November’s gone, it’s been a while
and March may never come again,
it’s one step left to fill the distance
I wonder what it takes to fly and what it takes to fall,
toast and coffee in the morning
dining scarcely long past dusk
the perfect equation is what I’ve drawn on paper
life is square and love seems measured,
is this the leap one’s asked to take
when rains come cold in late December,
pouring wine and making pudding
all is white yet nothing to remember…
I’m a lover, I’m the Sun,
wondering reason and a question in the making
If I’m breathing tell me why
will I love you, will I be the One?
arms unveiled to the skin
when I’m walking do I ever sing?
I am slowly falling,
will you care to hold my hand
the words are all the same…
show me that you care,
steps towards the lightning
write me stories if you dare…
I’m a sinner, rolling in the dark,
feet cold no shoes I am drawing stars,
and the water in your eyes
wash my chest don’t say goodbye
my arms are growing feathers
we are angels nursing prayers in the night…
Rock and roll took my soul
this demon crawled inside and put fire to my bones,
it came hot like bad emotion
pressed hard, turned fast on the highway to the heart,
I find myself completely lost
Oh give me dear God a sharper sense to seize the danger!
drums are everything I hear
while dancing with a stranger the darkness feasts on fear,
where do my notes begin?
black tea once a Tuesday evening ended faster than it should,
I wonder if it really would
for sleeping on the music makes the lyrics fall in place…
…
It was late night September 33
moments after serving cake on candle light,
the groom got sparkles in his eye and everybody cheers –
we are dancing,
worlds apart we are never near
and messengers go back and forth with fear,
coming down from stars in purple dress
once burnt it turns to dust nonetheless…
It was two past midnight on September 33
I got a cab ride from the venue to my dreams
and glitter shines above the petrol park
while my best friend walks in tandem silently,
I would have lit a cigarette, would have drank some wine
but words was all I had and sent them all to you,
the page I turned was empty painted blue
and I became a stranger sailing through…
Good morning, good night
this is how it passes by, my time,
I am selling stories, sweet little lies alright
it is getting old and easier, I’ve been told,
so I took a white empty card,
wrote down words and question marks
and played poker with the heart…
My house is built on wrong,
the sun eludes the backyard every time
in pitch black night there is no moon,
no windows, only bricks up to the clouds,
the postman never comes
carols are like apples when they fall,
and it’s frozen, raining cold…
Good night, sleep tight my love,
roll down dreams to keep them flowing,
pour it slowly and fill our glasses
naked water for the conscious drowning,
because noses can not smell beauty
hands can not touch without the skin
and eyes, eyes need light to see…
1. The Blue Stones – Magic
2. Mighty Oaks – Raise a Glass
3. The Revivalists – It Was A Sin
4. Naughty Boy, Mike Posner – Live Before I Die
5. Cigarettes After Sex – Heavenly
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October ends in Paris, once more the barrel’s filled
I’m missing up nobody but feelings I have willed,
the church’s tower burned down to the ground
now you see the skies when kneeling at the holy crown
rains wash out your sorrows and you dry up in the sun
and wonder if your writing could paint the story right…
The trains you used to book have never ceased to run,
where Pissarro still brushes up on the rue de l’Hermitage
you’ve slept on air with roaches running errands in the dark,
while the cold steps to the showers woke you every time
you gave it from your heart and could follow far beyond
all you asked in change was loving not some nickles in a jar…
October ends in Paris and November follows close
in a wagon in a forest on this day they stopped the war,
drinking wine to celebrate I keep the wishing to myself
for I have won this battle yet soreness hardly ever fades,
‘What happens to the Heart?’ asked Cohen from the side
‘You see, I knew about the ending’ was all I’ve ever got…
1. Kodaline – High Hopes
2. The Luminieers – Gloria
3. Cocoon, Lola Marsh – I Got You
4. Imagine Dragons – Birds
5. Coldplay – A Head Full of Dreams (Live in São Paulo)
Gândurile mele s-au blocat –
un circuit sinaptic a căzut în reflecție la o intersecție neurală
și problematica dezbătută creează incertitudine,
picioarele sunt blocate între înainte și înapoi
peretele abdominal freamătă sub tensiune
iar brațele sunt ramuri cu degete încleștate în aer…
Din lobul frontal se scurge ca un pârâiaș, nimicul
alunecă peste coaste, ocolește rotula dreaptă
și hrănește o baltă rece și neagră cu gambe de cocostârc,
iar lumina rămâne suspendată la un picometru de retină
astfel încât percepția este acaparată de beznă
într-o singură secundă când existența devine un paradox…
Hey there Alice, where are you now?
It’s been years since we let our guard down
and the weirdness grew like a garden flower,
oh dearest Alice, I wonder,
if purple stars keep shining
or is it just a thought that I’ve once had
a little sparkle that was only in my head?
Oh Alice, I really hope you are doing great
in that pretty world that used to be so swell,
do you remember the poppies in the fields
upon a cup of coffee in a little lucky town
you flew them home,
and we both got on that plane
but we’ve never gotten back the same…
Hey Alice, what’s your latest favorite song?
could it be a little lion or the western stars,
mind me not for I live just fine
ironically, in the city I disliked,
Alice that I always love and always hurt
were you to see a candle shining in the dark
would you come or would you part?
Un Jurnal Neverosimil 