Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Letra y música :El Violín de Becho de Alfredo Zitarrosa

El violín de Becho - Alfredo Zitarrosa

El Violín de Becho
Alfredo Zitarrosa

Becho toca el violín en la orquesta
Cara de chiquilín sin maestra
Y la orquesta no sirve no tiene
Mas que un solo violín que le duele.

Porque a becho le duelen violines
Que son como su amor chiquilines
Becho quiere un violín que sea hombre
Que al dolor y al amor no los nombre.

Becho tiene un violín que no ama
Pero siente que el violín lo llama
Por las noches como arrepentido
Vuelve a amar ese triste sonido.

Mariposa marrón de madera
Niño violín que se desespera
Cuando becho lo toca y se calma
Queda el violín sonando en su alma.

Vida y muerte, violín, padre y madre
Canta el violín y becho es el aire
Ya no puede tocar en la orquesta
Porque amar y cantar eso cuesta.

El violín de Becho-Soledad Bravo

Saturday, September 27, 2014

The Breath of the Soul: Reflections on Prayer:On Prayer by Kahlil Gibran*The Universal Prayer By Alexander Pope*Praying by Mary Oliver

Agnus Dei( instrumental)

On Prayer
Kahlil Gibran

You pray in your distress and in your need;
would that you might pray also in the fullness
of your joy and in your days of abundance.

For what is prayer but the expansion
of yourself into the living ether?

And if it is for your comfort to pour your darkness into space, it is also for your delight to pour forth the dawning of your heart.

And if you cannot but weep when your soul summons you to prayer, she should spur you again and yet again, though weeping, until you shall come laughing.

When you pray you rise to meet in the air those who are praying at that very hour,and whom save in
prayer you may not meet.

Therefore let your visit to that temple invisible
be for naught but ecstasy and sweet communion.

For if you should enter the temple for no other
purpose than asking you shall not receive:
And if you should enter into it to humble yourself you shall not be lifted: Or even if you should enter into it to beg for the good of others you shall not be heard.
It is enough that you enter the temple invisible.

I cannot teach you how to pray in words.
God listens not to your words save when
He Himself utters them through your lips.
And I cannot teach you the prayer of the seas
and the forests and the mountains.
But you who are born of the mountains and the forests
and the seas can find their prayer in your heart,

And if you but listen in the stillness of the night
you shall hear them saying in silence,

"Our God, who art our winged self,
it is thy will in us that willeth.
It is thy desire in us that desireth.
It is thy urge in us that would turn our nights,
which are thine,into days which are thine also.

We cannot ask thee for aught,for thou knowest
our needs before they are born in us:
Thou art our need; and in giving us more
of thyself thou givest us all.

The Universal Prayer

Father of all! in every age,
In every clime adored,
By saint, by savage, and by sage,
Jehovah, Jove, or Lord!

Thou Great First Cause, least understood:
Who all my sense confined
To know but this—that thou art good,
And that myself am blind:

Yet gave me, in this dark estate,
To see the good from ill;
And binding Nature fast in fate,
Left free the human will.

What conscience dictates to be done,
Or warns me not to do,
This, teach me more than Hell to shun,
That, more than Heaven pursue.

What blessings thy free bounty gives,
Let me not cast away;
For God is paid when man receives,
To enjoy is to obey.

Yet not to earth’s contracted span,
Thy goodness let me bound,
Or think thee Lord alone of man,
When thousand worlds are round:

Let not this weak, unknowing hand
Presume thy bolts to throw,
And deal damnation round the land,
On each I judge thy foe.

If I am right, thy grace impart,
Still in the right to stay;
If I am wrong, oh teach my heart
To find a better way.

Save me alike from foolish pride,
Or impious discontent,
At aught thy wisdom has denied,
Or aught thy goodness lent.

Teach me to feel another’s woe,
To hide the fault I see;
That mercy I to others show,
That mercy show to me.

Mean though I am, not wholly so
Since quickened by thy breath;
Oh lead me wheresoe’er I go,
Through this day’s life or death.

This day, be bread and peace my lot:
All else beneath the sun,
Thou know’st if best bestowed or not,
And let thy will be done.

To thee, whose temple is all space,
Whose altar, earth, sea, skies!
One chorus let all being raise!
All Nature’s incense rise!

