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Trimis de: Arlequine pe 22 Apr 2004, 09:13 PM

intr`adevar...promit sa`mi revizuiesc atitudinea...

Trimis de: Arlequine pe 22 Apr 2004, 10:58 PM

Voice of Azrael


I am the shadow of everything that has been
and of everything you have been.
I am both the bringer of memories and forgetfulness.
I shadow you all of your days, and hold you into the night.
I am the soul of sadness and the bringer of joy.
I exist for but a moment as you pass between worlds,
yet I am forever trapped within that moment,
within the twilight that is fleeting, yet as certain as the dawn.
I am the water that licks the land and then recedes,
each time taking away a bit of one shore and depositing it on another.
Every grain of earth I overtake is hallowed.
Every soul is in my sacred trust, albeit briefly.

I am the voice of melancholy.
My whisper shall always stir in your soul.
Come to the edge of twilight and heed the point beyond the silence
Stretch yourself into the distance to where I wait
with hands extended to catch your tears and blend them with my own
So shall you drown in the dark waters of remembrace
Then you shall weep no more the tears of sorrow
instead, gather the tears of joy in the palm of your hand
and drink deeply until memory is quenched.

I am the vision of eternal twilight
and I await the coming of all souls
but cannot forgo the pain of having to let go
once you emerge from the drowning
and your eyes meet mine in love, rather than fear.
All must past through my gate to get home.
All must become as I am
but for a moment that is mine forever
and yours for but an instant.

I am the point of contact between your world, and eternity
and I shall appear
as but a distant star from
the places you shall go to.
A cold hand and solitary pinpoint
of blue half-light
that sets on the horizon
of what you were,
and what you are.
You will cast an eye, and for a moment
know ALL THINGS
and strive the rest of your days to remember
why there is tear running cold down your cheek.
I am unable to ever forget.
All things are contained in my vision
So, I must weep for every sorrow
you fail to understand
and every tear that you hold back.

I am the arc of silence
that encircles the sound of life.
Like a sickle in the wind, my voice is a wailing song
an undinal melody of weeping sirens.
The memory of me is contained in everything that lives.
I am ever the shadow of your threshold.
And you,
are the multitude of shadows on mine.

I am the soul of melancholy
imprisoned on the threshold
between the worlds of flesh and spirit.
I am only free
when there are no more souls
to release from the flesh.
When matter is transcended
so shall my prison dissolve
and my river run dry
and the West Gate close upon itself.

Amorte!

Trimis de: valkyrie pe 23 Apr 2004, 11:13 AM

voodoo sx stuff-a thousand years


Then it's agreed we will meet in a thousand years
Then we will dance on the fire of our souls
Then it's agreed will will reach for a thousand years
Then we will chance to feel alive

Then it's agreed we will weep for a thousand years
Then we will laugh at our old foolish selves
Then it's agreed we will sleep for a thousand years
Then we arise pure light

Then it's agreed we will grieve for a thousand years
The we will smile to remember the pain
Then it's agreed we will leave for a thousand years
Then we will be one

Trimis de: halcyon_lll pe 23 Apr 2004, 03:51 PM

Trimis de: Arlequine pe 24 Apr 2004, 12:32 AM

100% off-topic:
stimabile halcyon_lll, postul dumitale m`a facut sa`mi schimb yala, numarul de telefonsi coafura. fiori de groaza ma trec la gandul ca as putea cadea victima urgiei tale dezlantuite. dar daca poezia e scrisa de tine si o primesc cu dedicatie sunt dispusa sa te iert. macar pentru efort.
si acuma la modul serios...era o GLUMA si tot nu`mi schimb parerea. poezia ce`a cauzat polemica de fata mi se pare stupida. si am dat un reply pe masura. sue me for my beliefs.

ps: propun moderatorilor sa ne dea voe sa si comentam asupra poeziilor. critica e constructiva. + ca sunt cam carcotasa si nu ma pot abtine.si va rog nu ma trimiteti in poiana si la gura sobei.

Trimis de: E.B.E. pe 24 Apr 2004, 02:14 AM

Comentati, comentati, da' nu va certati. And don't sue each other.

