nedjelja, 31.12.2023.
Sretna nam Nova godina! :)
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Novogodišnji EDIT: Allie Sherlock pjeva 'In my life' od Beatlesa jer je divan tekst i sviđa mi se njezin glas U2 pjevaju 'New Year's day' od U2 :)) što puštam jer me automatski transportira u tamo neku osamdesetineku kad sam bila mlađi teenager i kad je svijet bio nabrijano zanosno čaroban i ovi Steklovata pjevaju 'Novi god' od , također, Steklovate koju su moj muž i negov bestie svaku godinu slušali iz *****ancije. pa puštam za uspomenu na to Love ya all, nije potrebno kruha preko pogače. Još jednom, svima, sve samo na bolje! :) |
petak, 29.12.2023.
Naše jaslice
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nalaze se, jasno, pod borom,
složene su na knjizi Cosmos, koja se činila jako prikladna za tu potrebu, u nekoliko smislova. Kao prof.Baltazar; mislila sam, mislila, i smislila. :D..... Dobila sam ih na poklon od prijateljice, to su njihove obiteljske koje više nisu koristili, i ja sam više nego počašćena da su došle meni u ruke. Hvala! :) Autor Jaslica je gospodin Vladimir Pecić Svaka figurica je priča za sebe, svaka, a naročito sveti trojac, Otac, Majka, Dijete ima nepogrešivo pokazanu emotivnu pozadinu, smjernost, nježnost, zabrinutost, malost, nemoćnost, prepuštenost................. apsolutno su prekrasne, ja sam apsolutno zahvalna da sam ih dobila. Eto, to je storija o jaslicama kod mene (zapravo, htjela sam naručiti kod gospodina Pecića da mi napravi nove, ali je bio prezauzet poslovima, izložbama i sličnim, i moja narudžba se zapravo baš divno za mene riješila...)   image hosting  image hosting     upload images  upload images  Eto, nadam se da su vam se svidjele, moram vam skrušeno priznati da mi je ovo objavljivanje fotografija preko trećeg uslužitelja nesnosno :)) nit znam koja će veličina fotke biti, megabajte srezuje, slike slikane mojim mobitelom su loše, ovako su još lošije, ali, eto, pristajem na lošije u ovom času, dok ne ustanovim bolje. Znam da mnogima od vas to ne znači ništa, meni to znači puno, i jako je iritantno. Sad kad sam se požalila, nadam se da sam vam barem kako tako uspjela približiti to mini čudo pod našim borom. :))) Također, ako ima interesenata, mogla bih možda otpuhati prašinu sa fotića, izmisliti neko osvjetljenje, i učiniti malo suvisliji fotosešn, no o tom potom. Također, ovom prilikom pozdravljam: @Y, nemam gdje drugdje, @Dvi, tri riči, nemam gdje drugdje @Jelena, koji se je javio, no nemam gdje na blogu, a svima vama @drugima koji jeste na blogu :))**** |
četvrtak, 21.12.2023.
YULE JE COOL!
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Dobar vam dan.
Danas je najkraći dan u godini, zimski suncostaj, ajd dobro, nije danas nego, točno astronomski ove godine, sutra/noćas u 4 ujutro - petak 22. prosinca,12.2023. 04:27, Zima nam kalendarski počinje noćas.... Nekima bitno, nekima ne, Mjesec raste - prije 2 dana je bila prva četvrt, Uštap pada na 27.12., malo nakon Božića... Ipak, evo nas usred Zime. Ja ovaj tren nikako ne doživljavam kao njezin početak, već ona dugo pada, a danas je dospjela dolje. Dosegli smo dno, mrak je najduži, dan najkraći, priroda se zaustavila, i sad takva mirna i na nuli biti će još neko vrijeme. Moramo gurnuti kotač u novi krug, novi ciklus. Osjećam se kao da ronim po mračnim i mutnim dubinama. I prema onom kako mi priroda izgleda izvana, stagnacija, zadivljanje i smrznutost u pokretu i trenutku, i prema onom iznutra; preslagivanje unutar bića, vrijednosti, prioriteta, mogućnosti, preispitivanje želja, opcija, postavki, učenja, odnosa, SVEGA, kopanje po dubokom, još nikad prizvanom i iznesenom na svjetlost. Pri tome kao da to nije izbor, to ronjenje po blatu, glibu, mraku i hladnoći, nego kao da je zadatost, i ona traje, traje i traje....... Defolt je da se mijena mora dogoditi , i ona će se dogoditi. Mislim, mijena na bolje. Na lakše, jasnije, bistrije, a jednom , vjerujem, i na nešto što bi se moglo zvati i osjetiti lijepim, lakim, pazi sad - radosnim, pazi još i više - slobodnim!!! Kada, ne znam. Jedno je sigurno. Osjećam kao da još nikad nisam živjela. Osjećam da nemam iskustva, točnije, imam silnog iskustva, ali nisam sigurna kakvog, sve je to jako nedefinirano u mentalnoj sferi, tek se osjeća kao energetska masa, moja masa, ne sjećam se ničega iza sebe, a ispred mene se tek sad polako i uz velike otpore, kao da sidrom orem po dalekom dnu, nešto pokreće, nesigurno u smjer, cilj se tek zamišlja, život se tek ustrojava ..... nešto polako i sa velikim naporom uzima zamah. O moj blagi Bože. Dobro,otišla sam predaleko s ovim, bar kaj se prvozamišljene teme posta tiče. Pozdrav/čestitku Yule je cool! je izmislio @Jelen, a sad mi je sinulo da se on više ne bi trebao zvati @Jelen, nego @Svemir, ne znam zakaj, i red je da to uskliknemo najbolje kaj se može, jel Yule ili nije!? :)) Yule je cool! Svima vam sve izašlo na dobro!! :)) Evo malo informacija, meni se ne da pisati, YULE SE OBIČAVALO SLAVITI 12 DANA ZIMSKI SOLSTICIJ YULE Yule blagdan Zimskij solsticij a onda i par prigodnih pjesmi Došašća: Jamie Cullum - In The Bleak Midwinter Pentatonix - 12 Days Of Christmas Padaj s neba roso sveta - adventska pjesma Visom leteć ptice male - adventska pjesma te jedna meni za dušu: Elizabeta Toplek i Cinkuši - Vuprem oči Svima pozdrav! :) |
