September, 2017
La sorella della vita
POSTED IN classic poetry September 28, 2017
La sorella della vita – Sora vietii
Cu nimic nu se aseamana viata asa cum ii seamănă mortii.
Este sora ei. Nici o diferentă.
O iei de mână, ii asezi părul, o mângâi.
Ea iti dăruieste o floare si iti zâmbeste.
Ii ascunzi fata la piept
si-i auzi vocea : să mergem, este timpul.
Dar nu-ti vorbeste despre o deosebire.
Moartea nu se asază cu fata la pământ
verde si alba, si nu se culca într-un cosciug
alb. Se întoarce cu o figură imbietoare
ca să vorbească cu toată lumea.
Are trasaturi delicate si o fată dulce.
Maini usoare, tăiate în inima ta.
Cine simte în inimă acea mână
usoara nu mai ajunge să-l încălzească soarele.
Este la fel de rece ca gheata, si fără dragoste.
Edith Sodergran
In romaneste, Catalina Franco
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A niente come alla morte rassomiglia la vita.
E’ sua sorella. Senza differenze.
La prendi per mano, le lisci i capelli, le fai una carezza.
Lei ti regala un fiore e ti sorride.
Le nascondi la faccia dentro il petto
e senti la sua voce: andiamo, e’ l’ora.
Ma non ti parla di una differenza.
La morte non si stende faccia a terra
verde e bianca, o supina in una bara
bianca. Va in giro con un volto vivido
a parlare con tutti.
Ha tratti delicati, e un volto tenero.
Mani lievi, posate sul tuo cuore.
Chi si sente sul cuore quella lieve
mano, non giunge piu’ a scaldarlo, il sole.
E’ freddo come il ghiaccio, e senza amore.
L.Koch, Italian version
I feel like a woman
POSTED IN Music September 23, 2017
I feel like a woman
Let’s go girls! Come on.I’m going out tonight, I’m feelin’ alright
Gonna let it all hang out
Wanna make some noise, really raise my voice
Yeah, I wanna scream and shout
No inhibitions, make no conditions
Get a little outta line
I ain’t gonna act politically correct
I only wanna have a good timeThe best thing about being a woman
Is the prerogative to have a little funOh, oh, oh, go totally crazy, forget I’m a lady
Men’s shirts, short skirts
Oh, oh, oh, really go wild, yeah, doin’ it in style
Oh, oh, oh, get in the action, feel the attraction
Color my hair, do what I dare
Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free yeah, to feel the way I feel
Man! I feel like a woman!The girls need a break, tonight we’re gonna take
The chance to get out on the town
We don’t need romance, we only wanna dance
We’re gonna let our hair hang downThe best thing about being a woman
Is the prerogative to have a little funOh, oh, oh, go totally crazy, forget I’m a lady
Men’s shirts, short skirts
Oh, oh, oh, really go wild, yeah, doin’ it in style
Oh, oh, oh, get in the action, feel the attraction
Color my hair, do what I dare
Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free, yeah, to feel the way I feel
Man! I feel like a woman!The best thing about being a woman
Is the prerogative to have a little fun (fun, fun)Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy, forget I’m a lady
Men’s shirts, short skirts
Oh, oh, oh, really go wild, yeah, doin’ it in style
Oh, oh, oh, get in the action, feel the attraction
Color my hair, do what I dare
Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free, yeah, to feel the way I feel
(to feel the way I feel)
Man! I feel like a woman!I get totally crazy
Can you feel it
Come, come, come on baby
I feel like a woman.
Shania Twain
Happy Birthday, my Darling!
POSTED IN AUTUMN September 19, 2017
Happy Birthday to You!
LIVE LONG AND PROSPER!
Bielka
Big Eyes
POSTED IN Music September 18, 2017
Big eyes
With your big eyes
And your big liesI saw you creeping round the garden
What are you hiding?
I beg your pardon,
Don’t tell me nothing
I used to think that I could trust you
I was your woman
You were my knight and
Shining companion
To my surprise, my love’s demise
Was his own greed and lullabies
With your big eyes
And your big liesI noticed you got hot in summer
You had no comfort
Your shirt was cotton
Your face was sunburned
You paced around like you’d been waiting,
Waiting for something
Your world was burning
And I stood watching
As I looked down
The flames grew high
You watched me frown
I said good-bye
With your big eyes
And your big lies.Is it me, was I wrong
To have trusted you?
Did I see what I want,
What wasn’t true?
Was I wrong to go on
Like a little fool?
It’s amazing what
Women in love will do
With your big eyes
And your big lies.Lana Del Rey
Ma vie c’est toi
POSTED IN classic poetry September 17, 2017
Et si tu n’existais pas
Et si tu n’existais pas
Dis-moi pourquoi j’existerais
Pour traîner dans un monde sans toi
Sans espoir et sans regret.