_____________________________________________

Monumentum - Consuming Jerusalem

I kissed Pilato's Hands and touched the Nails in Jesus'ones
Making the Favorite Jewels of my Wife with His collapsed Eyes
In the Pure Waters of Baptism, I have baths of Iconoclast Youth
On the Humilated Cross of Christ, I hang on the Ghosts of Moral Slaveries

Two Thousand Years and I realised Vatican's foundations
Rise-up on Earth Entrails
Two Thousand Years and I realised Vatican's columns
Are full of Reptiles drenched with Wasted Prayers
My Flight is now Nocturne,Unsoiled by Celestial Trinities
Your Beloved God, my once Unrequested Shelter

I saw him drowning in my Excrements,
in the Dim Light of a no-Consolation Oracle
I won't be Chained to you Forever
I Won't be Victim of my Human Desire

My Flesh not praying for Mercy anymore,and my Soul has gone
Leaving a Black Web on its Place...
...a black Web Devouring the Once deposed Egg
Gift of an eighteen years Soul Trascendence

I, the Delivered Treasure
I, Field of Misery
I, Enfeebled Cobweb
I, the Mirror Phobic, the Neo-Phobic
I, Marbre Noir
I, Shadow of Myself
I, Tragoedia
_____________________________________________

[rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!! ]

Trimis de: E.B.E. pe 24 Apr 2004, 02:17 AM

Terra Mater Orfanorum

And wherever I touch you, or kiss you,
or lay my hands on you
I can feel the Cold Bones of a Dead...

[consider inutil sa mai dau si numele formatiei... :-)]

Trimis de: E.B.E. pe 24 Apr 2004, 02:26 AM

Monumentum - From These Wounds

Souls in gangrene, deformed human projections
Moving, but not living, on sanguis vibrations
Your pseudo-lifes, please follow my tedious call,
Vertical pain

I dare you: bury me so deep that i won't smell anymore
The disgusting stench of your flesh,
So deep that i couldn't see anymore
The pale colour of your skin

Down there,far from the violent cries of your children
And just there, far from all your boring questions
Questions, questions, questions
May you be devoured at once by your own curiosity
And your mouth become the most ruthless of all murderers

This is the chant of the grand cosmic defeated,
To you, conqueror of everlasting earthly frustration

Your smile: vulgar horizontal contraction
Had always been my pain, vertical pain
Ah! Your smiles...

Become conscious that an universe of sewer hides inside you
Silent, but patient, always your last heartbeat
To start its slow demolition work: Mater Putrefactio

And then this flesh of yours, once illuded to change the world,
Shall again feed the ground, and the ground, new worms,
Counting a grotesque cycle of cosmic gangrene
Born from the wounds of men,
The once preacher of existential depression
Disclosed my tenebrous double,
With no time, sound and size: Magister Silentii

I, king of a woundless reign, where the feeble memories of your faces
Are just like yellowed pictures of defuncts

Where your words, re-echoing far in time,
Sound like laments of a dying bat
And those wounds, once deep and atrox
Are only dead masks on a tragic marble

I, king of a woundless reign, where the feeble memories of your faces
Are just like yellowed pictures of defuncts

Where your words, re-echoing far in time,
Sound like laments of a dying bat
And those wounds, once deep and atrox
Are only dead masks on a tragic marble...


[rrrrrrr!!!]

Trimis de: E.B.E. pe 24 Apr 2004, 02:31 AM

Monumentum - Selunhs Aggelos

Dressed in Beauty and Light
He silently enters your dreams.
And to gently awake you, he despones
in your mouth the wet gift: Semen Lunae...


[a bit pervert, this one... ;P]

Trimis de: E.B.E. pe 24 Apr 2004, 02:36 AM

Agathodaimon - Banner of Blasphemy

Trei cruci de lemn, trei cruci enorme de lemn
Vopsite cu trei culori, pazesc pe marginea soselei
Fintina celor... credinciosi!

Trei cruci pe marginea soselei cu gesturi largi de miini bolnave
Opresc din drum pe calatori si parca-s trei spinzuratori
De care atirna trei Christosi...

Intr-o zi impinsi de-acelasi funerar indemn
Ca dou-armate puse una-n fata alteia
Cumintii se-ntilnira cu nebunii
Copiii mortilor de miine se-ntilnira cu parintii...

"Si-armatele-ncepura lupta la umbra crucilor de lemn
Deoparte flutura stindardul credintei... alb... curat..."

