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miroase culoarea 9Tuesday, 23.08.05

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"pai 9 nu e o culoare, si chiar daca ar fi nu poti mirosi o culoare. Pai tocmai asta vreau sa spun" (traducere libera a 2 versuri de Chris Rice)

suntem in masina, spre seara si ascultam un album de Chris Rice. Imi place foarte tare albumul asta si de fiecare data cand il ascult mi se face un dor nebun dupa cer, dupa cerul Lui. Imi ridica in minte toate intrebarile pe care as vrea sa I Le adresez, ca un copil mirat tatalui sau. Mi se face dor de lumea aceea dupa care fiecare persoana tanjeste, de lumea aceea pe care fiecare incearca sa o reconstruiasca dupa o amintire netraita inca.

Noi oamenii suntem constructori, cream sau demolam lumi din vorbe si fapte si uneori nu reusim sa vedem mai departe de patratelul nostru, uneori nu reusim sa ne luam privirea de la noi. Atunci mi se face cel mai tare dor de cer, de locul unde am sa invat sa miros culoarea 9...

Va las cu versurile lui Chris Rice, poate va regasiti si voi...

I would take no for an answer, Just to know I heard you speak, And I'm wondering why I've never, Seen the signs they claim they see, A lotta special revelations, Meant for everybody but me, Maybe I don't truly know You, or maybe I just simply believe...

Cause I can sniff, I can see, and I can count up pretty high; but these faculties aren't getting me any closer to the sky, but my heart of faith keeps poundin' so I know I'm doin' fine but sometimes findin you is just like tryin to smell the color nine. Smell the color nine...

Now I've never felt the presence, But I know You're always near, And I've never heard the calling, But somehow You've led me right here, So I'm not lookin' for burnin' bushes, Or some Divine graffiti to appear, I'm just beggin You for Your wisdom, And I believe You're puttin' some here...

Cause I can sniff, I can see, and I can count up pretty high; but these faculties aren't getting me any closer to the sky, but my heart of faith keeps poundin' so I know I'm doin' fine but sometimes findin you is just like tryin to smell the color nine. Smell the color nine...

Nine's not a color... and if even if it were you can't smell a color,no that's my point exactly.

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  1. [1] from: serendipity
    serendipity

    mi place ideea cu mirositu culorilor, poate Acolo se pot atatea lucruri pe care noi nici nu indraznim sa ni le imaginam..
    cred ca minunatiile din lumea asta sunt numai asa, un "aperitiv" pt ce va urma in Cer :)

    raspunde acestui comentariu Tuesday, 23.08.05, 11:26:52
  2. [2] from: adriana

    numi imaginez cu o sa fie dar stiu ca acolo e paradisu, tara eterna unde locuieste mirele ceresc cu mireasa lui biserica.
    Doamne ajutane sa facem parte di mireasa ta!!!!!!

    raspunde acestui comentariu Tuesday, 23.08.05, 12:49:39
  3. [3] from: roze

    hm, ce iz de cer si ce pofta sa merg acolo dupa versuri ca si astea....ma mir cateodata de versurile lui chris rice in piesele lui, e atata simplitate si in acelasi timp atata profunzime...fain, foarte fain.

    raspunde acestui comentariu Tuesday, 23.08.05, 13:05:05

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