Mary Oliver

It doesn’t have to be
the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just
pay attention, then patch

a few words together and don’t try
to make them elaborate, this isn’t
a contest but the doorway

into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Renacimiento de Antonio Machado

Antonio Machado

Galerías del alma... ¡El alma niña!
Su clara luz risueña;
y la pequeña historia,
y la alegría de la vida nueva...
¡Ah, volver a nacer, y andar camino,
ya recobrada la perdida senda!
Y volver a sentir en nuestra mano
aquel latido de la mano buena
de nuestra madre... Y caminar en sueños
por amor de la mano que nos lleva.

En nuestras almas todo
por misteriosa mano se gobierna.
Incomprensibles, mudas,
nada sabemos de las almas nuestras.
Las más hondas palabras
del sabio nos enseñan
lo que el silbar del viento cuando sopla
o el sonar de las aguas cuando ruedan.

Doch heute zu sein… Khalil Gibran

Doch heute zu sein…
Khalil Gibran

weise sein,wenn auch vertraut mit der Torheit;

stark sein, aber nicht zum Schaden des Schwachen;

mit den Kindern spielen,aber nicht als ihre Väter, sondern als ihre Kameraden,die ihre Spiele lernen wollen;

einfach und offen sein mit den Alten und mit ihnen im Schatten betagter Eichen sitzen,obgleich ihr selber im Frühling eures Lebens steht;

einen Dichter suchen,auch wenn er hinter sieben Flüssen wohnt, und in seiner Gesellschaft Frieden zu finden, wunschlos, ohne Zweifel und ohne Frage auf den Lippen. ;

wissen, daß der Heilige und der Sündige Zwillingsbrüder sind, deren Vater unser Barmherziger König ist, und daß der eine nur kurz vor dem anderen geboren wurde, weshalb wir ihn als Kronprinzen betrachten;

der Schönheit folgen, auch wenn sie zum Rande des Abgrunds führt; und wenn sie Flügel hat, ihr aber ohne Flügel seid, ihr folgen, auch wenn sie über den Abgrund geht, denn wo keine Schönheit ist, da gibt es nichts;

ein Garten sein ohne Mauern, ein Weinberg ohne Wächter, eine Schatzkammer, immer offen stehend für Besucher;

auch wenn man betrogen, bestohlen und ausgenutzt, ja, getäuscht, irregeführt und bespottet wird, trotz allem von der Höhe eures grösseren Ichs herabzuschauen und zu lächeln in der festen Überzeugung, dass es einen Frühling für euren Garten geben wird, der in euren Blättern tanzen wird, sowie einen Herbst, der eure Reben reifen lässt.

wissen,daß ihr nur ein Fenster nach Osten öffnen müßt, um niemals allein zu sein, und wissen, daß alle, die für Übeltäter und Räuber gehalten werden, eure Brüder in der Not sind, die ihr braucht, und daß ihr selbst all das seid in den Augen der seligen Bewohner der Unsichtbaren Stadt jenseits von uns.

Und nun sage ich euch, deren Hände all jene Dinge finden und formen, die nötig sind für unser Wohlergehen bei Tag und bei Nacht: Zu sein bedeutet,
ein Weber zu sein mit sehenden Fingern, ein Baumeister, der Licht und Raum beachtet, ein Bauer, dem bewusst ist, dass er mit jedem Samenkorn einen Schatz vergräbt; ein Fischer und Jäger zu sein mit Mitgefühl für den Fisch und das Wild, aber mit noch grösserem Erbarmen über den Hunger des Menschen.

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Your Questioning Eyes by Rabindranath Tagore

The Gardener XXVIII: Your Questioning Eyes
Rabindranath Tagore

Your questioning eyes are sad. They
seek to know my meaning as the moon
would fathom the sea.
I have bared my life before your
eyes from end to end, with nothing
hidden or held back. That is why you
know me not.

If it were only a gem, I could break
it into a hundred pieces and string
them into a chain to put on your neck.
If it were only a flower, round and
small and sweet, I could pluck it from
its stem to set it in your hair.

But it is a heart, my beloved.
Where are its shores and its bottom?
You know not the limits of this
kingdom, still you are its queen.
If it were only a moment of pleasure
it would flower in an easy smile, and
you could see it and read it in a

If it were merely a pain it would
melt in limpid tears, reflecting its
inmost secret without a word.
But it is love, my beloved.
Its pleasure and pain are boundless,
and endless its wants and wealth.
It is as near to you as your life, but
you can never wholly know it.

The struggle of Convictions by friedrich nietzsche

It is not the struggle of opinions that has made history so violent, but rather the struggle of belief in opinions, that is, the struggle of convictions.

