Birds
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quarta-feira, 1 de junho de 2011
quinta-feira, 21 de abril de 2011
Think of me - Fantasma da Ópera
Christine:
Think of me, think of me fondly,
When we've said goodbye.
Remember me once in a while -
Please promise me you'll try.
When you find that, once
Again, you long to take your heart back and be free -
If you ever find a moment
Spare a thought for me...
(Transformation to the Gala. Christine is revealed in full costume.)
We never said our love was evergreen,
Or as unchanging as the sea -
But if you can still remember,
Stop and think of me...
Think of all the things
We've shared and seen -
Don't think about the way
things might have been...
Think of me, think of me waking silent and resigned
Imagine me, trying too hard to put you from my mind
Recall those days, look back on all those times
Thinks of the things, we'll never do
There will never be a day, when I won't think of you
Raoul:
Can it be?
Can it be Christine?
Bravo!
Long ago, it's seems so long ago,
how young and inocent we were
She may not remember me,
but I remember her...
Christine:
Flowers fade, the fruits the summer fade,
they have your seasons so do we
but please promise me, that sometimes
you will think...
(Christine vocalizes)
...of me!
Think of me, think of me fondly,
When we've said goodbye.
Remember me once in a while -
Please promise me you'll try.
When you find that, once
Again, you long to take your heart back and be free -
If you ever find a moment
Spare a thought for me...
(Transformation to the Gala. Christine is revealed in full costume.)
We never said our love was evergreen,
Or as unchanging as the sea -
But if you can still remember,
Stop and think of me...
Think of all the things
We've shared and seen -
Don't think about the way
things might have been...
Think of me, think of me waking silent and resigned
Imagine me, trying too hard to put you from my mind
Recall those days, look back on all those times
Thinks of the things, we'll never do
There will never be a day, when I won't think of you
Raoul:
Can it be?
Can it be Christine?
Bravo!
Long ago, it's seems so long ago,
how young and inocent we were
She may not remember me,
but I remember her...
Christine:
Flowers fade, the fruits the summer fade,
they have your seasons so do we
but please promise me, that sometimes
you will think...
(Christine vocalizes)
...of me!
segunda-feira, 28 de março de 2011
domingo, 27 de março de 2011
sábado, 15 de janeiro de 2011
O Pedreiro
O Pedreiro
Um velho pedreiro que construía casas estava
pronto para se aposentar...
Ele informou o chefe do seu desejo de se aposentar e passar mais tempo com sua família.
Ele ainda disse que sentiria falta do salário, mas realmente queria se aposentar.
A empresa não seria muito afetada pela saída do pedreiro, mas o chefe estava triste em ver um bom funcionário partindo e pediu ao pedreiro para trabalhar em mais um projeto, como um favor.
O pedreiro não gostou mas, acabou concordando.
Foi fácil ver que ele não estava entusiasmado com a idéia.
Assim ele prosseguiu fazendo um trabalho de segunda qualidade e usando materiais inadequados.
Quando o pedreiro acabou, o chefe veio fazer a inspeção da casa construída.
Depois de inspecioná-la, deu a chave da casa ao pedreiro e disse:
- "Esta é a sua casa. Ela é o meu presente para você".
O pedreiro ficou muito surpreso. Que pena! Se ele soubesse que estava construindo sua própria casa, teria feito tudo diferente....
O mesmo acontece conosco...
Nós construímos nossa vida, um dia de cada vez e muitas vezes fazendo menos que o melhor possível na sua construção.
Depois, com surpresa, nós descobrimos que precisamos viver na casa que nós construímos. Se pudéssemos fazer tudo de novo, faríamos tudo diferente. Mas não podemos voltar atrás.
Tu és o pedreiro.
Todo dia martelas pregos, ajustas tabuas e constróis paredes.
Alguém já disse que: "A vida e um projeto que você mesmo constrói".
Tuas atitudes e escolhas de hoje estão construindo a "casa" em que vais morar amanhã.
Portanto construa com sabedoria!
sábado, 20 de novembro de 2010
Vladimir Kush
Vladimir Kush
My American odyssey.
I was born in Russia, in small one-storeyed wooden house on the northern edge of Moscow, near the forest-park Sokolniki where in patriarchial times Russian Tsars were engaged in falconry.
My career as an artist began when I was a child of 3 or 4.
My father was a scientist, but everyone on his side of the family used to draw all the time. I remember, how in the long winter evenings I used to sit on my father's lap finishing his drawings: boy running on skis, an old man walking by with the cane...
