La Foule
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rbsl5_203Ms
translation:
I re-examine the city celebrates some and is delirious about it
Suffocating under the sun and the joy
And I hear in the music the cries, the laughter
Who burst and rebound around me
And lost among these people who hustle me
Dazed, disabled, I remain there
When suddenly, I am turned over, it moves back myself,
And crowd comes to throw me between her arms…
Carried by the crowd which trails us
Us involves
Crushed one against the other
We form one body
And the flood without effort
Us pushes, connected one and the other
And leaves us both
Opened out, enivrés and happy.
Involved by the crowd which springs
And which dances
An insane farandole
Our two hands remain welded
And sometimes raised
Our two intertwined bodies fly away
And both fall down
Opened out, enivrés and happy…
And joy splashed by its smile
Transpierce me and flashes back at the bottom of me
But suddenly I push a cry among the laughter
When crowd comes to tear off it among my arms…
Carried by the crowd which trails us
Us involves
Us moves away one from the other
I fight and I debates
But the sound of its voice
Choke yourself in the laughter of the others
And I shout of pain, fury and rage
And I cry…
Involved by the crowd which springs
And which dances
An insane farandole
I am carried with far
And I contract my fists, cursing the crowd which steals me
The man that it had given me
And that I never found…
Labels: music
look and yearn
" Prayer is not asking. It is a longing of the soul...it is better in prayer to have a heart without words, than words without a heart"
- Mahtama Ghandi
The politics of interpretation
This is a quote by a Saudi Prince interviewed by an English magazine, possibly Tattler. I apologize for I can't seem to recall the name of the Prince. Nevertheless, O3bal our Royality giving a clever critique of our own country.
" There's probably a degree of truth to both interpretations, although in their defence, King Fahd was genuinely keen on promoting cultural activities and Prince AbdulAziz has real fondness of Islamic architecture. You see, there are degrees of truth to all the stock/shock portraits of Modern Arabia. Veiled women swathed in black abayas: victims or traditionalists? The entire country stopping Five times a day for prayers: devotion or ostentation? the Bedoiun-meets-Balenciaga shopping culture: trashy or trendy? Interpretation is a matter of politics."
end quote.
U plavu Zoru (In the blue dawn)
One of Pink Martini's soulful music. U plavu Zoru is Croatian for In the blue dawn. highly recommend listening to it.
Tiha noc Silent night
Sjene su u bijegu The shadows are on the run
Ja cujem zvuk I hear a sound
Sta blize zove me That's calling me nearer
U plavu zoru In the blue dawn
Sa svjetlom tu With the light here
Na moja vrata On my door
Ti stizes You arrive
Naci ces You will find
Praznu postelju moju My empty bed
Dok vlak nosi While a train carries
Me daleko Me far away