It is raining, tears from the sky. The clouds or the angels shed those that I no longer have.
That girl, the first i ever saw which smiles. Imperfect, thus i am glad she was real. Yes, she smiling, doing her everyday work. She dreams with a future that is already written in marble lines. She ask me if I´ll come back, I have nothing but to lie. I dont belong in your world i shout, deep inside my mind. I rave as mad and refuse to accept the true. But tomorrow you will follow your life and i will have vanished for never to come back. The dream is falling down to pieces, the dream cries knowing is condemned to die. I only draw and tattoo in my mind with indelible ink of obsession, her voice, her face, her instant of existance in that of mine.
I tatoo it frenziedly, for never to forget in my life. And maybe it is a luck despite it all, never to see her again. In that way I imagine her in a fantastic land, in an impossible life. And I imagine somebody pass and watch through the window of our wonderland and smile with jealous. But i walk and listen in my mind, the Karl Johan´s blues, the requiem of a dying Utopy. Such a fantastic thing can´t happen in this, the life. That is why i better rave and write an essay within my madness. What a luck can´t be able to see her again, because then, i spare my self the taste of the disappointment and have for my self a fairytale to write within my mind. . .
I tried to convince my self about such a ridiculous consolation while was walking, in the last days of my yet unforgettable adventure, "there will be chance for many more, both happy and sad" i said to my self, while listening as background the blues in the voice of a sax.
I put the resigned smile and the tears, they are courtesy of the sky.
I put the resigned smile and the tears, they are courtesy of the sky.
18 comments:
Hei Alberto,
Nydelige bilder av Karl Johan, og tankefylte ord som følge. Noen mennesker skal visst passere i livene våres, og hensikten finner man kanskje etterpå.
Ha en fin dag min venn.
Klemmer herfra.
northern cities have always fascinated me.
you've captured the atmosphere is beautiful
One day Alberto, your dream might come true, all madness disappear and in the meantime you have the beauty of your art and these city scapes to give you comfort.
Alberto. i am sorry for the times you are having right now.
Take care my friend.
~robert
Beautiful photos dear friend!
Big regards.
Alberto, jag är ledsen för din skull. Livet är ibland mycket svårt och komplicerat. Man ser ingen ljusning eller lösning på alla känslor inom en. Det behövs tid, ibland mycket tid. Jag tänker på dig och känner med dig.
Många varma kramar till dig
Lähetän paljon lämpimiä ajatuksia ja voimia sinulle Alberto ♥
Jos ei ole koskaan rakastanut, ei ole elänyt.
This makes me think of the Verlaine poem about how it rains in my heart as it rains in the town... the cityscape reflecting the inner landscape of sorrow or longing or both. I hope the skies clear for you soon, dear friend, and that all will be sunny and bright again!
Trist og godt å lese på en og samme tid dette Alberto, og tro meg, jeg vet helt hava du snakker og skriver om kjære venn :-) men minnene!! den tar vi med oss i hjerte inn i evigheten...
Nydleig bilde av Karl Johan, bildet ditt er faktisk penere enn virkeligheten på en måte også. Vakkert vakkert.
Du skulle vært der for noen helger siden, sammen med oss to bloggdamer, vi snakka faktisk om det kan du tro.
Mange klemmer til deg kjøre venn.
Noen ganger byr livet på forunderlige ting man kanskje ikke skjønner der og da, og kanskje ikke siden heller, men at vi en dag skal se det hele i perspektiv og da kanskje forstå, det tror jeg. Nydelige bilder til dype ord Alberto!
Ta vare på deg selv min venn!
Ble helt rørt av det du skriver.... så vakkert og trist på samme tid... Jeg skjønner godt hvordan dette føles, og det er vondt...Takk for at du deler!
Well, it happens sometimes to be hurt deep inside ...so deep that even you cannot find the end, and this winter follow the steps!
I know that feeling, I felt that rain coming down from an empty sky, like everybody here does (at least once in their life).
But as you know, the dream and hope never die , the spring will come even the cold wind blow for a moment!
I wait for this, also!
I have a song for you...is a Romanian composer and singer:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=914x6-xOZZ8
I am here, anyway!
I wish you all the happiness in the world!
Best regards!
Vackert skriver, har läst många gånger. Ibland är världen orättvis. Jag kan fortfarande inte skriva så jag lånar ord :)
"I've got my pride and I know how to hide.
All the sorrow and pain
I'll do my crying in the rain" A-ha
Ta hand om dig vännen! Kramar
Alberto, my friend
I hope the sky and the blues
be good to you!
a real hug for you
Approaching madness, approaching the sun, wax wings melting, plummeting into the cold sea, even angels fall from the sky...
Maybe you will see her again ? Who knows. But better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all.
May I leave you with what may be the best sort of music for such a condition... a little dose of the blues...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6s9M-52fRGU&feature=related
Take care Alberto, be well...
Vakre vakre bilder fra Karl Johansgate. Mesterverk spør du meg.
Man må prøve å glemme det som har vært, å sette heller pris på det som er og leve i nuet, selv om det kan være tøft noen ganger.
Sender deg masse varme klemmer, og håper du får en fin førjulsuke.
Despite the pain, your words are beautiful. And your pictures are vivid little windows into another part of the world - very enjoyable to view.
Se her du.... Karl Johan av alle gater! :) Jeg tenker og tenker her mens jeg leser.. det må være noe veldig fint, men samtidig sørgelig du har opplevd her.. Det er godt å få ting ut, skrevet ned, iblant. Og kanskje har du rett, for ikke å bli skuffet, er det like godt å ta vare på rosen og dens farger, der den kan leve evig i minne..
Men som jeg sa litt over her, håper du vil få et vedlig godt 2011!! :)
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