Guide des j¤urs de pluie

Burning eyes | 30 mars 2008

 

Here, up in my tree
I'm looking back at you
-Feeling the rain sliding along my shoulders
-feeling the rain soaking through my hair
                But it doesn't matter.

 Here, up in my tree
I'm looking back at you
And the rain seems so unreal in your eyes.

 

 In your eyes I can see
My reflection in the branches
And the tree casting rays of sun in the air, burning out the sky.

My skin is so wet but my heart seems so warm
Through my soul I can see my eyes reflecting yours

 

 Here, up in my tree
I am looking back at you
There's no rain anymore:
Looking in your eyes is just like staring at a burning star.

 

 Bande son ***Feelings- the offspring***

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The violinist | 28 mars 2008

 

     Derrière la vitre froide, le vent,

et l'enfant qui regarde le luthier

faire sécher ses violons:

 

des poires en hiver, dans l'arbre mort !  

 

 

Bande son: ***Holemet, Din Din Aviv***

Publié par Mélite à 09:34:36 dans Est | Commentaires (4) | Permaliens

Old Aaron | 28 mars 2008

 

Old Aaron sits there alone,
Under a  spider-shaped tree.
“Old Aaron is wrong” they all said.
 

Old Aaron sits there alone,
Can't look at the sky.
Under his cherry tree,
He stares at the circles dancing
In the mud puddle,
He stares at the raindrops
 Washing out the reflexion of his red skin in the water.
 

“Old Aaron is wrong” they said,
And he wonders why younger ones can't see the world throught his wet eyes.
He wonders why he sits there alone again, hoping.
He said: “Fraternity's fading. People together can't get going”.
 

-But he is still there waiting. -

 

Bande son ***Micky Green- Oh***

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The aerialist | 27 mars 2008

 

I am a aerialist
Dancing on an vanishing thread
Twirling around
Again and again
Waiting for your voice to fade away
Fearing that your song could slow down. 

 

 I am a ballerina,
Locked in a soap bubble
Wondering if my dreams will burst and split
Or if I will reach and land on the moon.

 

 I am drifting in an evaporating sea
Wondering why you always reverse when I step forward
Wondering if I had better  wait for you or let my feelings die
Wondering why good things always end up on the edge of the precipice.

 

BANDE SON ***Yaelle Naïm- puppet***

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don't know what to expect | 27 mars 2008

Bande son : " Et si tu restes à ta place quand je reste à ma place, à l'automne on attendra le printemps!"

 {Babylon Circus, J'aurais bien voulu}

Publié par Mélite à 20:24:04 dans Ghost fantasy | Commentaires (0) | Permaliens

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