And lo our heavenly Father sighs...
A balmy breeze has touched earth's
face,
As if it wants to cool and calm
Our feverish, frantic pace.

And what's that lullaby I hear?
Ah! 'Tis the evening whippoorwill
Singing out in dulcet tones,
"O troubled heart be still."

And lest we waken in the night
With sorrows, doubts and countless fears,
A thousand stars shall keep their watch
'Til morning light appears.

Thank you, Lord, for gentle grace
That comforts us at eventide.
As we lie down to take our rest...
Reposed upon the Father's breast...
Assured tomorrow shall be blest...
Thy faithfulness abides.

O data cu ea se duc multe din amintirile copilariei mele, casa aceia vrajita unde ma ducea mama si mereu primeam ceva bun :), memoria si cultura ei nemarginita si veselia de care a dat mereu dovada, chiar si cand batranetea au imbolnavit-o. Pisicile ei (si Doamne! a avut multe) pe care le plimba cu presul prin casa :) si Michi, papagalul care intamplator i-a intrat pe blacon si era la fel de "zuz" ca ea. Vorbea in limbi straine si o fugarea pe Meghi (ultima dintre pisici, avea atunci cam 15 ani) prin casa...

Intre timp Michi a plecat la fel cum a venit, burand de pe balcon, Meghi a murit de batranete (19 ani) si de boala, si azi... si Lizica, "fetita de 5 ani", a plecat in vis, dupa mai mult de 60 de ani de viata. Maine o vor duce la Brasov, iar luni o inmormanteaza...

Pentru ea, singura melodie care ma mai calmeaza acum...

Lullaby

‘Tis a Hindi word

‘Tis shame that Pinoy leaders

Do champion it.

180 LOQUACIOUS

What are mouths for

Besides to fill our stomachs?

My nature dictates.

181 LORE

Infidelity

To countrymen born bastards

To breed just bastards.

182 LORIS

My Ceylon beauty

What use are your sapphire eyes

Blinded by Night’s ties?

183 LOST

IF only the world

Unaware; hunger, disease

Will cease to exist.

184 LOTUS-EATER

Daydreamers may find

The responsible cities

Devoid of pleasure.

185 LOUD

Forget refinement

A shaker moves to make a

Difference with noise.

186 LOUIS

Good Christian king

Saint and leader, two such roles

Far apart today.

187 LOVE

Holds to completion

Tugs with irrational pain

Lifts to a lightness.

188 LOW

Deprived depression

A devoid of affection

A fate of desertion.

189 LOYAL

Committed people

Will expect nothing less than

A cold devotion.

190 LUCIFER

How can you be light?

How can you be the morning

Of Hope or the Night?

191 LULLABY

Where do you hide, child?

Make magic take you to bed

Hermes beloved.

192 LUMINARY

Mother Charity

Sweetheart of Indian slums

Belle of Chastity.

193 LUSH

An environment

A sentimentality

Wealthy for healthy.

194 LUST

To soak in your sweat

A demon-possessed desire

Longing for your fire.

195 LYNCH

For lack of action

For when law puts out justice

Charles shows no mercy.

196 MADRIGAL

Love be dancing since

Solemn poetry come from

My medieval prince.

197 MAFFEI

Once upon a time

There was Earth who was alone

Heaven was her own.

198 MAFFIA

Oh vigilante

How far you have lost your way

What blood spilled today.

199 MAGDALEN

A Mary sinner

Now much like a Jennifer

But a penitent.

200 MAGIC

No explanation

Artists manipulation

I am you, Woman.

201 MAGNIFICAT

Fight the obstacle

Don’t wait for a miracle

Listen to the Gospel.

202 MAGNILOQUENT

Their education

Only produced a haven

Of liars in suits.

203 MAHDI

Did you not hear screams?

Towers burning innocence

Your Inspiration.

204 MAID

Virtuous of old

Reduced to servitude

Domesticity.

205 MALADROIT

Believe it to be

An uncontrollable vice

Who said I was nice?

206 MALE

A brilliant hardness

To such a depth that unmasks

Rare fragility.

207 MANDELA

The world awakens

Black, white, Asian, and colored

Freedom to unite.

208 MANLEY

Courage be proper

Impress unison upon

Slaves of yesterday.

