Showing posts with label summer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label summer. Show all posts

Saturday, 2 July 2011

sunny Saturday gift shopping

the feeling, that I left the hope in that wooden bedroom in Iowa, or on that leather couch.

Friday, 3 June 2011

sommer

voglia di sole, frutta, spiaggia, eterni pomeriggi a rosolarsi, gelati, racchettoni, sale e letti di fortuna

Friday, 20 August 2010

agosto

August
is the coldest month of the year
Winter moves six months forward
and here it is not the south pole
here it is not the south pole

August
The alarm clock that breaks the silence
Someone is on vacation
and it rings for hours
it is so cold

August
you look out on a sick heart
five pm and it is already so dark
Winter in August

Ice
settles and covers things
waiting for warmth freezes even the deads
it is so cold

If it is not true that you're afraid
it is not true that you feel alone
it is not true that it's cold
Then why are you shivering in this August?

August
it is written on your calendar
maybe you slept six months
but you're so tired
so tired

August
is the coldest month of the year
in the other hemisphere they call it winter
August

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Agosto
è il mese più freddo dell’anno
L’inverno si sposta sei mesi in avanti
e non è il polo sud
qui non è il polo sud

Agosto
La sveglia che rompe il silenzio
Qualcuno è in vacanza
e lei suona per ore
che freddo che fa

Agosto
ti affacci su un cuore malato
le cinque di sera ed è già buio pesto
l’inverno d’agosto

Il ghiaccio
si posa e ricopre le cose
l’attesa del caldo congela anche i morti
che freddo che fa

Se non è vero che hai paura
non è vero che ti senti solo
non è vero che fa freddo
allora perché tremi in questo agosto?

Agosto
è scritto sul tuo calendario
forse hai dormito sei mesi
ma sei così stanco
tanto stanco

Agosto
è il mese più freddo dell’anno
nell’altro emisfero lo chiamano inverno
l’agosto

Thursday, 11 February 2010

august in my mind

Moon shining on the city in August, you seem to belong only to me
in this place covered with asphalt with the people that are gone.
Moon shining on the city in August, I like to stare at your back
while you're facing the sea in this clear night.
Go and tell her that I'm fine, not to think of me,
to let it go. The wind blows and the time will pass by.

Buildings and roads as scenes of a show that went wrong
with the dancers taking off their makeup to return to start dreaming.
Moon shining on the city in August, tell me another lie,
let me warm up before the hot fire of melancholy.
Go and tell her that I'm fine, not to think of me,
to let it go. The wind blows and the time will pass by.

Tuesday, 29 September 2009

take a monday evening

mild weather, the city centre of a picturesque little city as background, three entertaining musicians, a good little friend and some good songs from the last 50 years. unique!


Monday, 20 July 2009

woman on the moon

If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool

Moses went walking with the staff of wood. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Newton got beaned by the apple good. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Egypt was troubled by the horrible asp. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mister Charles Darwin had the gall to ask. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

rainbows


Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high.
There's a land that I heard of Once in a lullaby.
Somewhere, over the rainbow, skies are blue.
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true.
Someday I'll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far Behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops, Away above the chimney tops.
That's where you'll find me.
Somewhere, over the rainbow, bluebirds fly. Birds fly over the rainbow,
Why then - oh, why can't I?
If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow,
Why, oh, why can't I?

Saturday, 6 June 2009

summer days

Hard times flowing and my eyes couldn't see stars shining,
My heart couldn't feel the beauty of the rising sun,
And I'm lost like a bottle that floats in the sea for ever.
Will somebody pick up my hope?
Will somebody try?
Will I realize?

'cause it's broken, broken.
Something got broken, like stolen.
Stolen, like if it was stolen
And hurting, hurting
I have been hurting and now
Only time will tell,
Time will heal.

Just pieces of truth that I chose to keep and
No matter if now they are gone,
No matter if I am alone.
Still I can get back on my feet and walk on
As I know there was something to learn,
I know there will always be more worth moving on for.

...

I'd love to be one of those colorful early summer days
When everybody is happy that you came
Everybody smiles back at you as soon as your eyes cross their eyes
But something has to happen first
I know winter has to come before it blossoms

Friday, 29 May 2009

kissingEr

Kiss me out of the bearded barley
Nightly, beside the green, green grass
Swing, swing, swing the spinning step
You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress.

Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon's sparkling
So kiss me.

Wednesday, 20 May 2009

flowers

We live in a free world 
I whistle down the wind 
carry on smiling 
and the world will smile with you 
Life is a flower 
so precious in your hand 
carry on smiling 
and the world will smile with you

When every race is run and the day is closing in 
I don´t care about the world I´m living for the light 
dont´t cry for me today, oh

...

I cannot be your judge Mr. Jailer is your host 
He´s keeping you inside and hides you from the world 
No catcher in the rye can help you from yourself

...

Please Mr. Agony release them for a while 
learn then the consequence of living without life

Saturday, 2 May 2009

Frederick

Look at this story, it's wonderful!
For the German speakers: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OechPIMfI-Q&feature=related

And next winter you will be collecting sun rays, colors and words instead of grains and nuts!!!!

That's what I did yesterday together with a friend and his name is the same as the mouse, funny, don't you think?

Wednesday, 11 March 2009

dreaming of summer

Why do we all dream of summer? Why is it often our favourite season...

...well, in my case:

Strawberries cherries and an angel's kiss in spring
My summer wine is really made from all these things

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EOs2TSXTOkQ&feature=related

Tonight I'd really like to drink a glass of summer wine together with you :) Wanna join?