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your song - de sabrina la: 26/07/2005 22:42:27
(la: moulin rouge)
asa se numeste . your song.si este melodia lui elton john.intr-adevar ... e ceva aparte...din toata coloana sonora , si iti mai recomand sa asculti Lamb - Gorecki.daca ai ocazia sa asculti melodia , te-as ruga sa-mi spui parerea ta.
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maan - the bard's song - de Bucu la: 18/10/2009 12:28:48
(la: Conferinta lui Bucu)
una de la 40

nu poate fi decât una cu Kamelot, Blind Guardian, Queensryche sau Dream Theater, sunt formatiile pe care le-am ascultat cel mai adesea.

pun 'The Bard`s Song' cu Blind Guardian,
o piesa pe care o îndragesc mult.

de ma-ntrebai de albume, as fi pus unul singur: the wall. n-am auzit înca alt album care sa-mi fie mai aproape si nu cred ca va mai urma vreunul in urmatorii ani.
nu puteam sa aleg aici doar trei piese din el pentru ca e un album care nu se 'desface'...

Blind Guardian - The Bard's Song

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the song remains the same - de modigliani la: 11/12/2009 21:08:52
(la: radio cafeneaua)


Led Zeppelin - The Song Remains The Same
Asculta mai multe audio Muzica
Song-kul, lacul de la 3000 de metri si o prima spita rupta - de zaraza sc la: 09/07/2014 09:08:37
(la: Cu bicicleta pe Drumul Mătăsii)
http://www.diaconescuradu.com/song-kul-lacul-de-la-3000-de-metri-si-o-prima-spita-rupta

"[...]E prima data cand s-a rupt o spita si mi se pare foarte interesant ca s-a intamplat pe o urcare absolut banala, fara nici un fel de soc aparte. E prima data cand trebuie sa vad si cum se inlocuieste caci am 2 de rezerva dupa mine pentru fiecare roata. Prima grija e in schimb montarea cortului caci se apropie inca o furtuna ca cea de dinante, il pun in doi timpi si 3 miscari fix inainte de a incepe rapaiala.

Nu tine in schimb mult si cum vreau sa scap de grija cu spita rupta ies si ma apuc sa trebaluiesc la roata spate, si dupa o mica abrambureala in care aleg din greseala una din spitele pentru roata fata (lungimea difera cu cativa milimetri) reusesc sa ma achit destul de onorabil de prima spita schimbata la 3100 de metri in mijlocul pustietatii. Urmatoarea grija e gatitul si apa de baut caci nu e un izvor prin zona asa ca trebuie sa urc pana la un petic de zapada ce se vede mult deasupra mea.

E aproape de ora inserarii si la fel de brusc cum a inceput vantul inceteaza sa mai bata si atmosfera de desupra lacului se limpezeste din nou. Culorile se schimba usor si imperceptibil intr-un degradeu albastru-rozaliu, o ceata de cai se vede in departare pierduta pe campia inierbata si e atat de linistite incat parca as putea sa-mi aud gandurile. Poate atunci cand esti singur te obisnuiesti cu muzica gandurilor si grijilor tale si nu iti dai seama de ele doar atunci cand e liniste, atat de liniste cum e acum. Dar pentru a o auzi trebuie sa pui pe pauza gandurile, sa privesti si sa asculti pret de cateva clipe. Si sa fii recunoscator pentru momente de genul acesta."

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The Great Beyond - de Alina Momanu la: 29/09/2003 02:18:21
(la: Marele Eveniment)
E o promisiune, un pact facut cu sine insusi intr-o lume ciuntita in care esenta frumusetii s-a pierdut si in care numai suferinta a ramas, ca marturie ca viata inca mai exista, chiar si asa, pe dos.
Dar se va intampla la apus, martea viitoare. Nu maine, nu poimanine ci int-o MARTI, mai tarziu decat "in curand". Si apusul n-a fost niciodata simbolul Renasterii.
Va fi o calatorie aici, se va intampla Marea Trecere spre Dicolo.
Dar ...ia asculta-aici:
"Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
...We’re both of us beneath out love, we’re both of us above
Dance me to the end of love..."
Pentru cel care isi plateste chiria in fiecare zi in The Tower of Song, fericirea e "dincolo", fericirea e un sfarsit.
Metafora unui vis...
Versurile colindului - de belazur la: 12/03/2004 08:01:18
(la: Tudor Gheorghe a plans pe scena)
Colindul celui fara de tara

Adrian Paunescu


Unde-ai fi si unde te-ai tot duce
Cât ai fi de rău sau cât de bun,
Că mai crezi sau nu mai crezi in cruce
Cel mai greu îti este de Crăciun.

