"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

Luna Amara

Luna Amara / Bitter Moon

This is a simple story that happened in the moonlight. A story streaming from my own life. A story about a small moment that will remain for life in my memory.

Maybe many of you have a favourite band. And I bet many of you have hoped or dreamed To get the unique moment to meet the vocalist they like so much , or shake hands with the guitarist they consider to be the best in the world- maybe it is not so for others, but it is so for them.

My very favourite Romanian rock band is Luna Amara, a Romanian alternative rock/grunge band. The name means “Bitter Moon” in Romanian, and has been borrowed from the Roman Polanski movie of the same name, inspired by Pascal Bruckner’s novel with the same name.The band was formed by Nick Făgădar (vocals, guitar) and Gheorghe Farcaş (bass guitar) in Cluj-Napoca, Transylvania, in September 1999, in Romania. I had the chance to listen to them first time live in Sibiu, and I have discovered them much more after I left Romania in 2011.

Luna Amara has played on stage over 200 times in the past years, throughout Romania. As a live act, this Romanian five-piece outfit has a style that combines heavy metal with alternative rock. Luna Amara is also the first Romanian band to introduce the trumpet sound into an Alternative Rock style, a struck of genius in my humble opinion.

All the artists in the band try to dedicate their lives to promote and support a modern European society in Romania. Beyond the poetry in the love songs , their lyrics have often a political message, Luna Amară being also involved in ecological projects such as “Save Vama Veche” (protecting the endangered seahorses), “Save Roşia Montană” (protecting the wildlife and natural surroundings of a mountain area from cyanide poisoning caused by companies that extract gold) and other social awareness projects.

“Luna Amară” is one of Romania’s most successful rock bands and was the top selling artist in a national chain of music stores (Hollywood Music & Film) from July until September 2004. Their songs “Folclor” (“Folklore”), “Gri Dorian” (“Dorian Grey”), “Roşu aprins” (“Scarlet”) and “Ego nr. 4” reached number one in airplay charts at local radio stations around the country.

Throughout the years they have released several albums: “Asfalt” (Asphalt), “Loc lipsă” (Missing Place), “Don’t Let Your Dreams Fall Asleep”(where mainly the acoustic side of the band is underlined), “Pietre in Alb” (Stones in White), “Live la Conti” (Live at Conti). The band performed tours all over Romania in clubs and open air locations as well as shows in the Netherlands, Germany, Bulgaria, Turkey and played live at the Sziget Festival in Budapest.


They may be neither angels, nor heroes, but they are some extremely talented people. It is more than their personal love and feelings decanted in their music, it is also their passion and talent for music. I used to detach myself from stress listening to Deftones, Metallica and Incubus, but they are nowhere near Luna Amara. At least to me, because I am Romanian and Bitter Moon sing the longing and the pain in my native language. But it is not only this. I have discovered such beautiful blue sad profound lyrics attached to their music. They contribute with amazing poetry, not only with extremely versatile sound. Their songs are colourful, they bleed and ache, they are just beautifully alive.

Two years ago when I was back in Romania for few days I have tried desperately to buy their “Stones in White” album, yet no music shop or online store had it available, it was sold out. After a long online research I managed to find a link and I was promised to get the album the next night, when I was going back to Cluj in the evening for my next morning flight back to the UK.

The evening came, I took a taxi and we drove in the evening to the address where the recording studio was. It was a very simple encounter, but it has struck me very profoundly: Nick Fagadar, the founder of Luna Amara, met me almost in the middle of the night because he cared that somebody really wanted to have their album. He handed it to me with a kind smile , he shook my hand like a friend , with no pretentious gestures, and wished me to enjoy the music. I have been truly honoured not only to get the long desired album, but mostly by getting to meet in person the legend behind it.

There was something beautiful that I cannot describe radiating through him as we left him behind. I could not help but smile. The moon was shining, yet this time not bitter, but full of hope and mysterious meanings.

