nails tales: another baby leave the nest.

marți, 10 august 2010

another baby leave the nest.

multi aleg sa ramana, altii sa paraseasca cuibul.

mai devreme sau mai tarziu.

se poate?

da, se poate!

se poate sa iei unele decizii grabnic, sa le regreti..

sau poti sa mergi inainte, fara teama.

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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