Thought of the day
“We cannot teach people anything; we can only help them discover it within themselves.”
Galileo Galilei
Photo: Adela Galasiu, 2015
Rhapsody in Blue – A Great Honour
After 2 months of waiting here is the episode where I had the honour of sharing my story too. My contribution is dedicated to my beloved father, Ioan Galasiu and to Gershwin’s beloved Rhapsody in Blue. Many thanks BBC Radio 4. 
Adela Galasiu, 2014
The Trees, Eugenio Montejo
“The earth turned to bring us closer,
it spun on itself and within us,
and finally joined us together in this dream
as written in the Symposium.
Nights passed by, snowfalls and solstices;
time passed in minutes and millennia.
An ox cart that was on its way to Nineveh
arrived in Nebraska.
A rooster was singing some distance from the world,
in one of the thousand pre-lives of our fathers.
The earth was spinning with its music carrying us on board;
it didn’t stop turning a single moment
as if so much love, so much that’s miraculous
was only an adagio written long ago
in the Symposium’s score.”
Eugenio Montejo, The Trees
Wash
God, have mercy, let it rain today,
My heart is so black, like my mind in ways.
Oh , there was a time when I could feel his taste.
His smiling eyes before me, tears down my face.
Sin for sale. Lover, will it feed your need?
Tell me, why you planted all these devil’s seeds?
What is now the truth? Can we get it back?
It’s was on the inside but you lost it’s track.
What was clean and pure is now left outside
On these paths of living we walk without guide.
What you knew and hid kills our frail tomorrow.
Bring your love back, lover, I may die of sorrow.
Bring life back, reborn, wash my love with tears
Be not scared to feel, love above all fears.
memyselfandela, January 2014
100 Words and a Kiss
“The mouth is made for communication, and nothing is more articulate than a kiss.” Dugutigui
People speak so many words in order to express feelings, yet I gave up on words when I realized that verbalization tends to often be a waste. I don’t believe in words anymore. Sure they’re beautiful, but there is a huge difference between saying and doing things. Like the difference between the cold perfect roses bought in a flower shop only on Valentine’s day and the simple wild rose picked from a fence and brought as a surprise in the evening just to steal a kiss from your lover. You see, it’s true, nothing is more articulate than a kiss.
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100 words, memyselfandela – August 2013
Night With Love
It’s dark and I really don’t care. I feel your hand holding mine and we have all we need. We don’t even talk and we have all we need. I have the taste of your lips on mine and I cannot stop smiling uncontrolled. It’s long after midnight. The moon smiles with a white powdered face glowing at us. On the way home your arm holds my shoulders and I put my arm around you. Tipsy and happy we return home. Home is a place in Heaven. We are.
memyselfandela, July 2013
” Three matches one by one struck in the night
The first to see your face in its entirety
The second to see your eyes
The last to see your mouth
And the darkness all around to remind me of all these
As I hold you in my arms.”
In The Nights
” In the nights, when I again remember us,
in the dark always and always threatened,
embraced always under the guillotine,
forever obsessed with time and night,
haunted by shadows in which we recognize ourselves,
always as in the first night of the world
and always talking about the end of love,
remembering always the seas and the sun
and always on this black sand of the night
without knowing if tomorrow we’ll be together,
always waiting for the blade of the guillotine to fall,
always the separations,
the love always threatened by others
and by ourselves,
always under this black sun
that enlightens us, when our hands touch,
always scared that our hands
will reach the end of our love
and always dreaming that we love each other without knowing
if we are the first people in the world or the last,
if the world begins with us or it ends.
Always loving in the shadow as Rembrandt’s wise people,
she who does not need wisdom, but hope
yet if we ever die, our love
will not die because of the night
but because we ourselves have threatened it too much.”
