Daily Archives: 4 December 2008

Polly Paulusma – The Woods

Realizatoare: Rima Staines.

Nu vreau sa va retin cu analizele-mi stranii, dar as vrea sa remarcati faptul ca, la un moment dat, in clip, sunt prezentati doi batranei (sau 2 batranele, nu e prea clar). Nasurile lor sunt foarte asemanatoare cu nasurile ce se intalnesc la sfintii pictati in stil bizantin: prelungi, subtiri, cu nari proeminente.

The summer sun plays on the ground

I feel it in my leaves

The sap is rising up my veins

There`s pollen on the breeze.

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I saw it all crystal clear

I know who brought those children here.

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The badgers tried to keep them warm

The foxes gave them milk

Woodpeckers tried to hammer a home

The spiders spun them silk.

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I saw it all crystal clear

I know who brought those children here.

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No path out marked out with round white stones

No Guardian Angel to lead them home

Find them quick

Research before they disappear.

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The bracken folds down into mulch

The mushroom sprouts and spore

The berries swell and ripe, now burst

To carpet my forest floor.

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I saw it all crystal clear

I know who brought those children here.

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Lost and lonely, here all is still

If you don`t take them, the earth surely will

Find them quick

Research before they disappear.

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The winter wind howls through my arms

My brooks begin to freeze

My secrets now lie blanketed

Beneath the moldering leaves.

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I saw it all crystal clear

I know who brought those children here.

Hermitage

O buna amica mi-a daruit un chihuahua splendid pe care il ling pe labute la fiecare jumatate de ora, el ejaculand de placere pe ciorapii de dama pe care ii port de doua luni de zile – la sfatul psihologului care mi-a zis: trebuie sa-ti refulezi feminitatea ascunsa, orgoliile mamei si capriciile surorii mai mari pe care o violai din priviri cand tu erai mic si ea era tot mare! Asculta-ma!, zbiera el cu bale la coltul ochilor incercanati si cu pungi imense. Ieseam ca un nebun din birou-i si imi frecam ventrele in ascensor, recitand mantre invatate din cartile lui Freud si ale Maicii Tereza. Urlam cand juisam pe labutele ultra-curate ale lesinatului de chihuahua – iar el se uita stramb la mine.

…am visat o clipa… Dar m-am trezit in grota-mi de unde nu plecasem niciodata, fara cainele musca, fara ciorapi de dama si dinti perfecti. Sub geamuri se auzea doar ploaia ce batea in ciotura de lemn de sub pervaz. Si am zambit bucuros, fericit, imparat, impacat.