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About Me: | I'm Francesco from Italy ..a really outgoing and friendly guy ..I like reading ,playing sports,travelling I'd like to stay in touch with you..whatever you look ..anyway a smart , friendly, adventurous girl would be better ...for penpal...friendship lyrics and thoughts for a poetic manifesto : LOST by Katarina swedish living poet He is drawing whiskers on the moon he does not resemble me he is lost in a completely different way ROMEO AND JULIET By Shakespeare Romeo Oh , are you leaving me with so much desire … Juliet : And what desire can you ever have this night … Romeo : barter your love with mine Juliet : Before you asked for it I gave you mine and I would like not having given it yet Romeo: Would you like , maybe,take it back ? and what is the reason for , my love Juliet: To offer it once more again .I wish what I have ; my heart , like sea, has no bounds and my love is deep as much as the sea : the more I give The more I own , because both are infinite ALBA ( dawn) by Katarina swedish living poet How can I hold on to my knowledge of what has brought you to this room when there will be other days when everything is dead that does not contain you when I am dead because I do not contain you In the pearly light of the approaching dawn love puts up its tent of silence Say a word that takes me inside you and then keep me there silent "BUT A WOMAN " by Katarina - a swedish living poet NO MAN IS AN ISLAND ( John Donne) We glide towards each other like cliffs at sea we rub against each other like clouds in the sky Your kisses are goats that climb high mountains Your hands are lambs with warm milk on their muzzles Your breaths are my notturno and your body my island in the storm Bob Dylan - JUST LIKE A WOMAN Nobody feels any pain Tonight as I stand inside the rain Ev'rybody knows That Baby's got new clothes But lately I see her ribbons and her bows Have fallen from her curls She takes just like a woman, yes she does She makes love just like a woman, yes she does And she aches just like a woman But she breaks just like a little girl. Queen Mary, she's my friend Yes, I believe I'll go see her again Nobody has to guess That Baby can't be blessed Till she finally sees that she's like all the rest With her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls She takes just like a woman, yes she does She makes love just like a woman, yes she does And she aches just like a woman But she breaks just like a little girl. It's was raining from the first And I was dying there of thirst So I came in here And your long-time curse hurts But what's worse Is this pain in here I can't stay in here Ain't it clear that. I just can't fit Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit When we meet again Introduced as friends Please don't let on that you knew me when I was hungry and it was your world Ah, you fake just like a woman, yes you do You make love just like a woman, yes you do Then you ache just like a woman But you break just like a little girl. FLORES NOCTIS by Katarina a swedish living poet This is the seduction To be hit by vertigo somebody sucks the light out of the pupil When the shell breaks and falls When strands of hair escape and falls over the shoulder when the glance falls over the shoulder I cried of joy or weariness or sorrow Cried because I once was a child who slept outside among the animals where a human was legitimate pray Cried because I saw a pulse by the throath that bore witness of somebody else's burning unreachable life far beyond my senses The one who looks for love will only find a secret once revaled it will prove itself different from what gave life to love I did not know him The smile swift and pointed like the wings of a swallow Swiftly it appeared like pointed wings Swiftly it turned in midair and disappeared like a promise never kept an embezzlement and a beautiful nothing "Sweet good night, parting is such sweet sorrow , that I will say goodnight till it be morrow" Juliet by Shakespeare POETICS by Katarina -swedish living poet waiting hypnotically by the white sheet unknown words emerge and shape my lips they dissolve in front of my eyes in each and every one of them it is written - blue shadow SISTER OF MERCY by Leonard Cohen Oh the sisters of mercy, they are not departed or gone. They were waiting for me when I thought that I just can't go on. And they brought me their comfort and later they brought me this song. Oh I hope you run into them, you who've been travelling so long. Yes you who must leave everything that you cannot control. It begins with your family, but soon it comes around to your soul. Well I've been where you're hanging, I think I can see how you're pinned: When you're not feeling holy, your loneliness says that you've sinned. Well they lay down beside me, I made my confession to them. They touched both my eyes and I touched the dew on their hem. If your life is a leaf that the seasons tear off and condemn they will bind you with love that is graceful and green as a stem. When I left they were sleeping, I hope you run into them soon. Don't turn on the lights, you can read their address by the moon. And you won't make me jealous if I hear that they sweetened your night: We weren't lovers like that and besides it would still be all right, We weren't lovers like that and besides it would still be all right. UTOPIA by Katerina a living swedish poet we live on the cursed earth our dreams belong to higher spheres between these worlds one can travel in a balloon sit in a basket holding a line turn ones faces upwards right there one can hover for a while until it's time to land CONCERTO by Katarina swedish living poet entwined voices cluster of insistant dissonances seeking harmony the blue tone of a trumpet breaking through the night and like an ostinato I hear the beating of a heart LET ME NOT THE MARRIAGE OF TRUE MINDS By William Shapespeare Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love which Alters when it alteration finds, or bends With the remover to remove. Oh no! it is an ever fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken. It is that star to every wandering bark whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come. Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. THE SMALL STORY by Katarina -swedish living poet The short story is very short It lasted for three days and nights The small story is very big it wil last for the rest of our lives There a re those who believe that it's the duration that it's the quantity It feels safe to believe that then the accounts are balanced the one doesn't need to worry It's not good to realize that three days and nights three days and nights might mean more than any other days and nights togeheter I tell you it's not good to realize such things And to know that he who was three days and nights he means more than the man I live with has been living with Will live with LULLABYE -by Katarina a swedish living poet anxiety like a backyard meadow and tarmac moving there in anxiety you all the yous that resembles you i sing in dark anxiety lullabye after lullabye SHALL I COMPARE THEE TO A SUMMER'S DAY? by William Shakespeare (1564-1616) Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date. Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. Lisa Nilsson Lyrics META POEM by Katarina swedish living poet Most things are shadows and allusions I suspect every word and every eye How can I explain what the sunflowers do when they togheter become Van Gogh when all the yellow in this world has forbidden CARPE DIEM by Katarina a swedish living poet I do not want to seize all days not fill my cup and savour everything give me sometimes an indifferent day where nothing awaits and nothing is missing do not try to seize the day the day dies if held captive AS AN IMEPRFECT ACTOR ON THE STAGE By shakespeare As an unperfect actor on the stage, Who with his fear is put beside his part, Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage, Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart; So I, for fear of trust, forget to say The perfect ceremony of love's rite, And in mine own love's strength seem to decay, O'ercharg'd with burthen of mineown love's might. O! let my looks be then the eloquence And dumb presagers of my speaking breast, Who plead for love, and look for recompense, More than that tongue that more hath more express'd. O! learn to read what silent love hath writ: To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit. XXIV SONG TO THE UNEXPECTED by Katarina swedish living poet I sing a song to the unexpected that swiftly flies by or lands for a second on a blade of grass daringly swaying that tastes of honey and a razor's edge •REFUGE by katarina far away where silence is waiting a long journey from human lands there all my longing is gathered there is relief in my hand far away from words and thoughts a long way from crying an laughter it is time to haul the ankar it is time to escape tonight Gotan Project > Lunático (2006) > MI CONFESION (Feat. Koxmoz) (Apolo Novax) Proyecto Gotan... desde el Koxmoz para el mundo...si, soy yo… y la voz de mi pensamiento...mis pensamientos... pensamientos del corazón. Cómo es la clave, cuál el secreto? Para estar en paz por completo, dos pies en la tierra y un relato desde hace rato me tienen sujeto. El mundo es mi suelo, el cielo mi techo, Buenos Aires donde cosecho mis anhelos y mis pasiones, pero solo hay vacío y no estoy satisfecho. Si hablo de amor... se que la extraño, de mis actos en vida soy dueño, pero me calla el dolor por el daño, es como un sueño dentro de otro sueño. Apuesto a pleno pero de callado, cada uno en la suya, yo ando rayado, sigo esperando sentado... que esta vez el destino no me deje plantado... que no me deje plantado... no nena. Escuchame bien... no es chamuyo...es amor. (Chili Parker) Me la batió un gomía che, la culpa no fue mía, de amor yo no se nada, lo mío es la astronomía, vos sabias bien que yo era un mamarracho, vos lo sabias bien...soy un borracho. Así que ya no me reclames, no me esperes flaca ya no me llames, todos lo saben prefiero ser MC, hasta el farolito de la calle en que nací. Tengo una balada para un loco, que la compuse yo, para mi, porque estoy loco, y eso me provocó que en vos pensase, y así un poema nace. Los más hábiles dejamos pasar los abriles, inmóviles para no quedar como giles, así ya no me enamoro de nuevo... así ya no me enamoro de vos de nuevo. (Apolo Novax) Pensamientos del corazón … son mi confesión..."¿que?"... tampoco mi inspiración. Pensamientos del corazón … son mi confesión..."que se yo, pero sé que no es chamuyo"... tampoco mi inspiración. ( Bis X2) (Chili Parker) ... y es así, todos tropezamos con la misma piedra. (Apolo Novax) No es chamuyo...es amor. -WHERE YOUR WOUND IS,THERE YOU WILL ALSO FIND MY HEART -by katarina swedish living poetry "This my poem is without name I dedicate it to "Her" and for "Her" sake I will accept no other trade but Give and Take"(Ib'n El Arabi ) Poetry is an insult to the Goddesses who beg in the dust who offer themselves in the alleys who carry the children through the desert under a male sun Their poems they still dedicate to "Him" with the dry , hard body The Goddesses offer each other water That is why the world exists ABOUT WORDS by Katarina swedish living poet Without words silence wouldn't be so eloquent LOVE ME TWO TIMES -The Doors Love me two times, baby Love me twice today Love me two times, girl I'm goin' away Love me two times, girl One for tomorrow One just for today Love me two times I'm goin' away Love me one time I could not speak Love me one time Yeah, my knees got weak But love me two times, girl Last me all through the week Love me two times I'm goin' away Love me two times I'm goin' away Oh, yes Love me one time I could not speak Love me one time, baby Yeah, my knees got weak [ Lyrics provided by www.mp3lyrics.org ] But love me two times, girl Last me all through the week Love me two times I'm goin' away Love me two times, babe Love me twice today Love me two times, babe 'Cause I'm goin' away Love me two time, girl One for tomorrow One just for today Love me two times I'm goin' away Love me two times I'm goin' away Love me two times I'm goin' away ANIMA ANIMALIS by Katarina -swedish living poet Anima Animalis - I am the soul of an animal my soul is in a body as if I were the fruit of the rose in the burning flower of the poppy as if I were the bitter seed of the poppy enclosed in the bud of the rose Anima - you want to reach my soul Animalis - I am a stranger to myself but not to you when you touch my body Anima Animalis I see myself in your darkening eyes mirrors of night - and I want to die THE WELL OF LONELINESS by Katarina -swedish living poet my love drinks the running water of life drinks from the deep well of loneliness my love rests in the calm of the forests and on the eternally green meadows on the bottom of the fathomless sea my love is cold when the moon leans over it and sinks alone in the bottomless well of time my love grows in the land beyond all borders in the time beyond all times ERICA JONG -from Serenissima Perhaps when animals mate it is all a matter of blood and nerves, scents and synapses, vessels filling and vessels emptying although sometimes I doubt even that); but humans love within the contetxt of that great convention " Love," that well-worn metaphor "Love," that gaaudy tapestry "Love" wo´ven through the ages by poets and artists, dyed in our nerves, imprinted on our brains, accompanied by sweet, familiar music, Oh, I had loved and lusted, loved and "Loved". And sometimes I was not sure wether I had loved "Love" or the man in question, myself and my role as Innamorata, or just the adrenaline rush of love, that most powerful of drugs, that highest of all highs - kickier than cocaine, more euphoric than opium, dizzier than dope. For sometimes we create a lover out of a parti-colored fool just to feel that rush again - and when the rush is over, we look at him and laugh, asking ourselves why. But at its truest, love is altogeteher another matter: a matter of gods and goddesses, or spirits merging, of a holy communion in the flesh.And one never knows, before making that leap of faith, wether one will find pure spirit or mere motley, holy communion or sexual aerobics, goda and goddesses, or