subota, 09.12.2023.
Nekoliko Stingovih pjesama
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@Galaksijina molba da joj napišemo po desetak pjesama da si napravi blogersku plejlistu za dugačko putovanje doma
baš me razveselila; ima toliko, TOLIKO dobre muzike da je ludo pokušavati se sjetiti odjednom, kao na pritisak gumba, svega što (ti) je dobro....... Napisala sam joj neku opću best of ljubavnu listu, ali, zapravo, to je tako nepravedno prema svim onim divnim pjesmama koje postoje uz to a nisu spomenute. :) Neš ti top listu na kojoj nema Arsena Dedića, ili Stinga, ili još milijun drugih odličnih autora. Ugl, ovo ovdje bi bio moj neki izbor top Stingovih popjevki, sasvim nasumice, kako su mi padale na pamet. Everybody Laughed But You Everybody laughed when I told them I wanted you, I wanted you Everybody grinned they humoured me They thought that someone had spiked my tea Everybody screamed they told me you Would cost the moon, we'll be there soon Everybody laughed 'til they were blue They didn't believe my words were true Everybody laughed but you It's easy to lose touch with all the friends You like so much or liked so much Everybody laughed they couldn't take me seriously Abandoned me Sometimes I would read of things they'd done in magazines They made the scene Everybody left with such important things to do But I'm not blue Everybody left but you Everybody left but you Many years have passed And some have fallen by the way I heard them say Everybody dreamed but those who fell Are sleeping now, they're sleeping now Everybody climbed like ivy to the top most branch It was their chance Everybody grasped 'til they were through It's all they thought that they could do 'Cause everybody fell Everybody fell Everybody fell but you I Was Brought To My Senses Alone with my thoughts this evening I walked on the banks of Tyne I wondered how I could win you Or if I could make you mine Or if I could make you mine The wind it was so insistent With tales of a stormy south But when I spied two birds in a sycamore tree There came a dryness in my mouth Came a dryness in my mouth For then without rhyme or reason The two birds did rise up to fly And where the two birds were flying I swear I saw you and I I swear I saw you and I I walked out this morning It was like a veil had been removed from before my eyes For the first time I saw the work of heaven In the line where the hills had been married to the sky And all around me Every blade of singing grass Was calling out your name And that our love would always last And inside every turning leaf Is the pattern of an older tree The shape of our future The shape of all our history And out of the confusion Where the river meets the sea Came things I'd never seen Things I'd never seen I was brought to my senses I was blind but now that I can see Every signpost in nature Said you belong to me I know it's true It's written in a sky as blue As blue as your eyes As blue as your eyes If nature's red in tooth and claw Like winter's freeze and summer's thaw The wounds she gave me Were the wounds that would heal me And we'd be like the moon and sun And when our courtly dance had run Its course across the sky Then together we would lie And out of the confusion Where the river meets the sea Something new would arrive Something better would arrive I was brought to my senses I was blind but now that I can see Every signpost in nature Said you belong to me I was brought to my senses I was blind but now that I can see Every signpost in nature Said you belong to me I was brought to my senses I was blind but now that I can see Every signpost in nature Said you belong to me A Thousand Years A thousand years, a thousand more A thousand times a million doors to eternity I may have lived a thousand lives, a thousand times An endless turning stairway climbs To a tower of souls If it takes another thousand years, a thousand wars The towers rise to numberless floors in space I could shed another million tears, a million breaths A million names but only one truth to face A million roads, a million fears A million suns, ten million years of uncertainty I could speak a million lies, a million songs