Când se strâng străinii pe la case
Si aprind lumini în pomii lor,
Ti se face mare frig in oase
Si de tară ti se face dor.

Cumpără-ti un cântec de pe piată
Si-o sa-ti cadă nendoios cu tronc,
Si-ai să-l tii cu tine-ntreaga viată
Imigrant and very tragic song.

Bate vântul, bate dinspre tară,
Suflă-n răni cu sare si pelin,
Bate vântul si te-nchide-afară,
Rudele in vizită nu vin.

Uite, Anul Nou cu dor de casă
Cum e ea, mai bună sau mai rea,
Amintirea-n pace nu te lasă
Pân-la comă in zadar vei bea.

Poti să tii si două, trei neveste
Stii prea bine, toti suntem la fel,
Insă tara numai una este
Emigrant atât de singurel.

Mori aici si nimeni nu te-aude
Dar visează tot ce-ti e pe plac,
Că te bărbieresti si pleci la rude
Si găsesti pe masă cozonac.

Bate vântul plin de dor de tară
Ti se face dintr-o dată rău,
Bate vântul si te-nchide-afară,
Nu stii ce să faci cu trupul tău.

Nu e mare lucru, stii prea bine
Altii mese mai bogate pot,
Dar un simtămînt e viu in tine
Că acasă e mai mult ca tot.

Din putinul lor, ai tăi vor face
Tot ce pot să fie fericiti,
Să petreacă-n liniste si pace
Să mai râdă si să bea un sprit.

Unde-ai fi si orice-ai fi, bătrâne,
Parcă dorul salele ti-a frânt,
Si atât din tot îti mai rămâne
Să te-asezi cu fata la pământ

Si să plângi când toti în sărbătoare
Hohotesc de parcă te-ar sfida,
Si să plângi durerea ta ce-a mare
Si să plângi de dor de tara ta.

http://www.poezie.ro/index.php/poetry/49624/index.html?newlang=ron
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Thanks! Nice story about a g - de relu la: 29/04/2004 22:51:58
(la: "Let it Be" de Beatles)
Thanks! Nice story about a great song.
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Hey Jude - de (anonim) la: 30/04/2004 23:32:44
(la: "Let it Be" de Beatles)
Hello Ozzy
Te intreb, daca stii, la cine s-a referit Paul McCartney, cind a compus melodia 'Hey Jude', 1967.
What a great song.
De ce nu faci o conferinta cu Beatles , ar fi fantastic.
Cu stima, Stettin.
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WAR PIGS - de Little Eagle la: 04/05/2004 12:07:57
(la: 1984...)
" Generals gathered in their masses,
Just like witches at black masses.
Evil minds that plot desctruction,
Sorcerers of death's construction.
In the fields the bodies burning,
As the war machine keeps turning.
Death and hatred to mankind,
Poisoning their brainwashed minds.
Oh Lord yeah!

Politicians hide themselves away,
They only started the war.
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that role to the poor,yeah.

Time will tell on their power minds,
Making war just for fun.
Treating people just like pawns in chess,
Wait till their judgement day comes,yeah.

Now in darkness world stops turning,
Ashes where the bodies burning.
No more war pigs have the power,
Hand of God has struck the hour.
Day of judgement, God is calling,
On their knees the war pigs crawling.
Begging mercies for their sins,
Satan,laughing,spreads his wings.
Oh Lord,yeah! "

Black Sabbath/Paranoid/1970

Lyrics&vocals- Ozzy Osbourne
Guitars- Tony Iommy
Bass-Geezer Butler
Drums/percussion-Bill Ward

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Nimic nu s-a schimbat,trecutul a devenit iar prezent.
"War Pigs",un clasic si very powerful song a fost scris ca protest impotriva razboiului din Vietnam.Cuvintele lui Ozzy exprima totul si sint potrivite si zilelor de azi in care traim un razboi pornit din interese proprii de niste politicieni care in viata lor s-au ascuns mereu si au fugit de el!
Oh Lord,yeah!

