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Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Flowers Day in VILLAGE MUSEUM - FLORIILE in MUZEUL SATULUI

Macro Flowers-Saturday

' Flowers Day'- this holiday marks the end of the Easter fasting but also the revival of nature after winter.
It is considered to be the name day of all Romanians with names of flowers (Florina, Florin, Margareta, etc.)
On this day, people go the church to bless small branches from the willow tree and later put them on door and window sills to protect their home from ills and unpleasant event.
In terms of religion, 'Floriile' marks the entrance of Jesus in Jerusalem and on this day people are allowed and it is customary to eat fish. ( focus Romania )

Bliss - No One Built This Moment - The Hope

About Village Museum : Alex Radescu, Muzeul Satului, Kerucov

Monday, April 4, 2011

Life for Sale - Refugees

My dream for sale

My lonely city

My movies for sale

City story for sale

My friend

Sun place, between the thin lines marking sea and sand..

Sound for sale

Spring for sale

...So into the West, smiles on our faces, we'll go...

...nowhere to stay

We're refugees, walking away from the life we've known and loved...

smiling very peacefully

...in the summertime, though august people sneered...

We're refugees, carrying all we own in brown bags, tied up with string...

nothing to think

but we'll be happy on our own...

we began to notice that we could be free...

shadows coming alive in the golden sun...

So into the West, smiles on our faces, we'll go;

oh! yes, and our aplogies to those

who'll never really know the Way....

My heart, nothing to do nor say

N. was somewhere years ago and cold:

ice locked the people's hearts and made them old.

S. was birth to pleasant lands, but dry:

I walked the waters' depths and played my mind.

E. was dawn, coming alive in the golden sun:

the winds came gently, several

heads became one

in the summertime, though august people sneered...

we were at peace, and we cheered

We walked along, sometimes hand in hand,

between the thin lines marking sea and sand;

smiling very peacefully,

we began to notice that we could be free,

and we moved together to the West.

W. is where all days shall someday end;

where the colours turn from grey to gold,

and you can be with the friends.

And light flakes the golden clouds above:

West is Mike and Susie,

West is where I love.

There we shall spend the final days of our lives...

tell the same old stories: well, at least we tried.

So into the West, smiles on our faces, we'll go;

oh! yes, and our apologies to those

who'll never really know the Way....

We're refugees, walking away from the life we've known and loved...

nothing to do nor say, nowhere to stay; now we are alone.

We're refugees, carrying all we own in brown bags, tied up with string...

nothing to think, it doesn't mean a thing, but we'll be happy on our own.

West is Mike and Susie;

West is where I love,

West is refugees' home.

Van Der Graaf Generator - Refugees lyrics

Van der Graaf Generator - Refugees /
The Least We Can Do is Wave to Each Other (Feb 1970) ; Peter Hammill

"We're all awash in a sea of blood, and the least we can do is wave to each other" (John Minton)

rock simfonic anii '70