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If only, as before
I were proud,
I would leave you forever,
I would split my Kingdom in two.
All the things I can never part with,
all that is not worth effort.
I would say; you carry away
with you a hundred promises,
a hundred holidays, a hundred words.
You can take them with you.
And to me there is only cold dawn,
One hundred belated trams
and one hundred raindrops
on the tram tracks,
A hundred alleys,
a hundred streets
and a hundred
drops of rain,
running after me.
FABULOUS OLD SOUL
How can I attract
those things I truly desire?
Especially you, after
a long time has gone.
I sit here alone,
and pondering, my inner fires .
How can I see you, now,
or soon …(?)
Experience courts
abundance
of a chaste mind.
I look ONLY for you;
someday, we will find
each other in the same place:
Yes! It’s no coincidence,
keeping track
of heartfelt memories …(!)
I’d so like to know.
Old fabulous soul.
I’d so love to know.
Fabulous old soul.
I see that we go through;
aeons, times, all different ages.
Always entangled, close,
but still, so far away
we are a match, eternally,
we know that, somehow
we’ll get together,
and feel the same way.
Lyrics by Sar Araion
FRANTIC MELODY
Drowning is not so pitiful
As the attempt to rise.
Three times, ’t is said, a sinking man
Comes up to face the skies,
And then reclines for ever
To that abhorred abode
Where hope and he part company, -
For he is grasped of God.
The Maker’s cordial visage,
However good to see,
Is shunned, we must admit it,
Like an adversity.
How still the bells in steeples stand,
Till, swollen with the sky,
They leap upon their silver feet
In frantic melody.
Poem by Emily Dickenson
TEMPEST
You saw a maiden on a cliff
Above the sea, all dressed in white
As, raging in the stormy mist,
The waves and shore were locked in fight;
As bolts of lightening flashed and poured
A crimson glow about her shape;
As round her head the tempest roared
And winds assailed her streaming cape.
O splendid sea and storm and mist!?
O gleaming heavens flashing free!
And yet that maiden on the cliff
Outshines that sky and storm and sea.
Poem by Alexander Pushkin
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