vineri, 28 februarie 2014

Black Phoenix (part 6)

I wish you were here from dusk till down, so you will gimme shelter. So come on home, babe, because we are born to die and all those cemetery gates are opened for us. So, let's take a walk to remember, have a cigar and let me kiss you while your lips are still red because babe I'm going to kill, kill you.

miercuri, 26 februarie 2014

Traveling taciturn and tired (part 5)

Every day youu play with the light of the Universe. Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and the water. You are more than this white head that I hold tightly as a cluster of fruit, every day, between my hands. You are like nobody since I love you. Let e spread you out among yellow garlands. Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south? Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed. Suddenly the wind howls and bangs at my shut window. The sky is a net crammed with shadowy fish. Here all the winds let go sooner or later, all of them. The rain takes off her clothes. The birds go by, fleeing. The wind. The wind. I can contend only against the power of men. The stormwhirls dark leaves and turns loose all the boats that were moored last night to the sky. You are here. Oh, you do not run away. Youwill answer me to the last cry. Cling to me as though you were frightened. Even so, at one time a strange shadow ran through your eyes. Now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle, and even your breasts smell of it. While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth. How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me, my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running. So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes, and over our heads the gray light unwind in turning fans. My words rained over you, stroking you. A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body. I go so far as to think that you own the Universe. I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels and rustic baskets of kisses. I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

marți, 25 februarie 2014

Icy heart (part4 )

When you cut yourself, the wrekage of stars spills out. Every atom of iron in your blood once helped destroy a massive star. You only see what your eyes want to see. If I could melt your heart we'd never be apart; give yourself to me, you hold the key.

luni, 24 februarie 2014

Did my time (part 3)

I did my time so I want to be forsaken in twilight of her eternal youth!

I know that for you I'd paint myself any colour you like, because when you kiss me undead I stars shivering. And when you told me "Babe I'm gonna leave you" it was like a brain damage for me. Dawn's highway was your way and now I wait for you to come back from Cali, bacause baby did a bad, bad thing when he left me here alone. So do I wanna know if you come home for me or not? You are my beautiful dangerous but bad company.

sâmbătă, 22 februarie 2014

Closer to the Edge! (part 1)

If we're talking about poetic in a jam-session, then let it be poetic; because there is silence that can speak so much louder than words!

Today we have "Architecture" with combined styles, as you can see! Stay tuned for is more to come!


duminică, 16 februarie 2014

Endless adolescence

Chiar daca acum e inca rece afara, in aer e ceva calduros care aduce aminte de vara. Un strigat de bucurie percuteaza in toate timpanele si tot ce imi vine in minte e o sala de internet cu multe calculatoare in jur. O vreme in care nu existau telefoane mobile ci doar walkman-uri. Niste aparate foarte interesante de altfel, in care muzica avea alt sunet fata de toate plasticurile existente astazi. Era o epoca in care se asculta foarte mult Scooter, Atb, Blank and Jones, Armin van Buren, Dj Aligator, si lista poate continua la infinit. Atunci moda nu se schimba o data la 5 minute ca acum. Nu era ca acum cand iti iei ultimul model de iPhone si pana ajungi acasa mai apare inca unul...
Timpul avea alt ritm si viata avea alt gust. Si in ciuda tuturor prostiilor pe care le faceam cu totii, n-a patit nimeni nimic si nu a murit nimeni. Lumea era mai sanatoasa si fizic si psihic. Cateodata ma simt fortat sa traiesc in lumea de acum si imi place sa ma mai intorc din cand in cand sa fac cativa pasi catre trecut, catre momentul si locul in care ne-am nascut. Si intotdeauna e un sentiment placut la mijloc, chiar daca dup-aceea gustul amar al vietii prezente revine si maine e o noua zi in care o luam de la capat. Pana la urma ne dam seama ca ne place mai mult sa vanam decat sa ne bucuram de fapt de prada. Si intr-un final pe buzele tuturor ramane aceeasi intrebare: How much is the fish?

luni, 10 februarie 2014

The letter

Hey you! You were on the run, with high hopes when you left this shit called city! I guess you were born to run! I hope you'll hit your borderline. Some spaces here have echoes of you. And I also hope there won't be any bad rain for you, you beautiful dangerous person. Cherish the day and remain a smooth operator. And when you feel like it, come back and fill some empty spaces you left.

sâmbătă, 8 februarie 2014

Poetic Jam

She's like heroin sipping through a little glass. She wants nothing more but to be a little whore. I need someone to save her ass.

You don't want me, you don't need me like I want you, like I need you. And I want you in my life, and I need you in my life. You can't see me like I see you. I can't have you like you have me. And I want you in my life and I need you in my life.

It's only pain, it only hurts, I'm only down on the floor where I've been before. And I'll be here again though it hurts to lose you. It's only pain.

Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain. I love you still among this cold things. Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels that cross the sea towards no arrival. I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.

