Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Dragobete


'Dragobete, the traditional lovers’ day in Romania, is celebrated on February 24, ten days after the Western European and American counterpart Valentine’s Day. The Dragobete traditional story goes that, clothed with holiday suits, young men and women meet in front of the church and go searching the woods and meadows for spring flowers. They sit around fire on the hills of the village and talk. At noon, the girls run to the village, each followed by one boy who had fallen for them. If the boy is fast and reaches the girl of his choice and if she likes him, she kisses him in front of everyone.  This tradition triggered the expression “Dragobete kisses the girls!” (Dragobetele saruta fetele). The kiss show the two lovers’ engagement, Dragobete being an opportunity to show the love in front of the community.
There are a number of Dragobete customs in rural areas, many of which are not kept by modern Romanians anymore. On this day, no animals are sacrificed because it would ruin the point of mating. In the old days, single women used to gather the last remnants of snow, called “the fairies’ snow”, and the water resulted from the melted snow was used throughout the year for various beauty treatments and love spells.
The tradition goes that men should not hurt women, nor argue with them, otherwise they will not do well the whole year. Youngsters believe that on this day they should be joyous and respect the holiday, so that they can be in love the whole year.'

sursa : romania-insider.com 
Vlad Condurache, vlad@romania-insider.com
Corina Saceanu, corina@romania-insider.com

Sunday, May 27, 2012

Wearing The Inside Out / LIFE for SALE




From morning to night I stayed out of sight, didn't recognize I'd become,


No more than alive I'd barely survive, in a word...overrun


Won't hear a sound from my mouth , I've spent too long on the inside out


My skin is cold to the human touch , this bleeding heart's not beating much....


I murmured a vow of silence and now I don't even hear when I think aloud


Extinguished by light I turn on the night wear it's darkness with an empty smile


Look at him now he's paler somehow but he's coming round. He's starting to choke , it's been so long since he spoke , well he can have the words right from my mouth


And with these words I can see clear through the clouds that covered me


Just give it time then speak my name, now we can hear ourselves again


I'm holding out for the day when all the clouds have blown away


I'm with you now, can speak your name, Now we can hear ourselves again


He's curled into the corner but still the screen is flickering


He's curled into the corner
But still the screen is flickering
With an endless stream of garbage to
...curse the place
In a sea of random images
The self-destructing animal
Waiting for the waves to break

He's standing on the threshold
Caught in fiery anger
And hurled into the furnace hell
...curse the place
He's torn in all directions
And the screen is still flickering
Waiting for the flames to break

Wearing The Inside Out
by Pink Floyd
Album: The Division Bell - 1994
Content Owner: Sony Music Entertainment





Sunday, September 18, 2011

Collapse Into Now - Life for Sale


I don't mark my time with dates, holidays, faded wisdom, locked karma holders. Convenient.



I am made by my times, I am a creation of now, shaken with the cracks and crevices
I'm not giving up easy, I will not fold, I don't have much, but what I have is gold....



I saw your face...



I like you, love you, every coast of you.
I've seen your eddies and tides and hurricanes and cyclones.
Low ebb tide and high, full moon. Up close and distant.I read you.



Had enough to drink to make my own party, all my fellow writers in half costume, half asleep


Look, the sky, the sea, the ocean, the sun, the moon.
Breathing with you. Touch. Change. Shift. Allow air. Window open. Drift. Drift away. Into now.

 I want Whitman proud. Patti Lee proud. My brothers proud. My sisters proud.




I want me. I want it all. I want sensational. Irresistible.



 I sing in platinum, I dress in brass, I eat in zinc



This is my time and I am thrilled to be alive.



Living. Blessed. I understand.



Twentieth century: Collapse Into Now




I can be bad poet, street poet

A sun makes shadows
All over your face
As you sit
Naked and blue
Into me


Colapse into Now / BLUE/ lyrics / REM




 
 
Life for Sale/ photo experiment .
 
'Yellow circus left the stakes a broken ropes world's useless mug/The ties that bind, ha ha/I can be bad poet/Street poet/ Shit poet/Kind poet too/Subway/Almost 4AM/Halloween night/
Had enough to drink to make my own party
All my fellow writers in half costume, half asleep
Half silly, gone to seed
I don't mark my time with dates, holidays, faded wisdom, locked karma holders
Convenient
I am made by my times
I am a creation of now
Shaken with the cracks and crevices
I'm not giving up easy
I will not fold
I don't have much
But what I have is gold
I saw your face...
I sing in platinum
I dress in brass
I eat in zinc
Let it pass
Compare a toast
I like that
I understand courage
I still roll with the shout of a character I was married to today
I try to see outside myself
I understand the eyes
Excuse all the highs
Sorry
I am sorry
Ha ha
I like you, love you, every coast of you.
I've seen your eddies and tides and hurricanes and cyclones.
Low ebb tide and high, full moon.
Up close and distant.
I read you.
Look, the sky, the sea, the ocean, the sun, the moon.
Blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue blue, blue, blue, blue, blue.
Naked and blue.
Breathing with you. Touch. Change. Shift. Allow air. Window open. Drift. Drift away. Into now.
I want Whitman proud. Patti Lee proud. My brothers proud. My sisters proud. I want me. I want it all. I want sensational. Irresistible.
This is my time and I am thrilled to be alive.
Living. Blessed. I understand.
Twentieth century:
Collapse Into Now
A sun makes shadows
All over your face
As you sit
Naked and blue
Into me '
R E M



Monday, February 7, 2011

Hearts for Sale - Memories Series








































































David Gilmour /Wish you Were Here (live /unplugged )
Pink Floyd - Wish You were here Live 8 Concert

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.




Pink Floyd - Wish you were here






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