”Sunt ud până la piele din pricina valului care încă n-a venit.
Sunt legat fedeleş într-o închisoare care încă nu există.
Deşi n-am jucat partida de şah
deja sunt făcut şah-mat.Deşi n-am băut nicio cupă de vin deja m-am îmbătat.
Deşi n-am păşit
pe câmpul de bătaie deja sunt rănit şi ucis.Nu mai ştiu care e diferenţa
dintre închipuire şi realitate.Asemenea unei umbre eu sunt
şi nu sunt.”Rumi, ”Sunt și nu sunt”
”4 lucruri nu mai pot fi luate înapoi: cuvântul vorbit, săgeata aruncată, viața trecută și oportunitatea ratată.”
(Proverb)
”În ţara orbilor, chiorul este împărat.”
(Proverb Românesc)
”Obiceiurile bune strică prieteniile rele.”
(Proverb Românesc)
”- Există o singură soluţie, răspunse Brân, cel ce este conducător, să fie şi pod. Mă voi face pod. Această expresie a fost folosită pentru pripa dată atunci şi de atunci a ajuns zicală printre locuitorii Britaniei.”
”Povestea lui Branwen, fiica lui Llyr” (basm din Țara Galilor)
I know just how to whisper
And I know just how to cry
I know just where to find the answers
And I know just how to lie
I know just how to fake it
And I know just how to scheme
I know just when to face the truth
And then I know just when to dream
And I know just where to touch you
And I know just what to prove
I know when to pull you closer
And I know when to let you lose
And I know the night is fading
And I know the time’s gonna fly
And I’m never gonna tell you
Everything I gotta tell you
But I know I gotta give it a try
And I know the roads to riches
And I know the ways to fame
I know all the rules
And I know how to break ‘em
And I always know the name of the game
But I don’t know how to leave you
And I’ll never let you fall
And I don’t know how you do it
Making love out of nothing at all
(Making love)
Out of nothing at all
(Making love)
Out of nothing at all
(Making love)
Out of nothing at all
(Making love)
Out of nothing at all
(Making love)
Out of nothing at all
(Making love)
Out of nothing at all
Every time I see you, all the rays of the sun are
Streaming through the waves in your hair
And every star in the sky is taking aim at your eyes
Like a spotlight
The beating of my heart is a drum and it’s lost
And it’s looking for a rhythm like you
You can take the darkness from the pit of the night
And turn into a beacon burning endlessly bright
I’ve gotta follow it ‘cause everything I know
Well, it’s nothing ‘til I give it to you
I can make the runner stumble
I can make the final block
And I can make every tackle at the sound of the whistle
I can make all the stadiums rock
And I can make tonight forever
Or I can make it disappear by the dawn
And I can make you every promise that has ever been made
And I can make all your demons be gone
But I’m never gonna make it without you
Do you really wanna see me crawl?
And I’m never gonna make it like you do
Making love out of nothing at all
(Making love)
Out of nothing at all
(Making love)
Out of nothing at all
(Making love)
Out of nothing at all
(Making love)
Out of nothing at all
(Making love)
Out of nothing at all
(Making love)
(Love)
Out of nothing at all
(Making love)
Out of nothing at all
(Making love)
Out of nothing at all
(Making love)
(Love)
Out of nothing at all
(Making love)
Out of nothing at all
(Making love)
Out of nothing at all
(Making love)
(Love, love)
Out of nothing at all
(Making love)
Out of nothing at all
(Making love)
Out of nothing at all
(Making love)
(Love, love)
Out of nothing at all
(Making love)
(Making love)
(Making love)
(Love, love)
Out of nothing at all
(Making love)
Out of nothing at all
(Making love)
Out of nothing at all
(Making love)
(Love, love)
(Making love)
(Love)
(Making love)
Compozitori: James Richard Steinman.
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This house is a circus, berserk as fuck
We tend to see that as a perk
Though, look what it’s done to your friends
Their memories are pretend
And the last thing that they want is for the feeling to end
This house is a circus, berserk as fuck
We tend to see that as a perk
Though, look what it’s done to your friends
Their memories are pretend
And the last thing that they want is for the feeling to end
There’s a room for the trouble and there’s lovers to be had
Those walls will make sinners out of such lovely lads
Scaling the corridors for maidens in the maze
And in the anomaly, you’ll slip into familiar ways
And we’re
Forever unfulfilled
And can’t think why
Like a search for murder clues
In dead men’s eyes
Forever unfulfilled
And can’t think why
Like a search for murder clues
In dead men’s eyes
The more you open your mouth, the more you’re forcing performance
And all the attention is leading me to feel important
(Completely obnoxious, completely obnoxious now)
Now that we’re here, we may as well go too far
Wringling around in incidents you won’t forget
There’s certainly some venom in the looks that you collect
Aimlessly gazing at the faces in the queue
And we’re struggling with the notion that it’s life, not film
This house is a circus, berserk as fuck (We’re forever unfulfilled)
We tend to see that as a perk (and can’t think why)
Though, look what it’s done to your friends
Their memories are pretend (like a search for murder clues)
And the last thing that they want is for the feeling to end
Compozitori: Alex Turner.
