There was an impossible love,
a love no longer possible
yet there it was,
love,
that was long possible…
Sunday mood
You make me smile and I bring you waffles
there are roses in a jar and the coffee’s whistling,
hidden once more under the blankets
I read you stories from the morning paper
and Steve ran out and is waking up the neighbors…
Your opera stance is mostly garbage
but you have all of Mark Knopfler on vinyl
and that’s really fine for my dancing skills blow,
but when out walking our steps rhyme
and when indoors crying it’s like everybody died…
You worry too much where I imagine crazy stuff
and it’s bad for cholesterol and for both our hearts
but you make me smile and I make you pies,
I am an ungrateful bastard every once in a while
so I write you poems and you tend to forgive…
“Your mistakes are your best teachers”
no word about chicken in your fortune cookies
so I promised to stay up to the journey’s end,
when you look up at me I get warm and fuzzy
and hands lock like lovers on that bridge in Köln…
You gave me a painting and so many books to read
I have the plant you brought to groom and grow
and I live in France and have croissants everyday,
there’s a place you also love where I’d like to go
it’s up in the mountains not far from home…
For whom the heart tolls
It’s almost midnight
my thoughts went chasing falling stars,
in the long past dark
my eyes are writing hearts
and on a river sailing west
I kept a promise to my friend
I held the words and gave my chest
a longing for your head to rest…
It’s three minutes past
my arms are paddles in the grass
the rain is warm on my back
and I pour sand over my steps,
and in the silence that falls
I read chapters in the Psalms
and my heart tolls strong
without riddles or restrain…
Roses
Far away from home
swimming in the cold sea all alone,
I put trust in my Holy Father
then I shout the name I hold
and send waves to endless borders…
I believe in the stars I saw
there is more to it than a dark and silent whole,
they struck chords of a harp I own
and poured kisses in my soul –
I’m a thief and took your years and keep them locked,
Bruce may tell the stories in the end
but this day I quit rising walls that break
and start riding with myself…
New Year’s eve in Times Square and the sunrise at lake Braies,
I was blind and now I dream,
life is short and my shirt caught fire
and roses burn on a highway to the south
wild and free,
my heart is never tiered…
Faun
E marți, iarbă rece, nu sunt nori,
liniște –
pictez desculț, cu greutatea trupului, în culori predefinite,
un singur nor,
pot să trăiesc în amintiri?
Apă, curge peste mine și din mine,
sunt un izvor, sunt Faun
și sălcii îngenunchează,
înăuntru e foc –
e inima mea ce topește suflete…
Ieri am rănit o fecioară
și soarele s-a stins în cer de sânge;
e liniște,
ea s-a prelins peste stele
și gândurile-i sunt ramuri ce se hrănesc din mine…
Și caut,
o pânză goală pe care să adun flori,
o casă, o stâncă și un stejar
și brațe albe aruncate peste zări –
dragoste am!
Pont Neuf
I am dancing,
I have dreams I’ve never dared to have
dark is becoming a shade of the light,
my eyes shine,
I love you heart of mine, how could I have been so cruel?
mornings are a painting I once saw in France,
and then I did pray and confess –
I’d do everything with you once more
changing parts that played out wrong…
Be mad and let’s jump off Pont Neuf together
when in love we’re so much better,
I’ll build you a home
we’ll walk in the sky at noon together
you will wear sandals in the snow,
the words we spoke are forever
will you be there to rise a cross for shelter?
believe the world is better
and my thoughts will never shatter…
Hold on
Some mornings are sunny and warm
others full of rain and cold,
some days are asking to be enjoyed
and there are days you’d rather not,
but baby hold on
love’s a good enough reason to carry on…
Some trains are deserted and dull
as some are shared with half your town,
and the abandoned houses by the rails
there is always one of those somewhere,
but baby put your smile on
love’s a good enough reason to carry on…
Some people are rushing by to work
others rest their head on to the left,
reading books or headphones in the ears,
people keep dreaming in the same terms,
but baby hold on,
love’s a good enough reason to carry on…
Romanță
Cu picioarele desculțe,
aleargă gândul meu în roua rece
și cu aripile zări se scufundă în soare;
ridică ochii spre văzduhuri,
razele să îți sărute chipul
în timp ce îți fur o îmbrățișare…
Un Jurnal Neverosimil 