Heart rhythm

Si a nins...

Craciun Fericit!

Acum 21 de ani..

eram pe strada cu copilul de mana . Culmea iesisem pentru ca imi era frica sa stau in casa. Simteam ca ma sufoc. Am plecat cu baiatul de mana, avea 2 ani si 11 luni. Se tinea de pantaloni mei si cerea in brate . Mergeam pe mijlocul strazii si imi tremura sufletul in mine. Nu aveam in cap decat ca trebuie sa ajung la parintii mei. Eu locuiam pe Colentina , ei pe Mosilor. Cand am ajuns la pasajul Obor am intalnit taburile. Mai aveam asa putin de mers ,dar nu indrazneam sa trec de coloana militara. Stand in intuneric cu copilul in brate am realizat gravitatea situatiei. Imi venea sa plang de ciuda ca am fost asa iresponsaila. Apoi un zgomot puternic m-a adus la realiatate. Taburile pornisera si plecau . Atunci mai mult fugind am traversat pasajul si am ajuns la ai mei. Eram groaznic de speriata. Cand am intrat mama plangea. Eram derutata, nu intelegem ce se intampla. Apoi lovitura de traznet varul meu disparuse de langa Hotelul Dunarea. Colegii lui stiau doar ca a fost impuscat. Nu stiam unde e . Am luat masina parintilor si am plecat din spital in spital. Nu era nicaieri. Se facuse dimineata..........si ma gandeam sa merg la Morga. Atunci m-a oprit un militian si m-a intrebat unde merg. I-am spus . S-a uitat la mine , a dat din cap si mi-a spus : Du-te femeie acasa. Nu il vei gasi si risti sa ajungi si tu la spital. Era asa de trist omul ala... nu ii voi uita niciodata expresia . Nu am mai vazut niciodata un om asa de trist. Iremediabil trist. Ma intreb si acum de ce era asa trist. Atunci oamenii erau speriati , plini de speranta, furiosi, dar nu erau tristi. Cred ca daca mai traieste omul acela e trist si azi. Cred ca stia ca va urma o lunga perioada de tristete....

Ignore Moi :)

Fait comme s'il n'y avait jamais rien eu entre nous deux et continue ta route,
Oublie moi désormais,

Fait comme s'il ne s'était rien passé
Et accorde un laisser-passé à cette pauvre idiote qui t'aimais.

La prochaine fois que tu me vois,
Ignore moi, ignore moi.

Fait comme si tu me connaissais pas
Fait comme si j'existais pas
De grâce, ne me laisse aucun espoir.
Fait comme si tu m'avais jamais vu
Fait comme si je n'existais plus
Je préfère l'enfer au purgatoire.


La prochaine fois que tu me vois,
Ignore moi, ignore moi.

Fait comme si j'étais une étrangère,
A l'avenir je te suggère, chéri, ceci: ignore moi


La prochaine fois que tu me vois,
Ignore moi, ignore moi.

Fait sa pour moi,
La prochaine fois que tu me vois,
Ignore moi, ignore moi.

Sweet Memory

Watching the days go by it isn’t as half fun as it used to be
When I could reach out from the inside – the folds of your skin
Watching the sun rush by isn’t as half as good now it’s all silent ‘round here
Over the memory – the folds of your skin

And I never wanna spend another day, not a single moment from your side
No, I don’t even wanna spend another day, not a single moment from your side
Over the memory – the folds of your skin
Over sweet memory – and I can’t taste no other

Came running from nowhere fast, came stumbling at me through the dark
Breaking right through my skin – and I can’t taste no other
Came like lighting in my arms, came tearing through the night

Inside the memory – I can’t taste no other
And I never wanna spend another day, not a single moment from your side
No, I don’t even wanna spend another day, not a single moment from your side

Still running forwards and backwards and inside and outside your love
And over the memory – I can’t taste no other
Over sweet memory – I can’t see no other

Came like lighting through my heart – folds of your skin
Watching the sun ... by – I can’t taste no other

Ninge

This is my winter song to you.
The storm is coming soon,
It rolls in from the sea

My voice; a beacon in the night.
My words will be your light,
To carry you to me.

Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love?

They say that things just cannot grow
Beneath the winter snow,
Or so i have been told.