...ca albul cel curat, al florilor de nufar
Iar tricolorul nebuniei, inchis cu grija-n cite-in cufar
De craniu omenesc...
Sta gata sa se desfasoare la cea dintii ingenuncheare
A albului domnesc...

Insa-n ziu-aceea cerul innegrit de fum parea
Un tavan de catedrala ce se naruia
"Iar fumul din clopotnitele-aprinse deschidea-n albastrul:"
Drumul altui fum, mai greu, mai negru si-albastrul
se-nnegrea...

Si-n ziu-aceea cerul innegrit de fum parea
Un tavan de catedrala ce se naruia

Si multimea-nspaimintata, spre clopotnitele-aprinse
Se-ndrumeaza grupuri, grupuri, cei cuminti privesc plingind
Pling ca resturile unei armate-nvinse, iar nebunul sta deoparte
Si zimbeste ... fredonind:
BLASFEMIE !!!
"Iar tricolorul nebuniei adapostea pe-nvingatori!!!"


[am postat ca doar am promis, nu? :-) habar nu am daca la origine este o poezie de Minulescu sau nu, eu postez cum stiu...]

Trimis de: halcyon_lll pe 24 Apr 2004, 09:22 AM

Cinnamon

There is cinnamon in the air,
It masks the scent of the dead,
It drowns out the smell of fear,
And distracts me from what I said,

A child is crying in the night,
The sound drowns out my screams,
It masks the angry bitter words,
And distracts me from my dreams,

There are burns upon my skin,
It masks the cuts down my arm,
It drowns and my sorrow,
And distracts me from my harm,

There is fire in my hair,
It burns away my pain,
It drowns out my physical despair,
And distracts me from my shame,

There is cinnamon in the night,
There is burning cinnamon in my hair,
There is blood red cinnamon on my hands,
When my knife cut the cinnamon in the air.

Trimis de: Arlequine pe 24 Apr 2004, 10:19 AM

poezia este scrisa de ion minulescu si are ca titlu original "la umbra crucilor de lemn". din pacate, variantele aparute in volumele editate inainte de `89 sunt cenzurate, si nici agathodaimon nu reda exact textul poeziei. asa ca daca ne ajuta cineva cu un text inegral ar fi extraordinar

Trimis de: Arlequine pe 24 Apr 2004, 10:32 AM

Together we have discovered the languid fatigue of love interrogated all our beauty we've turned
each other inside out. Drowning in Ebony Tears. The long face of cherrlessness the only bonding we
share enlightened by degredation the only pleasure is pain. Drowning in Ebony Tears. Embedded in
our resentment lay the keys to disengage but still we burn in persecution for the punishment of
possessiveness.

Cathedral- Ebony Tears

Trimis de: halcyon_lll pe 24 Apr 2004, 10:41 AM

Message from depression

Frustrated and helpless
Like a table without legs
Depressed to a point
Where i see no return to sanity

Suicide becomes a
More realistic option
It appears the only way
I can escape failure
Failure surrounds and chokes
My every thought

Life sits in the background
Hiding behind death
Only living things can
Fight this current
I am dead

I feel myself shrinking
I wish for growth
But cannot find a stimulant

Knowing all to be
My fault
I blame evrything
And everyone else
Suicide - my only option

So much of a failure
That i couldnt kill myself
I would fail trying
But i can try

There is no one to talk to
My friends are too busy
And to my family
I am a constant disappointment

All i have in this world
Are two things
A pen and paper

People say writing
Gets things off your chest like a release
But the realisation of my failures
Breaks my ribs and constricts me
A drowning sensation

With no sense of reality
I write words
Nothing makes sense
There is no meaning

What is the cure for depression??
I can no longer be bothered to look for it
Someone please give it to me
No one will
I have scared everyone away

I sit alone
Frustrated
The need for destruction
Pains my mind
Destroy the world
But where to start?

Confusion
I need sleep
Eternal sleep
Unable to meet society's demands
I am too cowardly to face another day
Let me sleep forever

I am perhaps too cowardly
For suicide
I wish for a storm

Dear God,
When lightning crashes
Let it strike me
I wish to feel destruction
In its purest form
Let destruction be my final thought
It is all i know
It is what i dream of
Death and destruction
Of mind, body and soul

Depression is my name.

