Undeva departe
Emo?iile ?i-au facut adapost
Afara ploua ?i e frig..
Ele, tremura, sperând la un anotimp mai bun
Înainte de pisc, au fost îndrumate de un calugar
El le-a urnit din loc ?i le-a dat direc?ia spre Vârful Exprimarii
Dar când au ajuns acolo, le-a parasit cum s-a înnoptat
Iar ele înca se întreaba daca e pentru ca a ajuns sa le cunoasca
Tremurând, î?i spun pove?tile lor personale
De la întâmplari fericite ?i pâna la trairi terifiante
?i în tot acest timp afara e bezna
Iar ploaia devine zapada
Diminea?a vine cu o întrebare:
"Ramânem pe Vârful Exprimarii sau coborâm în Valea Reprimarii?"
Acolo în vale este cald ?i tihna.
Nu e nicio durere, dar ?i nicio placere.
Oare cum e mai bine?
Aici sau acolo? Acum sau mai încolo?
Oare mai au o cale? O cale ?esuta din pove?tile pe care tocmai ?i le-au spus?
Dupa ce au fugit de Valea Reprimarii ?i au suferit pe Vârful Exprimarii, care e calea catre Marele Echilibru Interior?
Dreams of tropical beaches
The dead won't let me sleep
Money got me always on my feet
A certain gift a contempt behind closed doors
The sweetness of life illusions spelled out in a dream
The dead won't let me weep
Never ashamed but rather in awe
Some kind of wonder that deulification
To match your hypnotic blame
Just you be certain
I become a cowboy when all around me is shame
I carry a gun to keep your demons away
This pen won't kill me in my sleep
Obscure songs trap me in a theatre with hand puppets and magic wands
To always bring me back to a time without a clock
Just an old cabin a squeaky door and a dog laying on the floor
The dead makes me remember
To wake up early when the sun brings life to its feet
Riding into the edge of dawn
Flying with grace how she wore swan song feathers
When I was 7 I could have been 9
But back then it was the life of a band.
So here I sit
Just waiting for the man
Dedicated to John Cale and Jim Morrison
And 1969
If the disciples hadn't encountered Him,
--Risen-- three days after He had died--
They wouldn't have given their lives
--for Him! Wouldn't even have tried.
They didn't suggest they'd had a vision
of Jesus resurrected, just in a dream--
The Son shone through a cloud of witnesses...
Healed wound-marks --proof-- He did redeem!
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Inspired by listening 2 the Cale Clarke Show,
on Relevant Radio-- after Easter Sunday! :-D
Memorial tribute to my pup Cale 17 October 2014 to 5 June 2015
The scar that’s cut inside of me, sucks the living life from me. Just one more moment spent with you, that’s all I’m living for.
I know that it can never be, but hope I do and hope is free. Just one more moment spent with you, that’s all I’m living for.
My constant yearn to have you close, out of all I’ve lost, I miss you most. An unmet wish for one last kiss, that’s all I’m longing for.
What gifts you gave in your short life, unconditional love, pure and true, helped me through much trouble and strife. Just one more moment spent with you, that’s all I’m living for.
Regra fundamental
Hoje e sempre
na viva ou nos negócios
a regra fundamental
É não calar
Hoje e sempre;
desafie-se
a não
calar!
Não cale
o teu sonho permanente
a tua esperança incerta
na tua simplicidade
e nos teus gestos generosos.
Veja e sinta uma realidade diferente;
Imagine o que você vai fazer com a descoberta;
Lembra? Imaginar é traçar planos!
Imagine como inspirar mais pessoas!
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