" The most dangerous moment comes with victory!"
Napoleon Bonaparte.
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LOVE&PEACE,
Ozzy




































Ode to all women - de Little Eagle la: 08/05/2004 18:51:17
(la: De ce nu sunt femeile niciodata multumite?)

" Our life together is so precious together
We have grown,we have grown
Although our love is still special
Let's take a chance and fly away somewhere alone

It's been too long since we took the time
No-one's to blame,I know time flies so quickly
But when I see you darling
It's like we both are falling in love again
It'll be just like starting over,starting over.

Everyday we used to make it love
Why can't we be making love nice and easy
It's time to spread our wings and fly
Don't let another day go by my love
It'll be just like starting over,starting over.

Why don't we take off alone
Take a trip somewhere far,far away
We'll be together all alone again
Like we used in the early days
Well,well,well darling

It's been too long since we took the time
No-one's to blame,I Know time flies so quickly
But when I see you darling
It's like we both are falling in love again
It'll be just like starting over,starting over.

Our life together is so precious together
We have grown,we have grown
Although our love is still special
Let's take a chance and fly away somewhere..."

Lyrics and song-John Lennon

Draga tty,ti-am raspuns la subiect.

LOVE&PEACE,
Ozzy






















hello,hello,is there anybody out there???????? - de Little Eagle la: 30/06/2004 23:17:02
(la: Ozzy vs LMC)
My Admin,
Ce se intampla cu textele scrise de mine????De ieri scriu,s-ar putea totusi sa nu fi fost in contact,am avut probleme cu keyboardul si abia azi am cumparat unul nou,dar si azi am tot scris de ore intregi si NICI un text nu mi-a fost publicat,As vrea sa cunosc cauza,ori computerul imi da iar probleme,dar nu cred pt. ca l-am testat si e okay.....

Astept un raspuns.
La fel,am observat ca de cate ori timit un text sunt supus acum la controlul tau de moderarare ca si cum nu as mai fi deloc utilizator ci un anonim,de ce ti-e frica?De gura mea?

Ieri de ex. am dat un interview la radio in NYC si spus atatea impotriva lui Bush ca toata America m-a auzit,l-am numit dictator si mincinos si ipocrit,fara teama,crezi ca-mi e frica de el????

De ce insa cafeneaua ar deveni o cenzura impotriva mea???Am cerut iertare lui LMC si real vreau sa stiu ca va primi textul meu,ar fi nepoliticos sa ma cenzurezi aiurea si ea sa nu stie ci sa traiasca cu idea ca sunt un magar total si ca nu vreau sa -i scriu deloc.Crezi ca e corect?

Fi te rog amabil si respecta-mi aceste doleante caci nu dau cu piatra in nimeni.
Am marturisit greseala mea si sincer ma consum,pt. ca azi sunt un om sensibil totusi si recunosc ca am gresit ca m-a luat gura pe dinainte,NU eu am vorbit ci parca altcineva.

Dar sa fiu respins nu cred ca e normal.La fel nu vreau sa cred ca sunt supus acestui control de moderatii,incat imi va fi teama sa mai scriu ceva!!!!Chiar asa ma credeti?Un total iresponsabil si ca trebuie sa fiu controlat la ce cuvinte scriu????

Chiar am ajuns sa traiesc iar in Romania de unde am plecat fiind cenzura si lipsa de libertate,sa dau peste acelasi lucru si in tzara asta considerata....the land of the free?????
Chiar asa sunteti cu totii????Atunci ia-ma Admin si spanzura-ma de un gard si da-mi foc!

Looking for a witch hunt?????Like in 1600 in Salem???O sa ajung sa urlu ca Al Gore,si chiar crezi ca ar putea fi comparat cu....Hitler????Pt. ca nu a mai putut rezista minciunilor?Sa fim corecti,cand cineva spune un adevar,mereu altcineva il declara o minciuna....Nietzsche avea dreptate...adevarul e o minciuna!!!!
Am gresit,platesc,imi cer de mii ori iertare si inca nu e de ajuns????
Va iubesc pe toti deopotriva pt. ca-mi sunteti frati si surori,asa va gandesc in sufletul meu care ...nu-i chiar asa de negru!

Pe LMC o iubesc f. mult,pe altii si alte surori,ca Belle de ex.ori Jimmy Cecilia
(Cecilia,I'm down on my knees,I'm begging you please...an old Paul Simon song+Art Garfunkel care dupa bunici e ...roman si e evreu).
Nu e ...jidan,jew,ci evreu....NU fac misto de nimeni,toti imi sunteti dragi indiferent de culoare si rase.

