Saturday, February 25, 2012

Rumi - Come to me without a sound

Come my Beloved
come don’t turn away from me
come my deceitful Moon!

Look at this forlorn and thirsty lover
come my drunken Sweetheart!

You are my life, my senses
you are everything!

Be the rising Moon in my dark nights
I am thirsty for your light.

Use my hands, look through my eyes
 listen with my ears.

You are the soul of every living thing.
Come, 
come back dancing like the rays of the Sun
and chase away the shadows.

You are the banner of the New World
and the mind is at your feet.

Come back my love
My broken heart cannot bear more passion
no more promises


I've had enough of sleepless nights
of my unspoken grief
of my tired wisdom

Come my treasure
my breath of life
Come and dress my wounds and be my cure.
Enough of words
Come to me without a sound

Rumi

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Alice in Wonderland - The Cat




Alice : But I don’t want to go among mad people


The Cat : Oh, you can’t help that
we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.

Alice : How do you know I’m mad?

The Cat : You must be or you wouldn’t have come here

(from "Alice in Wonderland" by Lewis Carroll)

Bluebird by Charles Bukowski


Bluebird animation based on Charle's Bukowski's poem


There's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
At night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.

Bluebird by Charles Bukowski

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see you.

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks never know that
he's
in there.

there's a bluebird in my heart that

wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess me up?
you want to screw up the works?
you want to blow my book sales in Europe?

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
 

 I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him die
and we sleep together like that
with our secret pact
and it's nice enough to make a man
weep, but I don't weep, do
you?