De noite, quando o sol se esconde e a lua sai...As estrelas se vestem con seus trajes de luz para dançar ao redor. De noite, quando as luzes se apagam e tudo se torna escuro...Os amantes se juntam para dançar ao amor. De noite, quando tudo parece preto e não há espaço para um raio de luz...O dançar faz sua magia para mudá-lo e deixá-lo tudo multicor.
La musique souvent me prend comme une mer! Vers ma pâle étoile
Et moi, comment est que je sens la musique?
Si profonde et si content,
Je m'endors dans un rêve si vivant,
qui m'emmène hors de ce monde incertain
Bien que c’est soit vers la lune ou vers moi même,
je ne reviens pas qu’au rêve pérenne
Je veux bien voler à travers le ciel
quand je m’envole sous la mer dès mes rêves les plus étranges
Et pour tant, je ne sais pas si j’attendrai le cœur que j’en suis tendre
I can't see no more
and still
can't back down...
what now?
He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lies in eternity's sun rise.
~ ♦ ~
If you trap the moment before it's ripe,
The tears of repentance you'll certainly wipe;
But if once you let the ripe moment go
You can never wipe off the tears of woe.
ETERNITY
by W. Blake
___________________
Misty Moon
by me
Longing for catching the joy in a day
Trying to binding a heart far away
Should let pass that moment while flew
To kiss it and let it to go for good
Eternity's gone
Does ever a ripe moment exist?
Or just an eternal mirage... at least
I've been catched in a moon light of mist
Eternity comes
If you trap the moment before it's ripe,
The tears of repentance you'll certainly wipe;
But if once you let the ripe moment go
You can never wipe off the tears of woe.
ETERNITY
by W. Blake
___________________
Misty Moon
by me
Longing for catching the joy in a day
Trying to binding a heart far away
Should let pass that moment while flew
To kiss it and let it to go for good
Eternity's gone
Does ever a ripe moment exist?
Or just an eternal mirage... at least
I've been catched in a moon light of mist
Eternity comes
C’est matin prit mon coeur
comme un enfant avec chaleur
sans bride sur un cheval
avec du feu et du vin
J’ai voulu partir dans le lointain
une autre fois c’est matin
après rêver avec ma panthère blanche
je trouve ma vie real assez étrange…
Et, bien que je sens tout le temps
« le démon s’agiter à mes côtés »
brûlée par des fléchettes infâmes
Mon cœur sort du délire
aidé pour ton voile qui m’abrite
et ton voix que me dit « je serai là si vite »
Observo el dolor y lo vivo
me quedo en él
y el junco me susurra
mi protección...
Todo está bien,
no soy cobarde
la espada no es inútil
en mis manos
y el momento presente
se ilumina por las causas
pasadas y futuras...
tu mano me espera siempre
cálida, firme
asida a ella me impulso
y salto sin temor
Observo mi dolor
y lo trasciendo
"Somos amigos desde el pasado infinito"
y nuestros corazones se unen en perfecta armonía
en la alegría de la primavera
y en la adversidad de la dura realidad de la vida;
pero nuestro espíritu se regocija y baila
y canta canciones de felicidad
en iluminada pasión
sin mirar atrás
sin detenerse nunca
porque es el presente y el futuro
lo que importa
porque cada día es un punto de partida
un desfaío
Estamos de pie con el corazón rebosante de júbilo
no importa la situación.
A cruelty kiss insane of bliss
as we drift in a river of shine
you were shook and I was blind
and the dream just goes by,
whether we stay or not,
for the wheel of eternal return
Was the killing moon or the kiss?
were the words set in stone?
were the poems put into ground
or the songs thought out loud?
was the killing kiss and the cruelty moon
the tide of blood
it was carrying inside
of an old-time heart step aside
A gentle touch
with a scar disguised
and sweet talking
while roughly acting
dragging me up to the top of fear
and being hurled down to an unknown realm
killing bliss of moon insane
cruelty words of love that came
to bring us joy and
take our souls away
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