Noptile/ In the nights, by Octavian Paler
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Translation from Romanian: memyselfandela, 2013
Romanian Black & White / Alb & Negru Romanesc
Dinu Lipatti
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Maria Tanase
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“Tell me, if I would catch you someday
and kiss the sole of your foot,
you would limp a little bit afterwards, isn’t it,
in fear not to crush my kiss?… “
Nichita Stanescu
Not a single centimeter
Not a single centimeter
“And we run to meet each other
The eyes closed from talking
Free and still relaxed
And we believe, baptized on still warm ways
The night seems superior
Free and yet tense
Free and still tense
I want not a single centimeter between us anymore
A spot without shape
I want a beginning with more depth, with more background
An end without censorship
And we lie
No far from our life
Free and still relaxed
And we however love the bright day
Openly and shy
Free and yet tense
So free and still relaxed
I want not a single centimeter between us anymore
A spot without shape
I want a beginning with more depth, with more background
An end without censorship
I would like to do, would like to do
Much more with you
I would like to do, would like to do
Much more with you
I want not a single centimeter between us anymore
A spot without shape
I want a beginning with more depth, with more background”
七転び八起き – Nana korobi ya oki
If you feel you have no wisdom
Just look around you
Every creature , plant and thing
Will teach you all you need to know.
If you feel that life is breaking you
Learn to flow like the water
Learn to bend like the grass
Learn to whisper like the wind
If you want to be strong
Accept first of all your weaknesses
And be loving and wise.
Fall seven times down, get eight times up.
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memyselfandela, 2013
Zdob şi Zdub – Doina Haiducului / Doina of the Outlaw
Freamătă frunza în vânt/ The leaf quivers in the wind
Murmură apa în râu/The water murmurs in the river
Spicul plecat la pământ/The wheat spike bent to the ground
Vălură lanul de grâu/makes waves in the wheat field
Fiul codrului sunt/Son of the forest I am
Liber ca pasărea-n zbor/ Free as the flying bird
Doina haiducului cânt/The song of the outlaw I sing
Plină de jale şi dor/Full of sorrow and longing.
Puşca-i logodnica mea/ The rifle is my fiancee
Murgul e fratele meu/The horse is my brother
Viaţa în codru e grea/The life in the forest is hard
Traiul haiducului-i greu/ The living of the outlaw is harsh
Puneţi pistoalele-n brâu/ Put your pistols around your waist
Boierul la târg a pornit/ The boyar is on his way to the market
Sloboade armăsarul din frâu/Free the horse from the reins
Răsplata prin noi a venit/ The reward has come through us.
Tremură stelele-n cer/ Stars shiver in the sky
Liberă e inima mea/ My heart is free
Doamne nimica nu-ţi cer/Lord, I ask you for nothing
Decât o viaţă în şa/ But a life in the saddle
Tremură stelele-n cer/Stars shiver in the sky
Draga îmi iese în cale/My beloved comes on my way
Doamne nimica nu-ţi cer/Lord, I ask you for nothing
Decât o viaţă călare/But a life of riding.
Seara la rug, obosiţi/ In the evening by the fire, tired
Cântă haiducii de dor/The outlaws sing of longing
Laşii au fost pedepsiţi/ The cowards have been punished
Bem bogaţiile lor/ We drink their riches
Drumul omului-i greu/ The path of the human is hard
Până la ultima stea/ Till the last star
Liber e sufletul meu/Free is my soul
Liberă-i inima mea/Free is my heart.
Noapte de vis pe perdea/ Dream night on the curtain
Trasă de-o mână uşor/ Pulled slowly by a hand
Vino pe-o rază de stea/Come on the ray of a star
Dragă în poiana cu dor/My darling, in the meadow with longing
Tremură stelele-n cer/ Stars shiver in the sky
Liberă e inima mea/ My heart is free
Doamne nimica nu-ţi cer/Lord, I ask you for nothing
Decât o viaţă în şa/ But a life in the saddle
Tremură stelele-n cer/Stars shiver in the sky
Draga îmi iese în cale/My beloved comes on my way
Doamne nimica nu-ţi cer/Lord, I ask you for nothing
Decât o viaţă călare/But a life of riding.
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Translation from Romanian: memyselfandela, 2013
The Doina (Romanian pronunciation: [ˈdojna]) is a Romanian musical tune style, with Middle Eastern roots, that can be found in Romanian peasant music, as well as in Lăutărească and Klezmer music. Similar tunes are found throughout Eastern Europe and the Balkans. In some parts of the Balkans the doina is referred to as scaros/scaru.