goats and monkeys. "Who chooseth me must give and hazard all he hath" - the essence and thetest of love." THE LANGUAGE OF LOVE by Katarina swedish living poet I believe in everything you say. It's easier that way. Lies are very tiresome both my own and the search for yours. I want to give back a meaning to the words beyond the labial sounds. How many movements equals a reality? CLOSE TO SLEEP by Katarina swedish living poet close in my dream,there were an open house were my dead were moving silent without shadows the morning light drove them away and your voice night has left all rooms and is quitely slipping out of my hands - These Words Song Lyrics by NATASHA BEDINGFIELD Threw some chords together The combination D-E-F Is who I am, is what I do No one’s gonna lay it down for you Try to focus my attention But I feel so A-D-D I need some help, some inspiration (But it’s not coming easily) Whoah oh… Trying to find the magic Trying to write a classic Don’t you know, don’t you know, don’t you know? Waste-bin full of paper Clever rhymes, see you later These words are my own From my heart flow I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you There’s no other way To better say I love you, I love you... Read some Byron, Shelly and Keats Recited it over a Hip-Hop beat I’m having trouble saying what I mean With dead poets and drum machines I know I had some studio time booked But I couldn’t find a killer hook Now you’vegone & raised the bar right up Nothing I write is ever good enough These words are my own From my heart flow I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you There’s no other way To better say I love you, I love you… I’m getting off my stage The curtains pull away No hyperbole to hide behind My naked soul exposes Whoah.. oh.. oh.. oh.. Whoah.. oh.. Trying to find the magic Trying to write a classic Waste-bin full of paper Clever rhymes, see you later These words are my own From my heart flow I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you There’s no other way To better say I love you... I love you, is that okay? THE ANDALUSIAN BITCH by katarina swedish living poet Somewhere in the crack between gratefulness and defiance love's razor cuts over eye and tounge yet another twist and turn after purpose under a sky grey as lead You reach out for the nearest thing You are my ideology for redemption Why can't you just love me who is so beautifully flawed SHORT MEETING by Katarina swedish living poet Joy fell from the sky blinding and blue I had hardly time to say: But what have taken you so long? CANNOT LIVE WITH YOU (640) by Emily Dickinson I cannot live with You – It would be Life – And Life is over there – Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to – Putting up Our Life – His Porcelain – Like a Cup – Discarded of the Housewife – Quaint – or Broke – A newer Sevres pleases – Old Ones crack – I could not die – with You – For One must wait To shut the Other's Gaze down – You – could not – And I – could I stand by And see You – freeze – Without my Right of Frost – Death's privilege? Nor could I rise – with You – Because Your Face Would put outJesus' – That New Grace Glow plain – and foreign On my homesick Eye – Except that You than He Shone closer by – They'd judge Us – How – For You – served Heaven – You know, Or sought to – I could not – Because You saturated Sight – And I had no more Eyes For sordid excellence As Paradise And were You lost, I would be – Though My Name Rang loudest On the Heavenly fame – And were You – saved – And I – condemned to be Where You were not – That self – were Hell to Me – So We must meet apart – You there – I – here – With just the Door ajar That Oceans are – and Prayer – And that White Sustenance – Despair – THE HEART OF DARKNESS by Katarina swedish living poet At night, early in the morning when I can neither sleep or wake when all the sounds of the room are being transported, backward in time serpentine shaped, hours like this when darkness is being pressed together to a loveshaped hole, a heart of darkness when I stand immovable in the middle of the room with the poem singing in my body owned by the scandal of my existence "TAKE WHAT YOU WANT AND PAY FOR IT" by Katarina swedish living poet I had almost convinced myself that it would be easy that I could keep it light a simple autumnal gift from life and nothing much to add But now with the smell of our room lingering in my unpacked clothes I realise that this is where I start paying in tears Caetano Veloso -Sozinho Às vezes, no silêncio da noite Eu fico imaginando nós dois Eu fico ali sonhando acordado, juntando o antes, o agora e o depois por que você me deixa tão solto? por que você não cola em mim? Tô me sentindo muito sozinho! Não sou nem quero ser o seu dono É que um carinho às vezes cai bem Eu tenho meus segredos e planos secretos só abro pra você mais ninguém por que você me esquece e some? e se eu me interessar por alguém? e se ela, de repente, me ganha? Quando a gente gosta é claro que a gente cuida fala que me ama só que é da boca pra fora ou você me engana ou não está madura onde está você agora? Quando a gente gosta é claro que a gente cuida fala que me ama só que é da boca pra fora ou você me engana ou não está madura onde está você agora? WINDREPORT FOR SATURDAY by Katerina swedish living poet here somewhere in the translunar ether were the airy spirits usually socialise in a civilised mannner a fullblown hurricane is approaching like a genie from a fairy tale I have increased and decreased in volume an swallowed the entire cosmos it is the wind that sets the tone possibly can the hyberbole of the wind be excused but mine - never ENCOUNTER by Katarina swedish living poet she is building a nest to there meet her own words and the white child within herself the spoken words the unspoken it is going to hurt NE ME QUITTE PAS - Jacques Brel Ne me quitte pas Il faut oublier Tout peut s'oublier Qui s'enfuit déjà Oublier le temps Des malentendus Et le temps perdu A savoir comment Oublier ces heures Qui tuaient parfois A coups de pourquoi Le cœur du bonheur Ne me quitte pas (4 fois) Moi je t'offrirai Des perles de pluie Venues de pays Où il ne pleut pas Je creuserai la terre Jusqu'après ma mort Pour couvrir ton corps D'or et de lumière Je ferai un domaine Où l'amour sera roi Où l'amour sera loi Où tu seras reine Ne me quitte pas (4 fois) Ne me quitte pas Je t'inventerai Des mots insensés Que tu comprendras Je te parlerai De ces amants-là Qui ont vu deux fois Leurs cœurs s'embraser Je te raconterai L'histoire de ce roi Mort de n'avoir pas Pu te rencontrer Ne me quitte pas (4 fois) On a vu souvent Rejaillir le feu D'un ancien volcan Qu'on croyait trop vieux Il est paraît-il Des terres brûlées Donnant plus de blé Qu'un meilleur avril Et quand vient le soir Pour qu'un ciel flamboie Le rouge et le noir Ne s'épousent-ils pas Ne me quitte pas (4 fois) Ne me quitte pas Je ne vais plus pleurer Je ne vais plus parler Je me cacherai là A te regarder Danser et sourire Et à t'écouter Chanter et puis rire Laisse-moi devenir L'ombre de ton ombre L'ombre de ta main L'ombre de ton chien Ne me quitte pas (4 fois) SEAL LYRICS "Kiss From A Rose" There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea. You became the light on the dark side of me. Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill. But did you know, That when it snows, My eyes become large and The light that you shine can be seen. Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey. Ooh, The more I get of you, Stranger it feels, yeah. And now that your rose is in bloom. A light hits the gloom on the grey. There is so much a man can tell you, So much he can say. You remain, My power, my pleasure, my pain, baby To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny. Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby? But did you know, That when it snows, My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen. Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey. Ooh, the more I get of you Stranger it feels, yeah Now that your rose is in bloom. A light hits the gloom on the grey, I've been kissed by a rose on the grave, I've been kissed by a rose I've been kissed by a rose on the grave, ...And if I should fall along the way I've been kissed by a rose ...been kissed by a rose on the grave. There is so much a man can tell you, So much he can say. You remain My power, my pleasure, my pain. To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny, yeah Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby. But did you know, That when it snows, My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen. Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey. Ooh, the more I get of you Stranger it feels, yeah Now that your rose is in bloom, A light hits the gloom on the grey. Yes I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey Ooh, the more I get of you Stranger it feels, yeah And now that your rose is in bloom A light hits the gloom on the grey Now that your rose is in bloom, A light hits the gloom on the grey. A KISS FROM A ROSE By Katarina a living swedish poet I'm drawn through the sky in your eyes to the field where you grow, and what do I understand of love what do I know? Wings simply take me to where you are lured by the beauty of your fragrance when I leave you I'll take that pollen with me and Cause another face to smile... come hold me close just for a while lets watch the rising bubbles float oh how they glisten dance and shine in each a rainbow birthed before they burst and disappear With eyes closed tight and fingers crossed and without fear the moment you released that wish you held so strongly by your will.... then gone... gone like a lovers kiss blown across the room Or the hand of a friend that waves goodbye even the most spectacular sunset must fade like tears we cry into the horizons face the footprints we left in the sand were gathered by the oceans hand of where we walked there is no trace but you and I know there’s a place where secrets of the heart remain Until the key is turned... then something someone one never understood is learned... METLOAF-I'D DO ANYTHING FOR LOVE (BUT I WON'T DO THAT) And I would do anything for love, I'd run right into hell and back I would do anything for love, I'll never lie to you and that's a fact But I'll never forget the way you feel right now, oh no, no way And I would do anything for love, but I won't do that, I won't do that Anything for love, oh I would do anything for love I would do anything for love, but I won't do that, oh I won't do that Some days it don't come easy, and some days it don't come hard Some days it don't come at all, and these are the days that never end Some nights you're breathing fire, and some nights you're carved in ice Some nights you're like nothing I've ever seen before or will again Maybe I'm crazy, but it's crazy and it's true I know you can save me, no one else can save me now but you As long as the planets are turning, as long as the stars are burning As long as your dreams are coming true, you better believe it That I would do anything for love, and I'll be there til the final act I would do anything for love, and I'll take a vow and seal a pact But I'll never forgive myself if we don't go all the way tonight And I would do anything for love, oh I would do anything for love Oh I would do anything for love, but I won't do that, no I won't do that I would do anything for love, anything you've been dreaming of But I just won't do that (repeats 3x) (Solo) Some days I pray for silence, and somedays I pray for soul Some days I just pray to the God of Sex and Drums and Rock 'N Roll Some nights I lose the feeling, and some nights I lose control Some nights I just lose it all when I watch you dance and the thunder rolls Maybe I'm lonely and that's all I'm qualified to be There's just one and only, the one and only promise I can keep As long as the wheels are turning, as long as the fires are burning As long as your prayers are coming true, you better believe it That I would do anything for love, and you know it's true and that's a fact I would do anything for love, and there'll never be no turning back But I'll never do it better than I do it withyou, so long, so long And I would do anything for love, oh I would do anything for love I would do anything for love, but I won't do that, no no no I won't do that I would do anything for love, anything you've been dreaming of But I just won't do that (repeats 7x) But I'll never stop dreaming of you every night of my life, no way AndI would do anything for love, oh I would do anything for love I would do anything for love, but I won't do that, no I won't do that [Girl:] Will you raise me up, will you help me down? Will you get me right out of this Godforsaken town? Will you make it all a little less cold? [Boy:] I can do that! I can do that! [Girl:] Will you hold me sacred? Will you hold me tight? Can you colorize my life, I'm so sick of black and white? Can you make it all a little less old? [Boy:] I can do that! Oh oh, now I can do that! [Girl:] Will you make me some magic, with your own two hands? Can you build an emerald city with these grains of sand? Can you give me something I can take home? [Boy:] I can do that! Oh oh now, I can do that! [Girl:] Will you cater to every fantasy I got? Will ya hose me down with holy water, if I get too hot? Will you take me places I've never known? [Boy:] I can do that! Oh oh now, I can do that! [Girl:] After a while you'll forget everything It was a brief interlude and a midsummer night's fling And you'll see that it's time to move on [Boy:] I won't do that! No I won't do that! [Girl:] I know the territory, I've been around It'll all turn to dust and we'll all fall down And sooner or later, you'll be screwing around [Boy:] I won't do that! No I won't do that! Anything for love, oh I would do anything for love I would do anything for love, but I w SAFE by Katarina - living swedish poet So lay down in the soft of me and I shall rock you I shall lull you to sleep Sweet dreams shall I give you From the mountain top shall you fall over my bosom and I shall receive you mildly into my arms Silently shall I rock you Quitely shall I let you cry from relief when you wake and see that it was not all a dream Like a little fairy tale The one about the cricket's baby being rocked on the thin membrane of a leaf of grass So safe shall you be inside me THE GOOD-MORROW. by John Donne I WONDER by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we loved ? were we not wean'd till then ? But suck'd on country pleasures, childishly ? Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers' den ? 'Twas so ; but this, all pleasures fancies be ; If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee. And now good-morrow to our waking souls, Which watch not one another out of fear ; For love all love of other sights controls, And makes one little room an everywhere. Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone ; Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown ; Let us possess one world ; each hath one, and is one. My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears, And true plain hearts do in the faces rest ; Where can we find two better hemispheres Without sharp north, without declining west ? Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally ; If our two loves be one, or thou and I Love so alike that none can slacken, none can die. DEPARTURE by Katarina a swedish living poet I will never become somebody you can rely on never become somewhere you can rest I carry your heads on little silver hooks on my belt I will never become someone you can trust my departures are hanging like green apples in your trees and you don't even see them but when I have gathered enough darkness around me I suddenly become bright the black I fasten to the bodies of starlings and when they fly out with their short lives we are together and then, I almost like you •THE TEMPTATION by Katarina -living swedish poet The men with spurs like birds of prey frightens me I throw firebrands after them I am afraid of the big visions Only at night dare they venture out I see them by the end of the woodland where the precipice of darkness steeply falls Eyes panting as of wild beasts or of swords flying low I wait on the empty gravel yard Come closer you wild dogs! Penetrate the narrow circle of light! Defeat me! Defeat me! NICK CAVE - INTO MY ARMS LYRICS I don't believe in an interventionist God But I know, darling, that you do But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him Not to intervene when it came to you Not to touch a hair on your head To leave you as you are And if He felt He had to direct you Then direct you into my arms Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms And I don't believe in the existence of angels But looking at you I wonder if that's true But if I did I would summon them together And ask them to watch over you To each burn a candle for you To make bright and clear your path And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love And guide you into my arms Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms And I believe in Love And I know that you do too And I believe in some kind of path That we can walk down, me and you So keep your candlew burning And make her journey bright and pure That she will keep returning Always and evermore Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms •AS SHE WALKS by Katarina - living swedish poet See how love walks See how she stumbles Scratching herself on thorny bushes It is too late to call She cannot hear It is too late stop her She walks as she walks I GIVE YOU MY TROUBLED JOY by Katarina swedish living poet I have to give myself up and give myself to you Totally and completely I hand myself over with eyes closed and open Where I am now only the voice is necessary my hands a delicate and yet violent movement towards that which lives I have left my watch my shoes as well, I walk barefoot abundantly alive soon I must return to my history, my watch, my shoes and then I will write you out of my hands If I could write "crying" now I would cry dark salt out of the heart and share with you my troubled joy • EMILY DICKINSON (1830–86). COMPLETE POEMS PART THREE : LOVE IF you were coming in the fall, I ’d brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spurn, As housewives do a fly. If I could see you in a year, 5 I ’d wind the months in balls, And put them each in separate drawers, Until their time befalls. If only centuries delayed, I ’d count them on my hand, 10 Subtracting till my fingers dropped Into Van Diemen’s land. If certain, when this life was out, That yours and mine should be, I ’d toss it yonder like a rind, 15 And taste eternity. •ASYLUM by Katarina - living swedish poet I have to free you from myself, the guard, let go of my firm grip of your fragile eyelid. Release myself from the freedom of your soft fetters. I have to hand over the keys t the oxygen, the horrible light in which you shine like an amazing peacock. I, the guard have to become one with you, the prisoner, who always return to the cell, free mute with hunger to once again nail me to the railing STRUGGLE by Katarina swedish living poet out of rock out of pine tree out of all embracing water you dissolve spell your self into nerves and blood as if it would be too easy to just lay down and break AKON SORRY : BLAME IT ON ME LYRICS As life goes on I'm starting to learn more and more about responsibility And I realize that everything I do is affecting the people around me So I want to take this time out to apologize for things that I've done things that haven't occurred yet and things that they don't want to take responsibility for I'm sorry for the times that I left you home I was on the road and you were alone I'm sorry for the times that I had to go I'm sorry for the fact that I did not know That you were sitting home just wishing we Could go back to when it was just you and me I'm sorry for the times I would neglect I'm sorry for the times I disrespect I'm sorry for the wrong things that I've done I'm sorry I'm not always there for my sons I'm sorry for the fact that I'm not aware That you can't sleep at night when I am not there Because I'm in the streets like everyday I'm sorry for the things that I did not say Like how you are the best thing in my world And how I'm so proud to call you my girl I understand that there's some problems And I'm not too blind to know All the pain you kept inside you Even though you might not show If I can't apologize for being wrong Then it's just a shame on me I'll be the reason for your pain And you can put the blame on me You can put the blame on me You can put the blame on me You can put the blame on me You can put the blame on me Said you can put the blame on me Said you can put the blame on me Said you can put the blame on me You can put the blame on me I'm sorry for the things that he put you through And all the times you didn't know what to do I'm sorry that you had to go and sell those bags Just trying to stay busy until you heard from dad When you would rather be home with all your kids As one big family with love and bliss And even though pops treated us like kings He got a second wife and you didn't agree He got up and left you there all alone I'm sorry that you had to do it on your own I'm sorry that I went and added to your grief I'm sorry that your son was once a thief I'm sorry that I grew up way to fast I wish I would of listened and not be so bad