Sine loco

de ascultat…

Hello darkness, my old friend,
I’ve come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
‘Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence.

“Fools” said I, “You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you.”
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence.

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.

And the sign said, the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.
And whisper’d in the sounds of silence.”

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* (expr. lat. ) fara specificarea locului

4 Comentarii

  • Fericiti cei care pot vedea frumusetea, care gasesc simboluri in banalitatea momentelor zilnice, care cauta o vorba ce pana acum nu si-a gasit literele, dar care stau pe varful limbii zi de zi, de-un mar de ani, asteptand sa fie aranjate pentru prima oara, in ceva care va mai fi amintit, asa cum a iesit de sub tiparnita gandului.

    Fericiti cei carora tacerea le vorbeste deasupra zgomotului pricinuit de marsul unei divizii blindate, cei care ghicesc presenta universului in fiecare picatura de ploaie, cei care au au ascultat sunetul tacerii…

  • Asa se intampla cateodata: Unii sant osanditi la imbatrinire, chiar prematura, iar altii au sentinta comutata: ei trebuie sa stea tineri pentru vecie: aceia sant oamenii care populeaza al doilea grup, si aud de ei generatii intregi, chiar mai mult de o singura generatie. Au crescut, dar le-a ramas mintea deschisa la vis si joc.
    Eu nu cred de fel ca cei ce sugereaza altora to grow up!sant in masura sa dea asa un sfat, cred ca mai degraba nu au timp, nu inteleg, nu sant interesati in aceleasi lucruri, dar stii ca in final “parerea mea si-tuturor e tot nimic” faci ceea ce faci din pasiune, din chemare launtrica, si e foarte pozitiv.

    Toate bune, si imi place ceata de la Politehnica, are un aer specific, desi as da-o oricand pe ceata din caldarea Negoiului.

    Don’t grow up, stay wise, life is just a breath of air, taken many times, one at a time: Don’t hold your breath for too long, don’t breathe way too fast, still conquer the mountain and be a kind conqueror.

    Good Night,

    George.

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