vineri, 22 ianuarie 2010
Happiness in a broken vision
Un om prin lume trece. El nu e musulman.
Nici infidel nu este. Nu crede-n legi şi zei.
Nu neagă, nu afirmă. Dar vezi în ochii săi
Că nimenea nu este mai trist şi mai uman.
Mă dojeniţi că veşnic sunt beat. Ei bine, sunt!
Necredincios mă faceţi. Şi ce dacă-i aşa?
Puteţi orice să spuneţi pe socoteala mea.
Îmi aparţin. Pricepeţi? Şi sunt ceea ce sunt!
Omar Khayyam
luni, 21 decembrie 2009
vineri, 4 decembrie 2009
Alone
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
E.A.P
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
E.A.P
duminică, 29 noiembrie 2009
luni, 16 noiembrie 2009
sâmbătă, 7 noiembrie 2009
miercuri, 4 noiembrie 2009
miercuri, 28 octombrie 2009
luni, 26 octombrie 2009
duminică, 25 octombrie 2009
The Forever people
vineri, 23 octombrie 2009
luni, 20 aprilie 2009
duminică, 19 aprilie 2009
vineri, 3 aprilie 2009
luni, 23 martie 2009
miercuri, 4 martie 2009
luni, 2 martie 2009
joi, 19 februarie 2009
miercuri, 18 februarie 2009
marți, 17 februarie 2009
It is not sound
Dreams in digital
Scar
Sear
Thy every look and every grace
so charm whenever I view thee,
'til death overtake me in the chase
still will my hopes pursue thee
Then when my tedious hours have past,
be this my last blessing given
low at thine feet to breathe my last
and die in sight of heaven
Temptation
Undressed
Lonely in a cell
I still hear the voices of the wind
And rule at times great areas
Greater than you'll ever know
This moment leaves no time to think
The past is always limited
But in my dreams dwells everything
And never again shall I let you in
Insomnia
And restart
And be a part again
Unconsciousness will be your friend
And you burn my soul down
And create it again
All I did is now wrong
All I wanted is gone
Just sleep later
Angelica
luni, 16 februarie 2009
vineri, 10 octombrie 2008
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