Fade Into You (Mazzy Star)


I want to hold the hand inside you
I want to take a breath that's true
I look to you and I see nothing
I look to you to see the truth
You live your life
You go in shadows
You'll come apart and you'll go black
Some kind of night into your darkness
Colors your eyes with what's not there.


Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you
I think its strange you never knew


A stranger's light comes on slowly
A stranger's heart without a home
You put your hands into your head
And then it's smiles cover your heart


Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you


I think it's strange you never knew
I think it's strange you never knew




















Je t'aime pour ta sagesse qui n'est pas la mienne
Pour la santé
Je t'aime contre tout ce qui n'est qu'illusion
Pour ce cœur immortel que je ne détiens pas
Tu crois être le doute et tu n'es que raison
Tu es le grand soleil qui me monte à la tête
Quand je suis sûr de moi.

-Paul Eluard


Sunlight dripped in her face through the little holes in the brim of her straw hat. She was walking with brisk steps too short on account of her narrow skirt; through the thin china silk the sunlight tingled like a hand stroking her back.

-John Dos Passos, Manhattan Transter.

Nuda sei semplice come una delle tue mani
Liscia, terrestre, minima, rotonda, trasparente,
hai linee di luna, sentieri di mela,
nuda sei snella come il grano nudo.
Nuda sei blu come la notte a Cuba,
hai rampicanti e stelle nei capelli,
nuda sei enorme e gialla
come l'estate in una chiesa d'oro.
Nuda sei piccola come una delle tue unghie,
curva, sottile, rosea finchè nasce il giorno
ed entri nel sotterraneo del mondo
come in una lunga galleria di abiti e faccende:
il tuo splendore si spegne, si copre,si sfoglia
e di nuovo torna a essere una mano nuda.

-Pablo Neruda

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

-Pablo Neruda