“When You’re Gone…” (R.I.P. Dolores O’Riordan)

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I saw the news just a few minutes ago, and I cannot express how empty it made me feel. The Cranberries music was with me during the happiest years of my life, and one of my favourite songs ever – When You’re Gone – played at my prom – and I danced to it, and I cried to it, and I felt melancholic, nostalgic and infinitely grateful for my school years, and so purely, naively happy to this song… I could not even think that just after a couple of years I would listen to it to remember Dolores. I will never ever hear her live. I envy people who have. But I am also happy that her voice and her music has been – and always will be – part of my life.

This is not the most poetic and eloquent text to write to honour one of your favourite performers, but I just had to get it out before I started crying. Now that I have sung out the whole previous paragraph in a low, faulty voice, I really feel better. And maybe I am ready to write a piece of poetry – just to write something beautiful for Dolores. For myself. To know that I tried to thank her for the beautiful music she has filled my life with.

Do not judge me too severely. The poem is improvised, not prepared in advance. I want it to be as natural and sincere as possible.

Don’t ever close your lips,
Don’t turn the volume down,
The world has gone to sleep,
The sun has just gone down,
Don’t ever stop your song,
No matter we wake up,
Our love for you is strong,
We’ll turn the volume up,
We will not sleep a night,
As long as you sound near,
As long as the Earth turns right,
As long as we can hear.
But when you fall asleep,
The world will be your dream,
The sun’ll kiss your closed lips
With one last wandering beam,
And we’ll go on awake,
With your voice in our lives,
Our hearts, souls – for your sake,
To keep you here. Alive.

Cathy

Image taken from Pinterest

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Headphones (Whatever You Want)

You won’t hear me if I shout,
‘Cause your headphones are still on.
I don’t really care about your songs,
They are just too heavy and too long.
I feel jealous when they play,
They are interrupting me,
They’re so much important to you, dear,
It is not my voice you want to hear.

Whatever you want,
I will suffer for you,
I won’t turn them off.
Whatever you want
I will go in silence,
Leave you to it.
Whatever you want.

Every time you close your eyes,
I know your ears are closed as well
You do not have much space for us
And our love stays undiscussed.

Whatever you want,
I will suffer for you,
I won’t turn them off.
Whatever you want
I will go in silence,
Leave you to it.
Whatever you want.

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Created by me 🙂

Cathy

Your Heart’s Content on Christmas Day

We gain the capability to love more at Christmas. Love everything. Love our loved ones. Love something or someone we usually don’t, but can’t help loving today. Because it’s all so lovely and lovable, love-evoking and love-creating.

What do you love the most about today? I just love my waking up and knowing it’s Christmas. Again. And whatever happens in my life, Christmas is always there for me to let me love.

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Image taken from Eskipaper.com

Cathy

10 Christmassy Reasons to Break Up with Your Boyfriend

  1. They have bought flowers instead of mandarins;
  2. They have chosen an artificial Christmas-tree instead of going into the forest and bringing you a real one;
  3. It has turned out they look much better in the Santa costume and you can’t stand them now in their normal clothes;
  4. They do not believe in Santa;
  5. They have got it all wrong with the Christmas present for you;
  6. They are not thrilled enough about the present you have given them;
  7. They do not share your point of view on how the Christmas-tree has to be decorated
  8. You do not have one and the same favourite Christmas film;
  9. You have found out that marrying you in the upcoming year is not among their Christmas wishes;
  10. They just do not show up on Christmas Day.

Cathy

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Italian Eyes Italianize

Black-and-white. Far away. But too close not to love.
Watch him now. And again. And it’s never enough.
I don’t know why I’ve thought of him on Tuesday night,
But I’m sure – since this day my heart won’t be alright:

It will jump out of chest every time his dark eyes
Look at me. And charm me. And italianize.
Don’t tell me it’s just a film. It’s my new life from now.
Don’t try to turn it off. I’ll restart it somehow.

I will cry, I will laugh every time when he does.
I will always say that “he still is”, not “he was”.
I’ve learnt to say “ti amo”. Two words are enough
To tell how he’s italianized me into love.

Cathy

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P.S. A Tribute to Marcello Mastroianni After Watching “The White Nights”

If I Only Could

If I only could open my eyes up at once,
Just before the dizzy sun dawns in the midst of autumn month,
If I only could love my every morning ray,
If I only could forget that you’ve just said you cannot stay
If I only could ignore
The sound of closing door.

If I only could put my jealousy aside,
If I only could imagine our worlds do not collide,
I have cared too much, I have let you feel to great,
I must try to win my pride back, yes, I must at any rate,
But I still cannot ignore
The sound of closing door.

If you only could disappear from my poor brain
And the misty streets of future never made us meet again,
If you only could find more goodness in your heart,
I would have at least some hope we have a chance of some restart,
But this morning fills with rain,
Urging us to part.

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By me

Cathy

Monday Morning (Purple Hair)

Across the grey morning her purple hair stretches.
Her smile reflects in the puddles.
Monday-trapped passers-by shudder,
Sunday-warmed dreamers take out purple matches
To light their own hearts with routine-free love.
She laughs into her purple glove
And becomes a dream, burning down in purple flames.
But the grey Monday morning is no more the same.

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Cathy

Image taken from: Wallpaper Abyss – Alpha Coders

Lipstick

Draw red hearts on every mirror
Or leave kisses on blank walls…
Have no lipstick – feeling zero,
Put it on – you’ll make it all!

Eyes are not so damn important
When the red light switches on
And the whole world stops before you
As if all the brains were gone.

You can close your eyes and smile,
And let all the planets drop.
Someone’ll go a million miles
To get stuck. And struck. And stopped.

Cathy

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Parking Lot

“Love is not enough
For me to be with you.
Maybe you will laugh
At me – but it is true…
I love you with all
My heart and soul – so what?
That makes an evening call
Or tears in parking lot,
But nothing more than that
If you are not the one
For you… hey, what’s the mat–
My dear, what have you done?”

“Just kissed you!”

“What for?”

“To make you understand:
I love you even more
Than you could ever stand.
So, if you are not
Now too much cross at me,
Let’s drive to the parking lot –
I’ll make you see:
It’s not for letting tears
Run and pour down your face,
It’s for me to kiss you, dear,
Hold in embrace,
Whisper, sweet and low,
That I’ll meet you next day…
But never let you go and never drive away!”

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My fave Lana del Rey in “Burning Desire”

Cathy

Image taken from Stereogum