nails tales: februarie 2013

marți, 19 februarie 2013

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"Dintre toate speciile literare – hai să zic mai bine: dintre toate felurile de a scrie – jurnalul e cea mai absurdă. Mâna ta stângă dă bani mâinii tale drepte. Notezi, pentru tine, ceea ce tu însuţi ştii de fapt mult mai bine decât cel care notează, căci durerea e autentică, pe când "mă doare" e o convenţie." - Mircea Cartarescu
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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