Have you seen this movie? If not, rent it, watch it and think about your life adventures, because, it is true what somebody said once: “Life is what happen to us, while we’re making other plans”
De n-ar fi fost de balada As fi-uitat de-a-mea ograda De-ar fi fost sa uit de doina As umbla fara de noima Iar de-as fi uitat de sarba M-as fi transformat in stanca
Dar asa ca n-am iutat, Dorul mi s-a alinat.
Despre port, si despre vatra De-mi mai amintesc vreodata Pe-oriunde de m-as gasi Tot c-acasa m-oi simti
Precum vantul care vine Mi-e amintirea de tine Precum masa indestulata Mi-e imaginea curata Iara cat despre mosie Ce nu am, n-a fost sa fie.
I could have been a sailor, could have been a cook
A real live lover, could have been a book.
I could have been a signpost, could have been a clock
As simple as a kettle, steady as a rock.
I could be
Here and now
I would be, I should be
But how?
I could have been
One of these things first
I could have been
One of these things first.
I could have been your pillar, could have been your door
I could have stayed beside you, could have stayed for more.
Could have been your statue, could have been your friend,
A whole long lifetime could have been the end.
I could be yours so true
I would be, I should be through and through
I could have been
One of these things first
I could have been
One of these things first.
I could have been a whistle, could have been a flute
A real live giver, could have been a boot.
I could have been a signpost, could have been a clock
As simple as a kettle, steady as a rock.
I could be even here
I would be, I should be so near
I could have been
One of these things first
I could have been
One of these things first.
This is what I say: “Gratitude is the expression of Love; It’s never to late to be grateful, it’s never to late to love and be loved; So always be grateful”
The scene sums up the plot af the movie: We discover that the proper treatment can cure years of debilitating but otherwise ineffective medication: There a proper treatment out there: Love and compassion, are a good start.
In addition: I don’t know about you, but I remember a box just like that one, from where I was a child, and my mother’s sleeve, when she was taking me to the clinic to treat a medium ear otitis.
Quote from Garden State: ~ You know, this necklace makes me think of this totally random memory of my mother. I was a little kid, and I was crying for whatever reason, and she was cradling me, rocking me back and forth, and I can just remember the silver balls floating around. And there was, like, snot running down my nose, right?. And she offered me her sleeve – and told me to blow my nose into it. And I can remember, even as a little kid, thinking to myself: This is love…this is love.~ )Scene in the bathtub, with Natalie Portman (Sam) Andrew’s girlfriend.)
Andrew Largeman (Zach Braff, Screenwriter, Director, Lead Character)
I enjoyed hearing again Nick Drake’s “One Of Those Things First while watching the movie “Garden State”. Filmed over 25 days in April and May 2003 and released on July 28, 2004. The main setting and primary shooting location was New Jersey. It was an official selection of the Sundance Film Festival. The film won Hollywood Breakthrough Director of the Year Award at the Hollywood Film Festival. “Garden State” was well-received. The film also spawned a soundtrack for which Braff, who picked the music himself, won a Grammy award. Even though about youth, the movie envelops a realistic and profound plot, modern for the analysis of family complicated relations, human suffering and coping with health, social, cultural and intimate thru the eyes of the young generation. There hopes, development, careers, opportunities are realistically depicted and supported by great actors: Zach Braff, Natalie Portman, Jean Smart, Peter Sargaard and Ian Holm.
One of the noblest compositions ever, that I enjoyed so many time in the Saint Joseph Cathedral in Bucharest, along with so many other beautiful classical pieces of music for organ orchestra, choir and soloists. Great music for great church services.
Danee Robinson is gifted with a pure, soprano angelic voice. She is an evolving presence in the world of classical music, and is getting more and more attention in the world of music, from an ever larger audience. How to describe in words her presence in the universe that’s larger than any imagination, the universe of music:
‘I am therefore I sing’
I feel her message throughout her musical career, in her album “Canto di Gioia” (Song of Joy) on stage, and in this beautiful interpretation of “Mandoline”, composed by Claude Debussy, in 1883, for piano and soloist on the poem of Paul Verlaine. A composition exuding youth, and its capacity of playfulness, freedom and happyness…Of love everlasting. Continue reading →
“The ponies run, the girls are young,
The odds are there to beat.
