Inspirație

Nu cred că gândurile, versurile sau notele pe care le regăsiți aici pot fi încadrate într-un anumit curent literar sau muzical, fiindcă nu sunt un prea bun cunoscător din punct de vedere teoretic al artei.

Sursele de inspirație sunt muzica pe care o ascult, literatura pe care o citesc, peisajele pe care le observ și evenimentele de zi cu zi. În general, procesul de creație (sau imitație, e mult spus creație totuși), e declanșat de o mică scânteie, în mod asemănător declanșării memoriei la Marcel Proust.

Mai jos voi reda câteva dintre versurile artiștilor care m-au influențat de-a lungul timpului.

You have the choice, saint or the beast
Prove you can be force fed war and spit peace

The Cannon’s Mouth, In Contact, Caligula’s Horse

All veiled by sunlight
A murder for evenfall
Where a new dawn resides

Eyrie, Urn, Ne Obliviscaris

I am the tears in your mouth
I am the weight on your shoulder
I am the scream that wants out
And my heart just couldn’t grow colder”

Morning on Earth, The Perfect Element Part I, Pain of Salvation

Run away, run away.
Just one second, and I was left with nothing.
Her fragrance still pulsating through damp air.
That day came to an end.
And she had lost in me, her credence.

Demon of the fall, My Arms, Your Hearse, Opeth

Burn your gods and kill the king
Subjugate your suffering
Dead heart in a dead world.

Dead heart in a dead world, Dead Heart in a Dead World, Nevermore

Seven billion hungry ghosts
Just a parasite killing its host
The emperor wears no clothes, I see those brittle bones
But we’re buried by modern misery

Modern Misery, Holy Hell, Architects

It was always one for sorrow
Never one for love
Two souls set for departure
Before the nightfall

One for sorrow, One for Sorrow, Insomnium

Une prière lointaine que porte le vent du soir
Anime les feuilles dans leur danse alanguie.
C’est le chant des vieux arbres entonné pour toi,
Pour ces bois obscurs maintenant endormis.

Autre temps, Les Voyages de l’Âme, Alcest

I’ve waited for gods to take me and save me in time,
But now I know this picture we hold of the holy was all in our minds.
Why should we worship those divine, the ones on the other side?
They’ll be just as fragile and helpless as us when we drown.

Strength in stone, Stray Fire, Opus of a Machine

La apus coboară jar mocnit din cer
Îmi inundă ochii cu rugini de fier,
Aprigă ninsoare de scânteie vii,
Caldă dezmierdare peste aripi gri.

La Apus, Nestrămutat, Bucovina

You exist
And you’re a friend of mine
You’re alive
It’s not the end of the line

Phoenix, Polaris, Tesseract