Winding your way down on Baker Street
Light in your head and dead on your feet Well, another crazy day You'll drink the night away And forget about everything This city desert makes you feel so cold It's got so many people, but it's got no soul And it's taken you so long To find out you were wrong When you thought it held everything You used to think that it was so easy You used to say that it was so easy But you're trying, you're trying now Another year and then you'd be happy Just one more year and then you'd be happy But you're crying, you're crying now Way down the street there's a light in his place He opens the door, he's got that look on his face And he asks you where you've been You tell him who you've seen And you talk about anything He's got this dream about buying some land He's gonna give up the booze and the one-night stands And then he'll settle down In some quiet little town And forget about everything But you know he'll always keep moving You know he's never gonna stop moving 'Cause he's rolling, he's the rolling stone And when you wake up, it's a new morning The sun is shining, it's a new morning And you're going, you're going home Cause I don't wanna be blind with temptation Dla odmiany w duszy mi gra pewna irlandzka piosenka zasłyszana w pewnym filmie będącym ekranizacją jednej z powieści angielskiego pisarza Thomasa Hardy'ego, którego twórczością zachwycił się między innymi Roman Polański, przekuwając słynną "Tess" na wielki ekran. Któż by się jednak nie zachwycał Hardym, czy to będąc studentem literatury brytyjskiej czy przeciętnym molem książkowym. Trzeba przyznać, że autor miał nie tylko dar widzenia świata kobiecymi oczyma, ale również ogromną empatię dla kobiet. "Z dala od zgiełku" od pierwszych minut zachwyca świetną grą aktorską, spektakularnymi zdjęciami, romantyczną muzyką. Dawno żaden film tak mnie nie poruszył pod każdym względem. Nie miałabym nic przeciwko, aby w przyszłości znalazł się na mojej półce. The British/Irish folksong "Let No Man Steal Your Thyme" from the movie "Far From the Madding Crowd". Lyrics: Come all you fair and tender girls That flourish in your prime Beware, beware, keep your garden fair Let no man steal your thyme Let no man steal your thyme For when your thyme, it is past and gone He'll care no more for you And every place your time was waste Will all spread over with rue Will all spread over with rue The gardner son was standing by Three flowers he gave to me The pink, the blue and the violet true And the red, red rosy tree And the red, red rosy tree But I refused the red rose bush And gained the willow tree That all the world may plainly see How my love slighted me How my love slighted me Original Motion Picture Soundtrack from the film: Najlepsze nuty oczywiście zawsze podsuwa radio podczas wypraw na czterech kółkach. Zawsze coś wpadnie w ucho. Fotel kierowcy jest jedynym miejscem, w którym zasięgam radiowych inspiracji. Poza nim w moim życiu panuje cisza, w której dominują naturalne dźwięki. Choć śpiew ptaków spokojnie możnaby zaliczyć do uczty melomana. Nie ma mnie tu w pełni, więc pewnie jestem też gdzieś po tamtej stronie. Jak księżyc. Take... cause I cannot take anymore... I heard this mantra some time ago. It touched me, but I could not find it anywhere. I have almost forgotten about it. Lately I have been quite distressed. The warlike, negative, dark side of me started to express itself. I felt bad with it. I do not like to express negative emotions, but it was stronger than me, I was entangled in an internal conflict that reflected a real conflict with another person. Expression of negative emotions became sort of a protective reflex in my case. Sometimes I could not control it anymore. I felt like a hounded animal. I cried for freedom of expression, but I felt it would be wrong, would be against common sense, would confuse and put the world and people around in discomfort and distress if I were to do what I feel like. And I would like so much to live in harmony with everyone while being in harmony especially and primarily with myself at the same time. Two things that I find so hard to reconcile in my life just as if I was born to live this lifetime alone and apart.
Once I found fascination with astrology in other people sort of irritating, but with time I felt drawn to astrology myself. To mysticism in general. I have discovered it is sort of cross cultural. Similar concepts appear in different cultures under different names. Just as it is with the concept of God which makes it easier for me to find contact with people that goes beyond religious affiliation. I was born in January in the astrological sign of Capricorn. Each astrological sign has a corresponding planet. The planet that corresponds to my sign is Saturn. The planet was named after the ancient Roman god Saturn. Saturn was a god of generation, dissolution, plenty, wealth, agriculture, periodic renewal and liberation. In later developments he came to be also a god of time. In Sumerian culture Saturn had its equivalent in Ninurta - a Sumerian and the Akkadian god of hunting and war. In Hinduism in Shani dev who is embodied in the planet Saturn and is the Lord of Saturday. His name comes from Śanayē Kramati Saḥ (शनये क्रमति सः), the one who moves slowly, because Saturn takes about 30 years to revolve around the Sun. He is associated with the crow in Hindu mythology. Throughout Hindu mythology crows represent harmful and inauspicious characteristics, both of which Shani possesses. Hindu traditions often include the worship of Shani dev in order to dispel dangerous ghosts and other supernatural beings. Worshipers also perform healing rituals and exorcisms that derive from local and regional folk traditions.* I feel strong influence of the negative power of Saturn on my present state of mind and soul. I found this mantra indeed calming and relieving from the tension that negative emotions and thoughts caused in me. Maybe you will also find it soothing. Enjoy! * Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saturn_%28mythology%29 https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ninurta https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shani Mówią, że jestem szalona, a to szalony jest wiatr...
W sumie smutne i autor słów do tej piosenki wcale tego nie ukrywa, że dziwi go, że ludzie
tak chętnie puszczają ten kawałek na weselach nie tylko w Polsce, ale i na całym świecie. Być może z tymi ślubami to jak z dziećmi. Pierwsze zawsze ma najgorzej. Drugie już nieco łatwiej, a trzecie ma jak w niebie. Być może ta zasada wcale nie jest taka wyssana z palca. Ostatnio byłam na weselu takiej jednej pani. To było już jej trzecie wesele w życiu. Spotkała chyba wreszcie miłość swojego życia - pewnego pana, w którym kochała się jako nastolatka:) Innymi słowy, chyba nie ma, co się śpieszyć. |
Hej! Mam na imię Victoria. Wycieczki Osobiste to mój dziennik podróży, spełnionych marzeń i ulotnego piękna. Podróżować można nawet w kropli wody. Dzisiaj jest tylko dzisiaj, więc nie trać czasu: "podróżyj" tak, jakby jutra miało nie być!
O mnie
Z wykształcenia tłumacz i montażysta filmowy. Z zawodu kameleon, a w praktyce przede wszystkim włóczykij z dziennikarskimi ciągotami. Niespokojny duch. Trudny charakter. Towarzyski samotnik. Poliglota, gaduła i gawędziarz. Niestrudzony ogrodnik. Z zamiłowania piszę, fotografuję i maluję. Uwielbiam podróże, aktywność na świeżym powietrzu i kontakt z naturą. Szukam szczęśliwych wysp. Wierzę, że jest przede mną jeszcze wiele do odkrycia! Oto moja bajka o życiu! WĄTKI
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Victoria TucholkaYou can change the skies but you cannot change your soul |
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