Alone With Everybody - Charles Bukowski

'the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.

there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.

nobody ever finds
the one.

the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill

nothing else
fills.'

Alone With Everybody - Charles Bukowski

Royal funeral for Romania's Queen Anne

Queen Anne of Romania 

 (Anne Antoinette Françoise Charlotte Zita Marguerite of Bourbon-Parma,

18 September 1923 – 1 August 2016

 was the wife of former king Michael I of Romania.

A royal funeral takes place in central Romania on Saturday.

Anne of Romania will be buried at Curtea de Arges. A day of mourning has been declared in both Romania and Moldova, and flags will fly at half-mast. She died in hospital in Switzerland on 1 August, aged 92. 

 Photograph: Andreea Alexandru/AP

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Queen_Anne_of_Romania

Lotusi in Parcul Circului

E stabilit faptul că cei mai mulți bucureșteni trăiesc acolo unde se nasc - în cartierul lor, adică. Mai ajung la vreun mall, mai au ocazia să muncească prin alt sector - dar ei, acolo-și duc viața: la ei în cartierul de baștină.

Bucureșteanul autentic habar n-are, de multe ori, cum să ajungă în Piața Romană; pe unde se intră în Gara de Nord; dacă Giuleștiul e lîngă Colentina sau Giurgiului…

Nu glumesc.

Uneori îmi vine să fac o listă - cu acele locuri pe care cineva trebuie să le vadă, dacă tot trăiește-n orașul ăsta. Dar n-am făcut-o niciodată.

Și, cu toate astea, sînt locuri unde-ar trebui s-ajungi; să vezi ce-i acolo. Să intri-n Ateneu, să te plimbi pe Calea Victoriei sau între Romană și Unirii. Să ajungi în Parcul Carol și - poate - să vezi străduțele-n pantă din-prejur. Să urci la Mitropolie, să vezi Gara, să bați Cotroceniul, să caști gura prin Obor, să intri-ntr-un talcioc, să vizitezi Cimitirul Bellu, să pășești într-un muzeu, să stai pe bancă-n Grădina Botanică, să călătorești cu tramvaiul…

Multe, multe-s de făcut în București.

Și mai știu una-n plus: să mergi să vezi nuferii din Parcul Circului. Să-i prinzi înfloriți și să te minunezi că așa ceva, atît de frumos, se poate găsi-n orașul ăsta.

Si inca nu v-am spus despre atractia parcului – in mijlocul sau se afla “Lacul cu izvoare naturale”, pe marginea caruia cresc superbii lotusi egipteni si o perdea inalta de stuf.

Desi pare greu de crezut, acesti lotusi pe care ii puteti admira oricand in Parcul Circului, au fost numiti "suflarea vietii" in inscriptiile egiptene, acum cateva mii de ani.
Pentru ca noaptea se inchid si coboara sub apa iar dimineata se inalta si infloresc din nou, lotusii au devenit un simbol viu al creatiei si soarelui, al renasterii. Folositi la festivitati si oferiti in dar ca semn de prietenie, lotusii erau considerati sacri, chiar Egiptul faraonic fiind asemanat cu o floare de lotus, tulpina fiind fluviul si floarea - delta./ metropotam

Temple Invisible - Kulturama

                                            

 „ It is enough that you enter the temple invisible " 

Khalil Gibran

"Everything From Above" [Lyrics]

See everything from above
Feel being made out of love
All that we are or seem
Is a dream within a dream

I am what I am
I am the life to sustain
All that we are or seem
Is a dream within a dream

Infinite has no direction
Being is only intention
All that we are or seem
Is a dream within a dream

Strangle my wishes to death
Offer my ego to Seth
All that we are or seem
Is a dream within a dream

Amused to death

'Doctor Doctor what is wrong with me
This supermarket life is getting long
What is the heart life of a colour TV
What is the shelf life of a teenage queen
Ooh western woman
Ooh western girl
News hound sniffs the air
When Jessica Hahn goes down
He latches on to that symbol of detachment
Attracted by the peeling away of feeling
The celebrity of the abused shell the belle
Ooh western woman
Ooh western girl
And the children of Melrose
Strut their stuff
Is absolute zero cold enough
And out in the valley warm and clean
The little ones sit by their TV screens
No thoughts to think
No tears to cry
All sucked dry
Down to the very last breath
Bartender what is wrong with me?
Why am I so out of breath?
The captain said excuse me ma'am
This species has amused itself to death
Amused itself to death
Amused itself to death
We watched the tragedy unfold
We did as we were told
We bought and sold
It was the greatest show on earth
But then it was over
We ohhed and aahed
We drove our racing cars
We ate our last few jars of caviar
And somewhere out there in the stars
A keen-eyed look-out
Spied a flickering light
Our last hurrah
Our last hurrah
And when they found our shadows
Grouped around the TV sets
They ran down every lead
They repeated every test
They checked out all the data on their lists
And then the alien anthropologists
Admitted they were still perplexed
But on eliminating every other reason
For our sad demise
They logged the explanation left
This species has amused itself to death
No tears to cry, no feelings left
This species has amused itself to death
(switch channels)

And that always sort of worried me. And having seen him, and his name in the register - as you know in the memorials there's a little safe, there's a register in there with every name - and seeing his name and his name on the memorial; it sort of lightened my...heart, if you like."
[woman:] "When was it that you saw his name on the memorial?"

[Alf:] "Ah, when I was eighty-seven, that would be the year, ninete...eighty-four, nineteen eighty-four."

Amused to Death is a concept album, and the third studio album by former Pink Floyd bassist/vocalist Roger Waters. It was released in 1992