”Astfel, tipul acesta dispare bucuros într-un nor de neînţelegeri, care devine cu atît mai dens cu cât mai mult încearcă să-şi ia, spre compensare, cu ajutorul funcţiilor sale slab diferenţiate, masca unei anumite urbanităţi, care e însă în cel mai strident contrast cu adevărata sa natură.”
Carl Gustav Jung, ”Puterea sufletului”
”Despre tipurile psihologice”, cap. ”Tipul introvertit”, subcap. ”Tipul gândire introvertită”
”La Isla Bonita”
Melodie de: Madonna
¿Cómo puede ser verdad?
Last night I dreamt of San Pedro
Just like I’d never gone, I knew the song
A young girl with eyes like the desert
It all seems like yesterday, not far away
Tropical the island breeze
All of nature wild and free
This is where I long to be
La isla bonita
And when the samba played
The sun would set so high
Ring through my ears and sting my eyes
Your Spanish lullaby
I fell in love with San Pedro
Warm wind carried on the sea, he called to me
Te dijo te amo
I prayed that the days would last
They went so fast
Tropical the island breeze
All of nature wild and free
This is where I long to be
La isla bonita
And when the samba played
The sun would set so high
Ring through my ears and sting my eyes
Your Spanish lullaby
I want to be where the sun warms the sky
When it’s time for siesta you can watch them go by
Beautiful faces, no cares in this world
Where a girl loves a boy, and a boy loves a girl
Last night I dreamt of San Pedro
It all seems like yesterday, not far away
Tropical the island breeze
All of nature wild and free
This is where I long to be
La isla bonita
And when the samba played
The sun would set so high
Ring through my ears and sting my eyes
Your Spanish lullaby
Tropical the island breeze
All of nature wild and free
This is where I long to be
La isla bonita
And when the samba played
The sun would set so high
Ring through my ears and sting my eyes
Your Spanish lullaby
La la la la la la la
Te dijo te amo
La la la la la la la
Él dijo que te ama
La isla bonita
Compozitori: Madonna, Patrick Leonard, Bruce Gaitsch.
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”Omnia Sol temperat”, (I. ”Primo vere”)
Latin
[Solo per Baritono]
Omnia Sol temperat
purus et subtilis,
novo mundo reserat
faciem Aprilis;
ad Amorem properat
animus herilis
et iocundis imperat
deus puerilis.
Rerum tanta novitas
in solemni vere
et veris auctoritas
iubet nos gaudere;
vias prebet solitas,
et in tuo vere
fides est et probitas
tuum retinere.
Ama me fideliter!
Fidem meam nota:
de corde totaliter
et ex mente tota
sum presentialiter
absens in remota.
Quisquis amat taliter,
volvitur in rota.
English
[Baritone soloist]
The sun warms everything,
pure and gentle,
once again it reveals to the world
April’s face,
the soul of man
is urged towards love
and joys are governed
by the boy-god.
All this rebirth
in spring’s festivity
and spring’s power
bids us to rejoice;
it shows us paths we know well,
and in your springtime
it is true and right
to keep what is yours.
Love me faithfully!
See how I am faithful:
with all my heart
and with all my soul
I am with you
even when I am far away.
Whoever loves this much
turns on the wheel.
Compozitor: Carl Orff
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”Eşti prea generos pentru a mă lua în râs. Dacă sentimentele tale sunt încă aşa cum erau în ultima lună aprilie, spune-mi asta de îndată. Simţămintele şi dorinţele mele sunt neschimbate, însă o singură vorba a ta mă va amuţi pe acest subiect pentru totdeauna.”
Jane Austen
”Când te simţi lovit, apăsat de viaţă, trebuie mai ales atunci să-ţi îndrepţi ochii spre zona solară a speciei: să asculţi muzică, să reciteşti o poezie, să te uiţi la un tablou. Dintr-o dată, simţi cum, de la nivelul râmei, fiinţa ta se ridică pe verticala piscului.”
Ileana Vulpescu
This Romeo is bleeding
But you can’t see his blood
It’s nothing but some feelings
That this old dog kicked up
It’s been raining since you left me
Now I’m drowning in the flood
You see, I’ve always been a fighter
But without you, I give up
I can’t sing a love song
Like the way it’s meant to be
Well, I guess I’m not that good anymore
But baby, that’s just me
And I will love you, baby, always
And I’ll be there forever and a day, always
I’ll be there ‘til the stars don’t shine
‘Til the heavens burst and the words don’t rhyme
And I know when I die, you’ll be on my mind
And I’ll love you, always
Now your pictures that you left behind
Are just memories of a different life
Some that made us laugh, some that made us cry
One that made you have to say goodbye
What I’d give to run my fingers through your hair
To touch your lips, to hold you near
When you say your prayers, try to understand
I’ve made mistakes, I’m just a man
When he holds you close, when he pulls you near
When he says the words you’ve been needing to hear
I wish I was him
With these words of mine
To say to you ‘til the end of time
That I will love you baby, always
And I’ll be there forever and a day, always
If you told me to cry for you, I could
If you told me to die for you, I would
Take a look at my face
There’s no price I won’t pay
To say these words to you
Well, there ain’t no luck
In these loaded dice
But baby, if you give me just one more try
We can pack up our old dreams
And our old lives
We’ll find a place where the sun still shines
And I will love you, baby, always
And I’ll be there forever and a day, always
I’ll be there ‘til the stars don’t shine
‘Til the heavens burst and the words don’t rhyme
I know when I die, you’ll be on my mind
And I’ll love you, always
Always, always
Compozitori: Jon Bon Jovi.
