Sunday, December 11, 2011

The minstrel in the gallery looked down upon the smiling faces.



He met the gazes --- observed the spaces between the
old men's cackle.
He brewed a song of love and hatred --- oblique
suggestions --- and he waited.
He polarized the pumpkin-eaters --- static-humming
panel-beaters --- freshly day-glow'd factory cheaters
(salaried and collar-scrubbing).
He titillated men-of-action --- belly warming, hands
still rubbing on the parts they never mention.
He pacified the nappy-suffering, infant-bleating
one-line jokers --- T.V. documentary makers
(overfed and undertakers).
Sunday paper backgammon players --- family-scarred
and women-haters.
Then he called the band down to the stage and he
looked at all the friends he'd made.

The minstrel in the gallery looked down on the
rabbit-run.
And threw away his looking-glass - saw his face in
everyone.
(Jethro Tull)

2 comments:

  1. Tango to Evora


    e cea mai frumoasa , ca din poveste
    de un baiat aleasa, el o iubeste
    dar blestem apasa pe-a lor iubire,
    noaptea cand se lasa el nu va mai fi

    fata e dorita impotriva firii
    de un zeu ravnita, zeul iubirii
    va fi despartita din razbunare
    va fi pedepsita fiindca nu l-a vrut

    sangele din trupul baiatului
    zeul il va lua-n puterea lui
    sa-l ascunda in vie chiar la asfintit

    fata toata viata o sa zdrobeasca strugurii sub talpa
    sa il gaseasca intr-un bob de struguri
    pe al ei iubït....

    versuri Florin Busuioc

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  2. Tango to Evora

    e cea mai frumoasa , ca din poveste
    de un baiat aleasa, el o iubeste
    dar blestem apasa pe-a lor iubire,
    noaptea cand se lasa el nu va mai fi

    fata e dorita impotriva firii
    de un zeu ravnita, zeul iubirii
    va fi despartita din razbunare
    va fi pedepsita fiindca nu l-a vrut

    sangele din trupul baiatului
    zeul il va lua-n puterea lui
    sa-l ascunda in vie chiar la asfintit

    fata toata viata o sa zdrobeasca strugurii sub talpa
    sa il gaseasca intr-un bob de struguri
    pe al ei iubït....

    Versuri de Florin Busuioc

    ReplyDelete

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