Trimis de: valkyrie pe 28 Apr 2004, 10:41 PM

Is it to die my night ?
Tonight I dreamt a plan streaked of freshness,
today, I lied in a water urn and like a relic I rested.
Is it to die my night ?
The endless time consumes me like a rustle.
When night vanishes, a gloomy weep colour and we remain, just carried away.
Now that's night my life seems to be a corolla of darkness.
Is it to die my night ?
The marble kiss is on my lips, just carried away...
When I find a word in this silence of mine, it's dug in my life as an abyss.
This sadness of returns had stolen my sleep.
Is it to die my night ?
To enjoy just an instant of initial life, carried away...
(ataraxia-vespertilia)

Trimis de: halcyon_lll pe 9 May 2004, 09:57 AM

The Black Man

Dressed in black and eyes full of emptiness
He walked upon me and touched my face
He whispered words that were unclear
Still not knowing why he was here

His hands were pale and cold as ice
As my soul fell captive with one glance in his eyes
Scared to look beyond his body for I see no reflection
I know the answer but cant understand the conception

I never knew he would enter my life so soon
My tears glisten with the bright light of the moon
I wish I could reject his presence
and this slight amount of pain
My blood stops flowing
and my mind goes insane

It feels like lightning once it hurts the earth
As recaps of my life go back to the innocence of my birth
I wish I could yell but even this he possessed
Little did I know
my body now belonged to the black man... called death

Trimis de: fargakos pe 9 May 2004, 07:48 PM

The black song

All that he could feel was rain
Cold and harsh but so much needed
“Come oh come my medicine for pain!”

There’s no one here…don’t cry my friend
I promise you a chance for a tomorrow
Just trust me till the end…Come!…Follow!

The black of night, the cold, the pain
There’s nothing new for the old valley
Too many knights have tried to break the chain

He walks trough shadows not knowing
That her thoughts are to slay the dreamer
His only hope is to make the rainbow reappear

A song of pipes sings for a funeral
He walks and walks… his mind is gone
He’s waiting only for the black rainbow to be near…

Trimis de: halcyon_lll pe 9 May 2004, 08:01 PM

Fly forever

Fly me to the moon
And away we go.
Come with me please,
And don't say 'no'.

Fly past the moon,
And away to Mars,
And while we're here,
Let's count the stars.

Back past the Earth
To Mercury we fly,
This the place here,
Where we touch the sky.

Into the Sun,
Good bye forever,
Our resting place,
Apart now never

Trimis de: ^Anne^ pe 14 May 2004, 10:02 AM

Tablou de iarna
De George Bacovia


Ninge grozav pe câmp la abator
Si sânge cald se scurge pe canal;
Plina-i zăpada de sânge animal -
Si ninge mereu pe-un trist patinor…

E albul aprins de sânge-nchegat
Si corbii se plimba prin sânge… si sug;
Dar ceasu-i târziu… in zări corbii fug, -
Pe câmp la abator s-a înnoptat.

Ninge mereu in zarea-nnoptata…
Si-acum când geamuri triste se aprind
Spre abator vin lupii licărind.
- Iubito, sunt eu la uşa inghetata.

Trimis de: Nico pe 6 Jun 2004, 08:38 PM

O poezie de Tennyson...

Heavily hangs the broad sunflower
Over its grave i’the earth so chilly:
Heavily hangs the hollyhock,
Heavily hangs the tiger-lily.

The air is damp, and hush’d and close,
As a sick man’s room when he taketh repose
An hour before death;
My very heart faints and my whole soul grieves
At the moist rich smell of the rotting leaves,
And the breath
Of the fading edges of box beneath,
And the year’s last rose.

Heavily hangs the broad sunflower
Over its grave i’the earth so chilly:
Heavily hangs the hollyhock,
Heavily hangs the tiger-lily.

Trimis de: E.B.E. pe 31 Oct 2004, 01:16 AM

Forsaken

I'm over it,
You see I'm falling in a fast abyss,
Clouded by memories of the past
At last I say:

I hear it fading, I can't speak it
or else you will dig my grave...
You're feeling, finding, always winding
Take my hand, now be alive!

You see I cannot be forsaken
Because I'm not the only one!
We walk amongst you feeding, raping,
Must we hide from everyone?

I'm over it...
Why can't we be together ever since?
Sleeping so long taking off the mask,
At last I see

My fear is fading, I can't speak it
or else you will dig my grave
You feeling, finding, always winding
Take my hand now be alive!

You see I cannot be forsaken
Because I'm not the only one!
We walk amongst you feeding, raping,
Must we hide from everyone?