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Last night a little dancer came dancin’ to my door
Last night a little angel came pumping on my floor
She said come on baby, I got a license for love
And if it expires, pray help from above, because
In the midnight hour, she cried more, more, more
With a rebel yell she cried more, more, more
In the midnight hour babe more, more, more
With a rebel yell more, more, more
More, more, more!
She don’t like slavery, she won’t sit and beg
But when I’m tired and lonely she sleeps in bed
What sets you free and brought you to me, babe
What sets you free, I need you here by me, because
In the midnight hour, she cried more, more, more
With a rebel yell she cried more, more, more
In the midnight hour babe more, more, more
With a rebel yell more, more, more
He lives in his own heaven
Collects it to go from the seven eleven
Well, he’s out all night to collect a fare
Just as long, just as long it don’t mess up his hair
I walked the world for you, babe
A thousand miles for you
I dried your tears, of pain, babe
A million times, for you
I’d sell my soul, for you, babe
For money to burn, for you
I’d give you all, and have none, babe
Just to, just to, just to, just to, to have you here by me, because
In the midnight hour, she cried more, more, more
With a rebel yell she cried more, more, more
In the midnight hour babe, more, more, more
With a rebel yell she cried more, more, more
More, more, more!
Ooh yeah, little baby
She want more
More, more, more, more, more!
Ooh yeah, little angel
She want more
More, more, more, more, more!
Compozitori: Steve Stevens, William Broad.
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”Caii trag, boii mănâncă.”
(Proverb Românesc)
”Am ambiţie de bărbat, ca să nu ies de sub pat.”
(Proverb Românesc)
”Dacă refuzi să te îndrepți când ești verde, nu te vei mai îndrepta când vei fi uscat.”
(Proverb african)
Like they always say
What’s good for the goose
Is always good for the gander
Oh, Sheila
Oh
Uh
Oh, baby love me right
Let me love you ‘til you get it right, mmm
Can’t you let the others be
‘Cause with you is where I got to be, yeah
Oh, sugar where you been?
Hangin’ out with your male friends
Listen, somebody’s gonna hurt you
The way you love to keep hurting me
And we sing
Oh, oh, Sheila
Let me love you ‘til the morning comes
Oh, oh, Sheila
You know I want to be the only one
Oh baby
Understand that I want to be the only man
But it seems as though it’s getting too hard
And I think I’ll start to have my own fun
Oh baby, it’s plain to see
That you’re qualified to fulfill your needs
You think you pulled one over on me
Well honey, baby, just you wait and see
And we sing
Oh, oh, Sheila
Let me love you ‘til the morning comes
(Just wanna say)
Oh, oh, Sheila
You know I want to be the only one
(For her)
Oh, baby, it’s one, two, three
I love you baby, honestly
I want to deedle deedle deedle lee
A deedle deedle loo
Oh, oh, Sheila
Uh, uh, uh
Oh, Sheila
Oh, oh, Sheila
Uh, uh, uh
Oh, Sheila
Oh, baby, love me right
Let me love you ‘til we get it right, mmm
Oh, can’t you let the others be
‘Cause with you is where I got to be, yeah
Oh, baby, understand
That I want to be the only man, mmm
You think you pulled one over on me
Well, honey, baby, just you wait and see
And we sing, oh
(Oh, Sheila)
Oh, oh Sheila
Let me love you ‘til the morning comes
(Just wanna say)
Oh, oh, Sheila
You know I want to be the only one (Oh, Sheila)
Oh, oh Sheila
Let me love you ‘til the morning comes (Oh, Sheila)
Oh, oh, Sheila
You know I want to be the only one (Oh, Sheila)
Here we go
Oh
Compozitori: Gordon Strozier, Gerald Andre Valentine, Melvin Jr. Riley.
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What if this storm ends?
And I don’t see you
As you are now
Ever again
The perfect halo
Of gold hair and lightning
Sets you off against
The planet’s last dance
Just for a minute
The silver forked sky
Lit you up like a star
That I will follow
Now it’s found us
Like I have found you
I don’t want to run
Just overwhelm me
What if this storm ends?
And leaves us nothing
Except a memory
A distant echo
I want pinned down
I want unsettled
Rattle cage after cage
Until my blood boils
I want to see you
As you are now
Every single day
That I am living
Painted in flames
All peeling thunder
Be the lightning in me
That strikes relentless
Compozitori: Gary Lightbody, Paul Wilson, Tom Simpson, Nathan Connolly, Jonathan Graham Quinn.
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I want it deep!
If you want it, come and get it!
Oh my God, turn me on!
Be cool!
Honey, you’re so cool!
Yeah! God made me cool!
My way or highway
Everybody be cool!
You, be cool! (be cool)
Everybody be cool!
You, be cool!
You, be cool!
Would you do me a favour and push me on to the next level?
