Sometimes I wonder

Those days, when she would sing and crie and sing; 

these days she will sing when she's stopped crying.

sometimes I wonder

if the wind just blows

to throw sand in my eyes

and if the sun only lightens

what I don't want to see

and if the rain wets my face

just to wash away my tears

sometimes I wonder

if the darkness is what I fear

'cause it hides you  from me.

and so I dream of the wind

and the sun and the rain  

the brightness of your smile

that is drying my tears,

the love in you eyes

that is lighting my view

and that I'll wake of my dream

and then I'll really see you.

©Gavi Mensch

Maastricht 2013 / 2014

All rights reserved 2014

Eveline van Donkelaar:

song  for eve

dordrecht september 1996.

Alors on dance, Stromae

Alors on danse

Qui dit études dit travail
Qui dit taf te dit les thunes
Qui dit argent dit dépenses
Qui dit crédit dit créances
Qui dit dette te dit huissier
Oui : dit assis dans la merde
Qui dit amour dit les gosses
Dit toujours et dit divorce
Qui dit proches te dit deuil
Car les problèmes ne viennent pas seuls
Qui dit crise te dit monde, dit famine, dit Tiers-Monde
Qui dit fatigue dit réveil, encore sourd de la veille
Alors on sort pour oublier tous les problèmes
Alors on danse.
Et là tu te dis que c'est fini car pire que ça ce serait la mort.
Quand tu crois enfin que tu t'en sors,
Quand y en a plus, eh ben y en a encore !
Est-ce la zik ou les problèmes,
Les problèmes ou bien la musique ?
Ca te prend les tripes, ça te prend la tête
Et puis tu pries pour que ça s'arrête
Mais c'est ton corps, c'est pas le ciel,
Alors tu te bouches plus les oreilles
Et là tu cries encore plus fort et ça persiste

 Alors on chante
Lalalalalala, Lalalalalala,
Alors on chante
Lalalalalala, Lalalalalala

Alors on chante
Et puis seulement quand c'est fini, ors on danse
Alors on danse
Eh ben y en a encore!

 

So we just dance

When we say study, it means work,

When we say work, it means money,

When we say money, it means spending

When we say credit, it means debt,

When we say debt, it means bailiff,

We agree to being in deep sh*t

When we say love, it means kids,

When we say forever, it means divorce.

When we say family, we say grief,

because misfortune never comes alone.

When we say crisis, we talk about the world, famine and then third world.

When we say tiredness, we  talk about waking up still deaf from sleepless night

So we just go out to forget all our problems.

So we just dance

So you say that it’s over because the only thing worse would be death.

When you finally think you’ll make it, there’s more and more!

Ecstasy means a problem, problems or just music.

It grabs you by the guts, it takes hold of your head and then you pray for it to end.

But your body is no heaven so you block your ears even more.

And then you yell even louder and it goes on…

So we just sing

Lalalalalala, Lalalalalala,

So we just sing

Lalalalalala, Lalalalalala,

So we just sing

So we just sing

And then only when it’s over, then we dance.

So we just dance 

And well, there’s still more 

http://lyrics.wikia.com/Stromae:Alors_On_Danse/en

Gavi Mensch

9-2-2014

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Too beautiful for earth

Eva Luisa:

An angel in the book of life wrote down our baby's birth,

then whispered as she closed her eyes: "too beautiful for earth"...

Zaira Carmina*

24-12-13

Thank you everyone for your great support.

8-1-2014

Sometimes

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Every now and then you come to a point that there doesn’t even appear to be one single road to wherever. Occasionally you lose hope and the sun doesn't even get up. Then you might think all is lost. Not true!
My camellia was pregnant for 9 months and just gave birth to her first flowers.

Patience is a must!


I embrace the idea that there might be two roads, one going and one coming back. And between those two roads one may follow paths that cross the roads and lead to different views.

Sometimes what you hear is not true. People may speak with different tongues; it depends on their state of mind and also on your own perception. From time to time people speak a different language, one you must be able to translate. Sometimes you hear what you whish to hear.
And occasionally you run into people that have been using the same roads but not the same paths in between. But it doesn't seem to matter, the destiny is the same.
The roads back and forth are paved with all sorts of intentions; one must be able to zigzag to avoid obstacles

Sometimes you learn you can twist en make braids and the result is a little confusing at first.
After a short while it forces you to listen in a different way and the elegant fusion of cultures and musical creativity illuminates the road.

The melancholic though cherished sad memories are mixed with hope for survival and spontaneous happiness.

Just listen and enjoy:



 
©Gavi Mensch
Maastricht, 11-2-2011
 
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Back Door Man by Sarah MacLachlan. It touches me.

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This beautiful song, de sound of the voice of Sarah MacLachlan, the poem.....it  fits me like a glove.
I wonder if she sings it to me, but then, that's what happens with songs and feelings, they're just  there, right time, right place. I want to share it with you because I know many of you feel the same. You may cry, get angry or sad. And when you've finnished listening, you may put your daily smile back on.  You can tell me life is as wonderful as it should be, but we will both know: Smetimes it just isn't!



You open your eyes, look around

You feel the earth it wanders -
Out, from under your feet - the ground
Is not firm but soft and weak - like skin
Under the touch, cannot stop to falter
Now, the damage is done the certainties gone
The spirits altered

And now the angry morning
Gives the early signs of warning
You must face alone the plans you make
Decisions they will try to break

Our hands are tied on the table
Maybe you can try at the back door man
While the helpless line up on the doorsteps
'Cause it's all they can do to try to get through
All of your life you've lived in a world as pure
As Eden's sixth day - now all you've been allowed
Is taken away - they will not let you be so proud

And you have felt the fear growing inside
Protest follows far and wide - they'll see how long
It will take 'till you fall - from so much denied
Your soul - it aches relentless from the fear
That they will never guess - so unfair that

They can make you feel so small
And the fear you know is real



 
song and lyrics by Sarah MacLachlan 1991
 
©Gavi Mensch
Mother Earth
25-1-2011
 
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