"Here is my secret. It is very simple: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.."- Antoine de Saint Exupéry

Archive for November, 2012

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White


Love

frozen night
of shine flowing from the sparkly sky
smoke rising , entwined in mist
eyes filled of shooting stars
floating lace revealing the glowing moon
my arms around your soul
your heart around mine
love
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memyselfandela, 2012

 

 


The Moody Blues – Nights in White Satin


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Kiss


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Moment


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Rose


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Black & White


Wind

You’re like the wind through my tree
You ride in the night next to me
You lead me through moonlight
Only to burn me with the sun…


The Red Violin


Love Sonnet 116, Shakespeare

"Let me not to the marriage of true minds 
Admit impediments; love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no, it is an ever-fix'd mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his heighth be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved. "

you

laying your presence over my
tired shadow, bright stars shine
your soul bursts through my night
sorrow melts by your light, i reflect you
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memyselfandela, 2012


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As a matter of… cat


Crossroads, Joyce Sutphen

“The second half of my life will be black
to the white rind of the old and fading moon.
The second half of my life will be water
over the cracked floor of these desert years.
I will land on my feet this time,
knowing at least two languages and who my friends are.
I will dress for the occasion,
and my hair shall be whatever color I please.
Everyone will go on celebrating the old birthday,
counting the years as usual,
but I will count myself new from this inception,
this imprint of my own desire.
The second half of my life will be swift,
past leaning fenceposts, a gravel shoulder,
asphalt tickets, the beckon of open road.
The second half of my life will be wide-eyed,
fingers shifting through fine sands,
arms loose at my sides, wandering feet.
There will be new dreams every night,
and the drapes will never be closed.
I will toss my string of keys into a deep well
and old letters into the grate
The second half of my life will be icebreaking up on the river,
rainsoaking the fields, a handheld out,
a fire,and smoke going
upward, always up.”


This Is What You Are

“Take me up and let me down
Hold me when I’m sad
Take my eyes to look around
Take my ears to listen to the stars
This is what u are
Knock me down Knock me out
Make me feel shy
But when you hold me in your arms
I can just forget the tears I’ve cried
This is what u are
Write your number on my wall
It’s all u gotta do
Carve your shadow on my soul even when you break my heart in two
This is what u are
lala
This is what u are…”


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Black & White


The Flower Duet

“Sous le dôme épais où le blanc jasmin
A la rose s’assemble
Sur la rive en fleurs riant au matin
Doucement glissons de son flot charmant
Suivons le courant fuyant
Dans l’onde frémissante
D’une main nonchalante
Viens, gagnons le bord,
Où la source dort et
L’oiseau, l’oiseau chante.
Sous le dôme épais ou le blanc jasmin,
Ah! descendons
Ensemble!
Sous le dôme épais où le blanc jasmin
A la rose s’assemble
Sur la rive en fleurs riant au matin
Viens, descendons ensemble
Doucement glissons de son flot charmant,
Suivons le courant fuyant
Dans l’onde frémissante
D’une main nonchalante
Viens, gagnons le bord
Où la source dort et
L’oiseau, l’oiseau chante.
Sous le dôme épais ou le blanc jasmin,
Ah! descendons
Ensemble!”
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“Under the dome where white jasmine
With the rose entwines
On a river bank covered with flowers laughing in the morning
Gently floating on it’s charming risings
On the river’s current
On the shining waves
One hand reaches
Reaches for the bank
Where the spring sleeps and
The birds, the birds sing.
Under a dome of white jasmine
Ah! calling us
Together!
Under the dome where white jasmine
With the rose entwines
On a river bank covered with flowers laughing in the morning
Let us descend together
Gently floating on it’s charming risings,
On the river’s current
On the shining waves,
One hand reaches,
Reaches for the bank,
Where the spring sleeps,
And the birds, the birds sing.
Under a dome of white jasmine
Ah! calling us
Together!”

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translation: memyselfandela, 2012


missing you

silent scream
of wide open wings, trying to reach
a realm where’s noone but you,
dark road carrying your sweet burden
taking you out of fears
into the safe light,
bright eyes catching
every shine in the deep of your blue.
restless heart ravished by this beauty
of missing you

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memyselfandela, 2012


fire

the sky is burning
and so are my feelings
cohorts of diform ideas invading my mind
trace the anger mixed with the dust left
on the sole of my burning feet
from this unrreal
crepuscular storm shaking my whole being
on fire

“Fire”
Benjamin M. Prewitt
http://benjaminprewitt.com/

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memyselfandela, 2012


Rihanna – Diamonds


Heart of a Rose

Truthful, smiling and shred by a thorn
I love you with heart of a rose
From the ashes of yesterday new hope is born
This is the path I chose.

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memyselfandela, 2012


Simply Rock


Cookie of the day

“Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.”  Soren Kierkgaard


Cat’s Dream, Pablo Neruda

“How neatly a cat sleeps,
Sleeps with its paws and its posture,
Sleeps with its wicked claws,
And with its unfeeling blood,
Sleeps with ALL the rings a series
Of burnt circles which have formed
The odd geology of its sand-colored tail.
I should like to sleep like a cat,
With all the fur of time,
With a tongue rough as flint,
With the dry sex of fire and
After speaking to no one,
Stretch myself over the world,
Over roofs and landscapes,
With a passionate desire
To hunt the rats in my dreams.
I have seen how the cat asleep
Would undulate, how the night flowed
Through it like dark water and at times,
It was going to fall or possibly
Plunge into the bare deserted snowdrifts.
Sometimes it grew so much in sleep
Like a tiger’s great-grandfather,
And would leap in the darkness over
Rooftops, clouds and volcanoes.
Sleep, sleep cat of the night with
Episcopal ceremony and your stone-carved moustache.
Take care of all our dreams
Control the obscurity
Of our slumbering prowess
With your relentless HEART
And the great ruff of your tail.”


Amelie Soundtrack – Yann Tiersen