~I hope 2010 holds some beautiful surprises for you~
Thursday, December 24, 2009
little silent Christmas tree
you are so little
you are more like a flower
who found you in the green forest
and were you very sorry to come away?
see i will comfort you
because you smell so sweetly
i will kiss your cool bark
and hug you safe and tight
just as your mother would,
only don't be afraid
look the spangles
that sleep all the year in a dark box
dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine,
the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads,
put up your little arms
and i'll give them all to you to hold
every finger shall have its ring
and there won't a single place dark or unhappy
then when you're quite dressed
you'll stand in the window for everyone to see
and how they'll stare!
oh but you'll be very proud
and my little sister and i will take hands
and looking up at our beautiful tree
we'll dance and sing
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Friday, December 18, 2009
A Dream Within a Dream, Edgar Allan Poe
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep - while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Imali smo trinaest godina i te veceri smo se tresli vise od zadovoljstva sto najzad pripadamo 'velikima' nego od decembarske hladnoce. Dok smo cekali da kupimo karte za rok koncert i sudarali se sa necijim ledjima, rukama, grudima, preleteli smo iz vec pomalo dosadnog detinjstva u nesto novo, ludo i uzbudljivo.
Published by Izdavacka kuca Alma
Published by Izdavacka kuca Alma
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Spring on the December 13th
Quote from the wikipedia:
"Azra was a rock band from Zagreb (Croatia) that was popular across Yugoslavia in the 1980s. Azra was formed in 1977 by its frontman Branimir "Johnny" Štulić. Other two members were Mišo Hrnjak (bass) and Boris Leiner (drums). They named the Band after a verse "Ja se zovem El Muhamed/Iz plemena starih Azra/Što za ljubav život gube/I umiru kada ljube!" (trans. "My name is El Muhamed/From the tribe of the old Azras/who die for love/And die when they kiss!") from a sevdalinka "Kraj tanahna šadrvana" ("Azra" here being a reference to a shortened versione of "Azera" or "Azeris", rather than a popular Bosnian name "Azra", as commonly thought). They are considered to be one of the most influential bands from the former Yugoslav New Wave rock era and the Yugoslav Rock scene in general.
They released their first single in 1979 with songs "Balkan" and "A šta da radim". The first album named Azra was published in 1980 and achieved commercial success and popularized Azra in former Yugoslavia. Azra recorded its last studio album Između krajnosti (Between the extremes) in 1987. In 1988 the band recorded 4LP live album under the name Zadovoljština (Satisfaction), after which Štulić disbanded the band. He is often at lengths with his past as he lives a secluded life and is often the target of reporters seeking an interview, which he is reluctant to give. Štulić recorded three more solo albums since moving to Houten, Netherlands, where he currently lives. A 2003 rock documentary, Sretno dijete (Lucky Child, the title of a Prljavo kazalište song) depicts Azra as the locus of the rock scene in the former Yugoslavia during the 1980s, along with the influential Bijelo dugme. Even until today, Azra has remained very popular among youth in the countries of former Yugoslavia, unlike many other new wave bands which are now considered, more or less, historical examples."
Thursday, December 10, 2009
This was the last video I had featured on Imeem. Something got me started, I found the music, the poetry group, wonderful blogs, awesome people... then it was hard to stop. If you have used the website you may know it was really great one for sharing music and before it started to fall apart (sometime in June 2009) videos and photographs too.
What made it really great is truly phenomenal, creative, generous, cool people from all over the world with unlimited positive energy flowing. With a touch of magic through music and other artistic expressions, strangers were easily becoming friends.
I just wanted by writing this to accentuate the positive: website may be gone, but positive energy stays forever.
Keep smiling, the best is yet to come (one can only hope:))
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
"There was one apple that was the nicest one out of all the hundreds of other apples..."
I knew I could read this story tonight to Manuel. He had a good dinner and he will not get hungry when I read about the food.
I was trying to calm down my mind. It was busy analyzing each word that I was reading. Thinking about the numbers: One, Hundred...Hundred is nice, it has two zeros, if you put the zero on top of the zero you get the 8. I like number 8. A Hundred, like the hundred euros that I will need to buy Manuel a new bicycle next spring, he is growing up so fast.
I tried to concentrate on the story but it wasn't really working: I was already at the end without any recollection what I have read. I looked at Manuel, wondering if he has noticed that I wasn't quite with him. I felt a relief: he seemed quite content and amused. He told me: “I have an idea, wait here daddy." He jumped out of the bed, and in next moment all I could hear is the sound of his little, fast feet running to the kitchen: First running away, then some silence and then running back to me.
Manuel came back with an apple. His face was glowing. He looked as he has made some very important discovery. "I found the nicest apple daddy." he said giggling. "This one is a house for the worm; it must be really nice if someone lives in it".
We both fell on the floor laughing.
Please read more stories with the same title here http://miguel-a-c.blogspot.com/