800 words, Memyselfandela , 2015

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Video: Youtube


Be

Come back Love,  I have waited for you an eternity. I will wait till I’ll have no more reason to be…

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Where I sit,
my windows burst with agony
only traces left of the sunshine.
Screams of pain,
from the bleeding heart within
smoke raising
from my dying fire,
life in a crude acknowledgement
and in the oblivion of my aching mind.
but all is left is this day,
within.

What is dull for others
is a deep dive in the consciousness for me,
my long-lost confession from deserted lives,
memories filling the deep blue sea
as a storm,
scratching lines on my face
and crevasses in my soul,
harbours of quiet
where sometimes only a lost echo
still lingers.
It is through this singular beauty,
the spark inside the chaos,
that I now witness
the only path that represents
sheer living.

I am consciousness.

Hanged like a shroud
eternity awaits
the sight of a life lived
with passion,
an escape from this colourless dimension
through the fire that burns deep inside every breath.
Madness it is, yet it is life
above just a carcass, into the soul
reborn –
pure existence
erasing all negative just to give life to life itself.

When I will finally open my windows
my silence will flood the outer universes
and my ardent heart
will cast far away the song of this ephemeral moment
so that my reflected souls outside
will know that we only had this day
to be.

Thank you Andre, Vandana and Luna Amara.

222 words, Memyselfandela, January 2014


Bitter Moon – Stones In White

Stones In White

“I want to set on fire
my last shore when I don’t feel anymore
and the moon in black waters would be silent
to extinguish myself
carried by green waves into wide seas
alone as I was when I came.
I will pass
as if on white sheets you would close a circle
and your hand learns a different shape
I can forgive
or I can lie that oneday I can somehow forgive
when all that was mine will belong to someone else
to someone else
All the white stones
gather oblivion
and all that lives gets extinguished and dies
Black oblivion covers the trace
you are blood and clay, your life is one
You could
lie yourself that I will still be here somehow
but we know so well how to forget
If you want
to throw two stones in white, not to take them
in your thought let me be nothing anymore
All the white stones
gather oblivion
and all that lives gets extinguished and dies
Black oblivion covers the trace
you are blood and clay, your life is one”


Blue Snow

blue snow

night sieves its silences
upon my soul
cold snow falling
heavy as lead,
soft as silk,
blue as sadness
sleep creeps in my veins
sealing the purple behind my eyes
slowing the pace of my ventricles
turning me into numb shadow
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memyselfandela, 2013


Luna Amara / The Bitter Moon – Somn / Sleep

“somnul tau e greu dar ochii-ti sunt deschisi
rosie sta luna in pumnii tai inchisi
cauta ca orb sa dai de ea
iarba buna poate-i iarba rea…
somn a moarte tanara-n al tau pustiu
ard uitari in care nu mai pot sa fiu
soare nou s-arunc in ochii tai
soare nou sa arda pasii rai

tot ce esti e tot ce ai
n-ai sa pierzi dac-ai sa-ncerci sa dai

somn pe mare somn in leganat de vant
daca tu esti doar al tau eu cine sunt
greu e gandul vanat pe sub ochiul bland
am ramas sa fiu doar cine sunt
somn a moarte tanara-n al tau pustiu
ard uitari in care nu mai pot sa fiu
soare nou s-arunc in ochii tai
soare nou sa arda pasii rai

tot ce esti e tot ce ai
n-ai sa pierzi dac-ai sa-ncerci sa dai”
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“your sleep is heavy but your eyes are open
red stands the moon in your closed fists
looking to find her like a blind man
the good grass is maybe the bad grass …
sleep of young death in your young desert
oblivions in which I cannot be anymore are burning
new sun let me throw in your eyes
new sun to burn the bad steps

all you are is all you have
you will not lose if you’ll try to give

Sleep on the sea, sleep rocked by the wind
if you are only yours, who am I
heavy is the purple thought under the mild eye
I am left to be just who I am
sleep of young death in your young desert
oblivions in which I cannot be anymore are burning
new sun let me throw in your eyes
new sun to burn the bad steps

all you are is all you have
you will not lose if you’ll try to give”

