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Fool on the hill

Posted in Muzica, Poezie on 6 Ianuarie 2008 by dorunastase

The fool on the hill, in doua variante. Prima varianta este cea originala, cu trupa Beatles, iar cea de a doua varianta este cu Paul Mc Carteney, intr-o interpretare din concert. The fool on the hill, poate cea mai buna piesa a celor de la Beatles…


When The Tigers Broke Free

Posted in Muzica, Pink Floyd, Poezie, Progressive Rock on 4 Ianuarie 2008 by dorunastase

It was just before dawn
One miserable morning in black ’44
When the forward commander
Was told to sit tight
When he asked that his men be withdrawn
And the generals gave thanks
As the other ranks
Held back the enemy tanks
For a while
And the Anzio bridgehead was held for the price
Of a few hundred ordinary lives.

And kind old King George sent Mother a note
When he heard that Father was gone.
It was, I recall, in the form of a scroll,
With gold leaf and all
And I found it one day
In a drawer of old photographs hidden away
And my eyes still grow damp
To remember His Majesty signed
With his own rubber stamp.

It was dark all around,
There was frost in the ground
When The Tigers Broke Free.
And no one survived
From the Royal Fusiliers,
Company, „C”
They were all left behind,
Most of them dead,
The rest of them dying
And that’s how the High Command
Took my Daddy
From me.

Roger Waters wrote this about his father, who died in World War II at Anzio. Roger was born a few months before his father was killed. Released as a single in 1982, this song did not appear on an album until it was used on Pink Floyd’s 2001 Greatest Hits compilation. This was used in Pink Floyd’s movie The Wall. It appeared in the „Enemy Bridge Was Held” and „High Command” sections, when Pink sees his dad loading a gun and dusting his army uniform.


Posted in De pe alte bloguri, Fotografie, Poezie, Prieteni on 23 Decembrie 2007 by dorunastase

El a întins spre mine o frunză ca o mână cu degete.
Eu am întins spre el o mână ca o frunză cu dinţi.
El a întins spre mine o ramură ca un braţ.
Eu am întins spre el braţul ca o ramură.
El şi-a înclinat spre mine trunchiul
ca un măr.
Eu am inclinat spre el umărul
ca un trunchi noduros.
Auzeam cum se-nţeteşte seva lui bătând
ca sângele.
Auzea cum se încetineşte sângele meu suind ca seva.
Eu am trecut prin el.
El a trecut prin mine.
Eu am rămas un pom singur.
El un om singur.


Te iubesc

Posted in Poezie, Prieteni on 29 Noiembrie 2007 by dorunastase

Poezie scrisa de prietenul meu, James.


Posted in Poezie on 23 Octombrie 2007 by dorunastase

De ce asa de trist ramâi
Si trist înabusi un suspin,
Când rândunici în tara vin
Din tari cu rodii si lamâi
Si vezi cocorii cei dintâi
Rotindu-se sub cer senin?

De ce asa de trist revii
Si trist ramâi, suspini stingher,
Când negurile iernii pier
Si roua scânteie-n câmpii
Si mii de ciocârlii zglobii
S-avânta ciripind la cer?

De ce asa de trist suspini
Si trist ramâi atuncea când
Vezi florile-nflorind pe rând
(Si chiar macesii plini de spini)
Si vezi pe-alee, prin gradini,
Perechi de-ndragostiti trecând?
Cum n-ai fi trist, cum n-ai ofta,

Când numai dragoste respiri
în tot cuprinsul mândrei firi,
Când toate râd în preajma ta
Si plânge-n tine inima
însângerata de-amintiri?…