"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 16, 2012

i carry your heart with me, E. E. Cummings

“i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)”  E. E. Cummings

memyselfandela, 2012

The 69 Eyes – Brandon Lee

“What would there be as the river of sadness turns into sea
Could there be another thousand stories like you and me
Wanted a heart, wanted a soul
More than anything else in this world
But we are doomed our flesh in wounds
I would never give in

Just like the moon does
We rise’n’shine’n’fall
Over you that I rise’n’shine’n’crawl
Victims aren’t we all”

Vasco Rossi – Siamo Soli

The Vision

Here’s the old child woman
shaman reaching beyond the visible
wild heart dead and reborn a million times
from the ashes of life and a million dreams.

World is a gate through which she travels
holding the hand of the living and embracing the dead,
silent as a rock, part of the same nature
that gave her a body to use for a lifetime.

Here’s the vision of truth,
Bow to the sight of the unspoken.
The fearless soul behind blinded eyes is
cutting the shadow from the light.

memyselfandela, 2010

Dawn / Alba – Alfonso Gatto

“Dawn will pass in a dream,
in the cold cold in every home
in the solitary blue of the sea.
And bare the world again.
The heart errupts with the red apple
glad to be hard.
In a forest of soft clouds and snow
well acres of green stirr up the sea.
Space amnesiac awakens
Through gently ventilated distances.”


“Passerà l’alba in un sogno,
al freddo freddo d’ogni casa
al solitario azzurro del mare.
E’ nudo il mondo un’altra volta.
Erompa il cuore con la mela rossa
contenta d’esser dura.
In una selva molle di nuvole e di nevi
pozz’acre di verde si rimescola i mare.
Lo spazio smemorato si ridesta
tra lontananze ventilato leggero.”


I wait for you / Ti aspetto, Alda Merini

“I wait for you and every day
I turn off bit by bit
and I forgot your face.
They ask me if my despair
is equal to your absence
no, it’s something more:
is an act of staring death
that I do not know how to give to you.”


“Ti aspetto e ogni giorno
mi spengo poco per volta
e ho dimenticato il tuo volto.
Mi chiedono se la mia disperazione
sia pari alla tua assenza
no, è qualcosa di più:
è un gesto di morte fissa
che non ti so regalare.”

translation: memyselfandela, 2010

Solitude, Octavian Paler

Solitude, by Octavian Paler

“You who return back home
and after closing the door
say “good evening”
you do not know what it means
to enter the door not saying a word.”


Singuratate, de Octavian Paler
“Voi care va întoarceti acasa
si dupa ce-ati închis usa
spuneti “buna seara”
voi nu stiti ce-nseamna
sa intri pe usa tacînd.”


translation: memyselfandela, 2012

Decalogue, Octavian Paler

Dedicated from the heart to Benjamin, expressed in drawings by Ada Muntean.

“1. Wait no matter how long.

2. Expect anything.

3. On the contrary, do not remember quite anything. The only good memories are the ones that help you live in the present.

4. Never count the days.

5. Do not forget that every waiting is  temporary, even if it lasts for a lifetime.

6. Keep repeating yourself that there’s no emptiness. There’s only our impossibility tu fill the emptines in which we live.

7. Do not put in the same place prayer and God. Prayer is sometimes a form of hope of the ones that do not dare to hope alone.

8. If this thought helps you, do not try to admit that you hope because you don’t have anything better to do or even to avoid the consequences of the fact that you’ve done nothing.

9. Bless the ocasion of belonging completely to yourself. Loneliness is like a whore that does not blame you of being egoist.

10. Remember that the Paradise was, most likely, a cave.”

translation: memyselfandela, 2012