Every Stranger's Eyes

[Waitress:] "You wanna cup of coffee?"
[Customers:] "Heh, Turn that fucking juke box down
You want to turn down that juke box....loud in here"
[Waitress:] "I'm sorry, would you like a cup of coffee?
Ok, you take cream and sugar? Sure."
In truck stops and hamburger joints
In Cadillac limousines
In the company of has-beens
And bent-backs
And sleeping forms on pavement steps
In libraries and railway stations
In books and banks
In the pages of history
In suicidal cavalry attacks
I recognise...
Myself in every stranger's eyes

And in wheelchairs by monuments
Under tube trains and commuter accidents
In council care and county courts
At Easter fairs and sea-side resorts
In drawing rooms and city morgues
In award winning photographs
Of life rafts on the China seas
In transit camps, under arc lamps
On unloading ramps
In faces blurred by rubber stamps
I recognise...
Myself in every stranger's eyes

And now, from where I stand
Upon this hill
I plundered from the pool
I look around
I search the skies
I shade my eyes
So nearly blind
And I see signs of half remembered days
I hear bells that chime in strange familiar ways
I recognise...
The hope you kindle in your eyes

It's oh so easy now
As we lie here in the dark
Nothing interferes, it's obvious
How to beat the tears
That threaten to snuff out
The spark of our love

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Hey you!

Hey You (Waters) 4:39

Hey you, out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old
Can you feel me?
Hey you, standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles
Can you feel me?
Hey you, dont help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight.

 

But it was only fantasy.
The wall was too high,
As you can see.
No matter how he tried,
He could not break free.
And the worms ate into his brain.

Hey you, standing in the road
always doing what you're told,
Can you help me?
Hey you, out there beyond the wall,
Breaking bottles in the hall,
Can you help me?
Hey you, don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall.

Bucharest lights

Bucharest lights

Nice Christmas market in the heart of the city.  Products ranging from traditional Romanian goods as typical food, costumes, blankets, traditional Christmas market goods as chestnuts, mulled wine to surprising things as hot beer and so on. What I liked most were the Christmas lights project onto the surrounding high, old buildings.

Bas-relief with heroes

Nichita Stãnescu (1933 - 1983)

The young soldiers have taken their seats in the window,
exactly as found, shot in their foreheads -
to be seen, they were seated in the shop window,
true to their ultimate gestures,
profiles, arms, knees, their ultimate gestures,
as when they were shot, unawares, in their foreheads
or between their shoulder blades with that flame
finer than a child's finger pointing to the moon.

Behind them the barracks was empty,
smelling of leggings, crushed butts, a closed window.
The iron handles continue to rattle
on the small wooden suitcases filling the barracks,
as the moon's iron handles continue to rattle
now, before being opened to search for old letters,
old photos of time.

The young soldiers remain, polished with wax,
their faces and arms, so that they shine,
polished with wax so that thay shine, polished with wax
and seated exactly as they were at the moment
life broke and death swallowed the moment.
They stay so, fixed and shining forever,
and we regard them as we would the moon
rising in the middle of the square.

For us, who are now the same age as they,
though they have stayed long years in the window,
for us who have caught them and are passing them by,
and have beating hearts, and memory,
fresh memory, exceedingly fresh,
the young soldiers have taken their seats in the window
and mimic themselves, each to the other,
as though they were living.

From the book "Bas-Relief with Heroes"
english translation by Thomas Carlson and Vasile Poenaru.

What If God Was One of Us

Remember: Not all people in this world received the same blessings that you have: opportunity, house, education and comfort. We must not forget that we don't live without a purpose and this purpose is to help one another.

'If God had a name, what would it be
And would you call it to His face
If you were faced with Him in all His glory
What would you ask if you had just one question
What if God was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make His way home
If God had a face, what would it look like
And would you want to see
If seeing meant that you would have to believe
In things like Heaven and in Jesus and the Saints
And all the Prophets and...
What if God was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Just tryin' to make his way home
Like a holy rolling stone
Back up to Heaven all alone
Just tryin' to make his way home
Nobody callin' on the phone
'Cept for the Pope maybe in Rome'

"One of Us" is a song written by Eric Bazilian (of The Hooters) and originally released by Joan Osborne. Released in March 1995 on the album Relish and produced by Rick Chertoff, it became a Top 40 hit in November of that year. The song is the theme song for the American television series Joan of Arcadia. The song was nominated for three Grammys and peaked at number four on the Billboard Hot 100, but Osborne was unable to repeat the success and is considered a one-hit wonder.

Prin Bucureștii lui Mircea Eliade – traseu-cultural pietonal

Traseul – cultural ARCEN se dorește a fi o alternativă pietonală a Capitalei, un traseu care valorifică patrimoniul construit și imaterial al Bucureștilor și care contribuie la salvarea memoriei orașului.

Traseul „Prin Bucureștii lui Mircea Eliade” cuprinde istoria și poveștile mahalalelor Negustori, Sfinților, Mântuleasa și Vergului, legătura acestor locuri cu Mircea Eliade – casa cu mansardă, Școala Mântuleasa, Foișorul de Foc, casa lui Mircea Vulcănescu – dar și istoria prezenței personajelor lui Mircea Eliade în acest spațiu „încărcat de semne magice”.

Traseul „Prin Bucureștii lui Mircea Eliade” se va desfășura, în perimetrul străzilor: Mântuleasa – Romulus – Popa Soare – Dimineții – Pictor Romano – Sf. Ștefan – Plantelor –Negustori – Dumitru Stăniloae – Calea Moșilor – Sfinților, având ca punct de pornire Biserica Mântuleasa (str. Mântuleasa, nr. 20) și punct final pe str. Radu Cristian.

sursa : http://viabucuresti.ro/prin-bucurestii-lui-mircea-eliade-traseu-cultural-pietonal/

Age Of Loneliness

Carly don't be sad
Life is crazy
Life is mad
Don't be afraid

Carly Don't be sad
That's your destiny
The only chance
Take it, take it in your hands

Songwriters: DUDLEY, ANNE/COLEMAN, JEREMY/CRETU, MICHAEL

Age Of Loneliness lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group