I'm sorry that your life turned out this way I'm sorry that the feds came and took me away I understand that there's some problems And I'm not too blind to know All the pain you kept inside you Even though you might not show If I can't apologize for being wrong Then it's just a shame on me I’ll be the reason for your pain And you can put the blame on me You can put the blame on me You can put the blame on me You can put the blame on me You can put the blame on me Said you can put the blameon me Said you can put the blame on me Said you can put the blame on me You can put the blame on me I'm sorry that it took so long to see But they were dead wrong trying to put it on me I'm sorry that it took so long to speak But I was on tour with Gwen Stefani I'm sorry for the hand that she was dealt And for the embarrassment that she felt She's just a little young girl trying to have fun But daddy should of never let her out thatyoung I'm sorry for Club Zen getting shut down I hope they manage better next time around How was I to know she was underage In a 21 and older club they say Why doesn't anybody want to take blame Verizon backed out disgracing my name I'm just a singer trying to entertain Because I love my fans I'll take that blame Even though the blame's on you Even though the blame's on you Even though the blame's on you I'll take that blame from you And you can put that blame on me And you can put that blame on me You can put that blame on me You can put that blame on me And you can put that blame on me And you can put that blame on me THE PAEONY by Katarina - living swedish poet I would like to be a paeony painted by van Gogh a big pink paeony that shamelessly opens without fear of the morning after and the deacay with brown dirty petals littering the gravel •LOVERS' INFINITENESS. by John Donne IF yet I have not all thy love, Dear, I shall never have it all ; I cannot breathe one other sigh, to move, Nor can intreat one other tear to fall ; And all my treasure, which should purchase thee, Sighs, tears, and oaths, and letters I have spent ; Yet no more can be due to me, Than at the bargain made was meant. If then thy gift of love were partial, That some to me, some should to others fall, Dear, I shall never have thee all. Or if then thou gavest me all, All was but all, which thou hadst then ; But if in thy heart since there be or shall New love created be by other men, Which have their stocks entire, and can in tears, In sighs, in oaths, and letters, outbid me, This new love may beget new fears, For this love was not vow'd by thee. And yet it was, thy gift being general ; The ground, thy heart, is mine ; what ever shall Grow there, dear, I should have it all. Yet I would not have all yet. He that hath all can have no more ; And since my love doth every day admit New growth, thou shouldst have new rewards in store ; Thou canst not every day give me thy heart, If thou canst give it, then thou never gavest it ; Love's riddles are, that though thy heart depart, It stays at home, and thou with losing savest it ; But we will have a way more liberal, Than changing hearts, to join them ; so we shall Be one, and one another's all. •CAN YOU IMAGINE by Katarina a living swedish poet Can you imagine a more childeyed structure than love A junipher bush growing among stones near the sea and open stormy sky Have I seen him; have I tasted his harsh kisses Harsh as cow tongues in Krishna's harsh paradise of ruminating light THE CRYSTAL SHIP by Jim Morrison Before you slip into unconsciousness I'd like to have another kiss Another flashing chance at bliss Another kiss, another kiss The days are bright and filled with pain Enclose me in your gentle rain The time you ran was too insane Well meet again, well meet again Oh tell me where your freedom lies The streets are fields that never die Deliver me from reasons why You'd rather cry, I'd rather fly The crystal ship is being filled A thousand girls, a thousand thrills A million ways to spend your time When we get back, Ill drop a line TO THE MUSE by Katarina a living swedish poet The joy of form, your glance is inside it like inside the shell of a beautiful snail slowly climbing up a beam of light Your blue, like heaven There is no roof, your pupils are the black holes of the universe I see right through you, your brain is a mandala, not a labyrinth The words reside in you You breathe life into language give life and wind as to a giant sail, large as heaven I am tired of loving but if I am still able to It is you that I love LEONARD COHEN - I'M YOUR MAN LYRICS If you want a lover I'll do anything you ask me to And if you want another kind of love I'll wear a mask for you If you want a partner Take my hand Or if you want to strike me down in anger Here I stand I'm your man If you want a boxer I will step into the ring for you And if you want a doctor I'll examine every inch of you If you want a driver Climb inside Or if you want to take me for a ride You know you can I'm your man Ah, the moon's too bright The chain's too tight The beast won't go to sleep I've been running through these promises to you That I made and I could not keep Ah but a man never got a woman back Not by begging on his knees Or I'd crawl to you baby And I'd fall at your feet And I'd howl at your beauty Like a dog in heat And I'd claw at your heart And I'd tear at your sheet I'd say please, please I'm your man And if you've got to sleep A moment on the road I will steer for you And if you want to work the street alone I'll disappear for you If you want a father for your child Or only want to walk with me a while Across the sand I'm your man If you want a lover I'll do anything you ask me to And if you want another kind of love I'll wear a mask for you INSOMNIA by Katarina a living swedish poet ” My self willed love will sink my reputation: The thruth leaks out; they make a Ballad of it at their meetings:” Once again awake in the wolf hour reading Hafiz in bad translation God’s friend has strewn sand in my eyes and the nights keep getting longer and longer COMTESSA DE DIA (born c. 1140) Estat ai en greu cossirier "OF LATE I'VE BEEN IN GREAT DISTRESS" Of late I've been in great distress about a knight I thought was mine. I want it known for all of time that though I loved him to excess, his pleasure with me I delayed, and was on that account betrayed! It makes me wild: my mind can't rest whether I'm in bed or dressed. I'd like it well if I caressed him with my naked arms. He'd get excited if I merely let him feel the softness of my breast; and he'd delight me even more than Floris once did Blanchaflor! I'd offer him my every part, my mind, my senses, and my heart. When, my gallant handsome friend— when shall I have you in my power? I'll lie beside you and my tender kiss will bring your love to flower. I would be greatly comforted to have you in my husband's stead, but only if you swear to do everything I wish you to! -Dagdröm by Katarina a living swedish poet Hon föreställer sig en sällsam glädje att hon sover ensam med slutna kronblad Älskad som en lotus i Hades -Daydream by Katarina same of the previous one in english She is imagining a strange joy That she is sleeping alone