Sunday, March 18, 2012

Hagiesti - Marghiloman Mansion - Seasons

There's house on my block that's abandoned and cold

Folks moved out of it a long time ago 

Looks like it's haunted with the windows all cracked 

And everyone call it  'the house where nobody lives' 

Once it held laughter once it held dreams 

Did they throw it away did they know what it means 

Did someone's heart break or did someone do somebody wrong? 

Well the paint was all cracked it was peeled off of the wood 

Papers were stacked on the porch where I stood 

And the weeds had grown up just as high as the door 

There were birds in the chimney and an old chest of drawers 

Looks like no one will ever come back to the house were nobody lives 

Once it held laughter, once it held dreams 

Did they throw it away did they know what it means 

Did someone's heart break,  or did someone do someone wrong? 

So if you find someone someone to have, someone to hold 

Don't trade it for silver don't trade it for gold

I have all of life's treasures and they are fine and they are good
They remind me that houses are just made of wood
What makes a house grand ain't the roof or the doors
If there's love in a house it's a palace for sure
Without ain't nothin but a house
A house where nobody lives ,without love it ain't nothin
But a house, a house where nobody lives. 
(House Where Nobody Lives Lyrics)

O restaurare care nu se mai termina
Conacul de la Hagiesti a fost construit de familia Marghiloman intre 1869-1874. Cele trei niveluri plus pivnita prezinta 7 camere la parter,  10 incaperi la etaj, un hol central si 2 terase laterale. Constructia inglobeaza portiuni din zidaria unui ansamblu boieresc de la sfarsitul secolului al XVII-lea. Cladirea este tipica pentru arhitectura resedintelor boieresti din secolul XIX. A fost proprietatea lui Alexandru Marghiloman (1854-1925), om politic roman, deputat, senator in Parlamentul Romaniei, ministru in mai multe departamente. Din functia de Prim Ministru, in perioada martie-octombrie 1918, a semnat pacea separata cu Germania din 5 martie 1918.(about ro)

Friday, March 16, 2012

My wish

I hope that the days come easy and the moments pass slow,

And each road leads you where you want to go,
And if you're faced with a choice, and you have to choose,
I hope you choose the one that means the most to you.
And if one door opens to another door closed,
I hope you keep on walkin' till you find the window,
If it's cold outside, show the world the warmth of your smile,

I hope you never look back, but ya never forget,
All the ones who love you, in the place you left,
I hope you always forgive, and you never regret,
And you help somebody every chance you get,
Oh, you find God's grace, in every mistake,
And you always give more than you take.

But more than anything, yeah, and more than anything,
My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,
Your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small,
You never need to carry more than you can hold,
And while you're out there getting where you're getting to,
I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,
Yeah, this, is my wish.

This is my wish
I hope you know somebody loves you
May all your dreams stay big

my wish

Thursday, March 8, 2012

International Women's Day - 8 Martie

“With a chaste heart
With pure eyes I celebrate your beauty
Holding the leash of blood
So that it might leap out and trace your outline
Where you lie down in my Ode
As in a land of forests or in surf
In aromatic loam, or in sea music
Beautiful nude
Equally beautiful your feet
Arched by primeval tap of wind or sound
Your ears, small shells
Of the splendid American sea
Your breasts of level plentitude
Fulfilled by living light
Your flying eyelids of wheat
Revealing or enclosing
The two deep countries of your eyes
The line your shoulders have divided into pale regions
Loses itself and blends into the compact halves of an apple
Continues separating your beauty down into two columns of
Burnished gold
Fine alabaster
To sink into the two grapes of your feet
Where your twin symmetrical tree burns again and rises
Flowering fire
Open chandelier
A swelling fruit
Over the pact of sea and earth
From what materials
Did your body come together?
Swelling like baking bread to signal silvered hills
The cleavage of one petal
Sweet fruits of a deep velvet
Until alone remained
The fine and firm feminine form
It is not only light that falls over the world spreading inside your body
Yet suffocate itself
So much is clarity
Taking its leave of you
As if you were on fire within

The moon lives in the lining of your skin”

― Pablo Neruda
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