Are those your eyes Is that your smile Ive been looking at you forever Yet I never saw you before Are these your hands holding mine Now I wonder how I could have been so blind And for the first time I am looking in your eyes For the first time Im seeing who you are I can't believe how much I see When you're looking back at me Now I understand what love is, love is For the first time
Can this be real Can this be true Am I the person I was this morning And are you the same you Its all so strange How can it be All along this love was right in front of me And for the first time I am looking in your eyes For the first time Im seeing who you are I can't believe how much I see When you're looking back at me Now I understand what love is, love is For the first time
Such a long time ago I had given up On finding this emotion ever again But you're here with me now Yes I found you somehow And Ive never been so sure And for the first time I am looking in your eyes For the first time Im seeing who you are Cant believe how much I see When you're looking back at me Now I understand what love is, love is For the first time For the first time
E minunata imaginea timpului tau, timpul lui Nichita. Uite cum arata timpul meu acum o saptamana, can mai era vara inca: " E inca vara si mult prea multa liniste in jur, e o lumina alba, ascutita. In mine cresc cascade si furtuni, caci am uitat sa mai cresc fluturi. E inca vara, fierbinte ca o dupa-amiaza de duminica-n desert. Miroase a praf, a-ncins si-a aer pustiu, a timp incremenit intr-o sala de asteptare. A timp uitat in nemiscare pe un peron, peronul garii lui Paler. Intind mainile si cuprind ziua la amiaza, vreau s-o grabesc spre maine. Tace. Doar secundele se opun, scapandu-mi printre degete. Nemilos, timpul se transforma in granule de cuart colorat, stralucitoare si reci si umple clepsidra pana la refuz. E neinduplecat la rugaminti, cersiri, dorinte. Nu vrea sa intoarca clepsidra, sa-nceapa maine de cu seara, curge pe langa ea, risipindu-se in stoluri de ganduri amare. E liniar. E egal cu el insusi. Pretinde ca sunt imperfecta si adaptata pasului de melc. Timpul asta nu ma cunoaste deloc. Traim impreuna de o multime de ani si inca n-a invatat sa ma cunoasca. Ii e frica de mine, ii e teama ca am sa-l compactez si am sa-l cuibaresc in casuta mea de melc. Si ca apoi am sa-l scot la mezat in portii mici. Da, chiar am sa-mi scot timpul la mezat. Deci? cine da mai mult? Dau si pe credit si la nevoie accept si plata in lacrimi."
Superb. :) Multumesc draga prietena. M-au ajuns cuvintele astea. M-a ajuns si toamna si tare imi place. E clar ca Pamantul inca se invarteste si deci traim intr-o vie, in miscare, o lume a tuturor posibilitatilor. Doar pentru ca se misca...
Are those your eyes
RăspundețiȘtergereIs that your smile
Ive been looking at you forever
Yet I never saw you before
Are these your hands holding mine
Now I wonder how I could have been so blind
And for the first time I am looking in your eyes
For the first time Im seeing who you are
I can't believe how much I see
When you're looking back at me
Now I understand what love is, love is
For the first time
Can this be real
Can this be true
Am I the person I was this morning
And are you the same you
Its all so strange
How can it be
All along this love was right in front of me
And for the first time I am looking in your eyes
For the first time Im seeing who you are
I can't believe how much I see
When you're looking back at me
Now I understand what love is, love is
For the first time
Such a long time ago I had given up
On finding this emotion ever again
But you're here with me now
Yes I found you somehow
And Ive never been so sure
And for the first time I am looking in your eyes
For the first time Im seeing who you are
Cant believe how much I see
When you're looking back at me
Now I understand what love is, love is
For the first time
For the first time
E minunata imaginea timpului tau, timpul lui Nichita.
RăspundețiȘtergereUite cum arata timpul meu acum o saptamana, can mai era vara inca:
" E inca vara si mult prea multa liniste in jur, e o lumina alba, ascutita. In mine cresc cascade si furtuni, caci am uitat sa mai cresc fluturi.
E inca vara, fierbinte ca o dupa-amiaza de duminica-n desert. Miroase a praf, a-ncins si-a aer pustiu, a timp incremenit intr-o sala de asteptare. A timp uitat in nemiscare pe un peron, peronul garii lui Paler.
Intind mainile si cuprind ziua la amiaza, vreau s-o grabesc spre maine. Tace. Doar secundele se opun, scapandu-mi printre degete. Nemilos, timpul se transforma in granule de cuart colorat, stralucitoare si reci si umple clepsidra pana la refuz. E neinduplecat la rugaminti, cersiri, dorinte. Nu vrea sa intoarca clepsidra, sa-nceapa maine de cu seara, curge pe langa ea, risipindu-se in stoluri de ganduri amare. E liniar. E egal cu el insusi.
Pretinde ca sunt imperfecta si adaptata pasului de melc. Timpul asta nu ma cunoaste deloc. Traim impreuna de o multime de ani si inca n-a invatat sa ma cunoasca. Ii e frica de mine, ii e teama ca am sa-l compactez si am sa-l cuibaresc in casuta mea de melc. Si ca apoi am sa-l scot la mezat in portii mici.
Da, chiar am sa-mi scot timpul la mezat. Deci? cine da mai mult?
Dau si pe credit si la nevoie accept si plata in lacrimi."
Elena
cand era inca vara*
ȘtergereElena
Superb. :) Multumesc draga prietena. M-au ajuns cuvintele astea. M-a ajuns si toamna si tare imi place. E clar ca Pamantul inca se invarteste si deci traim intr-o vie, in miscare, o lume a tuturor posibilitatilor. Doar pentru ca se misca...
RăspundețiȘtergereCe fel de leoaice de august suntem noi, de ne place asa mult septembrie?
ȘtergereSe invarte pamantul pur si simplu si ne aduce mai aproape.
Elena