Et si tu n’existais pas
J’essaierais d’inventer l’amour
Comme un peintre qui voit sous ses doigts
Naître les couleurs du jour
Et qui n’en revient pas.Et si tu n’existais pas
Dis-moi pour qui j’existerais
Des passantes endormies dans mes bras
Que je n’aimerais jamais.
Et si tu n’existais pas
Je ne serais qu’un point de plus
Dans ce monde qui vient et qui va
Je me sentirais perdu.J’aurais besoin de toi
Et si tu n’existais pas
Dis-moi comment j’existerais
Je pourrais faire semblant d’être moi
Mais je ne serais pas vrai.Et si tu n’existais pas
Je crois que je l’aurais trouvé
Le secret de la vie, le pourquoi
Simplement pour te créer
Et pour te regarder.Et si tu n’existais pas
Dis-moi pourquoi j’existerais
Pour traîner dans un monde sans toi
Sans espoir et sans regret.
Et si tu n’existais pas
J’essaierais d’inventer l’amour
Comme un peintre qui voit sous ses doigts
Naître les couleurs du jour
Et qui n’en revient pas.
Joe Dassin
Ma vie c’est toi
POSTED IN Music September 17, 2017
Ma vie c’est toi
Si tu veux, je serai ce pays
Quand tu auras soif d’exil
Je serai ce pont qui relie
Nos vies qui basculent sur un fil
Je serai cet arbre qui penche
Pour qu’ mes branches tu t’accroches
Et ce tapis de feuilles mortes
Pour nos quelques folies d’automne
Ma vie… Ma vie
Ma vie c’est toi
Ma vie… Ma vie
Ma vie pour toi
Je serai l’escalier qui mne
Au toit que tu auras choisi
Je peindrai les mots que tu aimes
Aux quatre murs de tes envies
J’irai au plus profond de moi
Te faire une place au soleil
J’irai o jamais on ne va
Si c’est pour que tu t’merveilles
Ma vie… Ma vie
Ma vie c’est toi
Ma vie… Ma vie
Ma vie pour toi
Je serai ce temps qu’il nous reste
Si c’est de l’amour qu’il te faut
Car l’univers qui me ressemble
C’est dans tes yeux qu’il se balance
Ma vie… Ma vie
Ma vie c’est toi
Ma vie… Ma vie
Ma vie pour toi
Pour toi.
Alain Delon
Birthday in September
POSTED IN AUTUMN September 17, 2017
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Bielka
The Skye Boat song
POSTED IN Music September 17, 2017
The Skye boat song
Sing me a song of a lass that is gone,
Say, could that lass be I?
Merry of soul she sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye.Billow and breeze, islands and seas,
Mountains of rain and sun,
All that was good, all that was fair,
All that was me is gone.Sing me a song of a lass that is gone,
Say, could that lass be I?
Merry of soul she sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye.
Robert Louis Stevenson
A child’s prayer
POSTED IN contemporary poetry, Stories September 11, 2017
A child’s prayerPlease, let me live, give me a chance
of life on Earth to have a glance,
Let me grow roots and let me shine
on this blue planet in decline.
When I was born into this Light
you all blessed me with great delight,
you all were filled with greedy thoughts:
“Our child will have money loads”!
You ripped this planet with blind eyes
you cut its trees, darkened its skies,
you killed the life to which you’re bound
searching for money all around.
Mothers and fathers please, redeem!
Listen to your children scream!
Life is a gift to receive once.
Do not destroy fragile balance!
I need not money to sleep tight,
to have fresh air and starry night,
serene to listen to birds’ song,
to feel that here I do belong!
Please let me live, let me grow old!
Stop searching for leprechaun’s gold!
Stop your greed, your badness, lust,
for me to have in Future trust.
For me to see the moon, the sun,
with birds and flowers to have fun,
for me to see a heaven blue,
to grow old kind, and good, and true.
Protect me from your evil deeds!
Stop lying! You don’t know my needs.
Do you want me to show you how?
For me, please, save the Planet now!
Maria Magdalena Biela
Nostalgia
POSTED IN AUTUMN September 2, 2017
Destin cand vine toamna
Mi-a cazut pe gura frunza
Unui ultim arbor frant
Moare vara, moare vara
Si vine toamna pe pamant
Ia-ti pe umeri haina groasa
Ia-ti flanelul tau rasfrant
Moare vara, moare vara
Si vine toamna pe pamantDesfrunziri, eu mai mor, tu mai mori
Infrunziri si-nviem uneori
Nu-mi ajungi
Si n-avem timp in fiecare scurta zi
Asteptam nopti mai lungi
Sa ne putem si noi iubiMi-a cazut in noapte mana
Cand am vrut sa te descant
Moare vara, moare vara
Si vine toamna pe pamant
Unde e caldura verii
Pasii nostri unde sunt
Moare vara, moare vara
Si vine toamna pe pamant.
Adrian Paunescu