Béla Bartók discovered the doina in Northern Transylvania in 1912 and he believed it to be uniquely Romanian. After he found similar genres in Ukraine, Albania, Algeria, Middle East and Northern India, he came to the conclusion that these are part of a family of related genres of Arabo-Persian origin. He particularly linked the Romanian doina to the Turkish/Arabic Makam system. Bartók’s conclusions were rejected by some Romanian ethnomusicologists, who accused Bartók of anti-Romanian bias. Since then, however, the similarities between the Romanian doina and various musical forms from the Middle East have been documented by both non-Romanian, and Romanian scholars. Until the first half of the 20th century, both lăutari and klezmer musicians were recorded using a taksim as an introduction to a tune. The taksim would be later replaced by the doina, which has been described as being very similar, though not totally identical to the taksim. Ethnomusicologist and doina performer Grigore Leşe, who recently performed with a group of Iranian musicians, said that the doinas of Maramureş have “great affinities” with the Arabo-Persian music.
The doina is a free-rhythm, highly ornamented (usually melismatic), improvisational tune. The improvisation is done on a more or less fixed pattern (usually a descending one), by “stretching” the notes in a rubato-like manner, according to the performer’s mood and imagination. Usually the prolonged notes are the fourth or fifth above the floor note.
The peasant doinas are mostly vocal and monophonic and are sung with some vocal peculiarities that vary from place to place: interjections (măi, hei, dui-dui, iuhu), glottal clucking sounds, choked sobbing effects, etc. Instrumental doinas are played on simple instruments, usually various types of flutes, or even on rudimentary ones, such as a leaf. The peasant doina is a non-ceremonial type of song and is generally sung in solitude, having an important psychological action: to “ease one’s soul” (“de stâmpărare” in Romanian). Grigore Leşe believes that, while scholars describe in great detail the technical aspects of the doina, they fail to understand its psychological aspects. Doinas are lyrical in aspect and their common themes are melancholy, longing (dor), erotic feelings, love for nature, complaints about the bitterness of life or invocations to God to help ease pain, etc.
Unlike peasant doinas, lăutar and klezmer doinas are usually accompanied and played on instruments with more musical possibilities (violin, pan-pipe, cymbalom, accordion, clarinet, tarogato, etc.). Also, unlike peasant doinas, lăutar and klezmer doinas are mostly played as an introduction to another tune, usually a dance.
In the regions of Southern Romania, Romani lăutari developed a more complex type of doina called “cântec de ascultare” (meaning “song for listening”, sometimes shortened to “de ascultare” or simply “ascultare”). The “cântec de ascultare” spread to other regions of Romania, with local particularities.
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Zdob şi Zdub (Здоб ши Здуб, [zdɔp ʃi zdʊp]) is a Moldovan band, based in Chişinău, whose work for the last several years has combined elements of hip-hop (especially sampling), hardcore punk and comical lyrics with traditional Romanian folk music and lyrics. The name is onomatopoeic for the sound of a drum beat. In English the name is sometimes rendered “Zdob shi Zdub,” and this is how their work is catalogued at iTunes and elsewhere. The band represented Moldova in the Eurovision Song Contest 2005 in Kiev, Ukraine and in 2011 in Düsseldorf, Germany.
Source : Wikipedia.
Bluest Blues
I throw words to the sky
ash gray
wasted in the cries of silence
deep
and alone with thoughts in night
blue
so lost and empty
in your eyes
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Arunc cuvinte spre cer
cenusiu
risipite in strigate de tacere
adanca
si singur cu ganduri in noapte
albastra
atat de pierdut si pustiu
in ochii tai
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Author and translation from Romanian: SCHTIEL, 2011
Unconditional Love
“Unconditional Love expects no reward, knows no fear, does not demand.
This Universal Language just shares Love and Peace and can be understood in the whole Universe.”
My positive thoughts for all of you HERE
The tales from the other shore
The tales from the other shore/ Povestile de pe celalat mal
by Cristian Lisandru
clichés are burning us
we forgot to disentangle life
sheet by sheet
there
in depths
boil impetuous hearts
sentenced to bypass
realm sacrificed to darkness
knights are guarding the counters
paying taxes
happy towards evening
tournaments take place in the social canteen
bulimic princesses put in pledge crinoline
that are moth-eaten
and
so
all these forests
hang sufferings on their branches
we cross an unnamed river
I sip stories
from your ankles
while a dying witch
sells second-hand curses
http://lisandrulisandru.wordpress.com/2013/01/09/povestile-de-pe-celalalt-mal/
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translation from Romanian: memyselfandela, 2013
Corner of the Loner 15.01.13
“I’m selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best.” Marilyn Monroe
“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people …
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