn't want it ever to end
that month of March.
and we were making love in attics.
Through the sky of the window, oval,
the clouds were pouring in the month of March.
The walls of the chamber were
restless, under drawings of chalk.
Our souls were dancing
unseen in a definite world.
It will rain on your wings, you said,
it's raining with globes on the globe and through time.
It's ok, I would tell you, Lorelei,
my flight rains, with feathers.
And I was rising. And I didn't know were
in the world I had left the chamber.
You were shouting behind me: answer me, answer me.
what's more beautiful? humans?... the rain?...
It was raining infernally, completely insane rain,
and we were making love in attics.
I wouldn't want it ever to end
that month of March.
Wishes
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
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
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.
broken roses
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!
broken roses
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...
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
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