светлые полосы

Кто усомниться в правде
сказанной мною?
Кто переспорит правильность
моих мыслей?
Я слышала что дети Божьи
воруют яблоки в саду
я знаю что женская правда
подкреплена лишь ложью.

И когда ты являешся ко мне во сне
я знаю что нам остаются минуты,
и счастье которое приносит каждый день
с тобой, мне придется оставить кому-то... ... ...

кто придерется к страсти
которая бьет ключем?
кто не поверит что я не смогу прожить
жизнь в клетке?
я поняла зачем она обрезала
ему волосы
я видела как жизнь меняет на черные
светлые полосы.

я не смогу прожить с тобой вечность
я всегда скучаю по воле которую ненавижу
мне нужны страдания, нужны боли
я тебя буду любить еще больше, когда уже тебя не увижу

"Faust" by Goethe

Lately I have been reading Faust by Goethe. Wonderful book, even though it takes me quite a while to read it (as any other book I love. such books make me think each and every sentence I read over). I have to admit that this book reminded me many other books I went through, and one of them is The Master and Margarita by Bulgakov (which is one of the best books I have ever read). They have too much in common, yet both of them are wonderful in different ways. 'Bible Grace' was brought up in this book, and I am not sure I was completely happy with the choice Goethe made when he decided the fate of the Hero of the book Faust, but hey, this is his idea after all... So as I read the Faust I asked myself some questions about Bible and stuff, but maybe because I am not done reading The Bible, I cannot still agree with the term of 'Grace'. As for Faust, if I were to write it, my conclusion would be : "As you sow so shall you reap", but not "just say you are sorry!!!". Anyways, I can talk about it for hours and hours, so just go ahead read this book, you will love it!
Here is a couple of quotes from the book, check them out, they are my fav!

1) They're fighters, so they say, for freedom's rights;
More closely scanned, it's slave with slave that fights.

2)In these wild days what riots quicken!
Each strikes and he in turn is stricken,
And no command will men obey.
The citizen behind his wall,
The knight upon his rocky nest,
Have sworn to last us out, and all
Maintain their power with stubborn zest.
The mercenaries, restless growing,
Blusteringly demand their pay,
And if to them no more were owing,
They would be quick to run away.
Let one forbid what all men fain expect,
He's put his hand into a hornet's nest;
The empire which they should protect
Lies plundered, desolate, and waste.
This furious riot no one is restraining,
Already half the world's undone;
Outside the realm kings still are reigning,
But no one thinks it his concern - not one.

Early Morning

Life is wonderful. Judging by the weather and the taste of homegrown peaches it is just as great as it can get. A little vocation would be great though. My head always pictures Cinque Terre, and me strolling down or up the the street in Greek-looking sandals, swimming suit and a pareo, trying to figure out the way to the beach. Also I see mysef in the streets of at least Chicago, sitting on a beanch and looking at the people walking. This was and still is the most relaxing thing for me to do. Especially in the morning. Especially with a cup of coffee, notebook and a pen. Wonderful as it sounds I will not be able to do it soon, but the time will come, I am pretty sure. "Patience, my friend,"- that is what I tell myself.
I am done with my first cup of coffee this morning and I probably should start doing something already, because today appears to be lovely outside.