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Sunday, February 12, 2017

Creedence Clearwater Revival, Run Through The Jungle

Yes , Roundabout

Northern Siberian Folk Music (Republic Sakha, Yakutia)

Taste Of Love , Pentangle




Oh the cold wind and rain
Raining in my heart again
Never ending, but never to stay
Looking good, but standing away

Just a tiny taste of love
Clinging to my heart, so bitterly.

Once I saw a fawn on the run
Jumping over streams in the sun
I want to follow and travel her way
I want to catch her and hear her say

Those tiny tastes of love
Clinging to my heart, so bitterly.

Oh for the chance to hold her and to touch her
Feel her heart beating and pounding inside her
I love her so much.

Oh for the chance to hold her and to touch her
Feel her heart beating and pounding inside her
I love her so much

By the hedgerows golden leaves
Hide the sleeping winter souls
How I wish that the sunshine in spring
Will touch my heart and my love may bring

That tiny taste of love
Clinging to my heart, so bitterly.

between now and tomorrow

between now
and tomorrow
i am a changing
multitude

i scintillate,
we oscillate
within resonance
of  being, feeling,

with the sound
of memory, crows,
gulls, wind,
a taste of laughter

and of distant pain,
a longing for
what is lost and
for what cannot be.

between now
and tomorrow
salt on my lips,
stones in my mouth.

the soul flying
helplessly lost
in a distant sky,
we'd help, sending

tap and echo, our
hands to reach
the labyrinthic
passages of this bird

so hungry and sweet,
fragile in the cold,
we want to warm it,
kiss its heart,

it flutters so fast.
it is impossible
to separate soul
from body

and it is our learned
horror of death
that we cannot be alive
wholeheartedly.

in this we have no talent,
unlike the animals
who will not think,
how is embrace  full

and from where will
courage come, how can
we chose steps when
we are always in fear?

between now
and tomorrow
i breathe but it
is not i who breathes.





Vincent van Gogh,Claude Debussy ,Sirenes

Pentangle, Travellin' Song

jethro tull,Valley

Ian Anderson ,Panama Freighter

Ria Formosa e o trabalho do RIAS para a conservação

Portugal Selvagem A Ria Formosa, Algarve.avi

104.RIA FORMOSA.wmv

Praia Dona Ana ,Lagos

Praia Dona Ana, at Lagos on the Algarve coast of Portugal

Achill Island, Keem Bay,Ireland

Tchaikovsky ,Waltz of the Flowers

Franciszek Starowieyski, Basinski,Variation VI

words, poetry, slow morning thoughts

words....
give me this shovel,
let us dig.
would you like a cucumber
or  tomatoes?
this is  what words do,
point to food, tools, needs.
the origin of communication
going from pointing to language.

nobody can eat the word cucumber
though the word may cause him/her salivating,
anticipating the taste of reality.

so this is what poetry can do,
to make you taste reality
and approach it another way.
to re-approach being with reality,
inside. and outside.
to lose orientation and meaning
and re-create it again your own way.

poetry stands between word and reality
in the flow of imagination, the writer's
and the reader's.










Ludovico Einaudi ,Elegy for the Arctic,Greenpeace





The Guardian, polar ice

Yuri Yakovenko,Oophoi/Tau Ceti "Valles Marineris"

The sea cliffs of Croaghaun 688m,Achill Island, Irland

The little station master, 2015 Станционный смотритель ,wordless Russian a...

Pentangle , Child of The Winter

CSN ,See the Changes

Crosby, Stills & Nash , You Are Alive

Crosby, Stills & Nash , Lady Of The Island

Crosby,Stills & Nash, Dear Mr. Fantasy

Crosby, Stills & Nash , Might As Well Have A Good Time

Reinvent your Life ,Charles Bukowski



 Charles Bukowski, The Pleasures of the Damned, No leaders please

Charles Bukowski, on dying and how to write