Honey, you’re so cool!
Yeah! God made me cool!
I want it deep and cool
Everybody be cool!
You, be cool! (be cool)
Be cool!
You, be cool!
You, be cool!
Compozitori: Gottfried Engels, Ramon Zenker, Rene Runge, Piet Blank, Andreas Kaufhold, Toby Connor.
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Era odată un bătrân care avea doi fii. Omul nostru avea însă o fire tare ciudată. Voia să se deosebească de ceilalți în tot ce făcea. Tot ce făcea el, făcea pe dos, toate lucrurile din casă erau aranjate anapoda. Ce mai, toate din jur erau precum îi era firea.
Până și numele copiilor săi erau la fel de ciudate. Cel mare se numea Banditul, iar pe cel mic îl chema Cotonogeală.
Într-o zi, fiul mai mare trebui să plece undeva departe pentru o treabă deosebită. Bătrânul îl conduse până la poartă, îi dădu toate sfaturile de cuviință și-și luară rămas bun. Se uită tatăl după fiu până când acesta se pierdu în zare. Atunci își aminti că a uitat să-i spună un lucru important. Porni după el. Dar, după ce merse o bucată de drum, își dădu seama că nu-l mai poate ajunge, începu să-l strige cât îl ținea gura:
– Banditule! Banditule!
Trecătorii, văzând un om bătrân că strigă așa în urma unuia mai tânăr, alergară după cel tânăr, îl prinseră și-l legară fedeleș.
Bătrânul înțelese că a făcut o greșeală și alergă să explice oamenilor încurcătura. Dar cum el avea mersul așa încet, îl strigă pe fiul său mai mic în ajutor:
– Cotonogeală! Cotonogeală! Scapă Banditul!
Trecătorii începură să-l lovească din toate părțile, care cu ce apuca, pe feciorul mai mare. Și erau cât pe-aci să-l omoare în bătaie, dacă nu ajungea la timp Cotonogeală, să-l scape.
(Repovestită de Li Yu-Gi, ”Povești nemuritoare”, nr. 18, 1975, și nr. 46, 1999, Editura Ion Creangă, București)
”Broasca râse cu poftă, apoi glăsui:
– Cine spune că-i prost nu e tocmai prost și cine spune că-i priceput nu e chiar așa de priceput.
Rândunica, plină de mânie, se sumeți la ea:
– Dacă n-ar fi munții, cum ai ști care sunt câmpiile?””Rândunica gureșă” (poveste chinezească)
Zengetsu, un maestru chinez din timpul dinastiei T’ang, a scris pentru elevii săi următoarele sfaturi: „Să trăieşti în lume, dar să nu strângi legăturile cu pulberea lumii, aceasta este linia de conduită a unui adevărat discipol Zen. Când vezi fapta bună a cuiva, caută să o repeţi. Chiar şi când eşti singur, poartă-te de parcă ai avea alături un oaspete nobil. Exprimă-ţi sentimentele, dar nu fi peste măsură de expansiv. Sărăcia este comoara ta; n-o schimba cu o viaţă îmbelşugată. Un om poate părea altora prost, fără să fie în realitate. O poate face pentru a-şi apăra spiritul cu discernământ. Virtuţile sunt fructul autodisciplinei, nu cad din cer, ca ploaia sau zăpada. Modestia este baza tuturor virtuţilor. Lasă-i pe ceilalţi să descopere că ai atins iluminarea. Un suflet nobil nu se expune în văzul tuturor. Cuvintele trebuie să fie ca nişte pietre preţioase, scoase rar la iveală, dar de mare valoare. Pentru cel ce filosofează cu adevărat, fiecare zi e o zi bună. Timpul trece, dar el înaintează. Nici gloria, nici defăimarea nu trebuie să-l influenţeze. Critică-te des, dar nu-i critica pe alţii. Nu discuta despre ce-i drept şi ce-i rău. Unele lucruri drepte au fost socotite, mult timp, rele. Pentru că-i posibil ca dreptatea să fie recunoscută după secole, nu trebuie să pretinzi recunoaşterea ei imediată. Trăieşte cu un scop şi lasă rezultatele în seama marii legi a universului. Petrece-ţi fiecare zi într-o contemplare plină de seninătate”.
(Povestire Zen)
”Frumuseţea de la natură dăinuie până la moarte.”
(Proverb spaniol)
”Mutul tace, dar le face.”
(Proverb Românesc)
Listen to me, girl
I’ve been so lonely
Want you so bad, girl
I want you only
Listen, listen to me, girl
Listen to me, now
I’m thinking of you
Listen to my heart
I really love you
Listen, listen to me, girl
Listen!
Sometimes, I wonder just what she is doing
Wasting my time with her lies
I know that someday she’ll drive me to ruin
She plays around while love dies
Maybe tomorrow, you’ll see it my way
There’ll be no sorrow, only the bright day
Listen, listen to me girl
Listen, listen to me girl
Listen, listen to me girl
Listen to me girl
Listen to me girl
Listen to me girl…
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