Everyone...
Everyone. . . . .


__________________________________________
[ David Draiman (Disturbed) - Queen of the Damned OST ]

Trimis de: E.B.E. pe 21 Nov 2004, 12:58 AM

Autumn

My heart is crushed
It's lying there and growing cold,
Summer's sunset falls...
Sunlight flees away, and dews of night arise...

Rainy autumn moves my heart,
Flowers welking welk my joy
Clouds come, rolling over,
They depress me, overrun me,
They overshadow my heart...
Autumn comes apace, a last warm glance sighing to me
Now grey vails between the earth and sea!...

Birdless branches in the wind,
Leaves they found their death in coldness
Naked trees in the frost of night,
Yearning for the sun again and again
Waters laying still, in transparent fog
Lakes of blue covered with ice
To sleep their winter-sleep......

___________
by Darkseed

Trimis de: N.V. pe 21 Nov 2004, 04:30 PM

SPIRITS OF THE DEAD
Edgar Allan Poe

Thy soul shall find itself alone
'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone;
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy.
Be silent in that solitude,
Which is not loneliness- for then
The spirits of the dead, who stood
In life before thee, are again
In death around thee, and their will
Shall overshadow thee; be still.

The night, though clear, shall frown,
And the stars shall not look down
From their high thrones in the Heaven
With light like hope to mortals given,
But their red orbs, without beam,
To thy weariness shall seem
As a burning and a fever
Which would cling to thee for ever.

Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish,
Now are visions ne'er to vanish;
From thy spirit shall they pass
No more, like dew-drop from the grass.

The breeze, the breath of God, is still,
And the mist upon the hill
Shadowy, shadowy, yet unbroken,
Is a symbol and a token.
How it hangs upon the trees,
A mystery of mysteries!

Trimis de: halcyon_lll pe 8 Dec 2004, 09:02 PM

I question myself, why do I live
I have nothing to offer I have nothing to give

Nobody cares whether I live or I die
And nobody comforts me when I begin to cry

I have no true value and nothing of worth
My life has been cursed since the day of my birth

So I sit in remorse and throw curses at my name
I thought it would be different but everyday is the same

So one last question before grabbing this knife
Should I end all my suffering and take my own life?

Trimis de: N.V. pe 8 Dec 2004, 11:57 PM

Largo
George Bacovia
Muzica sonoriza orice atom...
Dor de tine, şi de altă lume,
Dor...
Plana:
Durere fără nume
Pe om...
Toţi se gândeau la viaţa lor,
La dispariţia lor.
Muzica sentimentaliza
Obositor, -
Dor de tine, şi de altă lume,
Dor...
Muzica sonoriza orice atom.

Trimis de: E.B.E. pe 11 Dec 2004, 01:55 PM

I Want to Die

I'm too tired of this life
All I need is my big sleep
You are so far away
You love someone else...

Another day passed me by
Another day filled with pain
You are not here
You're with someone else...

I love you to death,
You love someone else
So I just wanna die........

Create hate
I hate myself for loving you

"We have touched for the last time
You are long gone, in love with someone else
I now fear nothing but life itself
And I have learned that living is just a slow way to die
I do not believe in life or in love anymore.
The joy I feel are the joys of emptiness
I hate myself for loving you
The fear I feel night after night has developed into a disease
No-one can see the emptiness in my eyes.
To escape life itself now seems the only solution
With relief i look foward of letting go of the pain
Finally... there is peace in my soul
To lie dead without a concern , without a tear,
You own my heart
And life without you is so imensly painful
Just to think of you, talk about you, dream of you makes tears stream down
my face
I cannot imagine happiness without your beautiful smile, your angelic face,
your wonderful body and your good heart:
You are everything , I am nothing
I want to die
But really... I am already dead"

I will not live.....


_________________________
[ lyrics from Mortal Love - I Want to Die]

Trimis de: Arlequine pe 5 Jan 2005, 11:54 AM

In noaptea...

In noaptea vesnicei uitari,
In care toate curg
A vietii noastre dezmierdari
Si raze din amurg,
In care nu mai strabatu
Nimic din ce`au apus
As vrea o data in viata, tu, sa te inalti in sus.