Nu am trimis nimic ca anonim,dar cred si sper ca vei publica curand comentariile mele.

Love&peace,
Ozzy
















































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Cezar - de Little Eagle la: 04/07/2004 09:07:23
(la: Iubirea, un "natural"? Care dragoste?)
Dear Bro,

It is VERY simple and...in couple of words I say everything using.Morrison's song.LA woman....odata am sa scriu ceva despre acest FANTASTIC GRUP INCA DIN 1967......domne,cand ascult acest cantec ori orice cantece ale The DOORS
inebunesc,gasesc in ele poezie(Jim MOrrison,un geniu),merg cu masina si oriunde merg si pe jos imi vin in minte si le cant cu voce tare...CUM NU poti trai in tine pe Jim????El cadea pe scena beat mort si plin de droguri......si oare...cine NU iubeste muzica lor???Fara Jim...NU ar fi DOORS,Fara Ozzy NU ar fi fost Sabbath,Fara Pete Nu ar fi fost the Who,Fara Keith and Mick....NO STONES...ce sa mai zic de Hendrix.......care a fost idolul atator....si din nou....intreb...I am asking a question if the answer can be sold......CONTEAZA Ca aceste genii au fost ori sunt niste drug addicts si alcoholics????Daca real va luati de ei in asa stil....sa nu ascultati deloc muzica lor!


Jim Morrison???YOU WHOEVER YOU ARE,YOU MUST BE AN IDIOT daca odata in viata ta NU ai auzit un cantec al lor(the doors)si NU ti-a placut!!!!Cine e asa NU are ce vorbi cu mine .Kaput!!!!

Asa ca inchei cu ce am zis la inceput:
"....a lucky little lady in the city of lights,
or just a lost angel in the city of night,
City of night babe.LA woman...,gimme your blues,gimme yourblueblueblue blues,gimme your blues...."""

O boy daca cineva din voi nu va place LA woman(a masterpiece...as zice...David al lui Michelangelo.dar in music...sa NU-mi vorbiti deloc de muzica niciodata)Si poate cativa stiti si ce inseamna....gimme your blues...cand spui asta unei babe.Alright now,live for today,tomorrow never comes...ascultati Doors si mai vorbim...acum alta mica poveste.....Marilyn sotia mea,care de 5 zile vrea sa ma bage la balamuc(mental institution....)
de cand iar beau cu galeata whiskey si vin....

Pete(Townshend )a avut drinking problems si aproape a murit ...in plus aproaape pierdut...familia...odata era beat mort si s-a trezit in ....sifonierul lui Mick Jagger,ei sunt mari prieteni de zeci de ani....au si avut ..ma opresc aici....!!!!!!!
Nu am voie sa spun nimic fara permisiune!!!!!!!!!
deci inchei aici,si...poate versurile lui Jim vor spune totul....

Love&peace,
Ozzy....and all of you guys and girls(I love you ALLLLLLLL!!!)JUST
HAVE A DRINK ON ME!!!Bon Scott.....a murit ca John Bonham,amandoi beti morti si s-au inecat in propia voma....va place AC/DC,cel cu Scott pana la 1980?Va place Led Zeppelin....sa nu-mi veniti cu ...."Nu stiu,N-am auzit...etc...."""Zepp NU ar fi existat fara Bonham,un drogat si betiv notoriu.....a locuit vecin de gard cu...alt mare drummer....Bill Ward(de la Black Sabbath);vroia sa-i taie bratele...pt. ca Bill era asa de bun la tobe...!!!mai va zic eu multe cand am dreptul sa le zic,okay?

Oameni ca mine...crazy...si...oare...NU avem o amprenta de lasat in lume????
Oricat de drogati si insane am fi??????????
Love&peace,
Ozzy...I gotta go to sleep...I'm drunk and make no sense of myself.....aici e 2 dimineata...









Tatal Nostru... - de LMC la: 07/07/2004 00:21:03
(la: PUTEREA RUGACIUNII)
O, Birther of the Cosmos, focus your light within us -- make it useful
Create your reign of unity now
Your one desire then acts with ours,
As in all light,
So in all forms,
Grant us what we need each day in bread and insight:
Loose the cords of mistakes binding us,
As we release the strands we hold of other's guilt.
Don't let surface things delude us,
But free us from what holds us back.
From you is born all ruling will,
The power and the life to do,
The song that beautifies all,
From age to age it renews.
I affirm this with my whole being.