A million rights, a million wrongs in this balance of time But if there was a single truth, a single light A single thought, a singular touch of grace Then following this single point, this single flame The single haunted memory of your face I still love you I still want you A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves Like galaxies in my head I may be numberless, I may be innocent I may know many things, I may be ignorant Or I could ride with kings and conquer many lands Or win this world at cards and let it slip my hands I could be cannon food, destroyed a thousand times Reborn as fortune's child to judge another's crimes Or wear this pilgrim's cloak, or be a common thief I've kept this single faith, I have but one belief I still love you I still want you A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves Like galaxies in my head On and on the mysteries unwind themselves Eternities still unsaid 'Til you love me Inside Inside the doors are sealed to love Inside my heart is sleeping Inside the fingers of my glove Inside the bones of my right hand Inside it's colder than the stars Inside the dogs are weeping Inside the circus of the wind Inside the clocks are filled with sand Inside she'll never hurt me Inside the winter's creeping Inside the compass of the night Inside the folding of the land Outside the stars are turning Outside the world's still burning Inside my head's a box of stars I never dared to open Inside the wounded hide their scars, inside this lonesome sparrow's fall Inside the songs of our defeat, they sing of treaties broken Inside this army's in retreat, we hide beneath the thunder's call Outside the rain keeps falling Outside the drums are calling Outside the flood won't wait Outside they're hammering down the gate Love is the child of an endless war Love is an open wound still raw Love is a shameless banner unfurled Love's an explosion Love is the fire of the world Love is a violent star A tide of destruction Love is an angry scar A violation, a mutilation, capitulation, love is annihilation Inside the failures of the light, the night is wrapped around me Inside my eyes deny their sight, you'd never find me in this place Inside we're hidden from the moonlight, we shift between the shadows Inside the compass of the night, inside the memory of your face Outside the walls are shaking Inside the dogs are waking Outside the hurricane won't wait Inside they're howling down the gate Love is the child of an endless war Love is an open wound still raw Love is a shameless banner unfurled Love's an explosion Love is the fire at the end of the world Love is a violent star A tide of destruction Love is an angry scar The pain of instruction Love is a violation, a mutilation, capitulation Love is annihilation I climb this tower inside my head A spiral stair above my bed I dream the stairs don't ask me why I throw myself into the sky Love me like a baby, love me like an only child Love me like an ocean; love me like a mother mild Love me like a father, love me like a prodigal son Love me like a sister, love me like the world has just begun Love me like a prodigy, love me like an idiot boy Love me like an innocent, love me like your favorite toy Love me like a virgin, love me like a courtesan Love me like a sinner, love me like a dying man Annihilate me, infiltrate me, incinerate me, accelerate me, mutilate me, inundate me, violate me, implicate me, vindicate me, devastate me Love me like a parasite, love me like a dying sun Love me like a criminal, love me like a man on the run Radiate me, subjugate me, incubate me, recreate me, demarcate me, educate me, punctuate me, evaluate me, conjugate me, impregnate me, designate me, humiliate me, segregate me, opiate me, calibrate me, replicate me Soul Cake A soul cake, a soul cake Please, good missus, a soul cake An apple, a pear, a plum or a cherry Any good thing to make us all merry A soul cake, a soul cake Please, good missus, a soul cake One for Peter, two for Paul And three for Him that made us all A soul cake, a soul cake Please, good missus, a soul cake An apple, a pear, a plum or a cherry Any good thing to make us all merry God bless the master of this house And the mistress also And all the little children That round your table grow The cattle in your stable The dogs at your front door And all that dwell within your gates We'll wish you ten times more A soul cake, a soul cake Please, good missus, a soul cake An apple, a pear, a plum or a cherry Any good thing to make us all merry A soul cake, a soul cake Please, good missus, a soul cake One for Peter, two for Paul And three for Him that made us all Go down into the cellar And see what you can find If the barrels are not empty We'll