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A Wedding Tonight

The moon has risen, turn on the lights in the Dharamsala markets
barefoot, walking erect and beautiful at the head of the procession
wrapped in a white sari, a tear sparkles between the eyes
all the guests are happy and crying, he whispers you a promise
 
Love is light, love is water
you are the only one, see it in his eyes
for him you are the sun, noise in the neighborhood
a wedding tonight, wedding, wedding
 
In the alleys and paths young people stand still
in their hearts they hear the beat of your love
the musicians on the stage play songs of paradise
voice the the groom, voice of the bride, voice of happiness and voice of prayer1
 
Love is light, love is water
you are the only one, see it in his eyes
for him you are the sun, noise in the neighborhood
a wedding tonight, wedding, wedding
 

• 1. a traditional song of joy that is sung at a Jewish wedding celebration

Periphery

Between Tiveria (Tiberius) to Afula and between Eilat to Tzafat (Safed)
there is a winding road and there is one language
From Shlomi until Acco (Acre) and until Kiryat Shmonah
Here is the heart of the state
 
They say to me periphery, see a tough life
I see it all, the heart of the people
and how the children here, give us hope
a place of love
 
Even if difficult does not change
and forever will burn in me belief
that my path is correct
will not remove from me the neighborhood
 
periphery - beautiful people
no lock on the door and the heart is free
a sea of quiet, embracing
shouting - this is my city
 
life of dreams and... working in shifts
come visit and not only at election time
because here I grew up between all the housing complexes
and even after years, it still burns from within
 
Even if difficult does not change
and forever will burn in me belief
that my path is correct
will not remove from me the neighborhood
 
periphery - beautiful people
no lock on the door and the heart is free
a sea of quiet, embracing
shouting - this is my city
 
how many, how many - beautiful people
everyone shines with one thousand smiles
a sea of quiet, embracing
shouting - this is my city
 

Amen

Amen, amen
 
In prayer, Amen
For peace, amen
The voice of the soul will praise god
Amen
 
And give us the blessing of peace and watch over our home
And bring us closer to the dream inside us
Give us always blessing in our actions
Open our heart so we will always sing to you
 
My God, amen
My hopes, amen
Wrap us in love, amen
 
Give us life and watch over us
Give fruition to our love
Give us blessing, light our faces
Open our heart so we will always sing to you
 
To the world, amen
To everyone, amen
Strengthen the spirit of man
Amen
 
In prayer, Amen
For peace, amen
The voice of the soul will praise god
Amen
 
The voice of the soul will praise god
Amen
 

Improve your memory with a click

'Hello! If you've clicked on this file
then surely you have memory lapses.
I wrote it because I couldn't access my email inbox and I thought:
I don't remember passwords, let alone my history!
In a few years I will forget who I am
what I think, what I like, what I despise.
Indeed here you are, like the Memento guy
Ok, listen to this piece and the rhymes inside of it.'
 
Don't be afraid of getting old
the age you display attracts, see Persepolis
Don't be afraid of singing offkey
unlike popstars, bells play for centuries
In a world where everyone is competing
don't ride, get on Pegasus' back
and remember to honour the silence
pretending to leave a flower on Marcel Marceau's tomb
 
You're losing it, it's the way it is
but your memory is already improving with a click
You're losing it, it's the way it is
but your memory is already improving with a click
 
Don't praise modernity, it's plastic
in the '30s, modernity was the swastika
It's tense in here, you're not breathing, you're wheezing
it's a summer cruise, but in the hold of an Admiral
Travel in the car, on a monocycle, on a gilder
not in your room with the finger on the atlas
Souls ache because they don't ever go anywhere
and then, when they could, no one does.
At night, turn your phone off
It's a device and it's stealing your smile (*)
Respect the mass, but your bodily one
not the one blaming everything on politicians and 'it's a shame!!'
Accepting pain to appreciate life
is like swallowing an ember to appreciate pizza
Ridiculous, thinking about those who have it worse doesn't make it any better
unless you're cynical
 
You're losing it, it's the way it is
but your memory is already improving with a click
You're losing it, it's the way it is
but your memory is already improving with a click
 
Remember: your sixth sense is that of guilt
and everyone takes advantage of it, at least once
so it's okay to open up with others
but at least put a door at the entrance.
Defend yourself and defend culture, not by taking to the streets
but by taking the street to go to the cinema or the theatre
When the Odeon closed down (*) everyone complained
yeah, but no one ever went there in a whole year.
It's not true that your degree is useless
what's useless is debating about glutes in thongs
Not everyone loves you, they are wary of the icon
Become a saint and you'll be ad-Myra-ble, like St. Nicholas
Listen to what you like, not what's liked by who's liked
Forget about Karma, everyone got away with it
If you're elected mayor be thankful, inaugurate Kiss Square
and see who's startled.
 
You're losing it, it's the way it is
but your memory is already improving with a click
You're losing it, it's the way it is
but your memory is already improving with a click
You're losing it, it's the way it is
but your memory is already improving with a click
You're losing it, it's the way it is
but your memory is already improving with a click
 
Nothing weird if, at tea time
I don't think at all about the plate of consommé turkey breast
that I put in the fridge yesterday at lunchtime.
Nothing weird if, to avoid serious misunderstandings
I put up a sign - I don't deny it -
of eloquent verses on the white door
'Remember about the plate of consommé turkey breast'.
Nothing weird if only now
they tell me, light black on yellow, that in the fridge
there's still, untouched, the plate of consommé turkey breast.
Nothing weird if, when I close the fridge door
it's not only its inner light that dims on the food and fades away
but mine too - slowly on the brain.
 

Two Roses

Versions: #2
I'll sing you a song of old, of past,
I'll sing you a ballad of a rose.
Once upon many years ago,
There were two roses, two roses.
It was a while ago, in days long gone,
One was white, the other was red.
 
Children of one garden, like two brothers,
They grew leaves and thorns.
When came the morning pure of light,
The white rose opened its eyes,
When the eve came and the day declined,
The red rose closed its eyes.
 
And in the nights, and in the nights,
The winds blew softly.
This way they flowered until came a hand,
A hand that picked one rose.
And we don't know till today -
Was it the white or the red.
 
We only know that the remaining one
Was heartbroken, heartbroken...
Once upon many years ago,
There were two roses, two roses.
It was a while ago, in days long gone,
One was white, the other was red.