Rugaciunea de sus este o traducere mai elaborata din limba Aramaica al rugaciunii "Tatal Nostru".

Gasiti mai multe traduceri aici: http://www.co-intelligence.org/y2k_lordsprayer.html
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A classic and great song. - de Little Eagle la: 03/08/2004 22:58:58
(la: Muzica)
Chiar il ascult in acest moment:

"Well I just got into town about an hour ago
Took a look around,see which way the wind blow,
Were the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows.

Are you a lucky little lady in The City of Light
Or just another lost angel...City of Night
City of Night,City of Night,City Of Night,City of Night
Woo.c'mon.

L.A.woman,L.A woman
L.A woman sunday afternoon(3x)
Drive thru your suburbs
Into your blues,into your blues,into your blues,yeah
Into your blue-blue blues,into your blues,ooohh yeah.

I see your hair is burnin'
Hills are filled with fire
If they say I never loved you
You know they are a liar...
Drivin' down your freeway
Midnite alleys roam
Cops in cars,the topless bars
Never saw a woman ....so alone
So alone,so alone,so alone,so alone...

Motel Money Murder Madness
Let's change the mood from glad to sadness..

Mr. Mojo Risin'(4x)
Got to keep on risin'
Mr. Mojo Risin'(4x)
Got to keep on risin'
Gone risin',risin'
Well risin',risin'
I gotta,wooo.yeah.risin'
Woah,ohhh yeah

Well I just got into town an hour ago
Took a look around,see which way the wind blow.
Were the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows

Are you a lucky little lady in Yhe City Of Light
Or just another lost angel...City of Night
City of Night(4x),woo,c'mon

L.A woman,L.A.woman(3x)
...........................................................................................
Released in 1971,an instant hit on the charts for 38 weeks #1,triple platinum.The Doors are:

Lyrics+vocals+songwriter:JIM MORRISON
Guitar:ROBBY KRIEGER
Keyboards:RAY MANZAREK
Drums:JOHN DENSMORE

L.A.WOMAN
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LOVE&PEACE,
Ozzy









































Hey Jude - de Little Eagle la: 12/08/2004 19:40:33
(la: "Let it Be" de Beatles)
S-a referit la Julian Lennon,pe atunci un pusti si fiul lui John din prima casatorie.Cu Yoko l-a avut pe Sean.
Da ,a great song.Poate Paul a compus mai multe ca John,dar nici John nu s-a lasat mai prejos.Singurul ce nu avea..voie decat 1 cantec pe album,a fost George,dar si cand venea cu unul(Something ori Here comes the sun),parca dadea lovitura!
As putea face conferinte in prostie cu o gramada de muzicieni ai lumii,mari megastaruri!
Am senzatia insa ca majoritatea cafegiilor sunt total plictisiti de mine si povestirile mele,pt. ca zic ca vorbesc prea mult despre mine.

Mai revin,LOVE&PEACE my friend,
Ozzy



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Manfred Mann - de Legally_Blonde la: 24/08/2004 19:18:20
(la: Muzica)
Sikelele I - based on South African Xhosa stick fighting song.

Nu stiu ce parere aveti de Manfred Mann, dar mie imi place la nebunie albumul "Plains music". Il ascult de citiva ani buni (cu intermintente, evident :-) ) si tot mi se pare "proaspat".

O zi buna tuturor!
L_B
"Garcia Márquez's Farewell to His Friends" - de Florin si atat la: 28/08/2004 22:04:59
(la: Avem timp)
Poezia de mai sus imi aduce aminte de
"Garcia Márquez's Farewell to His Friends"

Initial atribuita lui Garcia Machez, a fost o pacaleala. Detaiile le puteti gasi la:

