What’s Your Version?
The “Three Little Pigs” is a fairy tale that has become very popular in our culture. It was originally written in England, the earliest credited story version being written by James Orchard Halliwell in 1849. The story appeared in a book titled “Popular Rhymes and Nursery Tales.” It is not known if Halliwell, who later used the name Halliwell-Phillipps, created the story himself or has simply passed it down from his previous generations.
Halliwell was credited by Joseph Jacobs when he adapted the story for a book titled “English Fairy Tales.” Jacobs made changes to appeal to a younger audience. In the original story, the “Big Bad Wolf” was boiled in a pot and eaten by the three pigs. Rather than end the fairy tale in such a horrible manner, Jacobs adapted the tale, so that the “Big Bad Wolf” came down the chimney and burned his tail. In the Disney interpretation, the wolf lands in a pot of boiling turpentine, but runs away in pain through the chimney.
The basic story of “The Three Little Pigs” is a tale of three little pigs who each builds a home. The first one takes little time in building the home out of straw and spends the rest of his time playing and relaxing. The second little pig builds a home out of sticks, which takes a bit longer, but he too values relaxation time. The third little pig chooses to build a home out of bricks, which requires a great deal of time and effort. He values more taking the time to build a home properly over relaxation and recreation. When the big bad wolf comes to the homes, only the third pig’s house stands up to the pressure applied by the wolf.
The moral lesson learned from “The Three Little Pigs” is that hard work and dedication pay off. This idea that taking the time to perform a task the right way has been widely adopted by many teachers and parents of children for generations. It has became extremely popular in the United States with Walt Disney’s adaption of the tale.
Here you can find Disney’s adaptation:
In 1933, Walt Disney released an eight-minute animated film of the “Three Little Pigs.” According to the Encyclopedia of Disney Animated Shorts, this short film has inspired many Americans through the Great Depression. Just as the three little pigs were able to overcome adversity through hard work, many Americans believed that their hard work would eventually lead them out of the Great Depression.
But starting from the Disney version of the story, the cinematography has continued to adapt, and it is really interesting to see how the story has been changed in time, in different moments in time and according to different trends, into:
a musical version
a reality version
an unhappy ending version
or an Italian Mafia style version.
The story has , like all fairy tales, a seed of truth hidden deep inside. And it can also mean something completely different to different people. The moral of the story nevertheless inspired generations to work hard for success, with the hope that one day the hard work will lead to success and happiness.
Yet, no matter how you look at the story and whichever your favourite version may be, enjoy it. 🙂
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Memyselfandela, July 2015
Videos: Youtube
Black & White & Rose
Everything consists of
mostly empty space
filling the gaps between
levitating particles.
The singing bird,
the traveling train,
the darkness around,
your inquisitive eye
all are mostly not here.
Could we exist
without the invisible
particle of life
that makes
all the difference?
God’s breath of life
radiates inside us
creating the moments
that touch our hearts,
giving them substance.
In a life that could close
like a dark eyelid
over all
we defy all logic
and will always remain
absolute blossom.
81 words, memyselfandela/Adela Galasiu, June 2014
Here / Aici
You can reach from your distant world
my caged sea of dreams
and my head resting on your sands, in a thought.
Hungry eyes gaze full of unspoken stories
lost in this wind, flying, diving, jumping
in this phase of time that belongs to us.
Memories, white and blue
embrace your bones, fill up my breath
dissolving in this finest infusion of light.
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Poți atinge din lumea ta îndepărtată
mare mea de vise incuiate
și capul meu rezemat pe nisipurile tale, într-un gând.
Ochi înfometați privesc plini de povești nespuse,
pierduți în acest vânt, zburand, scufundându-se, sărind
în această fază a timpului care ne aparține.
Amintiri, albe și albastre,
îmbrățișeaza oasele tale, umplu respirația mea
dizolvandu-se în aceasta minunata infuzie de lumină.
63 words, memyselfandela/ Adela Galasiu June 2014
Photo: Adela Galasiu, May 2014
Lunatic
The absolute solitude embraces the caryatids but has not forgotten the smile in your eyes.
I spend my days with my rebel freedom, with the stone kings and the frozen time.