Just then came to me the sensation of huge open spaces - I knew that beyond the nearby wood the snow-covered great Russian plain stretched on, unimpeded, for thousands of kilometers. And I conceived a dream to absorb the space into myself, to reach the edge of the earth- in the north, where the White Sea begins, or on the south, where Black Sea - Pontus Euxinus of Ancient Greeks - laps the steppes.
At the age of 7, I attended two schools, The first half of the day I went to regular high school. The second half was spent in the art classes until 9 p.m. While riding the subway for one and a half hours each way, I did my home-work for the regular school.
Art school was a world of a new inspiration. The class I attended allowed total artistic freedom. I learned much about the famous Renaissance painters, impressionists, post-impressionists, and contemporary artists. Here I painted my first surreal picture.
When I was 17, I took difficult exams and entered Moscow Art Institute.
When I was 18, I entered into a mandatory two-year stint of military service. After six months of infantry training, the commander of my unit decided that better use could be made of me painting murals and big canvases. Of course, I had to include military elements in these romantic or even fantastic landscapes. In one of those paintings, a radio transmitter was put on top of iceberg in the middle of an ocean.
In 1987, I began selling my paintings and exhibiting with the Union of Artists. At that time, I was invited to paint a series of portraits for the U.S. Embassy staff. I eventually had to curtail my work on these portraits after the KGB became suspicious of my involvement with Americans.
My father's influence at that time was enormous. He said that in ancient Greeve, art and math were considered alike. A mathematician, my father taught me that the plot of a painting must be like a code for solving a task, and as such, must crystal clear to capture the essence of a subject.
I had a successful show in Germany in 1990 with two other Russian Artists. I then flew to Los Angeles, where I had sent 20 of my recent works for a showing. This was a beginning of my American odyssey.
The dream about the wanderings across the wide open spaces, eventually brought me to the Hawaiian island of Maui - the World Navel, there the infinity of Great Ocean merges into the infinity of bottomless Cosmos. The "umbilical cord" connecting these open spaces, could be seen from windows of my shouse- it is a super-telescope through which the mankind for the first time saw the most ancient spots of our universe- places where drops of space condensing, turn into drops of time...
My American odyssey.
I was born in Russia, in small one-storeyed wooden house on the northern edge of Moscow, near the forest-park Sokolniki where in patriarchial times Russian Tsars were engaged in falconry.
My career as an artist began when I was a child of 3 or 4.
My father was a scientist, but everyone on his side of the family used to draw all the time. I remember, how in the long winter evenings I used to sit on my father's lap finishing his drawings: boy running on skis, an old man walking by with the cane...
Just then came to me the sensation of huge open spaces - I knew that beyond the nearby wood the snow-covered great Russian plain stretched on, unimpeded, for thousands of kilometers. And I conceived a dream to absorb the space into myself, to reach the edge of the earth- in the north, where the White Sea begins, or on the south, where Black Sea - Pontus Euxinus of Ancient Greeks - laps the steppes.
At the age of 7, I attended two schools, The first half of the day I went to regular high school. The second half was spent in the art classes until 9 p.m. While riding the subway for one and a half hours each way, I did my home-work for the regular school.
Art school was a world of a new inspiration. The class I attended allowed total artistic freedom. I learned much about the famous Renaissance painters, impressionists, post-impressionists, and contemporary artists. Here I painted my first surreal picture.
When I was 17, I took difficult exams and entered Moscow Art Institute.
When I was 18, I entered into a mandatory two-year stint of military service. After six months of infantry training, the commander of my unit decided that better use could be made of me painting murals and big canvases. Of course, I had to include military elements in these romantic or even fantastic landscapes. In one of those paintings, a radio transmitter was put on top of iceberg in the middle of an ocean.
In 1987, I began selling my paintings and exhibiting with the Union of Artists. At that time, I was invited to paint a series of portraits for the U.S. Embassy staff. I eventually had to curtail my work on these portraits after the KGB became suspicious of my involvement with Americans.
My father's influence at that time was enormous. He said that in ancient Greeve, art and math were considered alike. A mathematician, my father taught me that the plot of a painting must be like a code for solving a task, and as such, must crystal clear to capture the essence of a subject.
I had a successful show in Germany in 1990 with two other Russian Artists. I then flew to Los Angeles, where I had sent 20 of my recent works for a showing. This was a beginning of my American odyssey.
The dream about the wanderings across the wide open spaces, eventually brought me to the Hawaiian island of Maui - the World Navel, there the infinity of Great Ocean merges into the infinity of bottomless Cosmos. The "umbilical cord" connecting these open spaces, could be seen from windows of my shouse- it is a super-telescope through which the mankind for the first time saw the most ancient spots of our universe- places where drops of space condensing, turn into drops of time...
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