You win a while, and then it’s done –
Your little winning streak.
And summoned now to deal
With your invincible defeat,
You live your life as if it’s real,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.”
I don’t wanna talk About the things we’ve gone through Though it’s hurting me Now it’s history I’ve played all my cards And that’s what you’ve done too Nothing more to say No more ace to play
The winner takes it all The loser standing small Beside the victory That’s her destiny
I was in your arms Thinking I belonged there I figured it made sense Building me a fence Building me a home Thinking I’d be strong there But I was a fool Playing by the rules
The gods may throw a dice Their minds as cold as ice And someone way down here Loses someone dear The winner takes it all The loser has to fall It’s simple and it’s plain Why should I complain.
But tell me does she kiss Like I used to kiss you? Does it feel the same When she calls your name? Somewhere deep inside You must know I miss you But what can I say Rules must be obeyed
The judges will decide The likes of me abide Spectators of the show Always staying low The game is on again A lover or a friend A big thing or a small The winner takes it all
I don’t wanna talk If it makes you feel sad And I understand You’ve come to shake my hand I apologize If it makes you feel bad Seeing me so tense No self-confidence But you see The winner takes it all The winner takes it all…
Only Time, By Enya Who can say where the road goes, Where the day flows, only time? And who can say if your love grows, As your hearth chose, only time?
Who can say why your heart sights, As your live flies, only time? And who can say why your heart cries when your love lies, only time?
Who can say when the roads meet, That love might be ,in your heart? and who can say when the day sleeps, and the night keeps all your heart? Night keeps all your heart…..
Who can say if your love groves, As your heart chose, only time? And who can say where the road goes Where the day flows, only time?
It ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe It don’t matter, anyhow An’ it ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe If you don’t know by now When your rooster crows at the break of dawn Look out your window and I’ll be gone You’re the reason I’m trav’lin’ on Don’t think twice, it’s all right
It ain’t no use in turnin’ on your light, babe That light I never knowed An’ it ain’t no use in turnin’ on your light, babe I’m on the dark side of the road Still I wish there was somethin’ you would do or say To try and make me change my mind and stay We never did too much talkin’ anyway So don’t think twice, it’s all right
It ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal Like you never did before It ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal I can’t hear you anymore I’m a-thinkin’ and a-wond’rin’ all the way down the road I once loved a woman, a child I’m told I give her my heart but she wanted my soul But don’t think twice, it’s all right
I’m walkin’ down that long, lonesome road, babe Where I’m bound, I can’t tell But goodbye’s too good a word, gal So I’ll just say fare thee well I ain’t sayin’ you treated me unkind You could have done better but I don’t mind You just kinda wasted my precious time But don’t think twice, it’s all right
The greatest call of artistic creation is to build an environment for analysis, to bring one to think about the work of art. That in itself is a journey. It may take years, and many changes in ones opinion about deeper meaning and message. Take the case of Mona Lisa Portrait: People have contemplated for centuries the meaning of her smile. Among many other quests for truth I have been fascinated by the depth of the poem ” Don’t think twice” composed by Bob Dylan and interpreted by Bob Dylan, song that was meaningful to other well known singers, such as Johnny Cash. If one so chooses one may not give to much significance, enjoy the song, the challenge of the one man band, playing the guitar, voice, and the harmonica, (for which Bob created the hand free neck wire rack to hold his harmonica. But is the song just about a break-up of an half- lived, ever more demanding relationship between a man and a woman, or is there a much more fundamental circumstance of moving on and away from an unwinning position in life, singing, playing the harmonica, free to choose the direction and the place of your next breath, in confidence that you have what it takes to undertake such enterprise, to find a more suitable ground on which to build your life. One thing is sure: I find value in this composition, beyond eyes and ears meet and a good place to start in life when determined to succeed where others just survive. It is about the optimistic attitude one needs in life in order to be able to jump over the self-pity place where loss hold you and into to a spot suitable for a fresh start, ready to meet the consequences.