with closed petals Loved like a lotus in Hades TO PHYLLIS By John Wilmot Earl of Rochester All my past life is mine no more; The flying hours are all gone, Like transitory dreams given o'er, Whose images are kept in store By memory alone. The time that is to come is not; How can it then be mine? The present moment's all my lot; And that , as fast as it is got, Phillis, is only thine. Then talk not of inconstancy, False hearts, and broken vows; If I by miracle can be This life-long minute true to thee, 'Tis all that Heaven allows A LOVE LETTER BY katarina -living swedish poet I have made the beds and put the laundry in the machine without thinking about you I have washed the dishes and scrubbed the kitchen floor without thinking about you and right now I'm going to the store to buy milk and continue not thinking about you Artist:OTIS REDDING album title: the jimi hendrix experience/otis redding song title:TRY A LITTLE TENDERNESS oh she may be weary them young girls they do get wearied wearing that same old miniskirt dress but when she gets weary you try a little tenderness oh man that un hunh i know shes waiting just anticipating the thing that youl never never possess no no no but while she there waiting try just a little bit of tenderness thats all you got to do now it might be a little bit sentimental no but she has her greavs and care but the soft words they are spoke so gentle yeah yeah yeah and it makes it easier to bear oh she wont regret it no no them young girls they dont forget it love is their whole happiness yeah yeha yeah but its all so easy all you got to do is try try a little tenderness yeah damn that hart (hard all you got to do is know how to love her you've got to hold her squeeze her never leave her now get to her got got got to try a little tenderness yeah yeah lord have mercy now all you got to do is take my advice you've got to hold her don't squeeze her never leave her you've got to hold her and never so you got to try a little tenderness a little tenderness a little tenderness a little tenderness you've got to got to got to you've gotta hold her don't squeezeher never leaver her you got got got got to now now now got got got to try a little tenderness yeah yeah tenderness tenderness you got got got you got to hold her squeeze her never leave her got got got got got got got tenderness oh yeah tenderness little tendernes gotta lord you gotta hold her squeeze her never leave her sock it sock it sock it sock it sock it sock it sock it tenderness got to got to try a little tenderness a little tenderness X2 you gotta gotta you gotta yeah gotta oh lord you gotta hold her squeeze never leave get to her sock it to her with a littletenderness little tenderness little tenderness you gotta hold her squeeze her never leave tenderness little tenderness tenderness TENDERNESS by Katarina -swedish living poet Tenderness darling I'm not asking for much more than just tenderness It isn't that hard you just have to go to the heart, your own and ask if it will stoop to the level of tenderness Everybody are torturing each other here on the streets You see it, don't you? Tenderness comes last It is dangerous It makes people hastily abandon their roles and become children again and pitiable and tender Tenderness my friend is the name of the prettiest street THERE MUST BE AN ANGEL ( PLAYING WITH MY HEART - EURYTHMICS No-one on earth could feel like this. I'm thrown and overblown with bliss. There must be an angel Playing with my heart. I walk into an empty room And suddenly my heart goes "boom"! It's an orchestra of angels And they're playing with my heart. (Must be talking to an angel) No-one on earth could feel like this. I'm thrown and overblown with bliss. There must be an angel Playing with my heart. And when I think that I'm alone It seems there's more of us at home. It's a multitude of angels And they're playing with my heart. Chorus repeats. I must be hallucinating Watching angels celebrating. Could this be reactivating All my senses dislocating? This must be a strange deception By celestial intervention. Leavin' me the recollection Of your heavenly connection "WICKED GAME" Chris Isaak The world was on fire and no one could save me but you. It's strange what desire will make foolish people do. I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you. And I never dreamed that I knew somebody like you. No, I don't want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart) No, I don't want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart) With you. With you. (This world is only gonna break your heart) What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way. What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you. What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way. What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you and, I want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart) No, I want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart) With you. The world was on fire and no one could save me but you. It's strange what desire will make foolish people do. I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you. And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you no, No, I want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart) No, I want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart) With you. (This world is only gonna break your heart) With you. (This world is only gonna break your heart) No, I... (This world is only gonna break your heart) (This world is only gonna break your heart) Nobody loves no one. BREAK UP by Katerina a swedish living poet Did you ever see me It doesn’t matter I have my hair You may have other women. There are other men And then I count the feathers of my friends the ravens as they sail over me And the dead are making one hell of a racket at night, at dawn the mossy waters are still Your sex is a star I forgot the name of If you help me remember the name of that star I will love you as long as I remember you • The Divine Entomology- by Katarina - living swedish poet The Goddess have never shown mercy on female poets She is actually both jealous and stingy towards them What she has got to be jeloaus about is however rather doubtfull NO woman has ever conquered a man through words alone THe Goddess collects female poets She keeps them in boxes of glass stung through the heart with silverpins and with their wings obscenly spreadeagled towards posterity The Goddess glares in worldly splendour and much to gaudy colours The female poets stay put and feel their wing getting paler and almost invisibly, unbearingly slowly turn to dust MARVIN GALE - SEXUAL HEALING Ooh, now let's get down tonight Baby I'm hot just like an oven I need some lovin' And baby, I can't hold it much longer It's getting stronger and stronger And when I get that feeling I want Sexual Healing Sexual Healing, oh baby Makes me feel so fine Helps to relieve my mind Sexual Healing baby, is good for me Sexual Healing is something that's good for me Whenever blue teardrops are falling And my emotional stability is leaving me There is something I can do I can get on the telephone and call you up baby, and Honey