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MEMORIAL DAY

All gave some , Some gave  all  …!

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SILENCE AND RESPECT

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Arlington

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6e4jqTF6aks

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 .

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UPDATE:

the Rolling Thunder is in town

UPDATE .

SILENCE AND SORROW

 

 

 

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Happy Mother’s day !!!!

* All day I think about it , then at night I say it :

Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing ?

I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that,
and I intend to end up there.
This drunkenness began in some other tavern.
When I get back around to that place,
I’ll be completely sober. Meanwhile,
I’m like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
but who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?
Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn’t come here of my own accord, and I can’t leave that way.
Whoever brought me here, will have to take me home.
This poetry. I never know what I’m going to say.
I don’t plan it.
When I’m outside the saying of it,
I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.*
……………………………..Rumi……………..

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Thanks  !!!

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  • Cand ploua ,                     
  • verdele crud
  • se aduna
  • din frunze
  • si se limpezeste
  • intr-o noua apa
  • verdele ud.
  • Se ridica
  • in nori,
  • plage
  • si apoi
  • se risipeste
  • in lacrimi !
  • picaturi de verde
  • tare,
  • inghetate
  • se lovesc de cer
  • se sparg in ploaie marunta.
  • Verdele umple cerul
  • si ochii
  • arunca’n soare
  • si’n  pietre
  • si’n zile lungi
  • si apoi cade pe frunze….
  • verdele ud…
  • j
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Iarna aceasta a vrut sa ma * hiberneze* pana la sunetul frunzelor.  Dar nu , nu  reuseste nici macar ea, sa ma apuna . Am infruntat-o azi . Sunt prima …..vara  mea .  Mi-am prins o  gardenie in par , m-am imbracat primavaratec , am rasucit  gandurile intr-un sal   si am iesit s-o infrunt, sfidand luna  care contine *R* . Ma placi??  Mancam seafood fara  grije !!!

Soarele stralucind printre dinti , cu-n-ras-sarcastic  mi-a acoperit  gardenia in  caldul  gandurilor din sal , intr- o suflare .  Still  feb*R*ua*R*y…are doi *R*…o sa mancam  seafood de doua  ori !

In zadar a  vrut sa-mi alunge explozia ireversibila . Am prins  gardenia   pe umar , am tras  manusile  pana la cot , am cautat surasul  deasupra , in arcuirea crengilor  si-n paserea ce -mprastia norii cu aripi subtiri .

Sunt prima…..  vara Lui ! Mi-a trebuit un lung  ragaz  de hibernare… sa-mi prind  gardenia pe umar, iar.  Nimic nu se sfarseste !  mr *R *:)

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do I have a chance of doing that old dance….

I- take- it- all -from- you-I-take-it-all-from-you-I-take-it-all-from-you….

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Tu ai un fel de paradis al tau
in care nu se spun cuvinte.
Uneori se misca dintr-un brat
si cateva frunze iti cad inainte.
Cu ovalul fetei se sta inclinat
spre o lumina venind dintr-o parte
cu mult galben în ea si multa lene,
cu trambuline pentru saritorii în moarte.
Tu ai un fel al tău senin
De-a ridica orasele ca norii,
si de-a muta secundele mereu
pe marginea de Sud a orei,
cand aerul devine mov si rece
si harta serii fara margini,
si-abia mai pot ramane-n viata
mai respirand, cu ochii lungi, imagini.

( ns)

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