Apr 132010
 

” Maestro, cos’è la bellezza?” chiesi al Venerabile Maestro Valavan.
Seduti su di una roccia sospesa sopra un lago dall’acqua blu in cui si specchiavano alte montagne stavamo contemplando  silenziosamente il panorama. Normalmente mi sarei ben guardato dall’interrompere un Maestro preso nelle sue meditazioni, ma il maestro Valavan aveva abitudini e modi assai particolari e sapea vo che non si sarebbe irritato per la mia domanda.
Rimase silenzioso per un po’ senza distogliere gli occhi dagli intensi colori del lago, poi si girò verso di me e con un sospiro iniziò a parlare. Continue reading »

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Apr 132010
 
I wore my moods like so many different sets of clothes
but the right one was never around;
and as you left I heard my body ring
and my mind began to howl
It was far to late to contemplate the meaning of it all:
You know that I need you, but somehow I don’t think
you see my love at allAt some point I lost you, I don’t know quite how it was;
The wonderland lay in a coat of white, chilling frost
I looked around and I found I was truly lost:
without your hand in mine I am dead …..
Reality is unreal and games I’ve tried just aren’t the same:
without your smile there’s nowhere to hide
and deep inside
I know I’ve never cried as I’m about to …

If I could just frame the words that would make your fire burn
all this water now around me could be the love that
should surround me.

Looking out through the tears that bind me
my heart bleeds that you may find me .. or at least that I can
forget and be numb, but I can’t stop, the words still come:
I LOVE YOU

 

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