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translation : memyselfandela, 2012


Luna Amara / The Bitter Moon – Gri Dorian / Dorian Grey

“How much do I wish only a moment with me
Hidden from restlessness – and far away from you
A night in the clouds throws me in the mud
It’s the hate and apathy and fury which draw me back

And it hurts, and it hurts, and hurts to bury myself between you
Ashes of Dorian grey washed by the rains
I have  bones broken in violet sleep
I’m a bitter moon that slowly dims

How much did I wish to make everything better
You never believed in the world inside me
I’ve nothing of my own – only a bitter moon
Boozing and the silent scream – that don’t want to die

And it hurts, and it hurts, and hurts to bury myself between you
Ashes of Dorian grey washed by the rains
I have  bones broken in violet sleep
I’m a bitter moon that slowly dims”

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“Cât de mult îmi doresc doar o clipă cu mine
Ascuns de neliniști — și departe de tine
O noapte în nori mă aruncă în noroi
E ura și greața și furia ce mă trag înapoi
Și doare, și doare, și doare să mă-ngrop între voi
Cenuși de Gri Dorian spălate de ploi
Am oasele rupte în somn violet
Sunt o lună amară ce se stinge încet

Cât de mult îmi doream să fac totul mai bine
N-ai crezut niciodată în lumea din mine
N-am nimic doar al meu — o lună amară
Beția și urletul surd — ce nu vor să moară

Și doare, și doare, și doare să mă-ngrop între voi
Cenuși de Gri Dorian spălate de ploi
Am oasele rupte în somn violet
Sunt o lună amară ce se stinge încet”

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translation : Memyselfandela, 2012


Thoughts of the day

Not often I have the privilege of having few days off.  This was one of those days.

As I opened my eyes this morning I heard the rain tapping on my windows. After spending some time organizing my future days(phonecalls, writing lists, planning what I’m going to do) I drank my cup of tea and I started to listen to Luna Amara, and so my day became wonderful.
I took some time to translate the lyrics for a few of their songs and I reblogged an older post with translation. I feel that these guys are so very talented, poetic, profound, Romanian.  Maybe that’s why I love them so much.

If you ask me what I like doing the most in my spare time, the answer is not complicated. I enjoy listening to music, reading a lot, translating, writing. I like exploring a lot because I’m as curious as a cat (and cat owners know what I mean 🙂 ) And if I would have even more time I would start painting again. I could not get into the mood to paint again since my teenage years. I guess I could not concentrate on it because life  has consumed me in different ways.

I love exchanging thoughts with you, my friends, so here I am. Still there are many thoughts that I keep for myself, as you all do. I usually smoke alone, I am as quiet as the leaves of a tree. Some say it is not healthy. Yes, I know. But neither is this crazy life. So I will stick to smoking my thoughts.

We are all probably here to connect to others, to reach out for more information, more inspiration, more positive energy, to get a sort of recognition that we miss, or to disconnect from our every day life and the stress and the bitter experiences. It’s a good question, why are we all here? Is it just an accident? Is this life only a stage in evolutionism as some say, or are we here for a higher purpouse? Are we here by chance or by the hand of destiny?

The thought that passed my mind all day was: “We are all interconnected”. Time and space become a relative thing when we share thoughts and get to know each other. We are interconnected and I love and respect you all. I thank you all for visiting my blog, for sharing thoughts, for debating with me, for asking, for giving. After all, this is your blog, not mine.
I tried to imagine you all, distant yet near. Some that I know, some that I imagine. How was your day? What were your thoughts? What were your worries?
As a great friend of mine says “I hope life was kind to you today!”
This makes me smile because life is not only a summ of unpredictible things and disasters, but also an image of our own decisions, emotions and gestures. If we would realize it life would get sweeter.

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500 words from the heart

Ela