It’s late at night, and I’m feeling down
There are couples standing on the street
Sharing summer kisses and silly sounds
So I step inside, pour a glass of wine
With a full glass and an empty heart
I search for something to occupy my mind
But you are in my head, swimming forever in my head
Tangled in my dreams, swimming forever
(more…)
[SinglePic not found]On your skin the angels have spilled
A chalice of sweetness and wonder
In waiting I stood there and thrilled
With kisses your lips then to plunder.
In your eyes the angels have poured
A cup of their beauty and light
Enthralling and capturing a lord
A heart melting in your sight.
On each of your breasts the angels have built
A fortress for magic and beauty
Before them I lower my head in guilt
When desire is fighting with duty
There is no emotion, there is peace.
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.
There is no passion, there is serenity.
There is no chaos, there is harmony.
There is no death, there is the Force.
(Master Odan-Urr)
I was watching this week a series of very interesting documentaries published by BBC and entitled “The Atheism Tapes”. These interviews (in fact) were remainders of an older documentary movie about the history of atheism, but they were considered so interesting (and rightfully so) that they were published separately.
Now, as a side observation, the thing which I didn’t like about them is that the six personalities interviewed all came from christian or jewish backgrounds, therefore their arguments were targeted agains the christian image of God and those that tried to touch other religions, did so in a grossly uneducated manner (one of them said something that the hates all the violence that stems from religion and that a religion who specifically demands violence -reference to islam- is malicious by definition, completely ignoring the fact that the Qu’ran specifically forbids any kind of killing while all the “death to infidels” related stuf stems from a few deranged individuals). (more…)
Eu nu strivesc corola de minuni a lumii
şi nu ucid
cu mintea tainele, ce le-ntâlnesc
în calea mea
în flori, în ochi, pe buze ori morminte.
Lumina altora
sugrumă vraja nepătrunsului ascuns
în adâncimi de întuneric,
dar eu,
eu cu lumina mea sporesc a lumii taină -
şi-ntocmai cum cu razele ei albe luna
nu micşorează, ci tremurătoare
măreşte şi mai tare taina nopţii,
aşa înbogăţesc şi eu întunecata zare
cu largi fiori de sfânt mister
şi tot ce-i neînţeles
se schimbă-n neînţelesuri şi mai mari
sub ochii mei-
căci eu iubesc
şi flori şi ochi şi buze şi morminte.
I’ve been here for a million years
trough the joy, through the tears
but when I’m gone this will go on
and the circle starts again. (more…)
In parts of the world, the month of February (Gregorian calendar) marks a celebration that has gained (regain, I would say) a great deal of importance in the contemporary world: lover’s day.
Historically and religiously, springcoming in general and the months of February or March (or that part of the year which comes around this time of the Gregorian calendar) have been home to a variety of festivities related to fertility, spring, nature, the sun and others. A common laitmotif among them is rebirth (nature’s rebirth after the clutches of winter) and love. (more…)
Night’s veil is once again upon me. The rampant noise of the world has faded from my sense and I find myself curled up in my shell. I am safe here in my world, away from the monster’s grasp. It is alright, they know me here and even if this universe occupies but the small space inside my head, it is more than enough for me. (more…)
It’s late at night and all I can hear is my heartbeat. Me and my heart have a very special relationship … I listen to her words often as she whispers to me. Lately she’s been telling me about my princess, words of dreams that could come true, words of endless love, like a sea in which I’m long lost, swimming forever in her eyes.
Who am I, but a dreamer lost at midnight, between two worlds, both which exist inside me. Many a time you have asked me why I do not try more, to leave something tangible that will leave the world in awe, forever marked by my passing. To this I simply answer: I do not wish to. The only places that matter to me are those found within. This is a dreamer’s essence, the place I got inside my mind, the wondrous worlds I explore, places that now I try to share with you. Nobody but you can rech me in here, nobody else can see what I have in store for you and only you. This is how I like things to be, late at night, when the thundering noises of the material words are nothing but the choes of a pain that’s passed.
We have healed from that. This essence that you cannot see, I hope that you will understand it. Because now I’m close to a rupture, where my mind is no longer my one and only refuge. Now, I seek that intangible refuge in your very tangible arms. But in that I need something from you … I need … that exploration …. for now I no longer wander the sea inside, but outside, with your hand in mine. And for this, I need you to hold my hand tight and ask “say, would you like to discover something together, to learn together something new?” in the same way I have asked you in the past … then you did not have the patience to wait for me so we could discover something new together. But I hope that one day you will.
The hour grows late now. I feel my mind drifting away already … but I know I’ll find you soon in our land of eternal beauty.