"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 December 23, 2012

Music for my Love


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Black & White

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Thought

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Don’t Listen to the Voice of Fear

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I don’t crush the wonders corolla of the world, Lucian Blaga

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“I don’t crush the wonders corolla of the world
and I do not kill
with my mind the mysteries that i meet
on my way
in flowers, in eyes, on lips or graves.
Other people’s light
strangles the spell of the unpenetrated hidden
in depths of darkness,
but I,
with my light I increase the world mystery
and just as the moon with her white rays
does not reduce, but shivering,
increases even more the mystery of night,
like that I enrich also the dark horizon
with large shivers of holy mystery
şi tot ce-i neînţeles
and all that is not understood
is changing in even greater mysteries
under my eyes
for I love
aswell flowers, eyes, lips and graves.”

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translation: memyselfandela, 2012


Snowball, Shel Silverstein

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“I made myself a snowball
As perfect as can be.
I thought I’d keep it as a pet,
And let it sleep with me.
I made it some pajamas
And a pillow for it’s head.
Then last night it ran away,
But first – it wet the bed.”


Disturbed – Another Way To Die


Did you smile today??? I assure you that you will LAUGH!!!!
Thank you Schtiel.


for the sake of words

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Every day countless amateur writers do their best to express their reality, fantasies, beauty, pain, joy, love, hope and dreams, using words in various ways, some with more skill than others, but nevertheless WE ALL WRITE. Does it matter how much time it takes to put down our thoughts? Does it matter how many words we use? In the end all that matters is the feeling left after reading our story… And the story of a life is like a staircase, a spiral made out of small pieces layed every day, just like a talented painter taking thousands of hours for the hundreds of colours and textures that conceive a work of art…
Strangers will come inside our space, read, watch, think and judge us, calling us talented, cheap, silly, special or unique. The way they interact with us is a reflection of their past life, experience, level of culture, personality… Some will understand, some will despise, some will copy, some will smile, some will cry…
So you, that read this words of mine:
Write something awesome every day or once in a year, but keep writing. Believe in yourself. Be true to your heart and mind.

You are BEAUTIFUL.

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200 words

memyselfandela, 2012


metal

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no life for me
without metal
my one old true friend
in the storm

substance of my fiery soul
voice of my angry heart
colour of my passionate blood
spark in my shiny eyes

sharp as a sword
that cuts deep into the enemy
it empowers me to
carry on

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memyselfandela, 2012

 


Learning to walk again

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lost your signal
somehow
no idea when

gazing for you
in an absolute space
of silence

nothing left  to do
but learning to
walk again

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memyselfandela, 2012


Simply Rock



Paramore – Decode

“There is something I see in you

It might kill me, I want it to be true”


Ich dreh mich um Dich/I am revolving around you – Herbert Grönemeyer

“When you are fishing in turbid waters and it is dripping in your soul
When all the secrets are betrayed and you feel lost

I am revolving around you, I am revolving around you,
I imagine the bad look
I will take care of your tears, i will overpass all the tortures and all the sufferings
Even when you whine and whip yourself, even when you fight, when you get ripped
When everything gets darker, i will  lead you through the night

When the compass shows only heaven and hell, when your senses become blurry
When you can’t forgive yourself, nobody won’t extinguish your fire

I am revolving around you, I am revolving around you,
I imagine the bad look
I will take care of your tears, i will overpass all the tortures and all the sufferings
Even when you whine and whip yourself, even when you fight, when you get ripped.
Even when you get desperate, i will come by your side

What nobody knows I will find out for you
From every maze, from every blackmail i will let you out
I will extinguish every curse, i will guide you through the deepest valley
I will cut you away from the stakes of martyrdom, I will cut you away from the stakes of martyrdom

I am revolving around you,I am revolving around you,
I imagine the bad look
I will take care of your tears, i will overpass all the tortures and all the sufferings
Even when you whine and whip yourself, even when you fight, when you get ripped
When everything gets darker, i will  lead you through the night”

translation: memyselfandela, 2012


Cookie of the day

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Die Augen sind der Liebe Tür./ The eyes are the gates of love.


Herbert Grönemeyer – Was Soll Das


what if

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What if we could choose a place to watch everything from?
Well, the truth is we can always choose where to see things from. We can also tell ourselves what we want to believe at any given time.
We usually choose what is more suitable or comfortable to feed whatever we want to feed: our mind, soul, body, passions, fantasies, reality, objectivness, sensibility, fears…
But often, far too often we are puppets of our ego, for the ego, our best friend and worst enemy, it gives us discernment from going insane to living in this orderly chaos. Loving ourselves is what keeps us together, keeps us from crushing, pushes us forward in life, it empowers us to focus on clear objectives and makes us believe in of our own value, regardless of any interactions we might have with with the outer world…
Egoism – |ˈēgōˌizəm|…
An ethical theory that treats self-interest as the foundation of morality… Justified by the world we live in, by our experiences, by our cravings and needs…
They say there’s no pretending, we should think only of ourselves , of us and what makes us happy… for if we don’t we’re suffering…
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200 words
memyselfandela, 2012

Black & White

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Collective Soul – To Where The River Flows

Give me a moment
Got to get this weight up off my chest
Don’t feed me sorrow
Pain is a poison I digest

Find yourself another soul to hold
You think, you thought, I know
Off upon my journey I must go
To where the river flows

I’ll give you answers
To the questions you have yet to ask
Silence is beauty
Words they only complicate the task

Make no more wishes
All of my patience has been spent
Gods of the season
Lead me to my next incident”