Life continues to pulsate in the depths of my heartless veins.
On the same stairs where you were holding my hand
The rain has replaced the sound of your footsteps beside me.
Your wish for happiness has not yet extinguished my soul.
I write like a lunatic on the corner of every table I happen to find,
In the silent places where I have once been with you.
Lunatic. Yes, I am a lunatic. The absolute lunatic for loving you.
111 words, memyselfandela, February 2014
Photo: Photobucket
Be
Come back Love, I have waited for you an eternity. I will wait till I’ll have no more reason to be…
Where I sit,
my windows burst with agony
only traces left of the sunshine.
Screams of pain,
from the bleeding heart within
smoke raising
from my dying fire,
life in a crude acknowledgement
and in the oblivion of my aching mind.
but all is left is this day,
within.
What is dull for others
is a deep dive in the consciousness for me,
my long-lost confession from deserted lives,
memories filling the deep blue sea
as a storm,
scratching lines on my face
and crevasses in my soul,
harbours of quiet
where sometimes only a lost echo
still lingers.
It is through this singular beauty,
the spark inside the chaos,
that I now witness
the only path that represents
sheer living.
I am consciousness.
Hanged like a shroud
eternity awaits
the sight of a life lived
with passion,
an escape from this colourless dimension
through the fire that burns deep inside every breath.
Madness it is, yet it is life
above just a carcass, into the soul
reborn –
pure existence
erasing all negative just to give life to life itself.
When I will finally open my windows
my silence will flood the outer universes
and my ardent heart
will cast far away the song of this ephemeral moment
so that my reflected souls outside
will know that we only had this day
to be.
Thank you Andre, Vandana and Luna Amara.
222 words, Memyselfandela, January 2014
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
Did you smile today?
No matter what life has done to you remember to smile.
Not from the lips, but from the heart.
Have a wonderful day dear friends! 😀
Ela
Ich dreh mich um Dich/I am revolving around you – Herbert Grönemeyer
“When you are fishing in turbid waters and it is dripping in your soul
When all the secrets are betrayed and you feel lost
I am revolving around you, I am revolving around you,
I imagine the bad look
I will take care of your tears, i will overpass all the tortures and all the sufferings
Even when you whine and whip yourself, even when you fight, when you get ripped
When everything gets darker, i will lead you through the night
When the compass shows only heaven and hell, when your senses become blurry
When you can’t forgive yourself, nobody won’t extinguish your fire
I am revolving around you, I am revolving around you,
I imagine the bad look
I will take care of your tears, i will overpass all the tortures and all the sufferings
Even when you whine and whip yourself, even when you fight, when you…
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Stream Of Passion – Darker Days
“Alma mía,
la desesperanza
me arranca la vida.
En cada paso me clavo una espina,
cada momento enciende mi herida.
[English :
Soul of mine,
despair
rips life from me.
On every step another thorn,
every moment lights up my wound.]
We can live forever,
we’ll fight on together.
Hold on. Hold on.
We can live forever
if we never surrender.
Hold on. Hold on…
Alma mía,
nuestra causa
no es lo que parecía.
Dimos sangre y sudor ciegamente
a la voz que nos guía y nos miente.
[English :
Soul of mine,
our cause
isn’t what it seemed.
We blindly gave blood and sweat
to the voice that guides us
and lied to us]
Will we make it through these days of gloom?
Alma mía,
llevo en las venas
un mal que no se olvida.
[English :
Soul of mine,
I have in my veins
an evil that can’t…
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Walking In The Air
Come dance on countless whispers, in the pure atmosphere
High above, beyond all worries.
The same lonesome trumpet illuminates my night
Come float with me beyond all words.
I won’t forget you, weary soul
In this dimension where we found each other.
If I would turn the distance in a golden thread
It would lead me far away to the moon.
Our clay existence, the cage of our bodies are nothing
In this realm where our deepest thoughts ignite.
Sleepless nights sublimated in the dark shadow under your loving eyes
Will never ever keep you from floating in the air.