http://www.psa-rising.com/voices/farewell/index.htm

http://www.psa-rising.com/voices/farewell/index.htm

If for a moment God would forget that I am a rag doll and give me a scrap of life, possibly I would not say everything that I think, but I would definitely think everything that I say.
I would value things not for how much they are worth but rather for what they mean.
I would sleep little, dream more. I know that for each minute that we close our eyes we lose sixty seconds of light.
I would walk when the others loiter; I would awaken when the others sleep.
I would listen when the others speak, and how I would enjoy a good chocolate ice cream.
If God would bestow on me a scrap of life, I would dress simply, I would throw myself flat under the sun, exposing not only my body but also my soul.
My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hatred on ice and wait for the sun to come out. With a dream of Van Gogh I would paint on the stars a poem by Benedetti, and a song by Serrat would be my serenade to the moon.
With my tears I would water the roses, to feel the pain of their thorns and the incarnated kiss of their petals...My God, if I only had a scrap of life...
I wouldn't let a single day go by without saying to people I love, that I love them.
I would convince each woman or man that they are my favourites and I would live in love with love.
I would prove to the men how mistaken they are in thinking that they no longer fall in love when they grow old--not knowing that they grow old when they stop falling in love. To a child I would give wings, but I would let him learn how to fly by himself. To the old I would teach that death comes not with old age but with forgetting. I have learned so much from you men....
I have learned that everybody wants to live at the top of the mountain without realizing that true happiness lies in the way we climb the slope.
I have learned that when a newborn first squeezes his father's finger in his tiny fist, he has caught him forever.
I have learned that a man only has the right to look down on another man when it is to help him to stand up. I have learned so many things from you, but in the end most of it will be no use because when they put me inside that suitcase, unfortunately I will be dying.

A Dacian's Prayer - de DESTIN la: 18/09/2004 20:34:15
(la: SUFLETUL ESTE NEMURITOR)
Am incercat sa traduc in limba engleza poezia lui Eminescu,"Rugaciunea unui dac" la solicitarea unor amici si prieteni americani.

Rog a se interveni in ajutor daca traducerea este greoaie sau poate fi imbunatatita.

A Dacian's Prayer

When death did not exist, nor yet eternity,
Before the seed of life had first set living free,
When yesterday was nothing, and time had not begun,
And one included all things, and all was less than one,
When sun and moon and sky, the stars, the spinning earth
Were still part of the things that had not come to birth,
And You quite lonely stood... I ask myself with awe,
Who is this mighty God we bow ourselves before.

Ere yet the Gods existed already He was God
And out of endless water with fire the lightning shed;
He gave the Gods their reason, and joy to earth did bring,
He brought to man forgiveness, and set salvation's spring
Lift up your hearts in worship, a song of praise enfreeing,
He is the death of dying, the primal birth of being.

To him I owe my eyes that I can see the dawn,
To him I owe my heart wherein is pity born;
Whene'er I hear the tempest, I hear him pass along
Midst multitude of voices raised in a holy song;
And yet of his great mercy I beg still one behest:
That I at last be taken to his eternal rest.

Be curses on the fellow who would my praise acclaim,
But blessings upon him who does my soul defame;
Believe no matter whom who slanders my renown,
Give power to the arm that lifts to strike me down;
Let him upon the earth above all others loom
Who steals away the stone that lies upon my tomb.

Hunted by humanity, let me my whole life fly
Until I feel from weeping my very eyes are dry;
Let everyone detest me no matter where I go,
Until from persecution myself I do not know;
Let misery and horror my heart transform to stone,
That I may hate my mother, in whose love I have grown;
Till hating and deceiving for me with love will vie,
And I forget my suffering, and learn at last to die.

Dishonoured let me perish, an outcast among men;
My body less than worthy to block the gutter then,
And may, o God of mercy, a crown of diamonds wear
The one who gives my heart the hungry dogs to tear,
While for the one who in my face does callous fling a clod
In your eternal kingdom reserve a place, o God.

Thus only, gracious Father, can I requitance give
That you from your great bounty vouched me the joy to live;
To gain eternal blessings my head I do not bow,
But rather ask that you in hating compassion show.
Till comes at last the evening, your breath will mine efface,
And into endless nothing I go, and leave no trace.

PS Thanks! Denysa, tie iti apartine ideea de a veni cu aceasta poezie pe aceasta tema.

Cine se teme de suferinta...va suferi de teama.

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Articol din "Atlanta Journal" - de (anonim) la: 05/11/2004 02:26:40
(la: Alegerile in USA)
Comentariu de Zell Miller, senator democrat din Georgia. Imi cer scuze, dar mi-e prea lene sa traduc. Enjoy.

I tried to tell you . . .
Democrats repel voters, who put faith in freedom

Published on: 11/04/04
America's faith in freedom has been reaffirmed. With the re-election of President Bush, America recommitted itself once again to expanding freedom and promoting liberty. Only the 1864 re-election of Abraham Lincoln, the 1944 re-election of Franklin Roosevelt and the 1980 election of Ronald Reagan rival this victory as milestones in the preservation of our security by the advancement of freedom.


