donderdag, december 10, 2009

Early in the Morning ...


On a EarlyMorningWalk ...
Originally uploaded by Berta...

Evening is the time of day
I find nothing much to see
Don't know what to do, but I come to
When it's early in the morning
Over by the window day is dawning
When I feel the air
I feel that life is very good to me, you know
In the sun, there is so much yellow
something in the early morning meadow
Tells me that today you're on your way
And you'll be coming home, home to me

Night time isn't clear to me
I find nothing near to me
Don't know what to do but I come to
When it's early in the morning
Very, very early without warning I came
Feel a newly born vibration
Sneaking up on me again
There's a song bird on my pillow
I can see the fun in weeping willow
I can see the sun
You're on your way and you'll be coming
Home, home with me

Vanity Fare

zondag, november 22, 2009

In the palm of my hand ...


In the palm of my hand ...
Originally uploaded by Berta...

I thought I had life in the palm of my hand but you took it from me
Now it seems my days of careless ways in fact are turning on me
Because what seems right, feels right, ends up the most fragile of things
Now I'm spending my days in a permanent haze
Because what you stole, you took from me

Let's take the time to contemplate what we are faced
A fragile life in which design resolves being erased
And if you win some, lose some
You end up in the same old place
So understand the task at hand is to live and to forgive

Let's start some living
Let's stop decaying
We can't afford to waste away
Let's start some living
Let's stop decaying

If I'd have known time could stop on a dime and cause you to cease
I'd quit running so fast and I'd try to get a grasp on the things surrounding me
But what feels right, seems right, ends up the most prominent thing
Now I'm spending my days in a permanent haze
Because what you stole, you took from me

The Enemies

zondag, oktober 25, 2009

My dear Country ...


RoseHips ...
Originally uploaded by Berta...

't was Halloween and the ghosts were out,
And everywhere they'd go, they shout,
And though I covered my eyes I knew,
They'd go away.

But fear's the only thing I saw,
And three days later 'twas clear to all,
That nothing is as scary as election day.

But the day after is darker,
And darker and darker it goes,
Who knows, maybe the plans will change,
Who knows, maybe he's not deranged.

The news men know what they know, but they,
Know even less than what they say,
And I don't know who I can trust,
For they come what may.

'cause we believed in our candidate,
But even more it's the one we hate,
I needed someone I could shake,
On election day.

But the day after is darker,
And deeper and deeper we go,
Who knows, maybe it's all a dream,
Who knows if I'll wake up and scream.

I love the things that you've given me,
I cherish you my dear country,
But sometimes I don't understand,
The way we play.

I love the things that you've given me,
And most of all that I am free,
To have a song that I can sing,
On election day.

Norah Jones

vrijdag, oktober 02, 2009

Changing the Seasons ...


Changing the Seasons ...
Originally uploaded by Berta...

He falls asleep on her chest
the best sleep he´d ever met
nevertheless he dreams of some stranger´s caress
so he awakes and he knows
maybe someone else is supposed
to meet his hazy anticipating eyes

he draws the curtains aside
unfolding the first morning light
he glances at his disenchanted life

restlessness is me, you see
it´s hard to be safe
it´s difficult to be happy

it´s the changing of the seasons
he says ”I need them”
I guess I’m too Scandinavian
the relief of spring
intoxication of summer rain
the clearness of fall
how winter makes me reconsider it all

restlessness is me, you see
it´s hard to be safe
it´s difficult to be happy

and then she awakes
reaches for the embrace
he decides not
to worry about seasons again



Ane Brun

vrijdag, augustus 28, 2009

Haiku ...


Tomoko Mukaiyama ...
Originally uploaded by Berta...

A ghost in the light.
Drifting quietly among us.
Not a sound is heard.

HumanHead

woensdag, augustus 26, 2009

Anlamazdın ...


You would not understand ...
Originally uploaded by Berta...

Sevilirken bilmedin mi?
Ben söylerken gülmedin mi?
Falımızda hasret var ayrılık var demedim mi?
Anlamazdın anlamazdın..Kaderede inanmazdın…
Hani sen acı veren kalpsizlerden olmazdın….
Dilerim ki mutlu ol sevgilim..
Ben olmasam bile hayat gülsün sana..
Günahı boynunda,ağlayan bir çift göz bıraktın arkanda.
Kalbim bomboş kaldı sanma
Acılar geçer zamanla…
Aşka tövbe demem ben..
Görürsün sevince yeniden…
Anlamazdın anlamazdın..Kaderede inanmazdın…
Hani sen acı veren kalpsizlerden olmazdın….
Dilerim ki mutlu ol sevgilim..
Ben olmasam bile hayat gülsün sana..
Günahı boynunda,ağlayan bir çift göz bıraktın arkanda…

Ayla Dikmen


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vrijdag, juli 10, 2009

Into the Future ...


Into the Future ...
Originally uploaded by Berta...

hear the lonesome whiperwill
he sounds too blue to fly
the midnight train is whining low
i'm so lonesome i could cry
i've never seen a night so long
when time goes crawling by
the moon just went behind a cloud
to hide it's face and cry
did you ever see a robin weep
when leaves begin to die
that means he's lost the will to live
i'm so lonesome i could cry
the silence of a falling star
lights up a purple sky
and as i wonder where you are
i'm so lonesome i could cry