Arhivă pentru iulie 2012

Love, lies and truth quotes.

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Behind blue eyes


No one knows what it’s like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes

No one knows what it’s like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies

But my dreams
They aren’t as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That’s never free

No one knows what it’s like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you!

No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through

But my dreams
They aren’t as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have hours only lonely
My love is vengeance
That’s never free

When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it and lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act like a fool

And If I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat
And If I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat

No one knows what it’s like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes


The Who – Behind Blue Eyes

doar cuvinte rostogolite

drept lacrimi

nimic nu ramane

pe pleoapele arse

cateva note muzicale

si atat de multa

tristete …

words just rolled

as tears

nothing is left

on the burned eyelids

a few musical notes

and so much

sadness …

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What have I to give but my songs and my love, my dreams are yours to share
Give you myself and part of my world for both of us offer one prayer

Curved Air – Elfin Boy

Si gandurile in zbor ,

printre soapte de frunze …

Pierdute pe aripe de vise ,

culorile toate raman

atat de singure in crang

printre mesteceni ,

doar o umbra rosie am fost …

And thoughts in flight ,

among whispers of the leaves …

Lost on the wings of dreams ,

colors all remain

so alone in grove

through birch trees ,

I was only a red shadow …

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doar bronz as fi ,
topit in
dangat de clopot
ca o
tacere surda si muta …
amintirile ,
porumbei in clopotnita
intr-o inutila
zbatere ,
ca un
zbor frant …

I be only the bronze ,
in sound of bell
like a
dull and voiceless silence …
pigeons in the belfry
in a useless
struggle ,
like a
broken flight …

Mahavishnu Orchestra – You Know You Know (1971)

image from „Andrei Rubliov” by Andrei Tarkovski

Cu multumiri , pentru Misionara .

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Tamam Shud

Puteti alege :

* mister

* muzica

* poezie

caci fiecare se poate incheia cu : Taman Shud (it is completed) !

You can choose:

* mystery

* music

* poetry

because each can be concluded with: Taman Shud (it is completed) !


Doar palmele , obosite

imbratisand ochii

ce picura culori si taceri

printre vise

frumoase ar fi

crescute adanc

atarnate de ceruri

cenusii , tristeti

si ganduri

inchise …

Only palms, tired

embracing eyes

that dripping colors and silence

among dreams

beautiful would be

grown deep

hanging from heavens

gray, sadness

and thoughts

closed …

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Life of the Unlived


To let myself go
To let myself flow
Is the only way of being
There’s no use telling me
There’s no use taking a step back
A step back for me…


Ane Brun – To Let Myself Go

Intre si printre

zile desarte

vise rasfirate drept fum

poteca prin lacrimi

totul doar soapte

intre si printre …

Between and among

empty days

dreams scattered as smoke

the path of tears

everything just whispers

between and among …

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And if one day you should see me in the crowd
Lend a hand and lift me
To your place in the cloud.


Nick Drake „Cello Song”

Printre nori , doar muzica

tristilor ochi

inchisi intre lacrimi

corzile singure

canta si plang

amintirile noastre

ce dor …

Through the clouds, only music

of sadder eyes

locked between tears

single strings

sing and cry

our memories

that hurt …

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we live in a world of glass teardrops…


Si ne uitam ochii

gene in scara spre cer

doar lacrimile ce picura

spre seara

peste suflete

fara oprire

culori pierdute

printre amintiri …

Sweet Smoke – Baby night 1970

And we forget our eyes

genes in the ladder to sky

only tears that drip

in the evening

over souls

without stopping

lost colors

among the memories …

Jeremy and the Satyrs – In The World Of Glass Teardrops – 1968 original

Printre doua lumi , atat de diferite si atat de asemanatoare , pierdut printre ganduri … va multumesc tuturor pentru rabdare si sper ca va voi recompensa pe toti pentru tacerea mea . Si da , originalul merita efortul de a-l asculta pana la capat 😀 desi uneori , ambalajul induce in eroare . Acesta , ambalajul , se poate recicla , originalul ramane in veci 😀

Between two worlds, so different and so similar, lost among thoughts … thank you all for your patience and hope that I’ll reward everyone for my silence. And yes, the original worth listening to the end 😀 although sometimes the packaging is misleading . This , the packaging , is recyclable, the original remains forever 😀

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