Noaptea Cărților Deschise

Pe 23 aprilie, în lumea întreagă s-a sărbătorit Ziua Mondială a Cărții. În România, Editura Litera a organizat  cea mai importantă campanie dedicată sărbătorii lecturii, Noaptea Cărților Deschise.

Acesta este prilejul nostru din fiecare an de a ne întâlni cu voi, iubitorii de carte, într-un cadru prietenesc, pentru a marca simbolic un eveniment dedicat uneia dintre celei mai importante invenții ale omenirii, CARTEA.
Alături de voi, am făcut din acest eveniment un adevărat manifest pro-cultură ale cărui ecouri au depășit granițele țării. Este o realizare importantă pentru România, țară pe care statisticile europene o plasează la coada listei la capitolul obișnuințelor de lectură.

Sfântul Gheorghe -Saint George

Saint George , according to legend, was a soldier in the Roman army who later became venerated as a Christian martyr. His parents were Christians of Greek background;his father Gerontius was a Roman army official from Cappadocia and his mother Polychronia was a Christian from Lydda in the Roman province of Syria Palaestina (Palestine). Accounts differ regarding whether George was born in Cappadocia or Syria Palaestina, but agree that he was raised at least partly in Lydda. Saint George became an officer in the Roman army in the Guard of Diocletian, who ordered his death for failing to recant his Christian faith.

Pachelbel - Canon in D

Golful cu lebede, Eforie Sud

A flock of swans was housed in a bay of the Black Sea, Eforie Sud (Romania ). They quickly found admirers: locals who come to feed them and take pictures with them.

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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