"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 27, 2012

never love too much

Your heart expands today…
Will it shrink tomorrow
just to make it all different ?

She enjoys being the one
to watch you sway
from a safe distance.

You can sing anything
still one thing is in her mind:
you could never love her too much.
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memyselfandela, 2012


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Silence

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What I am

What is life?
the tears cried?
the broken smiles?
some happy moments?

what is character?
the masks one wears?
his broken promises?
a helping hand ?

what is time?
the second keeping us apart from death?
a lifelong love?
the hour till I see you?

What I am?
this distance between toe and thought
where me, myself and I
feel the same solitude.
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memyselfandela, 2012


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A Love Story in Five Chapters

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Heaven is closed

“Only palms, tired
embracing the eyes
that drip colors and silence
among dreams
beautiful would be
raised in the deep
hanging from heaven
gray, sadness
and thoughts
closed …”

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Author: Schtiel

http://schtiel.wordpress.com/2012/07/09/tamam-shud/

translation: memyselfandela, 2012


Hating, Loving

“The sun with its heat, no matter how very brilliant
Cannot warm up a soul frozen by darkened dispair
Armies of words, more manifold than the army of Time
Cannot banish the love from a painful memory
Nor life can still find it’s secret sense
With death from poisoned ink, inside the gut the verses twisting
Thunders and lightnings, storms starting suddenly
And a crazy poet, screaming your sin, loving you divine.”

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Author: Mr. Bob

http://bogdanbaciu.ro/2012/12/25/urand-iubind/

translation: memyselfandela, 2012


My Friend

My friend, there are some people
that tell you they love you
but they can only see a tiny fraction
of your soul, while they long to have you.

My friend, those people
constantly scream how they love you
but they want only to possess you
instead of setting you free.

My friend, their love only
sees what they need to see in you,
but no real love speaks in
selfishness and frustration.
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memyselfandela, 2012

“My friend, I know, you only live for him
And he knows it too, but he doesn’t see you
Like I do. I’m begging my mouth to say
What it has confessed between drinks
That it’s with your skin that I dream of at night
And I go crazy with every button that
you unbutton, thinking about your hands
He hasn’t seen you shivering, waiting
for a word, any gesture, a hug.
He doesn’t see you how I see you, sighing
With your little eyes wide open
Listen to me,
Oh my friend, I know it and so does he.

My friend, I don’t know what to say
I don’t know what to do to see you happy
I wish I could send in the soul, in the freedom
What it is that he’s missing
Fill your pockets with wars won
With dreams and hopes renewed
I want to give you the gift of poetry
You think I’m just giving the news

My friend, maybe one day listening to my song
Suddenly, you’ll understand that I never wanted
To sing your story
Because it’s stirring
But I’m sorry, my friend
It’s not intelligence, not even wisdom
This is my way of saying things
It’s not that it’s my job, it’s my language

My friend, princess of a never-ending story
My friend, I only try to have you confide in me
My friend, I’ll see if one of these days
I finally learn to speak
Without having so many detours
That all of this story is important to me
Because you’re my friend

My friend, I know, you only live for him
And he knows it too, but he doesn’t see you
Like I do. I’m begging my mouth to say
What it has confessed between drinks
That it’s with your skin that I dream of at night…

My friend, I don’t know what to say
I don’t know what to do to see you happy
I wish I could send in the soul, in the freedom
What it is that he’s missing
Fill your pockets with wars won
With dreams and hopes renewed
I want to give you the gift of poetry
You think I’m just giving the news

My friend, princess of a never-ending story
My friend, I only try to have you confide in me
My friend, I’ll see if one of these days
I finally learn to speak
Without having so many detours
That all of this story is important to me
Because you’re my friend”