Się pożegnałem bez do widzenia

"A word"

Love is a word
to be spelled
correctly
and you just
do it wrong

Tańczę po pokoju, po mojej podłodze wspaniałej, która niejedno widziała. Obserwuje mnie Google Street View z nie dość ciepłego sierpnia 2011 roku. W oknie rośliny, zielone pnącza, którym nie poświęcam uwagi. Flaga - biała, jak ślad kapitulacji, czerwona - jak krew, miłość i seks. 

Rolety opuszczone, oko przymrużone. 

Nic mnie nie boli, celę mam wygodną, światło ma kierunek i wektor pomyślny. Nawet, jeśli teraz, późno w nocy, nie za wiele świeci. "Noszę je w sobie". 

Shooting scene at CC TV

Historia się rozrasta, pojawiają się nowe argumenty... Jest się czego bać! 

praski street art

"Don’t you ever fall in love with me"

I don’t need your lips to say my name

I don’t need your arms to bond my waist

That I belong to you I’m eager not to hear

Don’t you ever fall in love with me

For funny things like this

I am too big, you know

I walk where shoes of suede

Are leading my blue soul

You want to take me up

Just into seventh heaven

You want to walk me down

The aisle and stay together

But…

Don’t you ever fall in love with me…

You want to pay our bills in half

And take my doggy for a walk

Dear me, I think it’s far enough

If we sip a cup of tea and talk

I want to leave my house

At night and paint the town red

So don’t wait, my “to-be” spouse,

I am so far ahead.

And remember…

Don’t you ever fall in love with me…

“Love, she will guide us, long live the queen!”

The newlyweds think, when bells a’ring

But then you see a shooting scene:

“Husband killed wife”  at CC TV

Don’t you ever fall in love with me…

I can't quit you, baby

Don't you ever fall in love with me

Ladies and Gentlemen... Twierdzę, że nie ma to jak dobry, prosty tekst, który będzie niósł treści ponadczasowe i uniwersalne. Jak mówił Tumim "de biustibus non est deputandum". 

"Don’t you ever fall in love with me"

I don’t need your lips to say my name

I don’t need your arms to bond my waist

That I belong to you I’m eager not to hear

Don’t you ever fall in love with me

For funny things like this

I am too big, you know

I walk where shoes of suede

Are leading my blue soul

You want to take me up

Just into seventh heaven

You want to walk me down the aisle 

And stay together

But remember…

Don’t you ever fall in love with me

You want to split our bills

And take my doggy for a walk

Dear me, I think it is bliss

If we sip a cup of tea and talk

I want to leave my house

At night and paint the town red

So don’t wait, my “to-be” spouse,

I am so far ahead.

And remember…

Don’t you ever fall in love with me

“Love, she will guide us, long live the queen!”

The newlyweds think, when bells a’ring

But then you see a shooting scene:

“Husband killed wife” at CC TV

Don’t you ever fall in love with me

Second side of the moon - 2002

Pisząc wtedy tę piosenkę, nie wiedziałam, że stanie wśród innych, gotowych do podania światu. Jest jedno "ale" - teraz muszę słuchać metronomu...  

Muzycznie - Ayo

by R.Ciok

Second side of the moon

Walking long at windy nights 

Keeping eyes wide opened   

Stepping in the little oceans 

Where reflects the light of hope.  

There you can  find me                     

Calling up to the moon                    

I make my confession                       

She’s the one to understand. 

Maybe we will meet someday          

On the one of my dark routes

Maybe we could fly over    

Lonely isles, lonely times       

And turn our faces                 

To the second side of the moon       

Just turn our faces                 

To the second side of the moon       

Dawn would catch us on the sidewalk

With the contraband of thoughts

Covered by the cloth of diamonds

We’re invisible in the crowd

So freedom’s found

Laying in our hands

Till the midnight hours

Till the immortal dance of death

Maybe you will see someday

Spectral faces in the lake

Maybe one of the diamonds

Night will put in your hair

And the unexpected voice

Of the second side of the moon

Deep in your heart – voice

Of the second side of the moon.

Diary - back to 2000

Przeczytałam te wiersze i stwierdziłam, że nadawałyby się dla gimnazjalistów na walentynkowe kartki. Można polecić młodszemu rodzeństwu. 

Muzyczny komentarz pochodzi z jednego z moich ulubionych filmów "The scent of a woman". Twarz chłopaka przy stoliku... Ech... Long live Al.

Po namyśle - nie skatowałam tu języka Szekspira, mimo wszystko. 

***

one smile opens my day

to leave it warm

(laying) on my pillow

***

the music of the world

plays on my senses

the chorus sings:

do you remember?

***

finding you

in this fussy game

called life

was a ray of light

warming my frozen heart

***

Life-blood

Found

But still

Not mine

"A moment"

At last

Your smile

Came in admire

On my face

Just a quick glance

Gave me the power

To swim over

My brick walls

Of sadness

"Sets and rises"

The day is over

Once more I sit

In my cosy bed

Thoughts are slim

As a swing

Of a stream

Music of my body

Goes in the right rhythm

As a sun

Going up and down

Coming from the sky

Just in my hands

"Waltz"

Dancing in the air

In your arms

So smoothly

Imagining the heaven

Is the place

We're movin'

Goin' higher and deeper

In the music

Around us

Challenging our feelings

No breath no breath

No stop

"REBUS SIC STANTIBUS"

There is no proof

No sign of truth

Your love

Balances

Like a cat

On a thin hot roof