100 words, memyselfandela, November 2013
Photos: memyselfandela, November 2013
The Flower Duet
“Sous le dôme épais où le blanc jasmin
A la rose s’assemble
Sur la rive en fleurs riant au matin
Doucement glissons de son flot charmant
Suivons le courant fuyant
Dans l’onde frémissante
D’une main nonchalante
Viens, gagnons le bord,
Où la source dort et
L’oiseau, l’oiseau chante.
Sous le dôme épais ou le blanc jasmin,
Ah! descendons
Ensemble!
Sous le dôme épais où le blanc jasmin
A la rose s’assemble
Sur la rive en fleurs riant au matin
Viens, descendons ensemble
Doucement glissons de son flot charmant,
Suivons le courant fuyant
Dans l’onde frémissante
D’une main nonchalante
Viens, gagnons le bord
Où la source dort et
L’oiseau, l’oiseau chante.
Sous le dôme épais ou le blanc jasmin,
Ah! descendons
Ensemble!”
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“Under the dome where white jasmine
With the rose entwines
On a river bank covered with flowers laughing in the morning
Gently floating on it’s charming risings
On the river’s current
On the shining waves
One hand reaches
Reaches for the bank
Where the spring sleeps and
The birds, the birds sing.
Under a dome of white jasmine
Ah! calling us
Together!
Under the dome where white jasmine
With the rose entwines
On a river bank covered with flowers laughing in the morning
Let us descend together
Gently floating on it’s charming risings,
On the river’s current
On the shining waves,
One hand reaches,
Reaches for the bank,
Where the spring sleeps,
And the birds, the birds sing.
Under a dome of white jasmine
Ah! calling us
Together!”
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translation: memyselfandela, 2012
Clueso – Zu schnell vorbei / Over too soon
“I could hardly start,
Days stuck on me.
I come back
Now it’s the other way round.
Spread the sand in my shoes
In my room.
What can I do,
The memories always come for me,
Can’t resist.
I wanna get what feels good,
And that for ever.
Over too soon.
Tell me how fast
The time passed again?
I enjoy the moment.
Over too soon.
How quickly it happens
It’s impossible.
Over too soon!
I break away,
Here it looks the same way as yesterday.
I’ve got to ge away from here
I leave nothing behind.
I wanna experience more than
Only recalling.
I’ve seen enough
Who dreams is sleeping.
Today for it only counts for me
If something new is generated.
I wanna get what feels good,
And that for ever.
It’s madness,
‘Cos I can’t tell
How everthing runs faster
Nothing stops these lines.
Wanna have no doubt.
Draw thousands of comparisons.
When war the best time
Too much that remains forgotten.
I hardly dare closing my eyes,
Don’t wanna miss something in future
Wanna remain wakefully and enjoy
Don’t wanna think of tomorrow anymore
Live every moment,
Today is the day we’re gonna talk about later.”
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Translation: memyselfandela, 2012
Phoenix , the Romanian Whistle in the Sky
Phoenix – Fluier in cer / Whistle in the Sky
“Fluier in cer, noaptea e ziua-n care pier/ Whistle in the sky, night is the day when I die
Fluier in cer, liber si prizonier/Whistle in the sky, free and prisoner
Viu vioriu, singur de cand ma stiu /Alive blue, alone since I’ve known myself
Ochiul de apa-n pustiu/The pond of water in the desert
Viu si iar viu, chiar s-a facut tarziu/Alive and still alive, it’s really late
Fluier in cer sangeriu/Whistle in a bloody sky
Fluier de foc, viata si moarte la un loc/Whistle of fire, life and death together
Fluier de jar, ceru-i de cihlimbar/Whistle of glow, the sky is of amber
Lumea se lumina, din lumini eram/The world was getting filled of light, I was made out ou light
Lumea se auzea, cantec si balsam/One could hear the world, song and balm
Lumea se lumina ca si la inceput/The world was getting filled of light like in the beginning
Lumea se limpezea, se auzea cum batea inima/ The world was getting clear, one could hear the heart beatting
Fluier de vant, sunt cel mai singur pe pamant/Whistle of wind, I am the loneliest on Earth
Fluier de vant, ceru-i asa rotund/Whistle of wind, the sky is so round
Viu vioriu, singur de cand ma stiu/Alive blue, alone since I’ve known myself
Ochiul de apa-n pustiu/The pond of water in the desert
