Thursday, February 12, 2015

Dan Puric


"Visul meu este ca toti oamenii sa viseze. Romanul a uitat sa viseze, stie numai sa se conduca dupa reguli. Daca incetam sa visam, si aici ma refer la vis ca posibilitate, suntem distrusi." 
Dan Puric 



Saturday, February 7, 2015

Hearts for Sale












"Stairway to Heaven" is a song by the English rock band Led Zeppelin. It was composed by guitarist Jimmy Page and vocalist Robert Plant for the band's fourth unnamed studio album, (see Led Zeppelin IV (1971)). The song was voted #3 in 2000 by VH1 on their list of the 100 Greatest Rock Songs.[1] It was the most requested song on FM radio stations in the United States in the 1970s, despite never having been released as a single there.[2] In November 2007, through download sales promoting Led Zeppelin's Mothership release, "Stairway to Heaven" hit #37 on the UK Singles Chart

Monday, February 2, 2015

The Horse God Built

“For anybody who loves horses, and for all of those who are thrilled by horse racing and the behind-the-scenes drama of the track, The Horse That God Built is must reading."
--Michael Korda, author of Horse People

Secretariat A Moment of Eternity 

Secretariat tribute - The Chronicle of the Horse














Most of us know the legend of Secretariat, the tall, handsome chestnut racehorse whose string of honors runs long and rich: the only two-year-old ever to win Horse of the Year, in 1972; winner in 1973 of the Triple Crown, his times in all three races still unsurpassed; featured on the cover of Time, Newsweek, and Sports Illustrated; the only horse listed on ESPN’s top fifty athletes of the twentieth century (ahead of Mickey Mantle). His final race at Toronto’s Woodbine Racetrack is a touchstone memory for horse lovers everywhere. Yet while Secretariat will be remembered forever, one man, Eddie “Shorty” Sweat, who was pivotal to the great horse’s success, has been all but forgotten---until now.

In The Horse God Built, bestselling equestrian writer Lawrence Scanlan has written a tribute to an exceptional man that is also a backroads journey to a corner of the racing world rarely visited. As a young black man growing up in South Carolina, Eddie Sweat struggled at several occupations before settling on the job he was born for---groom to North America’s finest racehorses. As Secretariat’s groom, loyal friend, and protector, Eddie understood the horse far better than anyone else. A wildly generous man who could read a horse with his eyes, he shared in little of the financial success or glamour of Secretariat’s wins on the track, but won the heart of Big Red with his soft words and relentless devotion.

In Scanlan’s rich narrative, we get a groom’s-eye view of the racing world and the vantage of a man who spent every possible moment with the horse he loved, yet who often basked in the horse’s glory from the sidelines. More than anything else, The Horse God Built is a moving portrait of the powerful bond between human and horse.
Secretariat (March 30, 1970 – October 4, 1989) was an American Thoroughbred racehorse that in 1973 became the first U.S. Triple Crown winner in 25 years. He set race records in all three events in the series – the Kentucky Derby (1:59 2/5), the Preakness Stakes (1:53), and the Belmont Stakes (2:24) – records that still stand today
( wiki )







Friday, January 30, 2015

Pink Floyd-The Gunner's Dream




'Floating down through the clouds
Memories come rushing up to meet me now.
But in the space between the heavens
and the corner of some foreign field
I had a dream.
I had a dream.
Good-bye macs,
Good-bye Ma.
After the service when you're walking slowly to the car
And the silver in her hair shines in the cold November air
You hear the tolling bell
And touch the silk in your lapel
And as the tear drops rise to meet the comfort of the band
You take her frail hand
And hold on to the dream.
A place to stay
"Oi! A real one ..."
Enough to eat
Somewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the street
Where you can speak out loud
About your doubts and fears
And what's more no-one ever disappears
You never hear their standard issue kicking in your door.
You can relax on both sides of the tracks
And maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control
And everyone has recourse to the law
And no-one kills the children anymore.
And no one kills the children anymore.

Night after night
Going round and round my brain
His dream is driving me insane.
In the corner of some foreign field
The gunner sleeps tonight.
What's done is done.
We cannot just write off his final scene.
Take heed of the dream.
Take heed.'

The Final Cut (occasionally subtitled The Final Cut: A Requiem For The Post-War Dream by Roger Waters) is the twelfth studio album by English progressive rock group Pink Floyd. It was released on 21 March 1983 by Harvest Records in the United Kingdom, and several weeks later by Columbia Records in the United States. A concept album, The Final Cut is the last of the band's studio releases to include founding member and long-time lyricist Roger Waters. It is the only Pink Floyd album on which Waters alone is credited for the writing and composition of every song. Most of the lyrics are sung by Waters; lead guitarist David Gilmour provides vocals on only one of the album's tracks.
 

Friday, January 23, 2015

Fly On - Coldplay














Flock of birds
Hovering above
Just a flock of birds
That's how you think of love
 
And I always look up to the sky
Pray before the dawn
Cause they fly always
Sometimes they arrive
Sometimes they are gone
Fly on
 
Flock of birds
Hovering above
Into smoke I'm turned and rise, following them up
Still I always look up to the sky
Pray before the dawn
Cause they fly away
One minute they arrive
Next you know they're gone
Fly on

Fly on, ride through
Maybe one day I'll fly next to you
Fly on, ride through
Maybe one day I can fly with you
Fly on
 
Writer(s): Christopher Anthony John Martin, Guy Rupert Berryman, William Champion, Jonathan Mark Buckland

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Mgb Ltd.
COLDPLAY lyrics are property and copyright of their owners.
"O" lyrics provided for educational purposes and personal use only. 

