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.

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