Sunday, July 20, 2014

Miles Davis - Milestones (Original) HQ 1958

« Au fondDieu veut que l’homme désobéisseDésobéir, c’est  chercher.  »

 Victor Hugo

Saturday, August 17, 2013

Stay out super late tonight picking apples, making pies
Put a little something in our lemonade and take it with us
We're half awake in a fake empire
We're half awake in a fake empire

Tiptoe through our shiny city with our diamond slippers on
Do our gay ballet on ice, bluebirds on our shoulders
We're half awake in a fake empire
We're half awake in a fake empire

Turn the light out say goodnight, no thinking for a little while
Let's not try to figure out everything at once
It's hard to keep track of you falling through the sky
We're half awake in a fake empire

We're half awake in a fake empire

"Fake empire"
 By the National.

Sunday, March 10, 2013

" You are here to watch over a heart That is broken by a word that somebody left unspoken You're the ghost of a romance in June going astray Fading too soon, that's why I say Farewell to you, Indian summer You old Indian summer " "Indian Summer " By :Frank Sinatra

Friday, June 29, 2012

Well Papa go to bed now it's getting late Nothing we can say is gonna change anything now I'll be leaving in the morning from St. Mary's Gate We wouldn't change this thing even if we could somehow Cause the darkness of this house has got the best of us There's a darkness in this town that's got us too But they can't touch me now And you can't touch me now They ain't gonna do to me What I watched them do to you So say goodbye it's Independence Day It's Independence Day All down the line Just say goodbye it's Independence Day It's Independence Day this time Now I don't know what it always was with us We chose the words, and yeah, we drew the lines There was just no way this house could hold the two of us I guess that we were just too much of the same kind Well say goodbye it's Independence Day It's Independence Day all boys must run away So say goodbye it's Independence Day All men must make their way come Independence Day Now the rooms are all empty down at Frankie's joint And the highway she's deserted down to Breaker's Point There's a lot of people leaving town now Leaving their friends, their homes At night they walk that dark and dusty highway all alone Well Papa go to bed now it's getting late Nothing we can say can change anything now Because there's just different people coming down here now and they see things in different ways And soon everything we've known will just be swept away So say goodbye it's Independence Day Papa now I know the things you wanted that you could not say But won't you just say goodbye it's Independence Day I swear I never meant to take those things away "Independence Day" By :Bruce springsteen.

Tuesday, November 08, 2011

Photo by : simo34744


by: Charles Baudelaire

HE ancient cloisters on their lofty walls
Had holy Truth in painted frescoes shown,
And, seeing these, the pious in those halls
Felt their cold, lone austereness less alone.

At that time when Christ's seed flowered all around,
More than one monk, forgotten in his hour,
Taking for studio the burial ground,
Glorified Death with simple faith and power.

And my soul is a sepulchre where I,
Ill cenobite, have spent eternity:
On the vile cloister walls no pictures rise.

O when may I cast off this weariness,
And make the pageant of my old distress
For these hands labour, pleasure for these eyes?

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

To my beautiful daughter SELMA JASMINE

The Albatross
Charles Baudelaire

Often, to amuse themselves, the men of the crew
Catch those great birds of the seas, the albatrosses,
lazy companions of the voyage, who follow
The ship that slips through bitter gulfs.

Hardly have they put them on the deck,
Than these kings of the skies, awkward and ashamed,
Piteously let their great white wings
Draggle like oars beside them.

This winged traveler, how weak he becomes and slack!
He who of late was so beautiful, how comical and ugly!
Someone teases his beak with a branding iron,
Another mimics, limping, the crippled flyer!

The Poet is like the prince of the clouds,
Haunting the tempest and laughing at the archer;
Exiled on earth amongst the shouting people,
His giant's wings hinder him from walking.

— Translated by Geoffrey Wagner

Sunday, April 03, 2011

Shajarian, MORGHE SAHAR,

Freedom for the Iranian people....

O Morning bird, sadly sing and remind me
Of my pain afresh with a burning sigh
Break this cage and turn it upside down
Wing tied nightingale, leave the corner of this cage
Compose the song of freedom for the mankind
...And with a breath, set fire to the battlefield
Of the mass of this earth
The cruelty of tyrants and the injustice of huntsmen
Have broken my nest to the winds
O God, O turning globe, O nature
...Turn our dark night into dawn…