Tuesday, March 16, 2010

My first poem

Looks like they are coming up, one after the other...

This is my very first poem I wrote way back when I was living in Vienna for a while, exactly these days of the year, middle of March. On a Sunday morning, around 7, I woke up to the notion of having the first words of a poem in my mind.

Opened my eyes quickly, got paper and pencil and finished it. And strange enough, but a bit later I was also thinking about a melody for it, still didn't do anything with it. Just these days now I scraped it out from my back drawers and started to work it out.

Even more strange that that time, I didn't even have a clue of who was the person I was writing it to...

I'LL BE YOU

Take my love and I'll be you,
Take my thought and I'll be you,
Take my eyes and I'll be you,

Take my lips and I'll be you,
Take my hand and I'll be you,
Take my body and I'll be you,

Take my hope and I'll be you,
Take my dreams and I'll be you,
Take my soul and I'll be you,

Take my goal and I'll be you,
Take my heart and I'll be you,
Take my life, forever YOU.

-- Andrea Gerak



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Sunday, March 14, 2010

A song is born

In the mood for poetry these days... After the previous one that I have posted, Why did you come to me, I was thinking about another one that I also wrote a couple of years ago, for another fantastic guy I had.

He was a musician, an extraordinarily gifted performer, a great soul and a very nice man. We would talk about all kind of stuff, he was also quite philosophical and spiritual, we had some wonderful time in his home studio, working on new songs, he would take his guitar and we'd sing together, shared a few moments even on stage when I did backing vocals for him, accompanied him to some of his gigs in great places - just a perfect life for two artists... But that time I was making Mistake #5 (from my series on How not to choose the right partner?, see previous postings), which definitely doesn't help a relationship... We still speak every now and then, after all those years that have passed by.

And I think I didn't show him this one:

A SONG IS BORN

It's not easy when you say
You can't be with me tonight,
And I can see your inner fight
To see that every word is right.

A song is born,
That's why you like to be alone.

Giving birth is hard sometimes,
See the teardrops in my eyes,
Though I wanted to be with you,
I let you go 'cause that's our life.

A song is born,
That's why you like to be alone.

I understand your reason why,
Then you kiss my lips so fine.
And you feel what I feel,
It's all of you what your eyes reveal.

A song is born.
-- Andrea Gerak

 While My Guitar Gently Weeps, by Paul J. S.
Photo: Paul J. S.

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Thursday, March 11, 2010

Why did you come to me?

In the article on How not to choose the right partner? Mistake #4 in my Survival Guide I mentioned a wonderful romance I have had, and that I have written a few poems to that man. I pointed here to see the poems, but now I just realized that I have only posted some of them on Facebook - so here is one.

WHY DID YOU COME TO ME?

Why did you come to me?
Why did you call me?
Why did you listen to me?
Why did you look at me?
Why did you talk to me?
Why did you play with me?
Why did you need me?
Why did you get me?

Why did you take me home?
Why did you let me go?
Why did you want me more?
Why did you make me want you more?
Why did you lift me up?
Why did you give me fun?
Why didn't you rush with that?
Why didn't you break my heart?

Why did you only make me smile?
Why did you never make me cry?
Why did you tell me sweet little lies?
Why did you come for me from 1000 miles?
Why did you say:"I wanna be with you"?
Why did you make me wanna be with you?
Why did you make me loose control?
Why did you make me craving for more?

Why did you kiss me so?
Why did you touch me so?
Why did you taste me so?
Why did you feel me so?
Why did you make me feel you so?
Why did you make me look at you so?
Why did you make me kiss you so?
Why did you make me hold you so?

Why did you see me beautiful?
Why did you say:"You're wonderful"?
Why did you make me dream of you?
Why did you make me sing for you?
Why did you take my power?
Why did you give me your power?
Why did you make me a woman?
Why did you give me you, great man?

Why did you inspire me?
Why did you admire me?
Why did you respect me?
Why did you teach me?
Why did you fancy me?
Why did you care for me?
Why did you conquer me?
Why did you free me?

You must have known I'd been missing you.
You must have known I'd been loving you.

-- Andrea Gerak

It was indeed as beautiful a story as these words tell, something you can see in the Pretty Woman type movies... We met at some of the most romantic places in Europe, like Andalucia, Vienna, Salzburg, Budapest...

Photo: from here

Unfortunately, it couldn't last forever, for our lives were way too different and couldn't match, but I wish for all my fellow women to have one such a wonderful man in their lives.

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Monday, March 08, 2010

Womens Day

<a href="http://andreagerak.bandcamp.com/track/gy-ngyvir-g-lily-of-the-valley">Gyöngyvirág (Lily Of The Valley) by Andrea Gerak</a>

Sending flowers for all my fellow girls, chicks, gals, sisters, women, ladies - did I miss anyone?



Here they are, look more stunning on black background and in larger size.

Have a wonderful one!

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