Death of Raymond Visan - Buddha Bar - RIP

RIP

In memory of Raymond Visan - Buddha Bar

Almost unknown in Romania, but very popular in the world, especially in France, Raymond Visan died days ago in New York of a heart attack at age 60. Romanian-born millionaire, who was one of the fashionable world of Paris, is the man who invented the concept of Buddha Bar, compilations of music, plus other ideas, being known and appreciated in the whole world.

Buddha Bar announced its intention to enter the Romanian market by offering the right of franchise of Buddha Bar Spa. Plans were laid for the opening for Romania this year.

Moartea lui Raymond Visan

Here you can read the story  - Raymond Visan who invented Buddha Bar and his plans aimed at developing its business in a country home:
Raymond Visan


Al-pha X - Best of Buddha Bar extras vol.8
 

Fields and Colors - Romanian Landscapes

Sun Flower - Summer Series

4th of July - Independence Day

.........
We're all living in America,
Amerika, Amerika.
When I'm dancing,
I want to lead,
even if you all are spinning alone,
let's exercise a little control.
I'll show you how it's done right.
We form a nice round (circle),
freedom is playing on all the fiddles,
music is coming out of the White House,
and near Paris stands Mickey Mouse.

We're all living in America...
......
I know steps that are very useful,
and I'll protect you from missteps,
and anyone who doesn't want
to dance in the end,
just doesn't know that he has to dance!
We form a nice round (circle)
I'll show you the right direction,
to Africa goes Santa Claus,
and near Paris stands Mickey Mouse.
.......

We're all living in America,
Coca-Cola, sometimes WAR,
We're all living in America,
Amerika, Amerika.
.......

This is not a love song,
this is not a love song.

Dust in the Wind

Spring Colors

Hristos a Inviat!

Saturday- Easter Feelings

Hand made - Easter Painted Eggs

I am not what I might be,

I am not what I ought to be,

I am not what I wish to be,

I am not even what I hope to be...

But I thank God

I am not what I was!

John Newton

Friday- Easter Feelings

Spring Thoughts - Spring Series

Morning light

I feel the sun

.... and just how fragile my world is...

spring alone...

COOLPHOTOBLOGS

La, la, la, la, oh…

La, la, la, la, oh…

Loneliness - Winter Again

Dirty snow and grey skies,

bare-limbed trees and drizzling rain...

but the spring birds sing
credit: Charles de Lint

World’s End - Pablo Neruda

It is our heavy epoch,

the age of iron paws,

the bloody and circular century,

and we must recognize

the wheels of the Apocalypse.

….............................................

After all, they did not serve us,

the fragile human towers,

everything was soft and breakable,

any painting may be riddled with holes,

a sonata does not defend us,

the books burn and pass on.

(Death of a Journalist)
World’s End - Pablo Neruda

The Sea & The Dream

9 am/ Sunday/ February 28

So you dream.
Untouched by the grounding consciousness.
A vast road stretches forth, merging into infinity.
You take a few tentative steps, and take off—towards the sky, scaling a new horizon.
"I have been dreaming of flying for so many years now,"
"It's amazing, this freedom."
Would a fish dream of running?
Would an eagle dream of swimming?
"Why should human beings dream of flying?"
"It could be a latent potential. There is so much that we don't understand."
................
But it all unfolds. A vision here, a glimpse there.
The ocean of love waiting to flow over.
The pain, the anger.
The joy, the ecstasy. The subtle footsteps of dreams sound in the corridors of mind like a half-forgotten echo—a sadness akin to joy in its intensity.

The Art of Dreaming - The Sea

8.30 am/ Sunday/ February 28

All life began in the dream sea. And we've been trying to get back there ever since...

Have you heard the sound of silence?

Or grasped a gossamer vision even as it dispersed in the air?

Dreams are like that.

They come to you like torrents of light in the untouched void of your mind and take you unawares.

You float on the wings of bliss—carefree, buoyant.

It draws you, pulls you with a force that is at once awesome and tender, to the core of your reality.

You know it's near, so near that you can reach out and touch it.

But the spell breaks.

You wake and, like a stranger to yourself, wait for the day when you will return and claim your soul.

Sun Power Haiku

Wake, and bless the sun

Source of light,

energy,

hope

There is much to worship...

Breaking through...

a single ray of sunshine,

warmth on my face

a temple’s eternal light

eternal blessings...

no one can stop me shine