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시험을 보던 어린 때의 나처럼, 오랜만에 라디오에서 흘러나오듯, 토이의 '혼자있는 시간'과 함께, 다시 홀릭되버린 포장된 맛없는 커피와 책을 무릎위에 올려놓고, 읽어내려가는 이 시간.

잘 있는 거니, 거긴 아직 안 덥겠지, 라는 매일의 의미없는 안부 문자도 이젠 지겹겠지. 다시 살아서 돌아온다고 해도, 이 다짐처럼 다시 잘 해줄수는 없겠지만, 조금씩 잊어가지 않을려고 했는데.. 방학을 해버렸어. 살아있다면 자랑하고 싶어져버린 아름다운 사람과 바닷가에 여행을 가게됬어. 이번 여행엔 쓸쓸한 바다가 아닌, 그런 여행이길 바래. 

아름다운 선율, 아름다운 그림을 그릴 만한 재주는 못가진 내 손이지만. 후회하지 않고 사랑할 수 있었다고.. '지금'을 아름답게 추억하고 싶어서.

Ieri a fost concert Oliver la Fabrica... Insa eu ca un om presat de licenta :-s nu am fost :D... My bad, really, pentru ca acum ascult CD-ul cu muzica lor si este chiar SUPERBA!!!

Preferata mea este Lullaby, nu de alta dar titlul ma duce cu gandul ala una din melodiile mele preferate: Goran Bregovic - Lullaby :X. Asta este insa mult mai vie (un altfel de viu) si plina de pathos...

Dupa un search pe Google, am gasit pe un blog (oneday) impresii despre concert si despre muzica lor (accente/influente/asemanari cu Travka si Muse) si un articol despre lansarea lor --> Top10Music

Acum sper sa gasesc si un clip cu muzica lor, pentru ca intradevar merita ascultata... No can do! :( n-am gasit... insa o sa dau sfoara-n tara si poate in curand se va gasi ceva macar pe youtube :d, nu-i asa Paula? :D ;;)

PS: despre Cupa Presei la Cantat Tuborg se pare ca s-a mai scris pe Mediafax

PPS: si se pare ca dupa 1 orade cautari, Paula a venit salvatoare si mi-a zis ca cei de la Oliver au pe YouTube un clip: Nu ma-ntreba nimic (cover Nicu Alifantis)

Enjoy! ;)

i can't fall back into the lull

.

silence really is golden.

like reaching out to touch a piece

of shattered glass pieced back together

it ends in smithereens

and the quiet

swallows

you

whole.

One of my last treasures 'dug up' at the You Tube (I believe the idea-giver for this service should be awarded with the Peace Nobel Price - for allowing millions of people to share audio-visual emotions). Looking for work by Paul Driessen (more about him on different occasion) I found some animations from Russia; having an immediate comparison I have to admit that I did like more the work by those completely unknown individuals (though some of them seemed to be influenced by the Dutch master). Driessen is a class in himself, with an unique sense of humour; yet, at the same time, he appears to strum self-indulging strings - being over-cynical, over-stylish (if not manneristic) and relying too much on the 'tricks' he's invented... And here (above) we have a Jewish lullaby made by a Russian artist, whom I've never heard about- as fresh as a child's smile and just as innocent. Above that - its imaginary is brilliant, neat and original, delivering an emotional message ("too many things put momma on her little fledgling/ her love didn't allow me to become a bird") in a poignantly successful, artistically pleasing way.

But, that is not all. Russian animators (with Arsen Gottlieb fathering the idea) have launched a multi-cultural project "The Lullabies of the World" ("Kolybelnye Mira") trying to visualize what Russian, Turkish, Swedish or Jewish children may dream about hearing their mothers' loving songs over their beds. With original lyrics and authorial (usually one particular artist is responsible for one piece) these animated visions (twenty so far, but work is in progress) are simply beautiful and quite often unusually inspiring. They tell more about the cultures presented than many documentaries do - it seems that if one wants to really meet a different civilization, one has to go to visit its graveyards and its nurseries... There is a profoundly deep connection between a cultural/national identity and the way particular nations take care of their dead ones as well as of dreams of their young ones.

I found the whole experience incredibly rewarding, if not mind-blowing - I - being fed with Disney's and generally - "Western" monopoly on 'telling' fairy-tales, on carving dreams of childhood (and enjoying that too - to be honest). It's like to discover the other side of the Moon, a completely neglected world of that 'other', so distinctive, yet - for god's sake - my own, "Eastern" spirituality. That is how an innocent 'surf' - a virtual journey has evolved into a serious, introspective identity self-exam. I'm going, from now on - to pay much more attention to the phenomena, which make the lands East of the former Berlin wall unique as they still are.

