Years have trailed past like clouds over a country,
And they’ll never return, for they’re gone forever,
And I no longer enjoy such light endeavour
As the magic of folk songs or the land of faery

Which as a child filled me with wonder,
Not quite understood yet meaning so much to me,
And now these shadows try to recapture me
In this hour of mystery, this twilight hour.

These trembling fingers touch the strings in vain
To find the right notes from the fading memory
Of youth, so that my soul can vibrate again.

Everything’s disappeared from the horizon of that distant plain
And you can no longer hear the voice of past harmony.
Behind me time gathers . . . and I darken!

 

Translated by Corneliu M. Popescu


Trecut-au anii ca nori lungi pe şesuri
Şi niciodată n-or să vie iară,
Căci nu mă-ncântă azi cum mă mişcară
Poveşti şi doine, ghicitori, eresuri,

Ce fruntea-mi de copil o-nseninară,
Abia-nţelese, pline de-nţelesuri –
Cu-a tale umbre azi în van mă-mpesuri,
O, ceas al tainei, asfinţit de sară.

Să smulg un sunet din trecutul vieţii,
Să fac, o, suflet, ca din nou să tremuri
Cu mâna mea în van pe liră lunec;

Pierdut e totu-n zarea tinereţii
Şi mută-i gura dulce-a altor vremuri,
Iar timpul creşte-n urma mea… mă-ntunec!

 

It’s no news that I can trust you with my secrets
Your reputation for discretion is well-known
And I appreciate a glimpse into your misery
Tell me just one thing and then you’re on your own

Am I still pencilled in on your calendar
Am I still the late night call when you got nothing to say
I know it’s Thanksgiving Night and you say you love me
But who’ll be the last lover standing come Saint Valentine’s Day

Was it adventure, was it fear of sanctuary
That was a trip a bit far out, even for you
I know you’re busy directing your lifelong documentary
Documenting was all you wanted me to do

Am I still pencilled in on your calendar
Am I still the late night call when you got nothing to say
I know it’s Christmas Morning and you say you love me
But who’ll be the last lover standing come Saint Valentine’s Day

I had my heart close to my left when the table got kicked over
It’s what you wanted but you got nothing instead even less
Now even your gallery of pigeons has been picked up by the vultures
There’s only one thing left for you to confess

Am I still pencilled in on your calendar
Am I still the late night call when you got nothing to say
I know it’s New Year’s Eve and you say you love me
But who’ll be the last lover standing
Who’ll be the last lover standing
Who’ll be the last lover standing
Come Saint Valentine’s Day

 

The solitary bird sings
On this quiet and sunny day,
I have everything I need
Except friends that could not stay.

The life cycle trundles on
Auld Lang Syne has been sung,
We toast a new beginning
As the new day has just begun.

I have travelled arduous miles
To arrive at this stage in my life,
And I wonder if it has been worth it,
Going through all the trouble and strife.

Without the friends I had in my life,
The journey would not have been so worthwhile,
My friends stood by me and helped me
And always greeted me with a smile

A life Without good friends
Makes the world a harsher place,
Cherish each one dearly forever,
For they can never be replaced.

 

 

A lot of people have had a lot of pain to bare this year. Just like every year, but with a pandemic on top of everything else. There has been a lot more suffering than usual. There has been a new type of suffering that people have experienced where they have been unable to touch their loved ones when they were ill, or even see them. There have been people who have been unable to attend the funeral of close relatives due to travel restrictions.

Some countries have faired a lot better than others. Losing loved ones due to inept governments who put their political agenda and cronies first, has caused a lot more anguish, because lives have been lost unnecessarily.

As we reach the end of 2020, I think it is more important than ever to try to think positively and not to lose hope, because there is an air of uncertainty swirling around that instils a feeling of unease.

I have resisted the urge to go into a political rant, because that really is doom and gloom. Although my blogging activity is far less frequent than it used to be, interacting with people from other countries seems even more important to me since we share a global problem.

I wish you all a healthy, prosperous and Happy New Year and hope the light at the end of your tunnel gets brighter every day.

Love and Peace,

 

 

Everyday when I’m away
I’m thinking of you
Everyone can carry on
Except for we two.

And you know that our love
And you know that I
And you know that our love won’t die.

And it won’t even show
And no-one will know
One little wave
To say you’ll behave
It won’t even show
How far love can go.

Everyday when I’m away
And there’s been a few
Every land I need a hand
To help me come through.

And you know that our love
And you know that I
And you know that our love won’t die.

And it won’t even show
And no-one will know
One little wave
To say you’ll behave
It won’t even show
How far love can go.

And you know that our love
And you know that I
And you know that our love won’t die.

And it won’t even show
And no-one will know
One little wave
To say you’ll behave
It won’t even show
How far love can go.

The best journalists in the world are the ones who seek and publish the truth, especially when it is detrimental to their own wellbeing.

The audience with a real desire for fact, is the one that does not accept mainstream news as being tangible or honest. The people who stray off the media beaten track to find honest reporting, are rewarded with the truth. It is not always good to hear, but it is the only acceptable information worth listening to.

Some people just want to hear, what they want to hear. It is far more comfortable for them not to have the boat of their belief system rocked, lest they get splashed with the waves of reality.

Some people go through life accepting information that unprincipled people want them to believe. Other people search for truth and believe the unaccountable should be held to account. Whistle-blowers can have their lives ruined for revealing unfavourable practises towards society, but their honour and integrity remains intact.

The people-of-power wage a war of character assassination against those who speak out against corrupt behaviour. The baddies proclaim that they are the goodies. They will comfortably annihilate countless people and maintain that they are righteous.

In the age of information technology, there is a lot of information easily available, but unfortunately it is also convenient for spreading lies and propaganda. The deeper you search for the truth, the more you will find out things you do not like, but you will be far more enlightened. Only the truth matters.

Take me to the station
And put me on a train
I’ve got no expectations
To pass through here again

Once I was a rich man
Now I am so poor
But never in my sweet short life
Have I felt like this before

Your heart is like a diamond
You throw your pearls at swine
And as I watch you leaving me
You pack my peace of mind

Our love was like the water
That splashes on a stone
Our love is like our music
It’s here, and then its gone

So take me to the airport
And put me on a plane
I got no expectations
To pass through here again

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