Si daca ochii ce`am iubit
N`or fi de raze plini,
Tu ma priveste linistit
Cu stinsele lumini.
Si daca glasul adorat
N`o spune un cuvant,
Tot inteleg ca m`ai chemat
Dincolo de mormant...

clasic....Eminescu

Trimis de: halcyon_lll pe 17 Jan 2005, 04:43 PM

SHE

Why is she scared when there is nothing to fear
Why does she cry when there is no reason for a tear

Why can't she die when there is no reason to live
And why does she share when she has nothing to give

Why does she hurt when she can no longer feel pain
Why is she different when everyone else is the same

Why does she try when no one else will
Why does it seem fake when everything else is so real

Why does she care when everyone else don’t
Why does she help you when no one else wont

Why does she bleed when she has no visible cuts
Why does she have the answers when all they have are the "whats"

Trimis de: FaiLuRe pe 17 Jan 2005, 05:06 PM

NATARAUL



Un motan infometat
Sus pe casa s-a urcat,
Ca sa prinda-o vrabiuta
Ce-si facea si ea casuta.
Dar motanul natarau
A sarit in cuibul sau,
Vrabiuta a zburat,
Pis a ramas agatat.
Cuibul mic, motanul gras
A cazut direct in nas!

Trimis de: Arlequine pe 17 Jan 2005, 06:22 PM

trebuia sa mentionezi ca era un motan negru...altfel esti off topic

Trimis de: iniya pe 9 Feb 2005, 11:59 AM

Gândul îmi zboarã amãgit,
La lucruri mari, de ne-mplinit,
si-apoi se-ntoarce obosit,
In trupu-i lipsit de idei, pierit…

Parcã sensul însusi de-a trai,
S-a pierdut anost…
Intr-un abis de munti si vai,
In capul unui prost.

Si golul sfâsie tãcerea.
Lugubru ceas,
Amar ca fierea
Si nimic n-a mai rãmas…

De ce sã caut, ce n-am pierdut?
De ce sã plâng, dupã ce n-am avut?
De ce sã spun, ce n-am vãzut?
De ce? Gând mut! Gând pierdut!

Totul se lãmureste…
Nu gândul e pierdut,
Ci eu de el m-am rãtãcit orbeste,
In tãcerea surda ce domneste.

Idee, dulce idee!
Mai da-mi o mângâiere!
Insufla-mi o durere,
Ce sufletul a uitat s-o simtã,
Piere…

Am pierdut ce era mai important,
Nici gândul si nici ideea,
Ci sufletul meu pedant,
Ce-a fost rãpit de-o muza dulce, ca mierea…

Dulce amãgire,
Muza dulce, e un drac…
Ce-mi conduce sufletul la pieire,
Simplu, intr-un sac!

Îl compãtimesc…
Cãci se purifica,
In focul drãcesc
De care nu mi-e frica.

Tot singur, tot negura,
Fara suflet, fara viata,
Doar un trup si-o gura.
Ce vietuiesc pe-o ata…

Trimis de: iniya pe 18 Feb 2005, 04:44 PM

Ego
Tot mai tãcut si singur
În lumea mea pustie --
Si tot mai mult m-apasã
O grea mizantropie.

Din tot ce scriu, iubito,
Reiese-atât de bine --
Aceeasi nepãsare
De oameni, si de tine.


(BACOVIA)

Don't remember where I was
I realized life was a game
The more seriously I took things
The harder the rules became
I had no idea what it'd cost
My life passed before my eyes
I found out how little I accomplished
All my plans denied

So as you read this know my friends
I'd love to stay with you all
Please smile when you think of me
My body's gone that's all

A tout le monde
A tous mes amis
Je vous aime
Je dois partir
These are the last words
I'll ever speak
And they'll set me free
(MEGADETH- A TOUT LE MONDE)

Trimis de: N.V. pe 6 Apr 2005, 12:07 AM

Ceasornicul
(Charles Baudelaire)

Ceasornic! Zeu amarnic, nepasator, c-un deget
Pe fiecare ameninti spuanadu-i „Nu uita!”
Durerile in freamat curand s-or implanta
In inima-ti ca-n tina lovita fara preget

Placerea ca un abur in zare va pieri
Cum in culise-si pierde silfida leganarea
Oricare clipa soarbe un strop din desfatarea
Ce tututor ni-e data cat timp vom mai trai

De trei mii sase sute de ori pe ceas. Secunda
Sopteste: „Tine minte!” Cu glasul lui marunt
De greier, spune – Acuma: tot Altadata sunt
Sugand cu trompa-i hada viata ta ca unda!

