Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Dimineaţa se prelinge caldă şi leneşă. Din pat văd soarele. Îmi propun să scriu despre oamenii pe care îi cunosc -din cuvinte (scrise sau spuse), din muzică, de pe străzi, din alte oraşe, din tren, din tramvai, de pe marginea apei şi marginea focului, din biserici...măcar o lună de zile... Vreau să mă mut singură. Cât mai repede.

În 2007 Sinead O'Connor scoate al 8-lea disc al său intitulat Theology, primul cântec fiind inspirat din cartea Profetului Ieremia. Se mutase singură. Devenise preot. Cântecul se numeşte Something Beautiful şi versurile au la bază texte selectate din mai multe capitole.

I wanna make something beautiful for You and from You
To show You, to show You I adore You, oh, You
And Your journey towards me which I see and I see
All You push through, mad for You and because of You

I couldn't thank You in ten thousand years

If I cried ten thousand rivers of tears
Ah, but You know the soul and You know what makes it gold
You who give life through blood
Blood, blood, blood, blood, oh, blood, blood
Oh, I wanna make something so lovely for You
'Cause I promised that's what I'd do for You
With the Bible I stole, I know You forgave my soul
Because such was my need on a chronic Christmas Eve
And I think we're agreed that it should have been free
And You sang to me

They dress the wounds of My poor people as though they're nothing

Saying, peace, peace when there's no peace
They dress the wounds of My poor people as though they're nothing
Saying, peace when there's no peace

Days without number, days without number

Now can a bride forget her jewels or a maid her ornaments?
Yet my people forgotten Me
Days without number, days without number

And in their want, oh, in their want and in their want

Who'll dress their wounds? Who'll dress their wounds?

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