P.S

'Duratrub' has uploaded the video to the youtube, together with the other animations mentioned above. Thank you. Please, double-click on the 'screen' to get the access to the service. You can also use the link above to find out about the project.

이렇다할 자신감이 점점 사라졌다가도 누군가의 어떤이의 무대를 보고서는 또, 다시 한 번, 어쩌면 단 한번 저 곳에 서보고 싶다고 생각한다. 내 이름 앞의 타이틀이 크거나 작거나 상관없이, 누군가의 인정도 상관없이 내가 쌓아놓은 관록이란 무대에서 박수갈채를 받기 위해 노력하고 싶다. 끝이 무서운게 아닌데, 가는 길이 보이지 않는다고 무서운 것도 아닌데. 왜 이 자리에 주저 앉아서.. 있는 건지.

Each morning I awake
With the scent of gray grass
And blood upon blood tail my nostril
Breathe deeply said my monk friend
And I did and bullets crisscross
my chest. Come to me

Taste my blood come
Be with me in my dreams dreams dreams
Kites kissing clouds
Hills embrace me with your foggy green grain
Sea singing singing singing lullaby.

06feb2007/ 2:30pm

My fists are clasped. I'm cutting my hair to the sway of your hips. 

When I am done you will have nothing to recognize me by.

I will have hidden the person you once knew.

I must move on. 

Time proved me wrong. And now we use time as protection.

Simple syncopation.

Parallel used to mean perfectly aligned.

Now it means never crossing paths.

We are infinite without each other.

The quiet sad melody of a tragedy. 

We are sheet music.

Dusted off and played at the occasional family get together.

We are the old out of tune piano,

waiting in the corner, 

waiting for someone to play it - 

we are the black keys.

Collapsing under God's knuckles, we are silly tunes that once made us smile.

I never noticed how sad the lullaby's were,

until I heard someone else singing them.

This week's theme comes with a little extra. Inside you'll find:

• Wallpaper
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• A medley of songs
• Stellarium (an open source planetarium app)

hair flying all over behind her.

squeals of delight like bursts of fireworks

lit the eyes of those around.

the hands pushing her were large,

and strong,

and firm.

they kept bringing

her higher and higher,

and higher.

as high as the sky

then,

a shove.

A scream,

through the air cutting like glass,

her arms and legs flailed,

at nothing to hold on to,

and the landing

crushed the body,

the soul,

the spirit.

hair flying all over behind her.

squeals of delight like bursts of fireworks

lit the eyes of those around.

the hands pushing her were large,

and strong,

and firm.

they kept bringing

her higher and higher,

and higher.

as high as the sky

then,

a shove.

A scream,

through the air cutting like glass,

her arms and legs flailed,

at nothing to hold on to,

and the landing

crushed the body,

the soul,

the spirit.

emanating seduction with each move

the aroma of drink wafted in the air like a drug indomitable.

each performance went unnoticed

by the next performers

who were busy with their own parts in their little skit.

their minds blurred out

hearts forgotten

leaving nothing but unthinking masses.

The South International Film Festival is a testimony of the pioneering Jewish spirit that built Israel and made the desert blossom. Despite 7000 kassams, the Israelis are not giving in to the goal of their enemies who want to drive them away from the region. It was such an example of dedication to their heritage of the land that they are arranging this festival for the 7^th time in Sderot. Behind the festival is the Sapir College, a college in the adjacent Shaar HaNegev region. The college has also been under attacks from the kassams. In fact, one of their students Roni Yechiah, was killed on the campus’ parking lot three months ago.

May ginakanta sa akon pirmi para makatulog. Paborito ko gid ni sang bata ko. Daw gakasub-an ko dayon.

---

Ili-ili Tulog Anay (lyrics as I recall)

Ili-ili tulog anay,

Wala diri imo nanay.

Kadto tienda bakal papay.

Ili-ili tulog anay.

---rough translation---

Sleep for a while.

Your mother is not here.

Went to the market to buy bread.

Sleep for a while.

-----

Te kamo ya? Ano inyo favorite regional song?

the reflections on the window sat like a glaze over her sight,

and she couldn't

see beyond

the grills

in

her

world.

