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There are visions, there are memories ,there are echoes of thundering hooves , there are fires, there is laughter . They are watching, they are waiting , they are witnessing life’s mysteries , they are dancing as far as the sea  leading on to its destiny .

Take me with you on this journey – where the boundaries of time are now tossed-in cathedrals of the forest , in the words of the tongues now lost .

Find the answers, ask the questions , find the roots of an ancient tree , take me dancing, take me singing , I’ll dance untill the moon meets the sea…


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Ieri am fost  anesteziata. M-am lovit de toate obiectele care mi-au stat in cale . Mi-am sucit o glezna, incercand sa ocolesc o idee, mi-am curentat un cot ,( stiti voi cum e ) incercand sa infasor niste chestii organizate in stil dezorganizat ( but that’s just me). Mi-am scos ochelarii de nu m-am mai vazut si-am alunecat pe-o petala de trandafir. Pana la urma mi-am dat seama ca ma  poticnesc de fapt in niste  ganduri. Am realizat ca este *mother’s day*. Le-am lasat pe toate balta -gandurile- incercand sa fiu calma si relaxata cum recomanda cei intelepti-  mi-am dus sarbatoarea pe deck- in picioarele goale- unde asteptau ele, razand in soare  strigandu-mi : * agata-ne pe cer , acolo unde zboara Robin- sa-i vedem minunea*


asa le-am descoperit- cand  mi-am cocotat ideile in pom, am astupat gandurile cu palaria de soare , am sorbit cafeaua  cu  carte , mi-am odihnit glezna lovita de idei si mi-am trecut sarbatoarea anesteziata cu uitare : *happy mother’s day* -vreau sa-mi rasune ritmic in timpane frunzisul tau cel vesnic, femeie.

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… musicienii nu au obiceiul de as prezenta instrumentul . Dar cand *batrana doamna* e un  Stradivarius  al anului 1718 manuit de  mana maiastra a tinerei Arabella – duetul e o incantare.

*This is the old lady. She’s almost 300 years old,* said Arabella Steinbacher of her beautifully crafted violin. *We’ve been through a lot, my Stradivarius …*

Impreuna , Arabella si *old lady* si-au facut debutul cu Baltimore Symphony Orchestra in satul meu la  Music Center at Strathmore.  Ne-au incantat cu Beethoven‘s *Violin Concerto* Jun Markl, dirijorul, original al Munich ului , a condus cu maiestrie virtuosul concert.

Arabella Steinbacher, a ales vioara de la  varsta de  trei ani  si a invatat-o datorita metodei Suzuki Method  or a mamei ei- de origine japoneza .

Cu acest concert si-a  facut debutul plubic in  2004 la Orchestre Philharmonique de Radio France. A fost recunoscuta international prin participari cu organizatii faimoase ca:   London Symphony Orchestra si  Chicago Symphony Orchestra .

Arabella este un talent exceptional. Am fost incantata ca am putut s-o audiez la debutul ei in satul meu-cu acest concert- interpretat cu gratie  si rafinament.

O seara de neuitat pentru *two old ladies*

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All gave some , Some gave  all  …!

freedom is not free





In Flanders Fields
John McCrae, 1915.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields….  ………RESPECT AND HONOR !!!unknown tomb

Memorial Day, originally called Decoration Day, is a day of remembrance for those who have died in our nation’s service. There are many stories as to its actual beginnings, with over two dozen cities and towns laying claim to being the birthplace of Memorial Day. There is also evidence that organized women’s groups in the South were decorating graves before the end of the Civil War: a hymn published in 1867, “Kneel Where Our Loves are Sleeping” by Nella L. Sweet carried the dedication “To The Ladies of the South who are Decorating the Graves of the Confederate Dead” (Source: Duke University’s Historic American Sheet Music, 1850-1920). While Waterloo N.Y. was officially declared the birthplace of Memorial Day by President Lyndon Johnson in May 1966, it’s difficult to prove conclusively the origins of the day. It is more likely that it had many separate beginnings; each of those towns and every planned or spontaneous gathering of people to honor the war dead in the 1860’s tapped into the general human need to honor our dead, each contributed honorably to the growing movement that culminated in Gen Logan giving his official proclamation in 1868. It is not important who was the very first, what is important is that Memorial Day was established. Memorial Day is not about division. It is about reconciliation; it is about coming together to  HONOR THOSE WHO GAVE THEIR ALL .



the Rolling Thunder is in town






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Tom Waits | News | Southside Johnny Birthday/ Waits Red Vinyl For Holidays.

Grapefruit moon, one star shining
Shining down on me
Heard that tune, and now I’m pining
Honey, can’t you see?
‘Cause every time I hear that melody
Something breaks inside
And the grapefruit moon, one star shining
Can’t turn back the tide

Never had no destinations
Could not get across
You became my inspiration
Oh, but what a cost
And every time I hear that melody
Something breaks inside
And the grapefruit moon, one star shining
Is more than I can hide

Now I’m smoking cigarettes
And I strive for purity
And I slip just like the stars
Into obscurity
And every time I hear that melody
Puts me up a tree
And the grapefruit moon, one star shining
Is all that I can see

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