December 2008
Wednesday, 31. December 2008, 14:46:28
Once we were laughing, we were looking for fun while others ARE looking for warm Sun, for FREEDOM ... they miss relax, theire hearts became damp, theire eyes swelled...Narrow streets destroyed...they walked alone....all of them are asking "where is the sun of every day?"
is there any answer?
Thursday, 18. December 2008, 14:40:30
Again, it was snowing silentely...the sound of silence reside in a white scene...nothing disturbed it.
It was calm, he was there, he enjoyed the snow's light, he liked walking on sky's clouds...Suddenly, it was a snowstorm...that fair pieces of cotton were disturbing the silence...that white pieces accumulate streets and trees...it was cold and damp.
Dimness, i can't see you dear...my heart!...i was looking for you "hey, is any body there?"...no one!, no answer, no reply!
The snowstorm became strong...the snowhill was here and there but he wasn't either here nor there!
Silence again, that pleased me, i was waiting for something to happen...go on! you're in heart...go on!
no reply! that heart became pale, i became pale!...no relpy, darkness again!...
Thursday, 11. December 2008, 14:54:37
I thought that i'm a stone on the earth or a cloud in the sky....i thought that i'm living in death.
On the other hand, i said to my self: NO because i have read a story is tittled "LA MARE AU DIABLE" , the author wrote a jolly attractive lines it makes me think then think...but i can't understand the real meaning between lines...he have said:
A la sueur de ton visaige
Tu gagnerois ta pauvre vie,
Après long travail et usaige,
Voicy la mort qui te convie
if we can say so, he have said:
For the sweats in your face
you'll win the misery life
After a long time of work and practice
That's the death that calls you.
PS.the Author wrote that verses using the old French (i.e) there's no thing wrong in the spelling of words -in French-.
Saturday, 6. December 2008, 19:21:32
the sound of silence
Hello darkness my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while i was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams i walked alone
Narrow streets of Cobblestone
Neath the halo of street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and dump
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That slipt the night
And touched the sound of silence
And the naked light i saw
Ten thousand people maybe more
People talking without speaking
people hearing without listening
People writing songs that voiced never share
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence
"Fools" said i "you do not know
Silence like a cancer grow
Hear my words that i might teach you
Take my arms that i might reach you "
But my words like silence raindrops fell
And echoed
In the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out it waring
In the word that it was forming
And the sign said "the words of the prophets are written on subway walls
And tenement halls"
And whisper'd in the sound of silence
the singers: Simon and Garfunkel
Thursday, 4. December 2008, 17:24:39
It's snowing, the weather is terrible...like She..., She's sitting there and think over, He want to help her but he don't know how he can do so!?
She's sitting before the heater, she's sad at heart and soul...He pushed her to take it easy as the tree loss it leaves in Autumn,...She think to turn over a new leaf but she can't do so and he can't, too.
That's her dark side...there's no jocosity, no happiness...she's hostage sadness. Maybe next Winter she'll see life, maybe she'll smile...pray for her!
Thursday, 4. December 2008, 17:07:53
Ce violon rend des très beaux sons.
Quand les fleures renaissent au Printemps.
Et les herbes remuent dans le vent.
La tempête faisait rage...
J'ai eu un espoir ...
Comme les fruits de la pensée ,
Le joindre des cœurs.
C'est un champ visuel.
C'est un ouvrage d'art.
Renaitre a l'espoir.
WIDGETIZE