Convictions are more dangerous enemies of truth than lies. Friedrich Nietzsche

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

From"Cry Out In Your Weakness" by Rumi

Sergei Trofanov-L'aube (Dawn)


A dragon was pulling a bear into its terrible mouth
A courageous man went and rescued the bear.
There are such helpers in the world, who rush to save
anyone who cries out. Like mercy itself,
they run toward the screaming.
And they can’t be bought off.

If you were to ask one of those, “Why did you come
so quickly?” he or she would say,
“Because I heard your helplessness.”
Where lowland is,that’s where water goes.
All medicine wants is pain to cure.

And don’t just ask for one mercy.
Let them flood in. Let the sky open under your feet.
Take the cotton out of your ears, the cotton
of consolations, so you can hear the sphere-music.

Tear the binding from around the foot
of your soul, and let it race around the track
in front of the crowd. Loosen the knot of greed
so tight on your neck. Accept your new good luck.
Give your weakness
to one who helps.

Crying out loud and weeping are great resources.
A nursing mother, all she does
is wait to hear her child.
Just a little beginning-whimper,
and she’s there.

God created the child, that is, your wanting,
so that it might cry out, so that milk might come.
Cry out! Don’t be stolid and silent
with your pain. Lament! And let the milk
of loving flow into you.

The hard rain and wind
are ways the cloud has
to take care of us.
Be patient.

Respond to every call
that excites your spirit.
Ignore those that make you fearful
and sad, that degrade you
back toward disease and death.

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Chère Louise - Georges Delerue

Become a Child Again by Osho

Become a Child Again

The child never dies in anyone. It is not that the child dies when you grow, the child remains. Everything that you have been is still within you, and will remain within you until your very last breath.

But society is always afraid of nonserious people. Nonserious people will not be ambitious for money, or political power; they would rather enjoy existence. But enjoying existence cannot bring you prestige, cannot make you powerful, cannot fulfill your ego; and the whole world of man revolves around the idea of the ego. Playfulness is against your ego -- you can try it and see. Just play with children, and you will find your ego is disappearing, you will find that you have become a child again. It is not only true about you, it is true about everyone.

Because the child within you has been repressed, you will repress your children. Nobody allows their children to dance and to sing and to shout and to jump. For trivial reasons -- perhaps something may get broken, perhaps they may get their clothes wet in the rain if they run out -- for these small things a great spiritual quality, playfulness, is completely destroyed.

The obedient child is praised by his parents, by his teachers, by everybody; and the playful child is condemned. His playfulness may be absolutely harmless, but he is condemned because there is potentially a danger of rebellion. If the child goes on growing with full freedom to be playful, he will turn out to be a rebel. He will not be easily enslaved; he will not be easily put into armies to destroy people, or to be destroyed himself.

The rebellious child will turn out to be a rebellious youth. Then you cannot force marriage on him; then you cannot force him into a particular job; then the child cannot be forced to fulfill the unfulfilled desires and longings of the parents. The rebellious youth will go his own way.

Monday, September 15, 2014

May it Be - Lisa Kelly

Waiting in Hope by Gustave Flaubert

Deep down in her heart, she was waiting and waiting for something to happen. Like a shipwrecked mariner, she gazed out wistfully over the wide solitude of her life, if so be she might catch the white gleam of a sail away on the dim horizon. She knew not what it would be, this longed-for barque; what wind would waft it to her, or to what shores it would bear her away. She knew not if it would be a shallop or a three-decker, burdened with anguish or freighted with joy. But every morning when she awoke she hoped it would come that day. She listened to every sound, started swiftly from her bed, and could not understand why nothing happened. And then at sunset, more sad at heart than ever, she would long for the morrow to come.
Gustave Flaubert,Madame Bovary

Thursday, September 11, 2014

For Searchers, wanderers, dreamers and lovers by James Kavanaugh

Some people do not have to search -
they find their niche early in life and rest there,
seemingly contented and resigned.
They do not seem to ask much of life,
sometimes they do not seem to take it seriously.
At times I envy them,
but usually I do not understand them -
seldom do they understand me.

I am one of the searchers.
There are, I believe, millions of us.
We are not unhappy, but neither are we really content.
We continue to explore life,
hoping to uncover its ultimate secret.
We continue to explore ourselves,
hoping to understand.

We like to walk along the beach -
we are drawn by the ocean,
taken by its power, its unceasing motion,
its mystery and unspeakable beauty.
We like forests and mountains, deserts and hidden rivers,
and the lonely cities as well.

Our sadness is as much a part of our lives as is our laughter.
To share our sadness with the one we love is perhaps as great a joy as we can know - unless it is to share our laughter.