This election validated not just freedom, but also the faith our Founding Fathers placed in average folks to navigate the course of this great nation. By weighing the greatest issues at the gravest times and choosing our path, ordinary people have again accomplished extraordinary things. With courage and caution, rather than fear and timidity, the voters chose a path to ensure others would enjoy the same freedom to set their own path.

This election outcome should have been implausible, if not impossible. With a litany of complaints — bad economy, bad deficit, bad foreign war, bad gas prices — amplified by a national media that discarded any pretense of neutrality, a national opposition party should have won this election.

But the Democratic Party is no longer a national party. As difficult as the challenges are — both real and fabricated — Democrats offered no solution that was either believable or acceptable to vast regions of America. Tax increases to grow the economy are not a solution that is believable or acceptable. Democratic promises of fiscal responsibility are unbelievable in the face of massive new spending promises. A foreign policy based on the strength of "allies" such as France is unacceptable. A strong national defense policy is just not believable coming from a candidate who built a career as an anti-war veteran, an anti-military candidate and an anti-action senator.

Democratic Party policies haven't sold in large sections of America in decades, and the only success of Democrats in presidential elections for 40 years was when they pitched themselves as pro-growth, low-tax, strong-defense, fiscally responsible, values-oriented candidates. Jimmy Carter and Bill Clinton hummed the tune but never really sang the song, and that's why Democrat prospects have gone south in the South. In 1980, the South had 20 Democrats and just six Republicans in the Senate. As recently as 1994, the Senate had 17 Democrats and nine Republicans from the South.

A decade later, the number had reversed to 17 Republicans and nine Democrats. With this election, it is 22 Republicans and just four Democrats from the South. When will national Democrats sober up and admit that that dog won't hunt? Secular socialism, heavy taxes, big spending, weak defense, limitless lawsuits and heavy regulation — that pack of beagles hasn't caught a rabbit in the South or Midwest in years. The most recent failed nominee for president stands as proof that the national Democratic Party will continue to dwindle. The South has gone from just one-fourth of the Electoral College in 1960 to almost a third today. To put this in perspective, that gain is equal to all the electoral votes in Ohio. Yet there was not a single Southern state where John Kerry had any real chance. Would anyone like to place bets on the electoral strength of the South by 2012? Maybe they should tax stupidity. When you write off centrist and conservative policies that reflect the will of people in the South and Midwest, you write off the South and Midwest. Democrats have never learned from the second or third or fifth kick of a mule. They continue to change only the makeup on, rather than makeup of, the Democrat Party.

And so we have a realignment election. For the first time, in an "us vs. them" election and in the toughest of situations, Republicans have been re-elected to the White House, the Senate and the House of Representatives. Confronting an opposition that can win a divided electorate in the worst of times and that has a growing electoral base, the national Democratic Party has a choice: continue down this path toward irrelevance or reverse course. As the last Truman Democrat, I hope my party makes the right choice but know I will not be allowed to be part of it. Such is the price you pay when you love your nation more than your party.

And so while I retire with little hope for the near-term viability of the party I've spent my life building, I retire with a quiet satisfaction that after witnessing the struggle of democracy over communism and fascism, the fear I once held that America might not rise to meet this new challenge of terrorism has vanished like a fog under the radiance of a new dawn. While the threat is still real, the shadow looming across a promising future is gone.

And the credit for that goes to one man. Like the last lion of England, Winston Churchill, George W. Bush has stood alone and risked all to give the world a new, clearer path to the advancement of freedom.

Abraham Lincoln, in his second annual message to Congress, stated: "In giving freedom to the slave, we assure freedom for the free — honorable alike in what we give and what we preserve. We shall nobly save or meanly lose the last, best hope of earth."

George Bush has injected into a region of enslavement an incurable dose of freedom, and thus nobly saved that "last, best hope of earth" — free men.

— Zell Miller is Georgia's Democratic U.S. senator.
Articol din Atlanta Constitution - de Horia D la: 05/11/2004 02:30:24
(la: Alegerile in USA)
Acest articol a aparut azi. Autorul este senator democrat de Georgia.
Imi cer scuze, am avut o zi lunga, si imi este foarte lene ca sa traduc. Enjoy, and think about it!