‘How odd, mamma, is the moon!’,
Eyes shut, child and let go
Of day’s wear and tear;
Night and sleep do despair,-
It’s past bedtime you know?
To see a child awake and scare
A frail old thing as moon
Oddly thin and worn down,
While you swaddled in silk
And a bed lined with cotton fluff,
Must to them seem very odd!
‘The moon is odd that she in coal-sack
Sleep: comfort she must lack?’
Leave the moon to its odd ways
She scowls over naughty little feys
Who are up past their bedtime.
The air is clean and mild
Sleep you must, child.
Let stars watch over you!

‘Mamma  I can hear stars talk
They twinkle as they chatter I know’.
Let, child, sleep you must
Before stars nod to their sleep.

‘How odd, mamma  is a sickle moon
With a cold and dull stare!’
That cold moon you speak of
Is odd all right; Eyes shut child;
The air is so limpid and mild
Under that odd and blue moon;
Sleep you must child!

benny
1-6-07

I must admit that it made me feel guilty about listening to my iPod while reading on the commuter train, though. I would not have felt guilty about using the culling song on the passenger seated across from me who removed his shoes and stretched his legs out so that his holey-stockinged feet repeatedly bumped mine, however! He would have made headlines as the first person to die on the new FrontRunner train, and my personal space would have remained inviolate! The narrator of Lullaby, a journalist who uses the nom de plume Carl Streator, utilizes the culling song (an old African lullaby reprinted in a book of poems from around the world) to remedy just this sort of daily inconvenience.

Reading Lullaby is an experience similar to the carnival rides favored by one of its' characters: it's disorienting, exhilarating, fast, and it leaves you a touch queasy afterwards. I enjoyed the first half of the book more than the later half, so I'll take that as a warning to steer clear of Haunted, but I'm sure I'll read more Palahniuk, prior to making references to him, preferably!

Hush, little baby, don't say a word.
Papa's gonna buy you a mockingbird
And if that mockingbird won't sing,
Papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring
And if that diamond ring turns brass,
Papa's gonna buy you a looking glass
And if that looking glass gets broke,
Papa's gonna buy you a billy goat
And if that billy goat won't pull,
Papa's gonna buy you a cart and bull
And if that cart and bull fall down,
You'll still be the sweetest little baby in town

The itsy-bitsy spider
Climbed up the water spout
Down came the rain
And washed the spider out
Out came the sun
And dried up all the rain
And the itsy-bitsy spider
Climbed up the spout again

Rock-a-bye baby, in the tree top
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock
When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall
And down will come baby, cradle and all

Sleep, baby, sleep
Your father tends the sheep
Your mother shakes the dreamland tree
And from it fall sweet dreams for thee
Sleep, baby, sleep
Sleep, baby, sleep

Sleep, baby, sleep
Our cottage vale is deep
The little lamb is on the green
With snowy fleece so soft and clean
Sleep, baby, sleep
Sleep, baby, sleep

Golden slumber kiss your eyes,
Smiles await you when you rise.
Sleep,
pretty baby,
Do not cry,
And I'll sing you a lullaby.

Care you know not,
Therefore sleep,
While I o'er you watch do keep.
Sleep,
pretty darling,
Do not cry,
And I will sing a lullaby.

b: daaad! you sound like a baloon that the air is tryin' to come out!

Sigur versurile nu sunt exacte - dar ce-mi pasa?! Copilul adoarme si asta este ceea ce conteaza pentru mine.
Pentru voi care este cantecul lui de leagan?
Nu stiti nici unul sau nu vi-l mai aduceti aminte? Poate va sunt de ajutor.Iata mai jos cateva cantece de leagan (cred ca sunt toate in engleza).(Sursa: http://www.interesant.net/2007/10/02/lady-star-collection-mother-children.html)
Copilul meu nu asculta cantece de leagan- asa ca nu le-am descarcat (nu are rost...). Sper sa fie ceea ce spun link-urile si mai ales sa ca fie de folos.

http://depositfiles.com/files/1856713

http://depositfiles.com/en/files/1859249

http://depositfiles.com/en/files/1865577

http://depositfiles.com/en/files/1856570

http://depositfiles.com/en/files/1869532

http://depositfiles.com/en/files/1855792

영향력인 것, 무섭다고 생각한다. 여전히 있다 없다고 말할 수 없는 것들. 후에..., 난 무엇을 사랑했었다고 말할 수 있을까.