Вълшебният дъжд

С малки редакции от сина ми.

Обичам дъжда, онзи топлия,
Който измива с нежните си капки лицето ми.
Който ме кара да се усмихвам
И към небето да протягам ръцете си,

Разглеждам ги мокри и сякаш в небето
Самата аз се разтварям и ставам небе
А после в капка топла превръщам се и чиста
Обгръщам те с чисто сърце.

Обичам го този дъжд, който тъгата отмива
Който облива ме вечер и забравям
Всяка минута от деня отминал,
Пречиства ме и ме кара да отмарям.

Обичам дъжда, онзи топлия.
В който забравям защо съм, коя съм
Превръщам се в малко дете и пак боса аз
Радостно из локвите шляпам.

Обичам дъжда, онзи топлия,
Защото ме кара да пея,
Защото във него сърцето ми
Чисто и просто се смее.

I had a dream, Joe...

I had a dream
I had a dream
I had a dream, Joe


I had a dream, Joe
You were standing in the middle of an open road
I had a dream, Joe
Your hands were raised up to the sky
And your mouth was covered in foam
I had a dream, Joe
A shadowy Jesus flitted from tree to tree
I had a dream, Joe
And a society of whores stuck needles in an image of me
I had a dream, Joe
It was Autumn time and thickly fell the leaves
And in that dream, Joe
A pimp in seersucker suit sucked a toothpick
And pointed his finger at me


I had a dream,
I had a dream,
I had a dream, Joe


I opened my eyes, Joe
The night had been a giant, dribbling and pacing the boards
I opened my eyes, Joe
All your letters and cards stacked up against the door
I opened my eyes, Joe
The morning light came slowly tumbling through the crack
In the window, Joe
And I thought of you and I felt like I was lugging
A body on my back


I had a dream,
I had a dream,
I had a dream, Joe


Where did you go, Joe?
On that endless, senseless, demented drift
Where did you go, Joe?
Into the woods, into the trees, where you move and shift
Where did you go, Joe?
All dressed up in your ridiculous seersucker suit
Where did you go, Joe?
With that strew of wreckage
Forever at the heel of your boot

TENCERE TAVA HAVASI (Sound of Pots and Pans) / Kardeş Türküler

Един по-различен начин да изразиш мнение и позиция:


Тurkey, you are not alone!

За протестите

Аз не крещя "Червени боклуци", нито "Волен, ку*во!" по протестите. Ходя ръка за ръка с детето си, обяснявам какво означават нецензурните думи, защо другите ги използват и защо ние не ги употребяваме в речника си.

Той знае защо сме там, какво целим, какво е мафия и сам нарисува табела със Сбогом и задраскан октопод...

А моята причина да съм навън е много проста... Когато излязох на улицата през 1997-ма година, отидох, защото исках да остана в България, исках бъдеще тук, а и нямаше какво да ядем. След онези протести не съм си и помисляла че ще изляза пак, бях изморена от политика, от това да обяснявам наляво-надясно, че не сме били платени, станах аполитична, но държа да подчертая, че гласувах на всички избори, пропуснала съм един единствен път.

Покрепям протестите и свалянето на правителството, защото не желая родината ми да бъде управлявана от олигарси, разграбвана и опустошавана. Искам един ден, когато синът ми порасне и стане съзнателен човек, да не ме упреква заради решението ми да остана тук и да градя и неговото бъдеще в България. Искам да се гордее от факта, че е роден и израснал тук, не да се свива и притеснява от произхода си, защото България е страна в която се вихрят корупция, хаос, безнаказаност и беззаконие.

И така - аз съм от "интернет лумпените", от "ситите", "терористите", "хулиганите", "алкохолиците" и т.н. Но няма да изоставя оптимизма си и с насмешка ще продължа да наблюдавам словесната помия, която се изсипва върху протестиращите.

Вярвам, че ще успеем, хората наистина искат промяна.

Глас народен - глас Божи!




Шуми Марица
окървавена,
плаче вдовица
люто ранена.

Марш, марш,
с генерала наш!
В бой да летим,
враг да победим!

