vineri, 10 iunie 2011

• If I die young ...



If I die young, bury me in satin

Lay me down on a, bed of roses

Sink me in the river, at dawn

Send me away with the words of a love song

Lord make me a rainbow, I'll shine down on my mother
She'll know I'm safe with you when she stands under my colors, oh and
Life ain't always what you think it ought to be, no
Ain't even grey, but she buries her baby

The sharp knife of a short life, well
I've had, just enough time

If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a, bed of roses
Sink me in the river, at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song

The sharp knife of a short life, well
I've had, just enough time

And I'll be wearing white, when I come into your kingdom
I'm as green as the ring on my little, cold finger, I've
Never known the lovin' of a man
But it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand, there's a
Boy here in town who says he'll love me forever,
Who would have thought forever could be severed by
The sharp knife of a short life, well,
I've had, just enough time

So put on your best boys and I'll wear my pearls
What I never did is done

A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I'll sell them for a dollar
They're worth so much more after I'm a goner
And maybe then you'll hear the words I been singin'
Funny when you're dead how people start listenin'

If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a, bed of roses
Sink me in the river, at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song

The ballad of a dove
Go with peace and love
Gather up your tears, keep 'em in your pocket
Save them for a time when you're really gonna need 'em,

The sharp knife of a short life, well
I've had, just enough time.

sâmbătă, 4 iunie 2011

• Durere. - Poemul sentimentului trait in profunzime !



Un moment de nebunie distruge valul des de tristete amara,  
Ce.mi impaienjenise sufletul, acum, ca si odinioara.
O clipa pura de neatentie sfarama dorul nocturn si inocent,
Ce.mi macinase gandurile, deseori, fara un motiv concret.

A ramas, intr.un colt, un cufar plin de batranete,
Ce-a ascuns ani de.a randul, momentele de tristete.
Uitata intr.un sertar, rupt de realitatea dulce,
Sta o scrisoare veche, pictata in lacrimi de sange.

Onorabil, adorat, inocent, demascat.