hope that you'll be kind We'll hope that you'll be kind With your apple and your pear And we'll come no more a-souling 'Til Christmas time next year A soul cake, a soul cake Please, good missus, a soul cake An apple, a pear, a plum or a cherry Any good thing to make us all merry A soul cake, a soul cake Please, good missus, a soul cake One for Peter, two for Paul And three for Him that made us all Made us all The streets are very dirty Me shoes are very thin I have a little pocket To put a penny in If you haven't got a penny A half penny will do If you haven't got a half penny God bless you A soul cake, a soul cake Please, good missus, a soul cake An apple, a pear, a plum or a cherry Any good thing to make us all merry A soul cake, a soul cake Please, good missus, a soul cake One for Peter, two for Paul And three for Him that made us all For Him that made us all For Him that made us all The Snow It Melts The Soonest Oh, the snow it melts the soonest when the winds begin to sing And the corn it ripens fastest when the frost is settling in And when a woman tells me my face she'll soon forget Before we'll part, I'll wage a croon, she's fain to follow't yet Oh, the snow it melts the soonest when the winds begin to sing And the swallow skims without a thought as long as it is spring But when spring goes, and winter blows, my lassie you'll be fain For all your pride, to follow me across the stormy main Oh, the snow it melts the soonest when the winds begin to sing And the bee that flew when summer shone, in winter cannot sting I've seen a woman's anger melt betwixt the night and morn Oh it's surely not a harder thing to tame a woman's scorn Oh, never say me farewell here, no farewell I'll receive And you shall set me to the stile and kiss and take your leave I'll stay until the curlew calls and the martlet takes his wing Oh, the snow it melts the soonest when the winds begin to sing Practical Arrangement (Full Original Duet) (feat. Jo Lawry) [Sting:] Am I asking for the moon? Is it really so implausible? That you and I could soon Come to some kind of arrangement? I'm not asking for the moon I've always been a realist When it's really nothing more Than a simple rearrangement With one roof above our heads A warm house to return to We could start with separate beds I could sleep alone or learn to I'm not suggesting that we'd find Some earthly paradise forever I mean, how often does that happen now? The answer's probably never But we could come to an arrangement A practical arrangement And you could learn to love me, given time [Jo Lawry:] Well, I like my independence I get by, I'm not greedy Do you see yourself as Galahad? Do I really look that needy? I brought a child up on my own Takes me all my strength to face him The father upped and left me And I'm not desperate to replace him Tell me what kind of catch Is a struggling single mother I respect you and I like you But I won't accept another Empty promise when some grey And stormy rain cloud hangs above me When I've heard it all a hundred times From a man who said he loved me But if we came to an arrangement A practical arrangement Then perhaps I'd learn to love you given time [Sting:] I'm not promising the moon I'm not promising a rainbow Just a practical solution To a solitary life I'd be a father to your boy A shoulder you could lean on How bad could it be To be my wife? With one roof above our heads A warm house to return to You wouldn't have to cook for me You wouldn't have to learn to I'm not suggesting that this proposition Here could last forever I've no intention of deceiving you You're far too clever But we could come to an arrangement A practical arrangement And perhaps you'd learn to love me given time [Sting & Jo Lawry:] It may not be the romance that you had in mind [Sting:] But you could learn to love me Given time Fields Of Gold You'll remember me when the west wind moves Upon the fields of barley You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky As we walk in fields of gold So she took her love for to gaze awhile Upon the fields of barley In his arms she fell as her hair came down Among the fields of gold Will you stay with me? Will you be my love? Among the fields of barley We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky As we lie in fields of gold See the west wind move like a lover so Upon the fields of barley Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth Among the fields of gold I never made promises lightly And there have been some that I've broken But I swear in the days still left We'll walk in fields of gold We'll walk in fields of gold Many years have passed since those summer days Among the fields of barley See the children run as the sun goes down Among the