Therefore when I wake up early morning I tell myself that I will search for excellence, for truth, for meaning with every breath I take: Sometimes it helps to tell myself: “Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right…Everything will Turn Out fine”. So far it did work:
Je m’baladais sur l’avenue le coeur ouvert à l’inconnu J’avais envie de dire bonjour à n’importe qui N’importe qui et ce fut toi, je t’ai dit n’importe quoi Il suffisait de te parler, pour t’apprivoiser
Aux Champs-Elysées, aux Champs-Elysées Au soleil, sous la pluie, à midi ou à minuit Il y a tout ce que vous voulez aux Champs-Elysées
Tu m’as dit “J’ai rendez-vous dans un sous-sol avec des fous Qui vivent la guitare à la main, du soir au matin” Alors je t’ai accompagnée, on a chanté, on a dansé Et l’on n’a même pas pensé à s’embrasser
Hier soir deux inconnus et ce matin sur l’avenue Deux amoureux tout étourdis par la longue nuit Et de l’Étoile à la Concorde, un orchestre à mille cordes Tous les oiseaux du point du jour chantent l’amour
Et si tu n’existais pas Dis-moi pourquoi j’existerais Pour traîner dans un monde sans toi Sans espoir et sans regret Et si tu n’existais pas J’essaierais d’inventer l’amour Comme un peintre qui voit sous ses doigts Naître les couleurs du jour Et qui n’en revient pas
Et si tu n’existais pas Dis-moi pour qui j’existerais Des passantes endormies dans mes bras Que je n’aimerais jamais Et si tu n’existais pas Je ne serais qu’un point de plus Dans ce monde qui vient et qui va Je me sentirais perdu J’aurais besoin de toi
Et si tu n’existais pas Dis-moi comment j’existerais Je pourrais faire semblant d’être moi Mais je ne serais pas vrai Et si tu n’existais pas Je crois que je l’aurais trouvé Le secret de la vie, le pourquoi Simplement pour te créer Et pour te regarder
Et si tu n’existais pas Dis-moi pourquoi j’existerais Pour traîner dans un monde sans toi Sans espoir et sans regret Et si tu n’existais pas J’essaierais d’inventer l’amour Comme un peintre qui voit sous ses doigts Naître les couleurs du jour Et qui n’en revient pas
Je vous parle d’un temps Que les moins de vingt ans Ne peuvent pas connaître Montmartre en ce temps-là Accrochait ses lilas Jusque sous nos fenêtres Et si l’humble garni Qui nous servait de nid Ne payait pas de mine C’est là qu’on s’est connu Moi qui criais famine Et toi qui posais nue
La bohème, La bohème Ça voulait dire on est heureux La bohème, La bohème Nous ne mangions qu’un jour sur deux
Dans les cafés voisins Nous étions quelques-uns Qui attendions la gloire Et bien que miséreux Avec le ventre creux Nous ne cessions d’y croire Et quand quelques bistros Contre un bon repas chaud Nous prenaient une toile Nous recitions des vers Groupés autour du poêle En oubliant l’hiver
La bohème, La bohème Ça voulait dire tu es jolie La bohème, La bohème Et nous avions tous du génie
Souvent il m’arrivait Devant mon chevalet De passer des nuits blanches Retouchant le dessin De la ligne d’un sein Du galbe d’une hanche Et ce n’est qu’au matin Qu’on s’asseyait enfin Devant un café-crème Epuisés mais ravis Fallait-il que l’on s’aime Et qu’on aime la vie
La bohème, La bohème Ça voulait dire on a vingt ans La bohème, La bohème Et nous vivions de l’air du temps Quand au hasard des jours
Je m’en vais faire un tour A mon ancienne adresse Je ne reconnais plus Ni les murs, ni les rues Qui ont vu ma jeunesse En haut d’un escalier Je cherche l’atelier Don’t plus rien ne subsiste Dans son nouveau décor Montmartre semble triste Et les lilas sont morts
La bohème, La bohème On était jeunes, on était fous La bohème, La bohème Ça ne veut plus rien dire du tout.