Remember! Esto memor! Tu mana sparta! Vezi!
(Vorbeste-n orice limba gatleju-mi de metal)
Minutele sunt scumpe, nebune – mineral
Al carui dram de aur se cade sa nu-l pierzi!

Adu-ti aminte: Timpul ce tot mai lacom joaca
Nemasluind, castiga oricand, e scris asa
Dar ziua scade; noaptea e mare; nu uita!
Genunea e-nsetata; clepsidra tot mai seaca.

Curand suna-va ceasul cand si Norocul viu
Si vrednica Virtute, sotia ta fecioara
Si chiar Cainta (hanul de cea din urma oara!)
Ti-or spune: „Mori batrane misel! e prea tarziu!”

Din volumul Florile Raului, 1857

Traducere de Serban Bascovici

Trimis de: surzi pe 20 Apr 2005, 06:16 PM

Învierea bufonului - Mircea Dinescu

Paharele-s pe prag, mortu-i pe masa,
oglinzile-s în rochii moi de dant,
pisica va fi si ea prinsa-n lant,
paharele-s pe prag, mortu-i pe masa.

Muntii-s tociti. Si caprele-s tocite.
Si-un soare cirn si norii beti si ciungi.
Si serpi scirbiti de pieile lor lungi
frecind morminte ca tacîmuri scite.

Yorik e viu si princiara hîrca
o va jongla-n culise facind fente.
Oh, bieti catîri ai unor sentimente
pe care ni le-au pus părintii-n cîrca,

mai rumegam taritele candorii
dar brusc relatiile se brinzesc
si-aud distinct în risul meu minzesc
risul tatalui meu ca pliscul ciorii.

Trimis de: Catarzis pe 20 May 2005, 04:16 PM

Agalloch -Kneel to the cross

Give us our bread and bury our dead
And kneel to the cross on the wall
Whether burnt at the stake or drunk at the wake
Just kneel to the cross on the wall
We've original sin, but we might just get in
If we beg to the cross on the wall
It's rattle your sabre and love your neighbours
But kneel to that cross on the wall.

See the roof fall, hear the bells crash
As flesh and bone turn to ash
Tried to conquer the sun with a Christian frost
The corpses' stench beneath the cross

Give them gold and they'll save your soul
And kneel to the cross on the wall
Hail to the boss of the great unwashed
And kneel to the cross on the wall
They wail and weep, the march of the sheep
As they go to the cross on the wall
And it's ever so wrong to dare to be strong
So kneel to the cross on the wall

Trimis de: E.B.E. pe 28 May 2005, 09:04 PM

I Hate to Feel (Mortal Love)

My heart is still broken
Forever my soul is frozen...
Still watching the rain to fall
Forever standing in the cold all alone...

I'll stay here to the end
Another day to start
Another day to break my heart...
With love, still no romance
The fragile pieces of my soul
Belongs to you...

I hate to feel
I wish I couldn't feel at all...

Don't ask why I have to leave,
Don't know why I still breathe,
Don't understand why I'm still hiding...
All my thoughts for you, saving my
Love for you
Once again I'm living inside myself...

Trimis de: surzi pe 31 May 2005, 09:25 AM

Somnul - Georg Trakl



Blestemate fiţi voi, întunecate otrǎvuri,
Somn alb
Aceastǎ prea ciudata grǎdinǎ
De copaci în amurg,
Plinǎ cu şerpi, fluturi de noapte,
Pǎianjeni, lilieci !
Strǎine! Umbra ta pierdutǎ
În roşul serii,
Un corsar întunecat
În marea sǎratǎ a mâhnirii.
La marginea nopţii se ridicǎ pǎsǎri albe
Peste oraşe de oţel.
În prǎbuşire.

Trimis de: Eclectic pe 19 Jun 2005, 12:54 AM

Pământ

(de mine)

Mai sunt numai puţin din ce am fost.
Mai sunt doar vântul fără rost.
Mai sunt ce cred c-aş putea fi.
Mai sunt doar soare fără zi.

Mai sunt icoană de păcat.
Mai sunt destinul ce-am aflat.
Mai sunt credinta fără sfânt.
Mai sunt ce-am fost şi-oi fi:pământ.

