"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

Posts tagged “Tear

salty

this moment slips
on the cheek of time
and dries up
salty memory
my love
pressed flower
between pages two and three
of my sad soul


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Dulce Pontes – Lagrima / Tear

“FULL OF SORROW
I LAY IN BED FULL OF SORROW
AND WITH MORE SORROW
I WAKE UP WITH MORE SORROW
IN MY CHEST
IT IS STILL IN MY CHEST
THIS WAY
THIS WAY OF LOVING YOU SO MUCH

I’M DESPERATE
I HAVE A LOT OF DESPAIR
INSIDE ME
THE PUNISHMENT INSIDE ME
I DON’T LOVE YOU
I TELL YOU THAT I DON’T LOVE YOU
AND AT NIGHT
I DREAM OF YOU AT NIGHT

IF I THINK
THAT I’LL DIE ONE DAY
ON THE DESPAIR
I GOT FOR SEE YOU NO MORE
I LAY MY SHAWL
I LAY MY SHAWL ON THE FLOOR
I LAY MY SHAWL
AND WILL LAY TO SLEEP

IF I THINK
IF I THINK IF I”M DYING
YOU WOULD
YOU WOULD CRY FOR ME
FOR A TEAR
FOR A TEAR OF YOU
WHAT A HAPPINESS
I WOULD LET ME KILLED”


Evocation / Évocation – Nichita Stanescu

 

She was beautiful like the shadow of an idea

Her back smell like baby skin

Like freshly broken stone

Like scream from a dead language

She had no weight like respiration

Laughing and crying with big tears

She was salted like the salt

Offered at big feasts by barbarians.

She was beautiful like the shadow of an idea

Among waters, she alone was a shore.

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Elle était belle comme l’ombre d’une idée.

Ses épaules sentaient la peau fraîche d’une enfant;

à une pierre elle semblait – vite brisée,

au cri elle paraissait – dans une langue morte.

Elle n’avait pas de poids comme le halètement.

Souriante – larmoyante aux grandes larmes, rares —

elle était salée comme le sel poudroyant

consacré aux festins par les vieux barbares.

Elle était belle comme l’ombre d’une pensée.

Entre les eaux, elle était à elle seule, la terre affamée.