marți, 14 iulie 2009

morgana

She never took the train alone
She hated being on her own
She always took him by the hands
And say she needs him
She never wanted love to fail
She always hoped that it was real
She'd look him in the eyes and said believe me.
And then the night becomes the day
And there’s nothing left to say
If there's nothing left to say
Then something’s wrong.

And as the hands would turn with time
She'd always say that she was mine
She'd turn and lend a smile,
To say that she's gone.
But in a whisper she'd arrive
And dance into my life.
Like a music melody,
Like a lovers song.

Oh tonight, you killed me with your smile.
So beautiful and wild, so beautiful.
Oh tonight, you killed me with your smile.
So beautiful and wild, so beautiful and wild.
Through the darkest night
Comes the brightest light.
And the light that shinesIs deep inside.
It's who you are.

You can tell by the way
She walks that she’s my girl
You can tell by the way she talks she rules the world
You can see in her eyes that no one is her chi
She’s my girl my supergirl
And then she’d say it’s ok
I got lost on the way
But I’m a supergirl and supergirls don’t cry
And she’d say it’s allright
I got home late last night
But I’m a supergirl and supergirls just fly
And then she’d say that nothing can go wrong
When you’re in love what can go wrong
And then she’d laugh the night time into the day
Pushing her fears further along
And then she’d say it’s ok I got lost on the way
But I’m a supergirl and supergirls don’t cry
And she’d say it’s allright I got home late last night
But I’m a supergirl and supergirls just fly
Then she’d shout down the line tell me she’s got no more time
Cause she’s a supergirl and supergirls don’t cry
Then she’d scream in my face tell me to leave leave this place
Cause she’s a supergirl and supergirls just fly
She’s a supergirl a supergirl
She’s sowing seeds she’s burning trees


astept ca fedaykinn sa scrie despre naluci:)

3 comentarii:

  1. *** Fata Morgana ***

    I will receive communion with seawater
    distilled from your body drop by drop
    in an ancient Algerian copper cup,
    as pirates did before the battle.

    Ocean oyster engages the light.
    Taste of pomegranate peel, acrid quince
    and the unspeakable tone -more bitter and more tart-
    like the one that Carthaginians put into vases.

    A leather sail, all smeared with wax,
    reeking of cedar-wood, of incense and varnish,
    Like the smell of the hold in an aging ship
    built back then at Euphrates, built there in Phoenicia.

    Golden grass veils their faces like a prophetic tripod.
    And a river of hot, molten tar,
    wild, impregnable, sinister,
    soaks the sinners that have loved you.

    Rosso Romano, purple of Damascus,
    glory of the crystal, wine from Santorini.
    The skinbag is bursting and the shepherd Appolo
    wets his arrows with venom.

    Fiery rust in the mines of Sina.
    The coating, that holy rust that gives us birth,
    it feeds us, feeds on us, and then it kills us.

    Candle, golden chalice and ciborium.
    Holy and sacred grip made from algae.
    At the Gate, two daemons bearing swords
    and three Angels with broken spears.

    Where are you coming from? From Babylona.
    Where are you going? To the eye of the cyclone swirl.
    Whom do you love? A gypsy girl.
    What is her name? Fata Morgana.

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  2. anonim 1..in primul rand am sa iti sterg comentariul,in al 2-lea rand am sa iti raspund in felul urmator:cand un om incearca sa construiasca ceva 1000 de nebuni se aliaza impotriva lui.cine il cunoaste pe fedaykinn,il cunoaste,cine nu vorbeste aiurea.
    anonim 2 thank you for the great poem:)

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  3. So beautiful and wild... Tot ce e frumos e salbatic, e departe pentru ca asa vrea sa fie. Si aproape intotdeauna, tot ce e frumos e trist...

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din cauza comentariilor rautacioase am activat moderarea acestora..asta ca voi,cititorii de bun simt sa nu cititi balivernele altora:)