Trimis de: surzi pe 19 Jun 2005, 05:35 PM

Mărturisire - Mateiu Caragiale


Sufletu-mi e-o mare moartă oglindind un cer de jale,
Arse stânci o-nchid în groaza sterpelor pustietăţi,
Pe ea boarea nu adie, veşnic dorm undele-i pale,
Ea în negru-i fund ascunde înecate vechi cetăţi.

Sufletu-mi e-un turn de piatră care cade în ruină,
Iedera şi muşchiul verde zidurile-i năpădesc,
Strajă a singurătăţii trist veghează pe colină,
Şi în juru-i, seara, tainic, liliecii fâlfâiesc.

Sufletu-mi e-o floare rară ce muiată pare-n sânge,
Spulberată-i fu mireasma de-al restriştii aprig vânt,
E-o cântare-ndepărtată ce visări apuse plânge,
E o candelă uitată ce se stinge pe-un mormânt.

Trimis de: Eclectic pe 20 Jun 2005, 07:00 AM

Nemurire

(de mine)

Eu sunt mormântul meu spre nemurire
Şi pot trăi murind fără de-a şti.
Să închistez în sine-mi trista fire
Ce-o simt zbătând să iasă înc-o zi.

Eu sunt mormântul meu spre nemurire
Şi mii de ani în şir mai pot să mor.
Să risipesc cu-a mea nefericire
Tristeţi şi umbre care dor.

Eu sunt mormântul meu spre nemurire
Şi-n tine să trăiesc aş vrea.
Căci viaţa veşnică e doar iubire
Şi-n tine doar văd viaţa mea.


12.11.2003

Trimis de: Eclectic pe 21 Sep 2005, 03:10 PM

Chin

Jilav este totul de jur împrejur,
O muscă din când în când mă sărută,
Astenia mai dă încă un tur,
Mişcarea în juru-mi îmi pare slută.

Stau contemplativ şi nu pricep mai nimic.
O vânzoleală în jur dar nu o percep.
Mă mângâie seara şi frunzişul elastic
Şi chinurile toate le cred că încep.

Un stup de petale acide s-a spart,
Căprioara deodată ia chip de gheonoaie.
De voi, cei normali, mii de veacuri mă despart
Şi un păgân tărâm uscat de la ploaie.

Şi doresc
dar degeaba.
Şi simt
dar dispare.
Şi cred
dar ursul mă sfâşie cu laba.
Şi exist
dar trupu-mi sens nu mai are.

Şi totul s-a dus.
Şi cerul m-a răpus.
18 mai 2001

Trimis de: Nico pe 27 Sep 2005, 09:23 PM

Mircea Cărtărescu
------------------------------------------
În stilul lui Bacovia

e seară şi ninge-ndesat
zăpada-n zăpadă se lasă
şi abia mă mai mişc îngheţat
şi abia mai ştiu drumul spre casă

e beznă un câine-a lătrat
de-acum n-are rost să mai sper
sprijinit de un stâlp un soldat
şi-aprinde ţigarea stingher

e noapte şi ninge turbat
şi nu mai zăresc nici un drum
cum viaţa-i un loc depărtat
cum totu-i mai simplu de-acum!

Trimis de: surzi pe 3 Dec 2005, 01:52 AM

Cetini negre -- Lucian Blaga

Cetini negre sună-n urmă,
drum mă poartă, chin mă scurmă.

Cetini negre sună-n faţă,
ceasul sîngeră prin ceaţă.

Cetini negre îmi descîntă,
geana inimii n-o zvîntă.

Cetini negre-n lume zică
zvonul brumelor ce pică.

Cetini negre-n lume spună
ostenita mea furtună.

Trimis de: Kyklos pe 3 Dec 2005, 06:20 PM

Bacovia imi place

Liceu-George Bacovia

Liceu, - cimitir
Al tineretii mele -
Pedanti profesori
Si examene grele...
Si azi m?-nfiori
Liceu, - cimitir
Al tineretii mele!

- Liceu, - cimitir
Cu lungi coridoare -
Azi nu mai sunt eu
Si mintea m? doare...
Nimic nu mai vreau -
Liceu, - cimitir
Cu lungi coridoare...

- Liceu, - cimitir
Al tineretii mele -
In lume m-ai dat
In valtorile grele,
Atat de blazat...
Liceu, - cimitir
Al tineretii mele!