first stanza:
As sunbeams stream through liberal space
And nothing jostle or displace,
So waved the pine-tree through my thought
And fanned the dreams it never brought.
Asa cum razele de soare curg prin spatiul larg,
Fara ca nimic sa-mpinga, nimic sa puna-n schimb,
Asa si pinu-mi unduia prin gand,
Vise ce nu mi le-a adus vreodata ventiland
you never know what it happens. The future is liquid, present – gas, past – solid.
Of course I think feelings express themselves like pigeons. One of my feelings has two wings, it humbles like a bee. Of course Greek language is THE expressed feeling of the mind. Of course Greek language does not exist outside Greek songs, for Greek language is a song, a song, a song…I love this song more than one thousand regular songs (i.e. in other languages). Greek songs make me feel myself like a soft baby who enjoys its white sheet. Well..I believe in the power of pure emotion. Expressing emotion, developing honesty.
Armstrong, Benny Goodman, papa Ellington, Woody Herman…welcome to my !I don’t care! cemetery of faith in life.
A surrealist life-style…for instance: a network of events. Your girlfriend’s name is Cristina. When you’re at work, you find a different girl called Cristina. She cheats on her boyfriend, and she tells you that. She laughs out loud, her boyfriend doesn’t know, she doesn’t care about him. Your roommate’s girlfriend is called Cristina. She cheats on him, he knows, but he says he loves her and he accepts her infidelity. Your mother’s name is Cristina. What can you tell about your girlfriend now? There’s too much..unspeakable.