I know you'll be there to relieve me The love you give to me will free me If you don't know the things you're dealing I can tell you, darling, that it's Sexual Healing Get up, Get up, Get up, Get up, let's make love tonight Wake up, Wake up, Wake up, Wake up, 'cos you do it right Baby I got sick this morning A sea was storming inside of me Baby I think I'm capsizing The waves are rising and rising Makes me feel so fine, it's such a rush Helps to relieve the mind, and it's good for us My baby ohhh Come take control, just grab a hold Of my body and mind soon we'll be making it Honey, oh we're feeling fine You're my medicine open up and let me in Darling, you're so great I can't wait for you to operate PORTRAIT OF A GIRL by Cohen She sit behind the wooden shutters on a very hot day The room is dark, the photographs gloomy She is profoundely worried that her thighs are too big and her ass fat and ugly And she is too hairy The lucky American dirls are not hairy She sweats too much There is a fine mist caught on the dark hairs above her mouth I wish I could show her what such hair and haunches do for one like me Unfortunately I don't know who she is or where she lives or if indeed she lives at all There is no information about this person except in these lines and let me make it clear as far as I'm concerned she has no problem whatsoever Aretha Franklin - A Natural Woman Looking out on the morning rain I used to feel uninspired And when I knew I had to face another day Lord, it made me feel so tired Before the day I met you, life was so unkind But your love was the key to peace my mind Cause you make me feel, you make me feel, you make me feel like A natural woman When my soul was in the lost-and-found You came along to claim it I didn't know just what was wrong with me Till your kiss helped me name it Now I'm no longer doubtful of what I'm living for Cause if I make you happy I don't need no more Cause you make me feel, you make me feel, you make me feel like A natural woman Oh, baby, what you've done to me You make me feel so good inside And I just want to be close to you You make me fell so alive Cause you make me feel, you make me feel, you make me feel like A natural woman From "THE ENERGY OF SLAVES" by L.Cohen There are no traitors among women Even the mother does not tellthe son they do not wish us well She cannot be tamed by conversation Absence is the only weapon against the supreme arsenal of her body She reserves a special contempt for the slaves of beauty She let's them watch her die Forgive me partisans, I only sing this for the ones who do not care who wins the war 28 I wore a medal of the Virgin round my throat I was always a slave Play with forever Mistress of the World Keep me hard Keep me in the kitchen Keep me out of politics 94 Love is a fire It burns everyone I disfigures everyone It is the world's ecuse for being ugly AS IF GIVEN OVER by Katarina swedish living poet As if given over to itself repetition goes through the world Not with the greatest versatility may we buy ourselves free One leg in the grave two new ones are born The pig is slaughtered at Christmas the chickens hatch in spring marriage, remarriage, fighting again and again, da capo, once more But a change has been promised an end is envisioned From the fig tree at least according to Mark and Lucas shall that lesson be plucked that one time for the last time love |
Language: | english, italian.spanish, french |
Interests: | travelling, reading playing sports |
Favorite Books: | hesse, dostojewsli, tolstoy, kafka, flaubert, marquez, borges etc bookc |
Favorite Music: | hip hop, jazz, pop, rock, italian |
Favorite TV Programs: | quark |
Favorite Movies: | Allen, Chaplin, Rohmer, Groucho mArx etc movies |
Places I've Traveled To: | europe, america |
I'm Looking For: | Whatever you looklike ...anyway ...an outgoing,smart,tolerant,adventourous girl would be better |
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Sexual Orientation: | Straight |
Dating Status: | Single |
Body Type: | Athletic |
Eye Color: | Black | Height: | 6'0" |
Smoking Habit: | no |
Drinking Habit: | no |
Religion: | Catholic |
Interested in Meeting for: | Friends |
Currently Living with: | Alone |
In a social setting, I'm: | The life of the party |
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Sense of humor: | Friendly |
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IF
It is not that important to leave and go
if it didn't leave gaps behind
that are impossible to fill.
Even the big separations are not that hard to endure,
if they were started at the best moment.
Crying is not something to be ashamed of,
if the tears are coming from the heart.
Stealing is not disgraceful,
if it is the heart of somebody that is stolen.
Love has nothing to be afraid of,
if one could get rid of all skins.
A known voice would not make one so upset,
if it was never heard.
The leakproof embraces would perhaps be forgotten more easily,
if they were not wrapped with passionate love.
The big hazel eyes would head to uncertainty as time passes,
if they didn't look so crazy.
It would perhaps be easy to forget the burning taste of a wet kiss,
if the heart did not press on the rib cage that hard.
The long night conversations could be replaced by something else,
if the last cigarette was not shared breath by breath.
It wouldn't snow even on the dreams,
if the fears had not wounded love in the battles.
Time, still as if it will never pass, would fly like an arrow,
if the one that's worth waiting for would come at the end.
Even the color of the hair in the dreams would fade away with time,
if their inexpressible smell had not stuck on the pillows.
Even that huge, that splendid end, death, would lose its meaning,
If everything worth living was already lived.
Loneliness would not be that unbearable,
If the final glimmer of hope had not faded away.
The spring sun perhaps would not heat this much,
if life did not start again after every loss.
It would perhaps not be necessary to smoke before breakfast,
if a giant wave of longing did not challenge.
Maybe the thin waist would remain in memories,
if even the shameless tea was not given in a thin-waisted glass.
Sleeplessness would not ruin that badly right after short naps,
if the silk skin to touch was not that far away.
Even a jobless home could turn to paradise maybe,
if it was heated by a warm smile.
Poems with the taste of aged wine would not feel as poor,
if there was someone to whisper them to.
It would perhaps not be possible to believe that every love hides a separation deep inside,
if it did not have on its calling card the label 'first degree perpetrator of so many separations'.
Daisies would not really look down,
if they did not have their shares from your betrayal.
Coasts would not surrender to solitude,
if you did not try to console yourself with aimless strolls on your own faint coasts.
I will be alone after you go.
and I am not afraid of being alone,
but what if I want to hold your hands...
Yes sweetheart,
Who would miss the smell of the sweat inside your palms,
who would want to lie along your thin fingers,
if these eyes had not witnessed a splendid period in their past!!
By CAN YUCEL