it's spring

cover my heart with something (a quilt but rather with your heart fling....)

iretroversiune brutala si inexacta dintr-o poezie (se stie care) .

i'd rather dance with you, than talk to you....dump this fat cat mood and stop acting like garfield in the red meadows of lasagna sauce (which, by the way, is the best way to have a non-fast-food meal that is still fast and good enough).

and here's a pretty good reason to do so


Iron & Wine Passing Afternoon



There are times that walk from you like some passing afternoon
Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon
And she chose a yard to burn but the ground remembers her
Wooden spoons, her children stir her Bougainvillea blooms

There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days
Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made
And she's chosen to believe in the hymns her mother sings
Sunday pulls its children from the piles of fallen leaves

There are sailing ships that pass all our bodies in the grass
Springtime calls her children until she let's them go at last
And she's chosen where to be, though she's lost her wedding ring
Somewhere near her misplaced jar of Bougainvillea seeds

There are things we can't recall, Blind as night that finds us all
Winter tucks her children in, her fragile china dolls
But my hands remember hers, rolling around the shaded ferns
Naked arms, her secrets still like songs I'd never learned

There are names across the sea, only now I do believe
Sometimes, with the window closed, she'll sit and think of me
But she'll mend his tattered clothes and they'll kiss as if they know
A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone

Underwear

Pulp- F.E.E.L.I.N.G.C.A.L.L.E.D.L.O.V.E.

The room is cold and has been like this for several months.

If I close my eyes I can visualise everything in it right down,

right down to the broken handle on the third drawer down the dressing table.

And the world outside this room has also assumed a familiar shape:-

the same events shuffled in a slightly different order each day.

Just like a modern shopping centre.


And it's so cold - yeah it's so cold.

What...is...this... feeling called love?

Why me?

Why you?

Why here?

Why now?


It doesn't make no sense. No.

It's not convenient. No.

It doesn't fit my plans. No.

It's something I don't understand. Oh.

(F.E.E.L.I.N.G.C.A double L.E.D.L.O.V.E.
What is this thing that is happening to me?)


And as I stand and cross the room

I feel as if my whole life has been leading to this one moment.

And as I touch your shoulder tonight

this room has become the centre of the entire universe.

So what do I do?

I've got a slightly sick feeling in my stomach

like I'm standing on the top of a very high building.

Oh yeah, all the stuff they tell you about in the movies,

but this isn't chocolate boxes and roses - it's dirtier than that,

like some small animal that only comes out at night.

And I see flashes of the shape of your breasts and the curve of your belly

and they make me have to sit down and catch my breath.



And it's so cold - yeah it's so cold. Oh.

What...is...this... feeling called love?

Why me?

Why you?

Why here?

And why now?

Oh it doesn't make no sense. No.

It's not convenient. No.

It doesn't fit my plans but I got that taste in my mouth again.


(F.E.E.L.I.N.G.C.A. double L.E.D.L.O.V.E.

What is this thing that is happening to me?)

Si confuzismele uzuale. Usor introdusa intr-o depresiune potential toxica... am scris in sfarsit o chestie mishto, cum sunt doar chestiile vag monstruoase care ies din contactul creion-hartie. dar mi-e lene s-o transcriu. "Laziest Girl in Town", that's so right for me. Pana una alta...cantecul dragut de mai sus aflat pe repeat forever in playlistul meu zace pe-acisilea, laolalta cu starea de vale-deal-vale-deal in care sunt (iar eu imi traduc starile in frongleza si in sunete radiohead-iste, pulp-iste sau jazz-iste de orice fel.mai recent, shoegaze-iste, dar mai am de analizat putin teritoriul, sa nu ma atace My Bloody Valentine pe nepregatite si sa ma muste de picior si sa nu mai dau pe la dragutul stabiliment vino-tequilo-fire-si-tevi-care-ies-din-pereti vianist).

poza de mai sus am pescuit-o de pe-aci....si nu dati cu mine de pamant, imi trebuia ceva frumos si la obiect.