Thursday, January 22, 2015

Justin CAPRĂ 1933- 2015




Justin Capră, mintea care ar fi putut schimba România 

Am avut naivitatea, mi-am închipuit că învăţând voi fi mai liber şi mai fericit. Doamne, ce deziluzie am avut atunci când mi-am dat seama că prin învăţătură ne mărim aria întrebărilor, ne mărim exponenţial aria de necunoaştere. Şi, în fond, ce să cunoaştem, de vreme ce definiţiile nu ne apropie de esenţe, de vreme ce adevăr egal subiectiv?
Academicul ne îndepărtează de natură, acesta este diferenţial, centrifug, nu dă răspunsul la întrebări. Pretinsele sale răspunsuri nu rezolvă problema cunoaşterii. Simt un gol sprijinindu-mă pe adevărul ştiinţific oficial. Nu mai vreau clasicul în abordarea căilor de studiu. Vreau altceva! N-am întâlnit adevărul absolut, n-am întâlnit decât raportabilităţi, conjuncturi, relativitate.
Adevărul în care cred este unul singur: adevărul Divin.
Spiritul, în schimb, nu intră în crize, spiritualistul nu disecă multidimensionalitatea Divină, o ia ca postulat, ştiinţa spirituală este de aceea interferenţială, centripetă şi nu dă reacţii secundare.
Există totuşi o cale şi anume: evoluţie în plan spiritual, în plan creştin, pentru că iubirea, stima, toleranţa rezolvă toate problemele.
Să zicem că fericirea este, la urma urmei, un fel de nesimţire, este un alt fel de a vedea lucrurile. Eu, de exemplu, sunt fericit atunci când sunt obosit fizic şi când văd rezultatul muncii mele.
Sunt un hobist, un tip dificil, o dualitate psihică, sunt ăla care vede alfel. Pentru acest motiv am fost persiflat, invectivat şi chiar agresat fizic, şi de ce? Pentru că merg pe alt drum, nu pe cel obişnuit. Deranjez nişte somnolenţe, nişte tipare. Lumea nu are nevoie de oameni care nu cred în definiţii, care nu cred în academii şi nici în premianţi oficiali.
Când ţin o conferinţă sau un curs văd discipolii mei plecând mai îngânduraţi. Am acest defect, această particularitate, pun lumea pe gânduri. Mulţumesc lui Dumnezeu că am ajuns la vârsta la care îmi dau seama că nu trebuie să critic, înţeleg faptul că există o programare din afara noastră, în alt raport spaţiu – timp. (Care spaţiu, care timp? alte relativităţi?)
Nu-mi permit să critic istoria, de vreme ce aceasta este conjuncturală. Mai întâi că nu cunosc noţiunea de bine şi de rău. Dar nici nu îl înţeleg pe filosoful Kant atunci când afirmă că dânsul îşi este propriul lui stăpân! Cum poate un om fi stăpân pe el într-o lume înlănţuită?
Prefer înţelepciunea vârstei, observ că geneticul poate fi optimizat, cromozomii având permeabilitate spirituală.
Eu nu sunt în măsură să ofer soluţii, nu mă pricep, soluţii vă poate da natura, în măsura înţelegerii noastre. Eu nu cred în politicieni, vorbăreţi, colesterolizaţi, cu ţinută opulentă şi ostentativă.
Nu mai cred în imagini, nu cred în virtual. Eu cred în pădure, în apă, în aer, în filosofia ţăranului bătrân, pardon, nu în ţăranul de lângă metropolă.
Cred în adevărul Divin, în legătura Divinului cu omul prin intermediul monarhului şi al sacerdotului. Nici pe filosoful Platon nu-l înţeleg atunci când şi-a declarat repubica ce-i poartă numele, de vreme ce l-a şcolit pe Aristotel în spirit monarhic. Cred într-un reprezentant de tip confucian, într-o verticalitate, într-un caracter.
Calea pe care am ales-o este emigrarea în pădure, unde nu aud expresii vulgare, unde nu aud manele şi nu văd imagini de reclamă şi nici telenovele.Vreau să înlocuiesc radioul cu muzica sa agresivă, cu muzica ciripitului păsărelelor, cu sunetul apei şi foşnetul frunzelor.
Refuz artificialul, nu mai vreau beţivi şi fumători, vreau oameni adevăraţi sau fără oameni.
Vreau să fiu mic pentru a mă bucura de adevărul Divin.
Justin CAPRĂ

Romanian inventor Justin Capra died Monday evening, at the age of 82, at the Ploiesti Emergency Hospital, where he had been admitted the day before.  

Engineer and inventor Justin Capra seen here in May 2014 at his home in Filipestii de Padure — Prahova County
Born on February 22, 1933 at Magureni — Prahova County, professor, engineer, inventor — and not in the last place — philosopher Virgilius Justin Capra raised to fame as maybe the most prolific contemporary Romanian inventor, with many of his brain children standing under the umbrella of the generic idea of individually tailored portability: the jet backpack (he built the first version in 1956); the foldable electric tricycle Troty; the Oblio 3C electric powered mini automobile — a hybrid between a scooter and a car; Soleta — counting among the smallest cars in the world (with a fuel consumption of just 0.5l/100 km); the two-wheel jet engine powered car Virgilius (that consumed 1 l/100 km), and a host of other mainly 'green' inventions, 130 in all — according to his own statements, of which 72 extremely economical automobile prototypes, 7 flying devices and 15 unconventional engines.

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