dedelina: j-le`

vineri, 17 februarie 2012

j-le`

Incapabil să pierd
inapt pentru fire,
alerg
în neştire.
Foarte greu mă primesc
să fiu cum sunt.
Locul ceresc
e sub pământ.
Iar pământescul
mănâncă de foame cerescul.

Mit - Nichita Stanescu

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lemon tree..

I'm sitting here in the boring room
It's just another rainy Sunday afternoon
I'm wasting my time
I got nothing to do
I'm hanging around
I'm waiting for you
But nothing ever happens and I wonder
I'm driving around in my car
I'm driving too fast
I'm driving too far
I'd like to change my point of view
I feel so lonely
I'm waiting for you
But nothing ever happens and I wonder
I wonder how
I wonder why
Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky
And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon-tree
I'm turning my head up and down
I'm turning turning turning turning turning around
And all that I can see is just another lemon-tree
I'm sitting here
I miss the power
I'd like to go out taking a shower
But there's a heavy cloud inside my head
I feel so tired
Put myself into bed
Well, nothing ever happens and I wonder
Isolation is not good for me
Isolation I don't want to sit on the lemon-tree
I'm steppin' around in the desert of joy
Baby anyhow I'll get another toy
And everything will happen and you wonder
I wonder how
I wonder why
Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky
And all that I can see is just another lemon-tree
I'm turning my head up and down
I'm turning turning turning turning turning around
And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon-tree
And I wonder, wonder
I wonder how
I wonder why
Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky
And all that I can see, and all that I can see, and all that I can see
Is just a yellow lemon-tree

radu stanca-doti

Da-mi la o parte valul si priveste !
Esti primul muritor care ma vezi.
Te-ai furisat in templul meu hoteste
Si-acum, ajuns aici, cunosti si crezi.

Ma socoteai iluzie abstracta,
Samanta din stravechiul Amon-Ra.
Si-azi cand ma pipai simti cum se contracta
In trupul meu de piatra inima.

Descopera-ma toata, cu-ndrazneala !
Si lasa-ti palma aspra si pe sani !
Asa cum stau aici, aproape goala,
Sint mai frumoasa ca un imn pagan.

O pulbere de-argint ma impresoara
Si raze lungi pe frunte-mi cad manunchi.
Tacerea care-acum te infioara
E sangele ce-mi susura prin trunchi.

Cand ochii mi-s inchisi, ciulesc urechea,
Iar cand o-nchid pe ea, din ochi pandesc.
Baga de seama ! Inima, stravechea,
Ca pe-un etern semnal, mi-o urmaresc !

Streinule, intrat aici hoteste !
Hoinarule, cazut in mreaja mea !
Ia-mi palma desfacuta si citeste:
Nu soarta mea e-n ea, ci soarta ta !

the lemon...

When I was just a lad of ten, my father said to me,

Come here and learn a lesson from the lovely lemon tree.

Don’t put your faith in love, my boy, my father said to me,

I fear you’ll find that love is like the lovely lemon tree.

Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet