Sindicalizare
Nu am reusit sa fiu consecventa cu scrisul pe blog nici de data asta . De fiecare data apare cate ceva care ma impiedica sa scriu . ''Eniuei'', am o circumstanta atenuanta : Pastele. Acum ca s-a dus si ultima faramita din sentimentul pascal ( ciudata exprimare) , m-am gandit ca ar fi cazu sa ma pun la punct cu ultimele chestii de pe net. Am Youtubizat vro' juma' de zi , din videoclip in videoclip si intr-un final am regasit o veche pasiune de-a mea . Def poetry . Hmm nu stiu daca ati auzit de aceast concept. E defapt o emisiune pe hbo-ul american , in care diferite persoane cu talente literare isi prezinta compozitiile proprii . Din cand in cand , pentru a surprinde audienta sunt invitate si ''celebtities'' (Jamie Foxx, Kanye West , Nelly Furtado, etc)
Mi-a atras atentia P.O.W a Aliciei Keys . E o tipa f sensibila, care stie sa isi exteriorizeze emotiile intr-un mod spectaculos . Pe langa talentul vocal(muzical) se pricepe si la POETRY . Va las aici un link http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZLk_Q3Cq2Ns&feature=quicklist si mai jos ...incercarea mea de a transpune in scris . Sper ca am nimerit toate cuvintele, si ca am scris cat de cat corect.
I’m a prisoner of words unsaid
Just lonely feelings locked-away in my head
I trap myself further every time I stay quite
I should start to speak , but I stop and stay silent
And now, I’ve made my own heart bed inside this prison of words unsaid
P.O.W that’s what I am
Not a prisoner of war , a prisoner of words
Mostly I say what u wanna’ hear
Could you take it if I came clear ,
Would u rather just see me stoned on a drug of complacency and compromise ?
M.I.A guess that’s what I am
Scraping as cold hard earth for a piece of myself
…For peace in myself…
It be easy if you just put me in jail
If u lock me away , I’d have someone to blame
But these bars of steel are of my making
They surround my mind and had me shacking
My hand are cuffed behind my back
I’m a prisoner of the worst kind in fact !
I’m a prisoner of compromise , a prisoner of compassion
A prisoner of kindness, a prisoner of expectations
A prisoner of my youth . Run to fast to be old.
I forgotten what I was told
And I said to be hold
A prisoner of age , dying to be young
To my head, is my hand with a gun ..and it’s cold
And is hard,…..cuz there’s no way to run where you caged yourself , by holding your tongue
I’m a prisoner of words unsaid …just lonely feelings locked away in my head
It’s like solitary conferment …every time I stay quite I should start to speak but I stop …. And stay silent .
And now I’ve made my own heart bed inside this prison of words unsaid
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