adolescenta.. acea perioada mistica in care totul are o insemnatate aparte..orice sentiment este amplificat iar viitorul pare ataaat de lung si atat de incarcat de potentiale evenimente extraordinare , de vise neucise inca..Tu ,adolescentul ,esti inca acel individ care nu este inca blazat si conformist, nu esti acel robotel format de societate, pentru ca tu ai vise, tu speri, tu indraznesti sa fii original.
mi-am amintit cateva poezii pe care le-am scris in jurul varstei de 17 ani.. sunt stangace, dar ele descriu atat de bine acea dragoste adolescentina, si influenta mea bacoviana :))
so:...
"watch my bloody heart sweet lover,
and tell me what you see
you've touched it and you've hurt it
and through it you hurt me.
but I rather bleed again,
than go on living without your touch,
give me back your poisoned smile,
do I ask my dear too much?
I need to feel your substance
through my whole damn body
I need to hear your lies
I need to know you're sorry."
si inca una si mai bacoviana:
" you were ..(aici nu mi-mi amintesc)
you were a flirt with light
you were my piece of madness
now even hell seems right!
you were my winter holidays
you were my Christmas tree
now the snow seems like a graveyard
where dead are trees and me!"
bine, au trecut mai bine de 11 ani de atunci.. si pot sa spun ca intre timp mi-am schimbat viziunea asupra acestei notiuni de dragoste, nu intr-o viziune mai putin sumbra din pacate, ci de fapt.. nu mai cred in asa ceva deloc, este o iluzie si atat dragostea erotica.. dar dragostea exista , ea este acel atasament fata de o fiinta vie (hmm..oare numai vie? ..)http://youtu.be/mYKA-VokOtA
mi-am amintit cateva poezii pe care le-am scris in jurul varstei de 17 ani.. sunt stangace, dar ele descriu atat de bine acea dragoste adolescentina, si influenta mea bacoviana :))
so:...
"watch my bloody heart sweet lover,
and tell me what you see
you've touched it and you've hurt it
and through it you hurt me.
but I rather bleed again,
than go on living without your touch,
give me back your poisoned smile,
do I ask my dear too much?
I need to feel your substance
through my whole damn body
I need to hear your lies
I need to know you're sorry."
si inca una si mai bacoviana:
" you were ..(aici nu mi-mi amintesc)
you were a flirt with light
you were my piece of madness
now even hell seems right!
you were my winter holidays
you were my Christmas tree
now the snow seems like a graveyard
where dead are trees and me!"
bine, au trecut mai bine de 11 ani de atunci.. si pot sa spun ca intre timp mi-am schimbat viziunea asupra acestei notiuni de dragoste, nu intr-o viziune mai putin sumbra din pacate, ci de fapt.. nu mai cred in asa ceva deloc, este o iluzie si atat dragostea erotica.. dar dragostea exista , ea este acel atasament fata de o fiinta vie (hmm..oare numai vie? ..)http://youtu.be/mYKA-VokOtA
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