Български чеда,
цял свят ни гледа.
Хай към победа
славна да вървим.
Пр.

Левът балкански
в бой великански
с орди душмански
води ни крилат.
Пр.



 

Бухалче

Утре
Сърцето
ще е изпълнено със радост
Или със тъга
Все тая!
Аз си имам
Цялото щастие на света.

Сега:
Джобът ми е пълен със мечти,
Пътешествия, усмивки,
Аз мога да съм Магелан!
И имaм всичко
Аз обичам!
Имам го,
Щастието -
И държа го във ръцете си.

И няма да го пусна!

Ако нещо липсва.
То ще дойде някой ден -
Утре или вдругиден,
Все тая!
Важното е, че сега съм тук
Има ме, усмихвам се,
Обичам,
Аз съм жива!
Тук
сега...

My top 3 mom&son songs

И разбира се, личната ми класация на тези песни не е във възходящ или низходящ ред. Тези песни не мога да ги подредя по никакъв начин, защото и трите ги обичам страшно много. Едно време плачех на Mama Said на Металика, тъй като съм майка на момче и текстът успя да ме докосне. Точно заради това, че вече осъзнавам колко е трудно да пуснеш птичето да порасне и да отлети. :)

Искрено се надявам и да успея да избегна точно това синът ми да приема обичта ми за даденост  и да осъзнае, че любовта не е нещо, което се получава ей така "на готово", а трябва да я пазиш, да се грижиш за нея и да я цениш във всеки един миг. Да, любовта на майката е безрезервна, истинска и силна, но все пак... нека не оценяваме това чак когато го изгубим.

I took your love for granted
And all the things you said to me
I need your arms to welcome me
But a cold stone's all I see


Друга песен, която наскоро открих е Momma Sed на Puscifer. Много ми допадат и мелодията и текста. За незапознатите Puscifer e солов проект на Maynard James Keenan, вокал на Tool и A Perfect Circle. В текста на песента майката все едно окуражава и успокоява сина си.

Momma said like the rain (This, too, shall pass)
Like a kidney stone (This, too, shall pass)
It's just a broken heart, son
This pain will pass away.


Разбира се, Simple Man на Lynyrd Skynyrd е песен, която може да те докосне и... въпреки че съм жена и аз бих дала обещание на майка си да живея простичко и да се обичам такава каквато съм:

And be a simple kind of man.
Be something you love and understand.
Be a simple kind of man.
Won't you do this for me son,
If you can?

Take my hand

Take my hand
And lead me to the sun
Where he will embrace me.

I will dance
In his arms I will squirm
Like a snake.

I will fight to breathe
And at the end I'll burn
In his lava flames.

Take my hand
And lead me to the water
Where he will caress me.

I will sing to him
For his love I will fight
Because it's him who I crave.

And I will be a siren -
The last creature
A sailor shall ever see.

Take my hand
And lead me to the wind
Where he will kiss me.

He'll freeze my flesh
Deep down to my bones
So I shall become cold hearted.

I'll fly with the eagles
Hunt my preys
And die naked in the cold rain.

Take my hand
And bring me to the earth
Where he will hold me tight.

Bury me deep down in the ground
Take my every living cell
And turn me into dust.

And then the lovely sun will warm me
The wind will blow away the dirt on top of me
The water will wash away my tears and sorrow
I will rise
And will never feel the emptiness
For this life is just borrowed.

Show me some love
whisper my name
I love how it sounds
I'm burning in flames.

Липсваш ни!

И днес слушам едни от любимите ти песни. Онези, които иначе често отбягвам, защото от спомените все още боли.


Today I stumbled from my bed
With thunder crashing in my head
And my pillow still wet
From last night's tears
And as I think of giving up
A voice inside my coffee-cup
Kept crying out
Ringing in my ears

Don't cry daddy
Daddy, please don't cry
Daddy, you've still got me and little Tommy
Together we'll find a brand new mommy
Daddy, daddy, please laugh again
Daddy ride us on your back again
Oh, daddy, please don't cry

Why are children always first
To feel the pain and hurt the worst
It's cruel but somehow
It just don't seem right
'Cause every time I cry I know
It hurts my little children so
And I wonder will it be the same tonight

Don't cry daddy
Daddy, please don't cry
Daddy, you've still got me and little Tommy
Together we'll find a brand new mommy
Daddy, daddy, please laugh again
Daddy ride us on your back again
Oh, daddy, please don't cry
Oh, daddy, please don't cry

How To Get A Job Like Mine

Съвети на Кърт Вонегът към млади писатели. Разкошен...