They say we're buried far,
Just like a distant star
I simply cannot hold.

Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?

This is my winter song.
December never felt so long,
Cause youre not where you belong;
Inside my arms.

I still believe in summer days.
The seasons always change,
And life will find a way.

I'll be your harvester of light,
And send it out tonight
So we can start again.

Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?

This is my winter song.
December never felt so long,
Cause youre not where you belong;
Inside my arms.

This is my winter song to you.
The storm is coming soon
It rolls in from the sea.

My love a beacon in the night.
My words will be your light
To carry you to me.

Is love alive?

η αγάπη είναι εδώ ( i agapi einai edo)

Multa sanatate Maestre Beligan

Azi Radu Beligan implineste 92 de ani, ii doresc multa sanatate!

O lacrima pentru Nichita

Finish

Alergam atat de repede incat
mi-a ramas un ochi in urma
care singur m-a vazut
cum ma subtiam,
dunga mai intai, linie apoi...
Nobil vid strabatand nimicul,
rapida parte neexistanda
traversand moartea.

Autor: Nichita Stanescu

Ieri

Ieri , m-am trezit foarte devreme. Ceasul arata ora 6..........of era sambata. M-am ridicat din pat si pur si simplu m-am simtit trista. M-am dus la bucatarie sa fumez o tigare, obicei rau reluat de curand, nici macar nu ma mai obosesc sa renunt la el. Am deschis fereastra, era ger. Prima dimineata rece din iarna asta, simteam aerul crud cum ma cuprinde si imi intra in suflet. Era inca noapte , zaream trotuarul luminat palid de un bec economic. Pe trotuar era un catel care tremura. Am luat haina din cuier si am iesit in strada, dar spre marea mea dezamagire nu l-am mai gasit. Stand pe trotuar am realizat ca eram cu picioarele goale in papuci. Era intuneric , frig si in cercul palid de lumina m-am simtit singura ..atat de singura incat mi-au dat lacrimile. Nu stiu, daca intradevar pe trotuar fusese catelul sau sufletul meu gol .....

Hold on to my heart

There's a flame, flame in my heart
And there's no rain, can put it out
And there's a flame, it's burning in my heart
And there's no rain, ooh can put it out
So just hold me, hold me, hold me

Take away the pain, inside my soul
And I'm afraid, so all alone
Take away the pain, that's burning in my soul
Cause I'm afraid that I'll be all alone
So just hold me, hold me, hold me

Hold on to my heart, to my heart, to me
Hold on to my heart, to my heart, to me
And oh no, don't let me go cause all I am
You hold in your hands, and hold me
And I'll make it through the night
And I'll be alright, hold on, hold on to my heart

A fost odata Nichita (31 martie 1933—13 decembrie 1983)

Decembrie... luna rece de iarna in care Nichita Stanescu s-a gandit sa... plece putin. Mi-a incantat adolescenta cu versurile lui , am plans pe versurile lui , am plans cand s-a dus . A fost o minune a noastra si ca orice minune s-a dus prea repede. Cate poezii minunate am pierdut, pentru ca au ramas nescrise? Nu von sti niciodata, dar vom sti mereu ce ne-a ramas si ca undeva acolo sus Nichita scrie poezii pentru ingeri.


Ce minune ca esti

E o întâmplare a fiintei mele
si atunci fericirea dinlauntrul meu
e mai puternica decât mine, decât oasele mele,
pe care mi le scrâsnesti într-o îmbratisare
mereu dureroasa, minunata mereu.

Sa stam de vorba, sa vorbim, sa spunem cuvinte
lungi, sticloase, ca niste dalti ce despart
fluviul rece în delta fierbinte,
ziua de noapte, bazaltul de bazalt.

Du-ma, fericire, în sus, si izbeste-mi
tâmpla de stele, pâna când
lumea mea prelunga si în nesfârsire
se face coloana sau altceva
mult mai înalt si mult mai curând.

Ce bine ca esti, ce mirare ca sunt!
Doua cântece diferite, lovindu-se amestecându-se,
douâ culori ce nu s-au vazut niciodata,
una foarte de jos, întoarsa spre pamânt,
una foarte de sus, aproape rupta
în înfrigurata, neasemuita lupta
a minunii ca esti, a-ntâmplarii ca sunt.

