sâmbătă, 31 mai 2008

The grass was greener

Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young
In a world of magnets and miracles
Our troughts strayed constandly and without boundary
The ringing of the division bell had begin

Along the long road and on down the causeway
Do they still meet there by the cut

There was a ragged band that followed in our footsteps
Running before time took our dreams away
Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground
To a life consumed by slow decay

The grass was greener
The light was brighter
With friends surrounded
The night of wonder

Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us
To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side
Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again
Dragged by the force of some inner tide

At a higher altitude with flag unfuried
We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed of world

Eneumbered forever by desire and ambition
Theres a hunger still unsatisfied
Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon
Though down this road weve been so many time

The grass was greener
The light was brighter
The taste was sweeter
The nights of wonder
With friends surrounded
The dawn mist glowing
The water flowing
The endless river

Pink Floyd - High Hopes

Tudor T va aprecia faptul ca am pus versurile astea :) , thank you T. ;)

6 comentarii:

Anonim spunea...

versuri psihedelice...la fel ca si muzica...o adevarata istorie...trairi intense pe muzica Pink Floyd

fotografia e ca un oxomoron...

Anonim spunea...

oximoron*

Ramona Aștefănesei spunea...

Interesanta ideea de "oximoron in fotografie", bravo Dioneea.
Cred ca in aceeasi categorie se incadreaza si fotografia pe care ai denumit-o "contraste". Acolo trecerea parca e mai gradata, desi e in celalalt sens.
"The grass was greener" pare mai pesimista decat "contraste" unde 'prezentul' adica partea de sus a fotografiei e verde spre deosebire de 'trecut' care e un covor de frunze moarte.

Anonim spunea...

cand erau tinere si verzi, umbreau pasii calatorilor.. acum zac fara viata, pe iarba moale si verde, in timp ce altele noi le-au luat locul. uneori pasesti pe ele si nu le dai importanta, alte ori un sunet ca un suspin iti raspunde in timp ce treci mai departe. da, ele au murit. Asa cum a spus si Ramona, reprezinta trecutul. in prezent sunt iarba verde cruda, moale, si noile frunze ce imbraca copacii...

Anonim spunea...

mi se face frig uitandu-ma la fotografia asta... infiorator de trista. frumoasa.

simo

Anonim spunea...

foarte frumoasa poza..bravo pt Pink Floyd!