Time goes by, even if we accept that or not, if we have or not a good time, or not such a good time at all. One thing that occurs with the passage of time is change: physical change in the real world, population explosion, demolition of neiborhoods with or without the consent of the populus, buldozing the forest into a manicured one, reducing of wetland spreads, and replacing buidings of resonant historic value with surreal structures, of no estetic value, just for the sake of experimenting with change. Most change is not good, and the longer you live, the more experience your intelect is exposed to, the more you undertand that simple concept” Je vous parle d’un temp que les mois de vingt ans ne peuvent pas connaître”: Why? Because only living gives you the prospective, with very rare accations this has been true from the begining of time, and it will continue to be so, as long as the rest of the time. Wisdom comes with age, and the young will find that out as they age, and that’s the reason for which the young is scared of being too introspective…They may discover that they too are aging .
Knowing how Bucharest was devastated first by the earthquake of 1977, and then by the demolitions of the Ceausescu regime in 1980-1989, I dedicate this song to the old streets of Bucharest, buldozed by the red bull.
Piety, Reverence, is what the mortals owe to their earthy parents, and to their divine one. When I looked upon the statue, from a 10 feet away, I couldn’t feel the life in it, and the death. When I approached to just few steps, I felt just life, both earthy, as well as afterlife: It looks alive, no matter from what angle of distance you look at it, it invites you to kneel and pray “Salve Regina”, for what you are there to pray for and you know that you find yourself in the presence of the Great beyond…the Divine, The Saint Peter’s cathedral, in “Piazza San Pietro, opening from “Via De La Conciliazione”. A place of unique significance in the World.
In those times, there was no barrier between La Pietà and the visitor in the Church.
Good-Bye to Privacy_ – PCWorld
Imagine that this Saturday you’ll decide to visit the Flee Market for people’s personal information: What would you buy? and Why?
imagine that by chance you recognize yours information, on a banner, at the next vendor’s booth, at a auction where some dubious characters raise the stake: At what value would YOU sell your vital information, and to whom and for what reason? When people are making money as people information dealers, don’t you think that something’s wrong? do somebody really have to sell one of your kidneys, lets say without your consent, to make it a crime?
Will Leonard Bernstein West Side Story ever go too old to amaze? I think not!
I don’t know how many of you remember the Young Peoples Concerts, introduced by Leonard Bernstein. Few of those moments among other cultural experiences was made available to us, in Romania: I remember taking control over the living room, each Saturday morning at 9:00 A.M. and requiring that all the my family members respect the program. I learned a lot about music by listening to this great composer and conductor.
N-a stii nimeni ca m-am dus,
Numa’ m-or vedea ca nu-s, Sus e cerul, larga-i lumea, Bine c-a-nfrunzit padurea.
Hai, hai, hai, haidi, hai, dihai, Pe sub flori ma leganai Hai, hai, hai, haidi, hai, dihai, Pe sub flori ma leganai.
Sus e cerul, larga-i lumea, N-a sti nimeni ca m-am dus,
Bine c-a-nfrunzit padurea Numai or vedea ca nu-s
Hai, hai, hai, haidi, hai, dihai, Pe sub flori ma leganai Hai, hai, hai, haidi, hai, dihai, Pe sub flori ma leganai.
Come, come, come on, come and come some more
Nobody will know I’m gone, Only that they see me not, High the sky, and large the world, Good thing the wood went green.
Come, come, come on, come and come some more, Under flowers sways my swing, come, come now, Come, come, come on, come and come some more, Under flowers sways my swing…come now.
Nobody will know I’m gone, Only that I’m not in sight, High the sky, and large the world, Good thing the wood went green.
Come, come, come on, come and come some more, Under flowers sways my swing, come, come now, Come, come, come on, come and come some more, Under flowers sways my swing…come now.
May be we did not learned from migratory birds salmon rocks wind water… Truth be told: All turns into itself full sphere We’re part of it, we’re life we move in forms ourselves an ever so much smaller place but furthering horizon Where is the womb? A place of no timely arrival
A place that live the way we thought it was… beginning in our dreams in our chained reliance only in space but in time never
Π equals 3 and infinity almost there always infinity… We need the rest of IT that most meaningless of points
And today was already summer, with beach goers and surfers, and a very low tide today too at the ocean.
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