It was sunlight that was caressing the* streets
Lonely as the universe
And my footsteps were the outcome
Of another accident the universe had bared_
And I was there
The lonely one
The one* who had to know…
My lonely friend was standing there
The one who had indulged himself with
so many prayers
But never prayed himself_
I did not know why I had* come*
And what I had to say.
And why, anyway, did I exist
Before* and after
But I sat down, neverthless, in need
of peace, of joy, of help
As always, by His Will*
In front of methe aging woman on her knees
Was whispering into the air
The words that were not meant for me
“May Your Kingdom come*…”
I closed my eyes
Again* to drift to
Mariam’s locks upon her cheeks
As her lips were telling silence
And in her arms
Wrapped up in blankets, was the
I had to say…
The woman was still praying
And Anyone who heard
And underneath, the train was moving,
The walls were soaked with sentences
Addressed to Him
Someone was talking, humming, touching
Inside of me…
Until I wished not to know, not to feel, not to see, not to hear
But simply and unconditionally
I don’t remember how I fainted
And how the ambulance arrived
And how I had reacted
When I found out
I had to die
And how I found this pen
And why I have to take this back
Back to that church
And put underneath the place
I had sat down with confidence
that no one was to shave my head
or give me pills
or make me live
Without me wanting to.
I FINALLY KNOW WHAT I WANT.
And if anyone is to find this
Then he/she is to read and realize
Finally, I know
I know the truth
But if he/she is mortal
Then he/she is not to tell anyone the following…
The truth is that………
Warm cinnamon coffee & a cozy pose
Make me love this life again.
Mixed up voices stumble in my brain
As the radio-headphones trail to eternity
In a dark-print night.
I think slowly for my feelings are numb from jazz
Purple jazz soaked all the way in my sleep-rejected head
Where Miss Muse is snoozing cross-legged in a velvet armchair.
Shhh… Dear Prudence
Go to sleep…
Let me be quietly awake with my solitude…
You look, but do you see?
Pale clouds are trying to sweep the star-dust from the sky.
My darling, sit on this half-moon and swing,
I promise to push when I’m not lazy.
You listen, but can you hear?
Lovely sound of silence behind the universe.
Damn haunted clock is making this earth spin
But no worries, my love, morning is far
It is just frozen nuit…
I’m afraid these scented candles will float my sad boat
To the indigo oceans.
All the way to the shadow-eyed Pacific and back.
Somewhere upstairs my perfumed bed is promising me a headache free day,
But I’m not going to sleep
I’m just too darn stubborn.
Dear Logic, please explain
For this absurdism is drowning me in this puzzled night.
The slumber heaven above is dripping stranger’s dreams on my lap,
So I have to wash these dream-stained jeans tomorrow
© Ani Boghossian
(Sigur Ros— Sidasti Baerin)… Stars are holes on the canvas of the universe…
When I fall asleep blind angels
come down from the dark blue heaven
and blow on my face…
(Sigur Ros—The little match girl)…I try to be good
to deserve the blessing of the chaos…
people are spinning and spinning in this endless hyperspace where love is only
the way they dress…
it is still beautiful
it is too beautiful
It is beautiful yet to be
I’ll try to find words to explain to you
My dream in the womb of four galaxies
There were colors that don’t exist
Music you haven’t heard
Movements that will make you free
And shapes that bring misunderstanding… still only to our minds…
I pray for you, my future child…
You will have inside you a universe of your own… I promise.
(Sigur Ros—Augaetis Byrjun)
Please let me cry…
Who are you so silent inside me?
Please let me cry…
There’s a distant sound of pale clouds shedding hope on trees…
They are so lonely…
This is a good beginning of another unknown…
As a child there were two hands that were touching
My hair and telling me that
Stars are friends that help you at night when you are scared of nightmares…
My moon is Mom.
I smelled perfume on the pillow that was too big for me
Pale clouds are so tired…
The curls on the angel are the silent foretold
Of another heaven in my head
But when I’m asleep
Blind angels come and blow on my face…
This is a good beginning of another hope of rain.
This is just another whisper to your head
Ignore the silent throbbing of your veins,
There is a heart inside your head… but still
This is a good beginning…
(Sigur Ros—All alright)
There is a roof in a distant place that can touch the edge of the purple mountains
There is a dark ocean in a silent orb that is spinning on the finger of a lonely man
There is a lonely man inside a galaxy of white pajamas that is crying for a little smile
There is a little smile on a face of an orphan that believes that her mom is the moon
There is a moon above my roof that is touching the edge of the ocean inside a silent orb spinning on a finger of a lonely man in the galaxy of white pajamas…
The orphan wearing white pajamas is whispering “good night” to the moon.
(Sigur Ros—Ba ba)… a stranger was whispering into the mist
“I bare for you a secret you cannot learn…”
The sidewalk is so long…
“…please pray for me as I walk”…
“and if you can…
take this glass of bitterness away from me”
Good night Understanding