Viu si iar viu, iar s-a facut tarziu/Alive and still alive, it’s llate again
Fluier in cer sangeriu/Whistle in a sky of blood
Fluier si-aud vuietul marilor din sud/I whistle and I hear the roar of the southern seas
Fluier si-aud tipat de ne-nascut/I whistle and I hear scream of unborn
Lumea se lumina, din lumini eram/The world was getting filled of light, I was made out ou light
Lumea se auzea, cantec si balsam/One could hear the world, song and balm
Lumea se lumina ca si la inceput/The world was getting filled of light like in the beginning
Lumea se limpezea, se auzea cum batea inima/ The world was getting clear, one could hear the heart beatting
Lumea se lumina, din lumini eram/The world was getting filled of light, I was made out ou light
Lumea se auzea, cantec si balsam/One could hear the world, song and balm
Lumea se lumina ca si la inceput/The world was getting filled of light like in the beginning
Lumea se limpezea, se auzea cum batea inima/ The world was getting clear, one could hear the heart beatting”
Luna Amara / The Bitter Moon – Gri Dorian / Dorian Grey
“How much do I wish only a moment with me
Hidden from restlessness – and far away from you
A night in the clouds throws me in the mud
It’s the hate and apathy and fury which draw me back
And it hurts, and it hurts, and hurts to bury myself between you
Ashes of Dorian grey washed by the rains
I have bones broken in violet sleep
I’m a bitter moon that slowly dims
How much did I wish to make everything better
You never believed in the world inside me
I’ve nothing of my own – only a bitter moon
Boozing and the silent scream – that don’t want to die
And it hurts, and it hurts, and hurts to bury myself between you
Ashes of Dorian grey washed by the rains
I have bones broken in violet sleep
I’m a bitter moon that slowly dims”
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“Cât de mult îmi doresc doar o clipă cu mine
Ascuns de neliniști — și departe de tine
O noapte în nori mă aruncă în noroi
E ura și greața și furia ce mă trag înapoi
Și doare, și doare, și doare să mă-ngrop între voi
Cenuși de Gri Dorian spălate de ploi
Am oasele rupte în somn violet
Sunt o lună amară ce se stinge încet
Cât de mult îmi doream să fac totul mai bine
N-ai crezut niciodată în lumea din mine
N-am nimic doar al meu — o lună amară
Beția și urletul surd — ce nu vor să moară
Și doare, și doare, și doare să mă-ngrop între voi
Cenuși de Gri Dorian spălate de ploi
Am oasele rupte în somn violet
Sunt o lună amară ce se stinge încet”
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translation : Memyselfandela, 2012
Luna amara / The Bitter Moon – Albastru / Blue
The Bitter Moon – Blue
“From today I will not do anything anymore
I don’t want to stand up from the ground
I stay closed in my own head
it’s what I chose it’s what I want
I chose not to believe anymore
anything from what you allow me to see
nothing of your uniform
of your fists of your law
your beatings your frustration
breaking all on my face…
in your head I am nothing but
another minute and that’s all
you follow me but you don’t see me
you hear me talking but you don’t believe me
I also don’t believe that your gun
gives you any right upon me
and all I do is for you to be able
to give a sense to all your nothing
you’re just a human weaker worst…”
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Luna Amara – Albastru
“De azi n-am sa mai fac nimic
de jos nu vreau sa ma ridic
stau inchis in capul meu
e ce-am ales e ce vreau eu
am ales sa nu mai cred
nimic din ce ma lasi sa vad
nimic din uniforma ta
din pumnii tai din legea ta
bataia ta frustrarea ta
se sparg acum de fata mea…
in capul tau nu sunt decat
decat un alt proces-verbal si-atat
ma urmaresti dar nu ma vezi
m-auzi vorbind dar nu ma crezi
nu cred nici eu ca arma ta
iti da vreun drept asupra mea
si tot ce fac e ca sa ai
un alt motiv mai bun sa dai
un sens la tot nimicul tau
esti doar un om mai slab mai rau… ”
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translation : memyselfandela, 2012
The Bitter Moon / Luna Amara – Stones In White / Pietre In Alb
Stones in white
“I want to set on fire
my last shore when I don’t feel anymore
and the moon in black waters would be silent
to extinguish myself
carried by green waves into wide seas
alone as I was when I came.
