{"id":4214,"date":"2018-09-06T10:49:18","date_gmt":"2018-09-06T07:49:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.plamensivov.com\/?p=4214"},"modified":"2018-09-06T10:53:17","modified_gmt":"2018-09-06T07:53:17","slug":"stranger","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.plamensivov.com\/?p=4214","title":{"rendered":"Stranger"},"content":{"rendered":"

Music: Plamen Sivov<\/strong>
\nLyrics: Diana Stefanova<\/strong><\/p>\n

There\u2019s a stranger I met in the street,
\non a day of a mellow September
\nin a town dreaming mountains of blue.
\nThere were so many words, walking like people, flying like birds \u2013
\nbut they didn\u2019t remember my name.<\/p>\n

Cut me open like paper
\ndrifts of grey morning silence,
\nslowly hurtful awakeness through the sheets of the bed.
\nWith a song lying sleeping curled up inside it.<\/p>\n

There were figs on the table of someone\u2019s October,
\nand the roads and the landscapes of solitude spread
\nall the way to the stones, all the way to the heart
\nof the world spinning by like a dime in the dark,
\nflashing signals of anguishing red.<\/p>\n

But these moments, they hold up a mirror
\nto see you, to examine the hole in your heart
\nin the shape of a stranger
\nwho\u2019s always been here, the familiar features of someone you knew \u2013
\nand it shines, and it shimmers, haunting your dreams \u2013
\nthe ghost of the truth\u2026<\/p>\n

But the moments are diamonds held up to the light.
\nCan you feel the untouchable, delicate violence
\nthat connects and devours our bodies tonight?
\nWe are feared and hated, desired, and blamed.
\nAnd the roads and the landscapes of solitude spread
\nall the way to the stones, all the way to the heart
\nof the world spinning by like a dime in the dark,
\nflashing signals of anguishing red.<\/p>\n