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    Jason Manson

    ... last drops of rain falling down to become an ocean of tears.

    Kilka słów na wstępie...

    "Every thing I ever knew" , "Hart broken" i "The night has come". Trzy teksty które wyszły z pod mej ręki ostatnimi czasy. Nie będę tłumaczył o czym są wyżej wymienione utwory, ani co miałem na myśli pisząc je. Interpretację pozostawiam Tobie drogi czytelniku.

    Język jest dość prosty, chociaż obcy. Podczas pisania tych trzech utworów doszedłem do wniosku że barwniej wyrażę to co chciałem używając języka angielskiego. Poprostu jego ekspresyjność nadaje tekstom jakby pewnego rodzaju wzniosłości... Tajemniczości...

    Co do mojej osoby, tego co robię... Niech to pozostanie tajemnicą dla ogółu. Aczkolwiek jeśli chcesz dowiedzieć się czegoś o mnie, czy poprostu wymienić poglądy, czy też opinie na tematy niekoniecznie związane z mą "twórczością" napisz do mnie ( jayson@go2.pl ). Także jeśli masz jakieś pytania odnośnie tego co za chwile przeczytasz nie wahaj się napisać...

    Pozostaje mi życzyć Ci miłej lektury...

    Mam nadzieję że zasmucisz się, rozchmurzysz i odnajdziesz swą drogę życiową kimkolwiek jesteś...

    Jason Manson


    Every thing I ever knew

    Is what I am now.
    What I have become.
    What I have lost.
    What I have gained.
    Covered in blue sheets of passion.
    Buried in black suit of death.
    Cached the star in my hands
    Carried it to you, to show you my love.
    The passion splits my soul apart.
    The love I carried burned a hole in my hart.
    But its ok, cos I know our love is everlasting.
    Your feeling to me can heal my aching hart soul.
    Together we can gain above any god.
    Our love is our religion.
    Our passion is our church.
    Now when I know that this is the end of my long walk thru this world
    I'm feeling that all my love to you was the only thing that kept me going.
    I will wait for you.
    In death and in your endless journey...
    The star that you keep inside of your hart will always shine.
    This sonnet will never fall in to silent romance.
    Even though I will be gone
    I will be beside you forever.
    Never to stay silent.
    Will always pray.
    Will always love.
    Never to leave you.
    Never to die without the last kiss.
    Forever for you.
    Forever for our love.
    Last words were spoken.
    Last kiss made our harts melt.
    I'm walking towards the night.
    Leaving you behind, but still staying with you...
    ... forever.

    Jason Manson
    <maj 2000>


    Hart broken.

    Angels cry over my lost love.
    A stranger to my lover.
    Secretly worshipping her.
    Remembering all the moments we spent together.
    Rain falls on my aching hart.
    It brings me to sleep.
    My secret lover, my secret pain.
    Meeting you was my biggest mistake.
    Left in pain of my broken hart.
    Needing your love.
    Without it I will die.
          My future depends from you.
          You are my life giving goddess.
          I can not live without you.
    Your empty words are all that can bring me up.
    Your silence is what brining me down.
    Your passion and sweet, sweet voice are my life powers.
    My love, hart, soul, body and mind.
    Those are my gifts to you.
    My sweet Heroine.
    My goddess and life gardien and angel.

    Jason Manson


    The night has come.

    Her children the stars shine above our heads.
    We walk towards the void. It's dark and cold.
    The goddess of the dark, that we know as night laugh's.
    Her destructive powers - her cruelty is what we're afraid of.
    Another warrior of the sun falls down to the ground.
    Bodies are laying everywhere.
    We keep on going in our destructive battle in the name of the sun.
    Enchanted forests, magic oceans are the things that some of us will never see again.
    Our lacks of faith, our weaknesses are those things that will doom us.
    Over the trees of the enchanted forest a bright light blinds us.
    The sky is getting brighter. It's our goddess - the sun.

    Morning comes.
    For those who stayed alive truly a relief.
    Bright warm day has came.
    We bury the bodies of those who had died in the battle for the day.
    It's hot. We can't take the power of our god. Every thing starts to burn.
    Soon we will turn to ashes that will be blown away by the cold wind of the dark night.

    No it's the end.
    Over our head's three gods made a deal.
    Day, Night and Death are laughing over our burned out bodies.
    Our gods, our hopes and secret destroyers.

    Jason Manson
    <2000>

    Jason Manson
    e-mail: jayson@go2.pl



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