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A keresés eredménye

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2018.03.04.

Awareness

It doesn't worth at all to take a whisky
to take an aspirin, to take a coffee cup
to take a soda drink, to take time
to take a break, to take a train.
 
It doesn't help at all to take measures
to take a whisky and yell Cheers!
if we don't take before being taken
the tit that gives us the common sense
 
Awareness, awareness
 
Of what they took us by fools
the satraps who think they have the power
and wit its spinning top that takes everything
wants to take your dust like rappe
 
but what the can't take neither by force
is that fortress of the reason
the only impregnable shelter
the house of the mind and the heart
 
Awareness, awareness
 
Is much wider than internet
and more inflatable than globalization
is the mirror in which our looks at itself
when it's stronger than the manipulation
 
The only way out is within ourselves
but we must care for our own voice
to gather with others who hear theirs
and connect the transmission in series
 
It won't be a politician who takes us out
from where politics put us in
we need people who represents
people who has it under control
 
and with awareness, awareness.
 
Who has the handle of your existance?
Your boss, your couple, mom, dad?
The only who rules is your conscience
and of each one in freedom.
 
It doesn't worth at all to close the fist
if one opens the hand one can give
and with the open palm one takes too
what destiny brings, one takes
 
Awareness, awareness
 
Is much wider than internet
and more trustable than globalization
is the mirror in which our looks at itself
when it's stronger than the manipulation
 
Awareness, awareness
 
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2018.03.04.

Loneliness

Loneliness, loneliness is my friend
loneliness is my best song
she always goes with me
silently and without interruption
 
She dances to the beat of my rhythm
she analyzes my composition
and if I sing the same a thousand times
she doesn't mind the repetition
 
So much freedom she gives me
nothing like my loneliness
 
Loneliness gives me the arm in the street
and spares me from the crowd
she whispers the many things she knows
about my phobias and my completeness
 
And she leaves, when there's people
who takes over my attention
she isn't jealous and never offends
if I call her she comes and that's it
 
So much freedom, you might say
what an ideal woman...
 
I must walk
among everyone, alone
to come and look for me
and walk through the dead desert
where our friendhip grows
oh loneliness...
my freedom...
 
Loneliness doesn't wash my clothes
she has fun with watching me cooking
she laughs if I grab the broom
and how I didn't learn to iron
 
She doesn't mind if I date another
my couple, my family and such
my friends, she doesn't mind
she lives of what she gives to me
she knows what am I, what I am not
she knows what I want here today...
 
How to scape from her clear image
her cathedral silence
oh loneliness, people can absorb you
but you're always behind
oh loneliness...
my freedom...
oh loneliness...
my freedom...
 
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2018.03.04.

Wherever I go

Wherever I go
Wherever I am
In my inner silence
I'll always find you
 
You're my cloud of peace
You're the shadow that gives
You're the light that behind
Shines on the immensity
 
Wherever I go
Wherever I am
I always hear your voice
Talking to me for good
 
Your name shines in the light
The echo makes it sound
And from the north to the south
It seems to span everything
 
Wherever I go
Wherever I am
In my inner silence
I'll always find you
 
You're my superior being
I go to reach you
Trying to give love
Among today's cold
 
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2018.03.04.

Values

There are values that aren't respected
it doesn't mean there aren't
like there are a thousand stars
even in the cloudy nights
 
There are great mene who don't shine
it doesn't mean they don't honor
the human gender
from some anonymous order.
 
There is light even in the dark
and truth is behind the doubt
evil and good live together in rivalry
like the moon with the sun.
 
Love resists when hatred burdens
and the reality, mine, yours
is not the one they give us miserable and turbid
one just has to find in the pure fountain.
 
There are begginings even when
only the ends seem to rule
like there are archetypes
even when the types rule.
 
There are values that aren't respected
it doesn't mean there aren't
any believers anymore
who get inspired in those values.
 
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2018.03.04.

The dreams of culture

Culture is crying with a kid in its arms
In a square cage with bars of ignorance
Its eyes are two screens broadcasting its drama
With garbage serials that come from another culture
 
At day it goes on bail
At night returns to its place
It is seen alone
Among its crossed-out books
Its cutted movies
Its forgotten songs
And its burned theaters
Oh oh oh oh the history moves on
But life lasts too little
 
When men feel free
Our culture will be more free
When men feel free
Our culture will be more rich
Let sing, let say,
let express, let feel
Let talk, let say,
let be, let live, live
 
Culture is sleeping, it doesn't want to be awake
Because its beautiful dreams are shelter of its destiny
But the people's crying is waking it up
And its dreams become necessary ideals
 
It dreams with classrooms on broad daylight
full of children and youth
And it also dreams
with honest governors
With traveling artists
with the return of inmigrants
And the oblivion of remorse
Oh oh oh oh the history moves on
And it falls in censorship hands
 
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