Monthly Archives: February 2018
Coldplay
Falling out of paradise,
they dragged me down and broke my spine
and the glory
all glitter that I had is gone,
and I must forget,
but devils are dancing circles in my head –
I’m haunted;
dust is covering my tracks
it’s just the name I have I can’t forget,
I rose prayers to the only god I had
and He cruelly listened so I’ve left,
if I’d hold you tight as you once said
will my heart stop and my soul turn red?
the dream is fed with blood and need,
and I am people wondering –
I hope you understand
the stars are purple to the end…
Who is Alice
Who is Alice, I don’t know…
where is she I want to go,
who is Alice, will you show,
authors writing poems with her words
and the eyes that shine turn to rhymes,
who is Alice, she is always near
all I have is to reach and feel,
grab her hand, then walk and kneel…
Who is Alice dressed in blue
her heart is painted wide in you,
who is Alice dancing in the snow
she’ll open up your chest and see your soul,
and the wrong ways that you took
she may forgive if told the truth,
and all she asks is to love her back
to keep her in the arms she’s gave…
C’est qui la fille que je connais
Alice c’est qui, cette belle qui me voyait,
elle reste assisse sur son coté
au bord d’une rêve Alice souriait,
elle me retrouve à chaque fois sans me chercher
courir devant un train de fées,
Alice t’es où parmi des infinites pensées
t’es qui toi Alice, plus qu’une chère aimée?
Cine este Alice, oare o cunosc
cu aripile întinse între răsărit și apus,
și unde ești tu Alice oare am să știu
într-o seară fără de păcat vorbele ce scrii,
unde ești și unde am plecat
peregrini pe căile ce le-am uitat,
vino dragă Alice să pictăm cocori
printre inimi preschimbate-n nori….
Time
Little baby love, how do you live,
will you one day tell me stories of the things you did?
Books to put back on the shelf,
our time is written in the words we spell…
Will you ever do forget,
or will you feel regret of the day I made you bleed
and all the awful things I dream,
the music and the Virgin by the wall,
there must be a time where I have lost it all….
Little wonder love, are you really gone?
The castle that I’ve built looks empty now,
it wears your name on each of things I’ve left behind
and when I took the shot, you were holding tight my heart –
Do you every once in a while expect,
that a feeling in the ashes never ceased to burn,
that a God, if still exists, may draw a path,
to find young portraits that will hold the paint,
and never cross that time alone?
Un Jurnal Neverosimil 