dream…


I dream with you 
while you dream of me 
while I dreamed a dream 
within someone else’s dream
Cigarettes After Sex 

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow —
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it, therefore, the less gone?  
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand —
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep — while I weep!
O, God! Can I not grasp 
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

— Edgar Allan Poe —

if you could only see…


Are people who would do anything
to bring back the person about which
they said at a time was just a pleasant
waste of time… A simple experiment.
For those, the game with the feelings,
it’s like a drink. But till one day, when
they will realize their station passed up.
Forget ’em and never see them anymore.
After all, they’ll never truly know even
in a million years what they really want,
what they really love to be and with who.
Accept it like any other lesson of life and
try to rise up again. Maybe another soul,
with feelings translated not by words but
by facts full of gentleness and tenderness
will get to your frightened mind helping
and learning with you the meaning of life
or the meaning of lips loved not just for
what are saying, but also for many other
tolerable skills as if you could only see

_____________©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ
Tonic

if I’m not asking too much…


— …Suppose that to give a few lectures,

daily you had to commute
between Heaven and Hell,
what would you take with you?

— A book, a bottle of wine and a woman, Lord,
if I’m not asking too much.

— Too much. We’ll cut out the woman.
She would involve you in conversations
putting ideas into your head,
and your preparation would suffer.

— I beseech you, cut out the book,
I’m gonna write it myself, Lord,
if I only have the bottle of wine and the woman.
That’s my wish and my need.
Is it too much?

— You’re asking too much…
Supposing that daily, to give a few lectures,
you had to commute between Heaven and Hell,
what would you take with you?

— A bottle of wine and a woman,
if I’m not asking too much.

— That’s what you wanted before,
don’t be insistent,
it’s too much, as you know…
We’ll cut out the woman.

— What do you have against her?
Why do you persecute her?
Cut out the bottle rather!
Wine weakens me,
almost leaves me unable to draw…
I’ll be inspiring myself
from my beloved one’s eyes
for preparing those lectures.

│Silence, for minutes or an eternity.
Respite. In which to forget.│

— Well, suppose that to give a few lectures,
you had to commute daily,
between Heaven and Hell,
what would you take with you?

— A woman, Lord, if I’m not asking too much.

— You’re asking too much.
We’ll cut out the woman.

— In this case, cut out the lectures rather,
cut out Hell and Heaven,
for me, it’s either all or nothing!
I’d do the road between Heaven and Hell for nothing!
How to scare and terrify those sinners from Hell,
if I don’t have the woman as teaching material to show it?
How to lift the righteous in Heaven,
if I don’t have the book to interpret it?
How can I support the road and differences of temperature,
brightness, and pressure between Heaven and Hell,
if I haven’t the wine to give myself courage?
—————————
poem by M.Soresco

translation‧‧‧ ©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Black Sabbath

sing a song of love to me


You said I will forget you,

but you forgot to mention
in which life.
Which’s the universe
without any remember about
the whispers of your eyes,
the sweetness of your lips…?
And why…?
Why while I think of you,
I miss you more and more,
over again… at endlessly?
You said that I’ll forget you…
Then tell me in which galaxy
this fact will really happen and
I will lose myself into a laxity
forgetting your smile,
your gaze… — and your kisses
forgetting all and any memory
and swear I’ll let ’em crushing in
thousand shards like your wills
exactly as you wished, —
[me, like a beggar, begging you
You said that I’ll forget you
but you’ve been wrong… —
I never stopped looking for you
and sure I never will…
_____________©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ
Chris Rea │ Nino Ferrer

and now you’re mine


Rest with your dream in my dream.
Love and pain and work should all sleep now.
The night turns on its invisible wheels and, —
you are pure beside me as a sleeping amber.

No one else, Love, will sleep in my dreams. You will go,
we will go together, over the waters of time.
No one else will travel through the shadows with me,
only you, evergreen, ever sun, ever moon.

Your hands have already opened their delicate fists
and let their soft drifting signs drop away;
your eyes closed like two gray wings, and I move
after, following the folding water you carry, that carries
me away. The night, the world, the wind spin out their destiny.
Without you, I am your dream, only that, and that is all

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
by Pablo Neruda
│narrators │Andy Garcia & Julia Roberts
│song │Il Postino (Main Theme)
│music │ Luis Bacalov

Black Sabbath


NᵃᵗⁱᵛⁱᵗʸIBˡᵃᶜᵏ
Oh yeah!
Some people say my love cannot be true,
Please believe me, my love, and I’ll show you
I will give you those things you thought unreal,
The sun, the moon, the stars all bear my seal.
Oh yeah!
Follow me now and you will not regret
Leaving the life you led before we met,
You are the first to have this love of mine,
Forever with me ’till the end of time.
Your love for me has just got to be real,
Before you know the way I’m going to feel,
I’m going to feel, I’m going to feel.
Oh yeah!
Now I have you with me, under my power,
Our love grows stronger now with every hour,
Look into my eyes, you’ll see who I am,
My name is Lucifer, please take my hand.
Oh yeah!
Follow me now and you will not regret
Leaving the life you led before we met,
You are the first to have this love of mine,
Forever with me ’till the end of time.
Your love for me has just got to be real,
Before you know the way I’m going to feel,
I’m going to feel, I’m going to feel.
Oh yeah!
Now I have you with me, under my power,
Our love grows stronger now with every hour,
Look into my eyes, you’ll see who I am,
My name is Lucifer, please take my hand.

Jim Morrison


it may have been in pieces…
but I gave you the best of me
 Jim Morrison 
The Ghost Song
☆☆☆☆ lyrics:
Awake.
Shake dreams from your hair
my pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
the day’s divinity. First thing you see.
A vast radiant beach and cooled jeweled moon,
couples naked race down by its quiet side
and we laugh like soft, mad children
smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy.
The music and voices are all around us.
Choose they croon, the Ancient Ones, –
the time has come again, choose now they croon 
beneath the moon beside an ancient lake.
Enter again the sweet forest, 
Enter the hot dream,
Come with us!
Everything is broken up and dances.
Indians scattered on dawn’s highway bleeding,
Ghosts crowd the young child’s fragile eggshell mind.
We have assembled inside this ancient and insane theater
to propagate our lust for life –
and flee the swarming wisdom of the streets.
The barns have stormed, the windows kept –
and only one of all the rest to dance and save us
from the divine mockery of words, –
Music inflames temperament.
Ooh, Great Creator of granting us one more hour,
to perform our art and perfect our lives.
We need great golden copulations.
When the true kings’ murderers are allowed to roam free,
a thousand magicians arise in the land, –
Where is the feast we are promised?
 │ One more thing… │
Thank you, oh, Lord, for the white blind light.
Thank you, oh, Lord, for the white blind light.
A city rises from the sea.
I had a splitting headache from which the future’s made. 

fluff…


Shhhush…
I’m listening to
what says your silence…
Keep quiet… —
I hear you now…
You drew
the breath of mine
exactly
as you dreamt me 
feeling me
as if I’m choking… —
Are you the one
who’s doing this?
I can not sleep
and are only
a few seconds
after sharp…
I miss you… am I?
Can you hear me
howling silenced
from miles away?
_____________©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ

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