I tried to tell you . . .
Democrats repel voters, who put faith in freedom

Published on: 11/04/04
America's faith in freedom has been reaffirmed. With the re-election of President Bush, America recommitted itself once again to expanding freedom and promoting liberty. Only the 1864 re-election of Abraham Lincoln, the 1944 re-election of Franklin Roosevelt and the 1980 election of Ronald Reagan rival this victory as milestones in the preservation of our security by the advancement of freedom.


This election validated not just freedom, but also the faith our Founding Fathers placed in average folks to navigate the course of this great nation. By weighing the greatest issues at the gravest times and choosing our path, ordinary people have again accomplished extraordinary things. With courage and caution, rather than fear and timidity, the voters chose a path to ensure others would enjoy the same freedom to set their own path.

This election outcome should have been implausible, if not impossible. With a litany of complaints — bad economy, bad deficit, bad foreign war, bad gas prices — amplified by a national media that discarded any pretense of neutrality, a national opposition party should have won this election.

But the Democratic Party is no longer a national party. As difficult as the challenges are — both real and fabricated — Democrats offered no solution that was either believable or acceptable to vast regions of America. Tax increases to grow the economy are not a solution that is believable or acceptable. Democratic promises of fiscal responsibility are unbelievable in the face of massive new spending promises. A foreign policy based on the strength of "allies" such as France is unacceptable. A strong national defense policy is just not believable coming from a candidate who built a career as an anti-war veteran, an anti-military candidate and an anti-action senator.

Democratic Party policies haven't sold in large sections of America in decades, and the only success of Democrats in presidential elections for 40 years was when they pitched themselves as pro-growth, low-tax, strong-defense, fiscally responsible, values-oriented candidates. Jimmy Carter and Bill Clinton hummed the tune but never really sang the song, and that's why Democrat prospects have gone south in the South. In 1980, the South had 20 Democrats and just six Republicans in the Senate. As recently as 1994, the Senate had 17 Democrats and nine Republicans from the South.

A decade later, the number had reversed to 17 Republicans and nine Democrats. With this election, it is 22 Republicans and just four Democrats from the South. When will national Democrats sober up and admit that that dog won't hunt? Secular socialism, heavy taxes, big spending, weak defense, limitless lawsuits and heavy regulation — that pack of beagles hasn't caught a rabbit in the South or Midwest in years. The most recent failed nominee for president stands as proof that the national Democratic Party will continue to dwindle. The South has gone from just one-fourth of the Electoral College in 1960 to almost a third today. To put this in perspective, that gain is equal to all the electoral votes in Ohio. Yet there was not a single Southern state where John Kerry had any real chance. Would anyone like to place bets on the electoral strength of the South by 2012? Maybe they should tax stupidity. When you write off centrist and conservative policies that reflect the will of people in the South and Midwest, you write off the South and Midwest. Democrats have never learned from the second or third or fifth kick of a mule. They continue to change only the makeup on, rather than makeup of, the Democrat Party.

And so we have a realignment election. For the first time, in an "us vs. them" election and in the toughest of situations, Republicans have been re-elected to the White House, the Senate and the House of Representatives. Confronting an opposition that can win a divided electorate in the worst of times and that has a growing electoral base, the national Democratic Party has a choice: continue down this path toward irrelevance or reverse course. As the last Truman Democrat, I hope my party makes the right choice but know I will not be allowed to be part of it. Such is the price you pay when you love your nation more than your party.

And so while I retire with little hope for the near-term viability of the party I've spent my life building, I retire with a quiet satisfaction that after witnessing the struggle of democracy over communism and fascism, the fear I once held that America might not rise to meet this new challenge of terrorism has vanished like a fog under the radiance of a new dawn. While the threat is still real, the shadow looming across a promising future is gone.

And the credit for that goes to one man. Like the last lion of England, Winston Churchill, George W. Bush has stood alone and risked all to give the world a new, clearer path to the advancement of freedom.

Abraham Lincoln, in his second annual message to Congress, stated: "In giving freedom to the slave, we assure freedom for the free — honorable alike in what we give and what we preserve. We shall nobly save or meanly lose the last, best hope of earth."

George Bush has injected into a region of enslavement an incurable dose of freedom, and thus nobly saved that "last, best hope of earth" — free men.

— Zell Miller is Georgia's Democratic U.S. senator.

The things that come to those who wait are what's left behind by those
who got there first.



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