by Lucian Blaga - 1919
Can sense my madness when you hear
Life murmuring in me
Like an old spring
Invading in a sounding cave?
Can sense my flame when in my arms
You tremble like a drop
Of dew hugged
By the rays of light?
Can sense my love when i am watching
With sinful eyes the fault in you
And telling:
Never seen God
So great!?
Thursday, October 6, 2016
Wednesday, August 3, 2016
Statui de daci
STATUI DE PRIZONIERI DACI DIN DIFERITE MUZEE ȘI ROMA
Se pare că romanilor le plăcea tot ce este decorativ și exotic și când își făceau arcurile de triumf sau columnele puneau și statui de prizonieri de seamă pe acolo. Astfel putem să ne privim în față strămoșii. Îl văd aici pe Florin Piersic, Mircea Albulescu dar și alții, cunoscuți de-ai mei din altă viață.
Știu erau cam supărați normal erau prizonieri pentru cei mai sensibili îmi cer scuze. Poate le-o fi trecut totuși după 2 mii de ani.
Nu tipul ăla negru nu e cuman negru. Doar marmora e neagră (de fapt e granit).
Sunt incluse și unele imagini violente. Imaginile sunt în ordinea unei căutări google. În această postare sunt numai fotografii de statui de daci. Nu am avut timp să mai scriu de pe unde e fiecare statuie de fapt ce contează. Imaginile acestea sunt și proprietatea românilor.
Thursday, July 21, 2016
Things We Are
Lucian Blaga
Things we are among things.
Almost souls we are you and i,
By destiny we are what we are
Things we each carry so far,
Thoughts like stones, sometimes stars
And always desires.
On his own road each
would go forever somewhere,
Would go together, always together
But the road of clouds is too big
In our world altogether.
Things we are among things.
Almost souls we are you and i,
By destiny we are what we are
Things we each carry so far,
Thoughts like stones, sometimes stars
And always desires.
On his own road each
would go forever somewhere,
Would go together, always together
But the road of clouds is too big
In our world altogether.
Wednesday, July 20, 2016
Woman
by Lucian Blaga
what sea do carry in your soul and who are you?
Sing one more time your wish,
to listen you
and seconds to resemble buds
From which eternities will bloom for real.
what sea do carry in your soul and who are you?
Sing one more time your wish,
to listen you
and seconds to resemble buds
From which eternities will bloom for real.
Eve
Lucian Blaga, 1919
When Serpent gave Eve the apple, he talked
with a voice that sounded
From within leaves like a silver bell.
But it also happened he whispered then
something in her ear too
softly, untellable softly,
something not told even in scriptures.
Not even God heard what exactly he whispered
Though he was listening too
And Eve didn't want to tell Adam also.
Ever since, the woman hides under her eyelid a secret
and moves her eyebrow like telling
she knows something
we all don't,
and nobody knows,
not even God.
When Serpent gave Eve the apple, he talked
with a voice that sounded
From within leaves like a silver bell.
But it also happened he whispered then
something in her ear too
softly, untellable softly,
something not told even in scriptures.
Not even God heard what exactly he whispered
Though he was listening too
And Eve didn't want to tell Adam also.
Ever since, the woman hides under her eyelid a secret
and moves her eyebrow like telling
she knows something
we all don't,
and nobody knows,
not even God.