Început de giovi, Mie 18 mai 2005 · 1.730 răspunsuri · 311.622 vizualizări
"Desfacut, zmeul - o floare cu tulpina subtire
Care urca si poarta, poarta din ce in ce mai departe si mai sus
Dorul din piept si din picioarele intepenite
Si fata si inima pierduta in privire a celui care-l inalta
Pana cand sfoara se rupe si - separat, euforic -
Zmeul isi ia zborul, de unul singur, o intamplare de vant."
Editat Sâm 3 sep 2011 05:15
"e un chip ciudat
Sculptez cuv
Singur
Potop, cad stele albe de cristal
Si ninge-n noaptea plina de pacate;
La vatra-n para ce abia mai bate-
Azi, a murit chiar visul meu final.
Si ninge-n miezul noptii glacial...
Si tu iar tremuri, suflet singuratec,-
Pe vatra-n para slaba, in jaratec,-
Incet, cad lacrimi roze de cristal.
Autor: George Bacovia
Se implinesc 130 de ani de la nasterea sa.
De cate ori trec prin fata casei sale ma cutremur de emotie si de frumusetea locului.
In tacere, pasii se mai aud inca prin versurile inegalabile.
Nicu Alifantis-Rar (Slow) lyrics by G.Bacovia
Editat Vin 16 sep 2011 00:08
Aether. a scris:Se implinesc 130 de ani de la nasterea sa.
De cate ori trec prin fata casei sale ma cutremur de emotie si de frumusetea locului.
In tacere, pasii se mai aud inca prin versurile inegalabile.
Un vin si o tigara in cinstea lui Bacovia ! E poetul meu preferat. Il respect. Mi-e drag ! Ma regasesc in singuratatea lui. Astazi are parte de o toamna frumoasa si insorita. Sper ca si-a gasit fericirea acolo unde e acum... :)
Editat Vin 16 sep 2011 17:53
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Editat Vin 16 sep 2011 19:10
vesperala a scris:Azi stelele Adriana Weimer
Stelele mor de singur
Editat Sâm 17 sep 2011 09:30
Finis
Un meteor!... Bizară auroră boreală
Din polul nord la polul d-amiază... Din Zenit
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Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.
Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will...
Don McLean
he wrote this poem as a tribute to Vincent Van Gogh
Editat Mie 21 sep 2011 21:57
aş vrea ca dimineaţa asta să aibă m