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“Some cats are angry at being called cats. To achieve peace with them, never call them by their real name”
Bangambiki Habyarimana, The Great Pearl of Wisdom
”Vacă pe vacă se linge şi porc pe porc se scarpină.”
(Proverb românesc)
”Prisos de strălucire eu lumii n-am adus.
Tot ce mă înconjoară – de mine-i mai presus.
Nedumerit şi singur mă-ntreb neîncetat:
De ce-am venit pe lume? De ce sunt alungat?”Omar Khayyam, ”Nimicnicia şi absurdul vieţii” (fragment)
”Glasul plăcerei dulce iubit
Cheamă gândirea pe a mea frunte,
Ce zboară tainic ca şi o luntre
În oceànu-i nemărginit.
Stelele toate angeli îi par,
Angeli cu aripi strălucitoare,
A căror inimi tremurătoare
Candele d-aur nouă mi-apar.
Falnică-i pare legea Creării,
Lumi ce de focuri în lumi înot,
Candeli aprinse lui Zebaot,
Ce ard topirei şi re’nvierei.
Dar mai puternic, mai nalt, mai dulce
Îi pare legea de a iubi,
Fără ea nu e de a trăi,
Fără ea omul ca stins se duce.
De-aceea nu voi ca eu să fiu:
Pală idee-a Dumnezeirei,
Şotă copilă a nesimţirei,
Foc mort ce pare a arde viu.
Ci voi să-mi caut pe-ntinsa lume
O frunte albă să o desmierd
Şi-n ea gândirea mea să o pierd,
Cum pierde-un èco pribeagul nume.
Să-ncunun capul unui iubit
Cu vise d-aur în rai ţesute,
Până ce ginii necunoscute
Mi-ar rumpe lanţul d-a fi trăit.”Mihai Eminescu, ”Phylosophia copilei”
“Don’t compare the size of your roof with the size of the sky.”
Amit Kalantri, ”Wealth of Words”
”Numai un pic nu-i bine şi iară-i rău.”
(Proverb)
It was Cinco de Mayo
Pillow case on his head
No more breathing time
An ambulance sped
Sped ‘round ever corner
Calling out his name
Shot a rabbit from the back seat window
Sat and watched the summer corn grow
Ate ice cream in a desert dream
And got lost in father’s singing
Too hot inside
Too hot outside
Lazy days when I said let’s go for a ride
We’ll sail on Spirit Lake
Me, my pappy, and his lemonade
Tim and Tina were my parents’ names
They got engaged
They were inflamed
Seduced by the light of butterflies
How they shimmer, how they glimmer
Those butterflies
We seven kids
We almost died
Nearly put to death
By lightening strikes
Instead there was hot, pink
Flashes in the sky
We climbed the rocks, in snow and rain
In search of magic powers
To heal our mother’s pain
Shot a rabbit from the back seat window
Sat and watched the summer corn grow
Ate ice-cream in a desert dream
And got love in father’s singing
Too hot inside, to hot outside
Lazy days when I said let’s go for a ride
We’ll sail on Spirit Lake
Me, my pappy, and his Lemonade
Shot a rabbit from the back seat window
Sat and watched the summer corn grow
Ate ice-cream in a desert dream
And got love in father’s singing
Too hot inside, to hot outside
Lazy days when I said let’s go for a ride
We’ll sail on Spirit Lake
Me, my pappy, and his Lemonade
Compozitori: Bianca Casady, Sierra Casady, Gael Rakotondrabe.
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”It doesn’t hurt me
Do you wanna feel how it feels?
Do you want to know-know that it doesn’t hurt me?
Do you wanna hear about the deal I’m making?
You, it’s you and me
And if I only could, I’d make a deal with God
And I’d get Him to swap our places
Be running up that road, be running up that hill
Be running up that building
Say if I only could, oh
You don’t wanna hurt me
But see how deep the bullet lies
Unaware, I’m tearing you asunder
Oh, there is thunder in our hearts
Is there so much hate for the ones we love?
Oh, tell me we both matter, don’t we?
You, it’s you and me
It’s you and me, you won’t be unhappy
And if I only could, I’d make a deal with God
And I’d get Him to swap our places
Be running up that road, be running up that hill
Be running up that building
Say if I only could, oh
You, it’s you and me
It’s you and me, you won’t be unhappy
Come on baby, come on darling
Let me steal this moment from you now
Come on angel, come on, come on darling
Let’s exchange the experience, oh
If I only could, I’d make a deal with God
And I’d get Him to swap our places
And be running up that road, be running up that hill
With no problems
Say if I only could, I’d make a deal with God
And I’d get Him to swap our places
Be running up that road, be running up that hill
With no problems
Say if I only could, I’d make a deal with God
And I’d get Him to swap our places
And be running up that road, be running up that hill
With no problems
Say if I only could
Be running up that hill
With no problems
If I only could, I’d be running out that hill
If I only could, I’d be running out that hill.”
Songwriters: Kate Bush.
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“Rise-up before you die sleeping”
Samuel Asumadu-Sarkodie