“Nesta rua, nesta rua tem um bosque
Que se chama, que se chama solidão.
Dentro dele, dentro dele mora um anjo
Que roubou, que roubou meu coração.
Si eu roubei, si eu roubei teu coração
Tu também, tu também roubaste o meu.
Si eu roubei, si eu roubei teu coração
É porque, é porque te quero bem”.
(Translation under the cut)
(On this street, on this street there's a forest
That's called, that's called loneliness.
Inside it, inside it lives an angel
Who stole, who stole my heart.
If I've stolen, if I've stolen your heart
You've stolen, you've stolen mine too.
If I've stolen, if I've stolen your heart
It was because, just because I love you.)
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V pesnitve
Za rojstni dan (štirje križi. jebemti) sem si podaril kratko digitalno izdajo z naslovom V pesnitve. Z Boštjanom Imenškom sva uglasbite slovenske poezije snemala v Cerkvi svetega Križa v Plesu. Vse iz prve, brez metronoma in umetne inteligence. Akustika, uigranost in zvočni velemojster Damjan Dobrina - Baček, vse skupaj je pripeljalo do rezultata, s katerim sem res zadovoljen - pa čeprav je kje kakšna napaka.
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Now the shame of it was that they loved each other. But they were both too young to know how to love. Full of doubt, he ran away.
hockey poetry post 113/?
― The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
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Solidarity forever : IWW | Wikipedia article on railway abandonment | All used up : Utah Phillips | The commonwealth of toil : Joe glazer | We have fed you all for a thousand years : IWW | John Henry | I don’t want your millions mister: The Almanac Singers | The big steel rail : Gordon Lightfoot | Chattanooga choo choo | Paradise : John Prine | We have fed you all for a thousand years | I’ve been working on the railroad | We have fed you all for a thousand years | ballad of a Wobbly: David rovics | Ralph Chaplin Speaks | The MTA | Freight Train : Elizabeth Cotton | Freight train blues : Bob Dylan | The city of New Orleans : Arlo Guthrie |Hobos lullaby : Woody Guthrie | Night trian: James brown
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Fae
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If you would be so lucky to earn a Fae’s loyalty,
they will give you their heart, treat you like royalty.
Let them approach first, please avoid the fae rings,
First you will hear laughter then their flapping wings.
The beauty of the Fae know not just one single form,
some look borne from the sky, others from a storm.
These sublime creatures will court you with flowers,
Roses followed with conversation that lasts hours.
Fear not, we serve as a neutral ground for your date,
prepare to be charmed into a flustered state.
The Fae have a reputation for being quite tricky,
their fickleness is often followed by a hickey.
To them, your body is a poem yet to be written,
every moan from you will have them smitten.
To turn the tables, to make them stutter and blush,
trace those lovely pointed ears, it gives them a rush.
Their clever fingers always find a game to play,
usually those games lead to staying in bed all day.
Unless you are ready, do not give a Fae your name,
giving instead of telling is all they need to lay a claim.
Only do this when you both are ready to commit,
in a new relationship there is much a Fae will omit.
When you are both ready what an occasion it will be,
a ceremony with flowers everywhere the eye can see.
If you are seeking nothing more than a fling,
a Fae will still treasure you, even without a ring.
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Hello to the two or less people who read this, I am not abandoning it inspiration has just been a bitch 🙃.
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A little something for the Halloween season, about the Unseelie Court. Enjoy.
TEXT:
The Seelie love the fairy ring,
To step and turn and turn and sing,
And every bright and gleaming thing--
But we are otherwise.
The Seelie on their seats of gauze
Have bound themselves by ancient laws
To slay no mortal without cause--
But we are otherwise.
The Seelie choose to bargain fair,
To honor what they once declare,
To tweak the proud, the humble spare--
But we are otherwise.
We who hide in slits of night,
We red-capped spawn of spit and spite,
Whose every breath conveys a blight--
Oh, we are otherwise!
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