"Don't use semicolons. They stand for absolutely nothing. They are transvestite hermaphrodites. They are just a way of showing off. To show that you have been to college."

"Great literature "Moby-Dick", "Huckleberry Finn", "A farewell to arms"... They're all about how stinky it is to be a human being."

"If you really want to hurt your parents, and you don't have the courage to be a homosexual, the least you can do is go into the arts."

"Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow."

По терлици

Това са дните, в които работя от вкъщи. "По пижама".

С кафето, лаптопа и... котката на импровизираното ми бюро:

 

Май ще започна да ги харесвам :).

Nina Simone - Here Comes the Sun

Защото каквато и пустош,
каквато и зима
да е вилняла из душата
и разбърквала мисълта
вледенявала сърцето...

Слънцето винаги изгрява.
И всичко ще бъде наред!



Here comes the sun Little Darlin',
here comes the sun I say,
it's all right,
it's all right

Little Darlin'
it's been a long cold and lonely winter,
Little Darlin'
it feels like years since you've been here.

Little Darlin'
the smiles have returned to the faces now.
Little Darlin' it seems like years since you've been here

Little Darlin',
it's been a long cold lonely winter,
Little Darlin'
it feels like years since you've been here.

Here comes the sun,
aren't you glad to see it.
I say it's all right

Here comes the sun Little Darlin',
I say it's alright
Here comes the sun,
Here comes the sun
I say
Little Darlin',
it seems like years since you've been here
Little Darlin'
here comes the sun.
It's all right
You can come on out
It's alright now.

I want to live
But I'm tired of living.
I want to breathe
But my lungs
refuse breathing.
I want to see
But my eyes just stopped seeing.

I want to love
But my heart is now gone
broken.
I want to smile
But my mouth just can't open
I want my joy
But the joy is blown away.

I want to feel
But how can I feel
When everything inside is dead?
I want to be whole
but the whole is now scattered
Into million pieces.

I need time,
Is there some time
Enough time
at all?!

Miss Me–But Let Me Go!

When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room.
Why cry for a soul set free?

Miss me a little–but not too long
And not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love that we once shared,
Miss me–but let me go.

For this is a journey that we all must take
And each must go alone.
It's all a part of the Master's plan,
A step on the road to home.

When you are lonely and sick of heart
Go to the friends we know
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds.
Miss Me–But Let me Go!

Edgar A. Guest

...

“People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.”

J. Morrison

A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.

K. Vonnegut

She (Ella)

Много истинска, красива, женска песен

Arms around your love

With his arms around your love
Oh no, here comes the pain that you can't ignore

With his arms around your girl
He'll do all of the things you didn't do before
You had every chance, but you closed the door

Now you're just gonna have to take it
(Cause if you didn't know)
She's gonna make you pay for it
(At a price you can't afford)
You're just gonna have to take it

With his arms around your love (x3)

Oh, yeah

Pretend that you don't mind
But you know everything that you left behind

And it would have been alright
If you'd gave half of the praise that you held inside
You thought she'd hang around for the ride

Now you're just gonna have to take it
(Cause if you didn't know)
She's gonna make you pay for it
(At a price you can't afford)
You're just gonna have to take it

With his arms around your love (x3)

Coming clean feels so dangerous
Just a little bit would have been enough
But you never said all the words caught in your head

As if your heart was dead
Well now its surely bled and broken up

And it would have been alright
If you'd gave half of the praise that you held inside
You thought she'd hang around for the ride

Now you're just gonna have to take it
(Cause if you didn't know)
She's gonna make you pay for it
(At a price you can't afford)
You're just gonna have to take it

With his arms around your love

Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.

Beckett