fields of gold You'll remember me when the west wind moves Upon the fields of barley You can tell the sun in his jealous sky When we walked in fields of gold When we walked in fields of gold When we walked in fields of gold Inshallah Sleeping child, on my shoulder Those around us, curse the sea Anxious mother turning fearful Who can blame her, blaming me? Inshallah, Inshallah If it be Your will, it shall come to pass Inshallah, Inshallah If it be Your will... As the wind blows, growing colder Against the sad boats, as we flee Anxious eyes, search in darkness With the rising of the sea Inshallah, Inshallah If it be Your will, it shall come to pass Inshallah, Inshallah If it be Your will Sea of worries, sea of fears In our country, only tears In our future there's no past If it be Your will, it shall come to pass Inshallah, Inshallah If it be Your will, it shall come to pass Inshallah, Inshallah If it be Your will... I za kraj, postoji The Empty chair, meni premučna da bih kopirala tekst ili je puštala da svira, mučna pozadina pjesme, mučne asocijacije...... Rekla bih da je to to, iako samo kap u moru, meni možda najdraža kap :)) |
Ypsilonka je željela
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da napišem nešto o sebi,
ja kažem da ne mogu, nek se strpi , imam blokadu, nek istrpi uz mene dok ne prođe, no ništa, ona ne istrpi neg se pobijeli. E, moja Ypsilonka. Subota je, nadam se da si trčala danas, čak i ako kod vas sniježi. Sigurno je još divnije,još tiše, jošsamije. No. Da neš napišem o sebi, pa idem, imam deset minuta. jel i vas iritira/čudi/zaustavi u trenutku kad vam se dogodi ovakvo što;? jučer odmah poslije posla dok je još bilo suho i sunčano žurim doma oprati i očistiti auto. registracija danas. Pomolite se da prođe uspješno od prve. Gladna sam, ali ne mogu jesti bilo što, nego baš sam se namjerila na pošećerenog račića, to vam je ono pecivo u obliku mašne/raka obilno posipano kristal šećerom, relikt iz djetinjstva kojeg se rijetko više nalazi po pekarnicama a,srećom, u pekarnici blizu mene je opstao. (ili?) Skrenem s najkraćeg puta (jer se,jasno,poslovično žurim) nađem parking ukaskam u pekarnicu i zamolim ženu jedan kruh i jedan račić. Ali štoviše pošećeren. Da bude onak kak treba, ne. žena dodaje kruh i izgovara: tu su vam račići, ravno ispred vas. I fakat, jesu. :) Ali nisu pošećereni. Kažem: ali nisu pošećereni!? Ona će nato da naravno da nisu: pa mi nikada nismo imali pošećerene račiće! ? Kaj? Ženu znam sto godina, tamo je već inventar, valjda je i vlasnikova žena, ili kćer, kaj ja znam, i godinama tamo jedem samo kruh, prstiće i dobro pošećerene račiće. I kaj sad. ja joj to kažem. Ona gleda mene, ja gledam nju. I na kraju,niš, odem. nebitno što nisam jela rečić taj dan, ni pošećereni, ni goli, ali to da se čovjek sjeća nečega na jedan način, a ispadne da to nije uopće bilo tako, ti paralelni nivoi nostojanja, ti Zonosumračni momenti življenja, uh, ne znam, ostale smo u čudu i ona i ja, i niš. Imate li i vi takovih iskustava!? ne nužno s račićem :)) MOram GIBATI, puse svima, a najviše onima koji me ne vole. :)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) |
subota, 02.12.2023.
And but for the sky there are no fences facing
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Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you Though I know that evening's empire has returned into sand Vanished from my hand Left me blindly here to stand, but still not sleeping My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet I have no one to meet And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship My senses have been stripped My hands can't feel to grip My toes too numb to step Wait only for my boot heels to be wandering I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade Into my own parade Cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you Though you might hear laughing, spinning, swinging madly across the sun It's not aimed at anyone It's just escaping on the run And but for the sky there are no fences facing And if you hear vague traces of skipping reels of rhyme To your tambourine in time It's just a ragged clown behind I wouldn't pay it any mind It's just a shadow you're seeing that he's chasing Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you And take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind Down the foggy ruins of time Far past the frozen leaves The haunted frightened trees Out to the windy beach Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky With one hand waving free Silhouetted by the sea Circled by the circus sands With all memory and fate Driven deep beneath the waves Let me forget about today until tomorrow Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you |
