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    November 06

    what the hell is that? Is it a brain storming? Or a collage? Or a stream of counsciousness?

    Mais quelqu’un m’a dit que tu m’aimes encore…cela est possible alors...

     

                   I used to think, as birds take wing, they sing through life, so why can't we?

                                        If this is what you're offering, I'll take the rain

                                                               I'll take the rain

                                                               I'll take the rain

     

                                                         Ich werde mein Leben lang ueben, dich so zu lieben,                    

                                                                             wie ich dich lieben will, wenn du gehst…

     

    Eine grenzenlose Liebe (?) gegen die paar hundert kilometer [...]

    und 48 Stunden koennen allen, aber nicht uns genuegen

    mach immer was dein Herz dir sagt

    mach immer was dein Herz dir sagt

    da muss viel mehr Weisheit in mich rein

    und ich weiss genau dein Herz ist gut

    und weiss genau meins wird zu Stein.          

                                                                      

                                                      Babe, baby, baby I'm gonna leave

                                                   Oh yeah baby, baby, I wont be there

                                                                 Really got to ramble

                                              I can hear it callin’ me the way it used to do

                                                      I can hear it callin’ me back home.

                                                        I know, I never leave you, baby

                                  But I got to go away from this place, I've got to quit you

                             And I know that one day baby, it's really gonna grow, yes it is.

                    Baby, it's really growin', you made me happy when the skies were grey.

                                                          But now I've got to go away...

     

    Pioveva.

    Non potevo credere di averti qui.

    Non potevo credere che tu avessi cambiato idea.

    Allora nulla è perduto mi Amor?

    Mein Herz wird zu Stein, versprochen.

     

                                                                                                     Bitte gib mir nur ein Wort...

                                                       

     …And he tells me things

          that none has told me before…

             …cose troppo personali

                   per essere raccontate qui,

                        troppo persino per me…

                                                                          …e così belle, che non voglio crederci…                                                                        

     

                                 Des nuits d'amour à ne plus en finir
                                 Un grand bonheur qui prend sa place
                                 Des ennuis des chagrins, des phases
                                 Heureux, heureux a en mourir.

                                 Quand il me prend dans ses bras
                                 Il me parle tout bas,
                                 Je vois la vie en rose.

     

    Who wouldn’t be the one you love?

    Who wouldn’t stand inside your love?

                                                                       I’ve found a flower in a field of weeds

                                                                            Searching until my hands bleed

                                                                             This flower don’t belong to me…

    ... it’s easier to leave, if I know,

      That you’ll be the place I can call home..

                                                                    

                       Sono innamorata, e sono felice…lui è tornato da me…ed ho paura, paura di perderlo, ma per una volta davvero, non voglio pensare al peggio…noi possiamo essere più forti del tempo e della distanza…adolescenziale ed in ritardo, stucchevole, lo so, e sciocco. Per una volta, voglio essere molto clemente con me stessa, e credere che sia possibile conservare il suo amore, a dispetto dei giorni e dell’assenza…e voglio permettermi di scriverlo, perché in fondo, non devo sottopormi ad un test d’intelligenza, o ad un recensore.

    E’ il mio Blog e faccio quello che mi pare, anche una dichiarazione plateale!

                                            Amore mio, ti amo!

                             Ed ecco: vedi che effetto mi fai? Sto impazzendo!

                   Sono pazza di gioia, perché vuoi stare con me, nonostante tutto…

                                          I’m going crazy! And it’s your fault!