Sleep

Hear your heartbeat
Beat a frantic pace
And it's not even seven AM
You're feeling the rush of anguish settling
You cannot help showing them in
Hurry up then
Or you'll fall behind and
They will take control of you
And you need to heal the hurt behind your eyes
Fickle words crowding your mind

So
Sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in
Like waves of sweet fire, you're safe within
Sleep, sweetie, let your floods come rushing in
And carry you over to a new morning

Try as you might
You try to give it up
Seems to be holding on fast
It's hand in your hand
A shadow over you
A beggar for soul in your face
Still it don't mater if you won't listen
If you won't let them follow you
You just need to heal

Make good all your lies
Move on and don't look behind

So
Sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in
Like waves of sweet fire, you're safe within
Sleep, sweetie, let your floods come rushing in
And carry you over to a new morning

Day after day
Fickle visions messing with your head
Fickle, vicious
Sleeping in your bed
Messing with your head
Fickle visions
Fickle, vicious:

Sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in
Like waves of sweet fire, you're safe within
Sleep, sweetie, let your floods come rushing in
And carry you over to a new morning

Tiny tears

You've been lying in bed for a week now
Wondering how long it'll take
You haven't spoken or looked at her in all that time
It's the easiest line you could break
She's been going (about) around her business as usual
Always with that melancholy smile
But you were too busy looking into your (affairs) head
To see those tiny tears in her eyes

Tiny tears make up an ocean
Tiny tears make up a sea
Let them pour out, pour out all over
Don't let them pour all over me

How can you hurt someone so much your supposed to care for
Someone you said you'd always be there for
But when that water breaks you know you're gonna cry, cry
When those tears start rolling you'll be back

Tiny tears...

You've been thinking about the time, you've been dreading it
But now it seems that moment has arrived
She's at the edge of the bed, she gets in
But it's hard to turn the opposite way tonight

Tiny tears...

azi

Tristete

In ultima perioada sunt invadata de o tristete fara margini. Imi place sa cred ca sunt o persona care isi asuma si reusitele si greselile. Am gresit de multe ori in viata,dar ca acum niciodata. Nu stiu cum sa o indrept,incerc , dar pe zi ce trece imi dau seama ca nu sta in puterile mele. Atunci cand ranesti tot ce ai mai drag pe lume nu ai nici o scuza. Da, stiu , trebuie sa primesc pedeapsa.........o primesc deja. Ce ma doare cel mai tare e ca nu pot indrepta raul., trecutul nu se poate schimba.

Vin Sarbatorile

De ieri la radio ne "asasineaza" cu melodii specifice Craciunului . Imi vine un gand ...E cam devreme, desi peste 2 zile vine Mos Niculaie. Devin nostalgica..........Cand eram copil cel mai mult ma bucuram de Sarbatorile de Craciun. La mine a venit intotdeuana Mos Craciun. In primii ani de gradinita si scoala eram oarecum nedumeriata la alti copii venea Mos Gerila . Apoi , am aflat ce e si cu Mos Craciun si cu Mos Gerila.........dezamagire, maturizare... Anii au trecut si intotdeuana Craciunul a ramas cea mai frumoasa sarbatoare din viata mea. Au aparut copiii , cat ma luptam sa le gasesc cate ceva frumos si deosebit de Craciun. Era o provocare placuta care ma umplea de viata si speranta. Si acum simt ca ma prinde "febra sarbatorilor" ............of , dar de ce simt melacolia . Am sperat atat in ultimii ani ca va fi mai  frumos , mai liniste .... Oare o sa pot trai un Craciun asa ca in copilarie? Acum 3 ani , mi-am implinit un vis : am avut un brad de Craciun ca din povesti, perfect.... A fost o  bucurie partiala, dar a fost. Poate am pretentii prea mari. Oricum , sper ca va exista un Craciun perfect, pana atunci ma bucur de cele ce vin in fiecare an.

De inceput

Nu stiu, inca ,de ce mi-am dorit acest blog! Poate aveam nevoie sa astern gandurile ce ma invadeaza uneori. Azi nu e  un moment benefic . M-am blocat putin. Poate maine va fi mai bine.