Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Metropolitain
Foto : Andra, organism creator cu valente mistice
Mi-am impartasit de cateva ori prietenilor apropiati visele cele mai bolnave sperand ca le au si ei pe ale lor. Fals.
Asta ma face sa cred ca posed fie o imaginatie prea bogata in sens absurd, fie o suferinta de tip toxic a creierului.
Adica ce imagini tampite poti ingurgita peste zi ca melanjul inconstient din timpul somnului sa-ti faca tabloul unei petreceri la care cd-playerul datator de ritm si armonie este un gras de 40 de ani, balos si plictisit, cracanat pe canapea, un hermafrodit caruia cd-urile in continua miscare ii sectioneaza labiile pana la pubis.
De fiecare data ma uimesc si ma bucur ca principiile salubrizarii in scopuri curative functioneaza si la nivelul mintii umane astfel incat ii asigura o oarecare buna functionare constienta. Iar de psihanaliza nu m-as apuca decat in compania lui Freud insusi.
Sa ne intoarcem.
Emmanuel Santarromana - Metropolitain
Monday, September 14, 2009
October Daze
Foto : Andra, zambet mut in fiecare din noi
Asa cum au venit se duc incet toate culorile verii.. Se risipesc ca literele unui cuvant a carui insemnatate nu am descoperit-o inca..Albul luminii de zi, linistea impunatoare a casei albe..pasii care-au calcat-o si mi-au calcat constiinta pentru totdeauna intr-o singura vara pe care n-o pot numi decat stranie...Prea multa incarcatura emotionala, sclipiri spirituale, revelatii si recaderi in "mecanismul greu al indoielii"..
Acum vocile se sting, zambetele mai staruie in mintea mea si stiu ca vor fi fost un episod dintre cele mai rare intr-o vara nebuna, nebuna de tot..
Vor urma desigur alte dulcegarii vinovate si nu prea, pentru ca sunt si vreau sa fiu intreg!
Toamna abia incepe.
I'm lingering, I'm lost
I'm floating nowhere like
A wasp in October
Summer's over and done
These empty dreams of mine
Are out of place and out of time
Is just a grain of sand for me
Seasons change
Memories fade
Daydreams fall like golden leaves
Another day
I'm watching dreams just slip away
The summer moon
Gives way to autumn's dusky bloom
Seeds I've sown
Are almost spent, I'm here alone
Wandering I roam
Beneath the half light of forgotten sunsets
Searching for my home
Inside this lonely place
I'm chasing shadows like a wasp in October
Fading in the wind
Seasons change
Memories fade
Daydreams fall like golden leaves
Another day
I'm watching dreams just slip away
The summer moon
Gives way to autumn's dusky bloom
Seeds I've sown
Are almost spent, I'm here alone
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Taya Tan
Foto : Andra, mecanismul greu al indoielii
O imbinare divina intre sentimente cantate si emotii desenate din prea plinul creator al artei asiatice.
Melodie traditionala japoneza, in interpretarea trupei Pink Martini.
Ochii tai seamana cu ai lor..trasi.mari.indurerati.
Taya-tan, taya-tan, taya-tan
Oh! My excitement!
Taya-tan, taya-tan, taya-tan
My heart is singing
When I come close against your chest
I play a song of love
Taya-tan, taya-tan, taya-tan
I am a guitar
Taya-tan, taya-tan, taya-tan
I am the one you are playing
Taya-tan, taya-tan, taya-tan
Oh! My secret excitement!
Taya-tan, taya-tan, taya-tan
My heart flutters
When I dream with my eyes closed
The strings on my chest tremble
Taya-tan, taya-tan, taya-tan
I am a guitar
Taya-tan, taya-tan, taya-tan
I am the one you are playing
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