I will pass
as if on white sheets you would close a circle
and your hand learns a different shape
I can forgive
or I can lie that one day I can somehow forgive
when all that was mine will belong to someone else
to someone else
All the white stones
gather oblivion
and all that lives gets extinguished and dies
Black oblivion covers the trace
you are blood and clay, your life is one
You could
lie yourself that I will still be here somehow
but we know so well how to forget
If you want
to throw two stones in white, not to take them
in your thought let me be nothing anymore
All the white stones
gather oblivion
and all that lives gets extinguished and dies
Black oblivion covers the trace
you are blood and clay, your life is one”
The Bitter Moon – Stones in white
Pietre in alb
“Vreau s-aprind
ultimul meu mal cand nu mai simt
si luna-n ape negre ar tacea
sa ma sting
dus de valuri verzi in larg de mari
singur cum eram cand am venit.
Am sa trec
ca si cum pe albe foi inchizi un cerc
si mana ta deprinde alt contur
pot sa iert
sau pot sa mint ca pot sa iert cumva
cand tot ce-a fost al meu va fi al altcuiva
al altcuiva
Toate pietrele albe
aduna uitare
si tot ce e viu se stinge si moare
neagra uitare acopera urma
esti sange si lut viata ta-i una
Ai putea
sa te minti ca voi fi tot aici cumva
dar stim atat de bine sa uitam.
Daca vrei
doua pietre-n alb s-arunci nu sa le iei
in gandul tau sa nu mai fiu nimic.
Toate pietrele albe
aduna uitare
si tot ce e viu se stinge si moare
neagra uitare acopera urma
esti sange si lut, viata ta-i una.”
Luna Amara – Pietre in alb
Helene Segara – Elle Tu L’Aimes / You love her
“You love her
So strong, so strong
And me in full summer
I’m freezing…”
Lana Del Rey – Blue Jeans
” Blue jeans, White shirt
Walked into the room you know you made my eyes burn
It was like James Dean, for sure
You so fresh to death & sick as ca-cancer
You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop
But you fit me better than my favorite sweater, and I know
That love is mean, and love hurts
But I still remember that day we met in December, oh baby!
I will love you till the end of time
I would wait a million years
Promise you’ll remember that you’re mine
Baby can you see through the tears?
Love you more
Than those bitches before
Say you’ll remember, oh baby, say you’ll remember
I will love you till the end of time
Big dreams, gangster
Said you had to leave to start your life over
I was like: “no please, stay here,”
We don’t need no money we can make it all work
But he headed out on Sunday, said he’d come home Monday
I stayed up waitin’, anticipatin’ and pacin’ but he was
Chasing paper
“Caught up in the game” that was the last I heard
I will love you till the end of time
I would wait a million years
Promise you’ll remember that you’re mine
Baby can you see through the tears?
Love you more
Than those bitches before
Say you’ll remember, oh baby, say you’ll remember
I will love you till the end of time
You went out every night
And baby that’s alright
I told you that no matter what you did I’d be by your side
Cause Ima ride or die
Whether you fail or fly
Well shit, at least you tried.
But when you walked out that door, a piece of me died
I told you I wanted more-but that not what I had in mind
I just want it like before
We were dancin’ all night
Then they took you away- stole you out of my life
You just need to remember…
I will love you till the end of time
I would wait a million years
Promise you’ll remember that you’re mine
Baby can you see through the tears?
Love you more
Than those bitches before
Say you’ll remember, oh baby, say you’ll remember
I will love you till the end of time”
Lana Del Rey – Jump
Music Video for the Lana Del Rey track “Jump” (This track is not included on her new album, but I think its one of her better ones)
Think twice
If you feel that your life is hard, that your destiny was not fair, that you are unhappy… just watch this video and think twice.
The tamed fox story
There was once a little fox that got rescued from a fur farm…
Little scared soul with red fur and a fast beating heart…
She grew up being loved and she became playful like a cat…
Vixey is a beauty… Her wonderful fur , her tenderness and the way she plays make her adoptive family very happy…
This is one of the very rare real happy-end stories. 🙂
memyselfandela 