The lamp of my soul dyes your feet, the sour wine is sweeter on your lips, oh the reaper of my evening song, how solitary dreams believe you to be mine. You are taken in the net of my music, my love, and my nets of music are wide as the sky. My soul is born on the shore of your eyes of mourning. In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begin.

I love you! You gave me a walk to remember, you took me into the wild, close to the vanishing point, fast & furious sex in the city and you made me feel like little miss sunshine. You are my dark knight rockstar and I would walk more than 8 miles in the purple rain for you.

Si astfel, trupul dintru inceput al androginului fiind despicat in doua parti, fiecare jumatate a inceput sa tanjeasca dupa cealalta si sa se impreuneze cu ea: cuprinzandu-se cu bratele si tinandu-se strans impletite din dorul de a se retopi intr-o singura fiinta, incepusera sa piara de foame si, indeobste, de neputinta de a mai face orice altceva pentru ca nici una nu vroia sa faca nimic fara cealalta.

My struggle is harsh and I come back with eyes tired at times from having seen the unchanging earth, but when your laughter enters it rises to the sky seeking me and it opens for me all the doors of life.

Am un mare gol in minte cand ma gandesc la tine. Mi s-au ascuns gandurile? Ma-ntreb... S-or fi ascuns ele, dar durerea lor ramane.

My old man is a bad man but I can't deny the way he holds my hand. And he grabs me, he has me by my heart. Light of my life, fire of my loins, be a good baby, do what I want. Chasing me all over town 'cause he knows I'm wasted, I won't get out because I'm crazy, baby I need you to come here and save me. I'm your little scarlet, starlet. Kiss me on my open mouth ready for you. My old man is a tough man but he's got a soul as sweet as blood red jam. And he shows me, he knows me every inch of my tar black soul.

La moartea lui Narcis, florile campului s-au intristat si au cerut raului cateva picaturi de apa ca sa il planga. Oh, a replicat raul, daca picaturile mele de apa ar fi lacrimi, nu mi-ar ajunge sa-l plang eu insumi pe Narcis. Pentru ca il iubesc. Daca-l iubesc e pentru ca atunci cand se apleca asupra apelor mele imi vedeam propia reflexie in ochii lui.

A influenta pe cineva inseamna sa-i dai propriul suflet. Cel influentat nu mai gandeste cu propriile lui ganduri si nu mai arde cu propriile-i pasiuni. Pentru elvirtutiile nu mai sunt reale. Pacatele, daca exista intr-adevar pacate, sunt imprumutate.

Loud is the wind in your ears as you spin, as you look for the sun. Loud are the skies as you thunder your cries when your prayers are sung. Hard is the floor as the waves pound the shore of your wonds, roll up your sleeve.

Sitting & drinking red red wine, this is how you remind me that all the bad rain goes away because you've got those positive vibes and I know that baby did a bad bad thing, but I sit here comfortably numb having hihg hopes that you'll come back, dazed and confused, when the leeve breaks and I'll give you whole lotta love.

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times, in life after life, in age after age forever.

vineri, 7 februarie 2014

Rockstar Monsters in Hell!

So yeah, feeling Rock n' Roll in a yellow desert smelling of camels. Between cults and idiots I feel like making love with a fire girl in a bad company.

Acum ca sper ca am fost destul de explicit si am desenat spatiul si filmul, sa nu ne pierdem in detalii, zic. Corzile mele vocale incep sa devina tot mai "sexy" si asta imi place la nebunie. In curand o sa incep sa am vocea lui Ville Valo, sau nu o sa o mai am deloc. Asta din cauza convorbirilor in care ma pierd zilnic... Incepe sa nu-mi mai placa Ilie Moromete atat de mult, dar probabil e doar o faza. Trebuirle astea ma amuza la fel de mult pe cat demult ma intristeaza, dar se pare pana la urma ca e doar un drum initiatic mult prea lung. Vorba aia: "Omul cat traieste invata; si tot prost moare!". Ma uit in spate si incep sa zambesc. Ma cufund in fum alb intr-un spatiu negru si chiar daca e frig, soarele ala imi face cu ochiul tare de tot. Si nu, nu as putea sa renunt C. la toate lucrurile din jurul meu pentru ca asta ar insemna sa renunt la mine si mie imi place mai mult asa, citez, "feeling like a rockstar" on a holy mountain. I would see fire in oceans of time, but nevermind, 'cause you're a wild thing, an innocent child and a silent angel with a broken heart. I'm an assassin and I could be a devil to you, I could bite like a tarantula right through the skin and leave my poison dripping, because, Yeah! Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I fear no Evil for I'm the meanest son of a bitch in the valley and I was born into this! So face the dark and I'll teach you about fire in the blink of an eye, now drink the cyanide!

Iar pentru cei care nu au inteles nimic din acest lucru ii invit la un pahar de vorba sa fie lamuriti!

So yeah, NR, this post is dedicated to you as I promised.

So yeah, enjoy it and I hope it's "Poetic Jam" enough!