We searchers are ambitious only for life itself,
for everything beautiful it can provide.
Most of all we want to love and be loved.
We want to live in a relationship that will not impede our wandering, nor prevent our search, nor lock us in prison walls.

We do not want to prove ourselves
to another or compete for love.
We are wanderers, dreamers and lovers,lonely souls who dare ask of life everything good and beautiful.

From"Hymns to the Night" by Novalis

What is it that wells up so suddenly and menacingly under my heart, swallowing the soft air of melancholy? Are you pleased with us, dark night? What is it you conceal under your mantle, that grabs invisibly and powerfully at my soul? A rich balm drips off your fingers from a bundle of poppies. You raise up the heavy wings of the soul – darkly and inexpressibly we are moved. I see an earnest face startled with joy – softly and reverently it inclines toward me, and under endlessly entangled locks appears the cherished face of our Mother. How poor and childish the light seems to me now-how welcome and blessed is the day’s departure.

Saturday, September 6, 2014

Philosophical & spiritual Reflections on Spirituality ,Religion ,Tolerance,Truth & Fanaticism by Robert Ingersoll,John Locke, & Voltaire

Ennio-Morricone-Once Upon A Time In The West (Finale)

Excerpts from"The Works of Robert G. Ingersoll"

It is far better to be free, to leave the forts and barricades of fear, to stand erect and face the future with a smile. It is far better to give yourself sometimes to negligence, to drift with wave and tide, with the blind force of the world, to think and dream, to forget the chains and limitations of the breathing life...

to lounge in the picture gallery of the brain, to feel once more the clasps and kisses of the past, to bring life's morning back, to see again the forms and faces of the dead, to paint fair pictures for the coming years...

to feel within your veins life's joyous stream and hear the martial music, the rhythmic beating of your fearless heart.

And then to rouse yourself to do all useful things, to reach with thought and deed the ideal in your brain, to give your fancies wing, that they, like chemist bees, may find art's nectar in the weeds of common things, to look with trained and steady eyes for facts, to find the subtle threads that join the distant with the now, to increase knowledge, to take burdens from the weak, to develop the brain, to defend the right, to make a palace for the soul.
This is real religion. This is real worship.
Robert G. Ingersoll

While utterly discarding all creeds,there is neither in my heart nor upon my lips a sneer for the hopeful, loving and tender souls who believe that from all this discord will result a perfect harmony; that every evil will in some mysterious way become a good, and that above and over all there is a being who, in some way, will reclaim and glorify every one of the children of men...
Robert G. Ingersoll

It is one thing to show a man that he is in error, and another to put him in possession of the truth.

To love truth for truth's sake is the principal part of human perfection in this world, and the seed-plot of all other virtues.

He that would seriously set upon the search of truth, ought in the first place to prepare his mind with a love of it. For he that loves it not, will not take much pains to get it; nor be much concerned when he misses it. There is nobody in the commonwealth of learning who does not profess himself a lover of truth: and there is not a rational creature that would not take it amiss to be thought otherwise of. And yet, for all this, one may truly say, that there are very few lovers of truth, for truth's sake, even amongst those who persuade themselves that they are so.
John Locke

For where is the man that has incontestable evidence of the truth of all that he holds, or of the falsehood of all he condemns; or can say that he has examined to the bottom all his own, or other men's opinions? The necessity of believing without knowledge, nay often upon very slight grounds, in this fleeting state of action and blindness we are in, should make us more busy and careful to inform ourselves than constrain others.

At least, those who have not thoroughly examined to the bottom all their own tenets, must confess they are unfit to prescribe to others; and are unreasonable in imposing that as truth on other men's belief, which they themselves have not searched into, nor weighed the arguments of probability, on which they should receive or reject it.

Those who have fairly and truly examined, and are thereby got past doubt in all the doctrines they profess and govern themselves by, would have a juster pretence to require others to follow them: but these are so few in number, and find so little reason to be magisterial in their opinions, that nothing insolent and imperious is to be expected from them: and there is reason to think, that, if men were better instructed themselves, they would be less imposing on others.
John Locke

For it will be very difficult to persuade men of sense that he who with dry eyes and satisfaction of mind can deliver his brother to the executioner to be burnt alive, does sincerely and heartily concern himself to save that brother from the flames of hell in the world to come.
John Locke

Formerly there were those who said: You believe things that are incomprehensible, inconsistent, impossible because we have commanded you to believe them; go then and do what is unjust because we command it. Such people show admirable reasoning. Truly, whoever is able to make you absurd is able to make you unjust. If the God-given understanding of your mind does not resist a demand to believe what is impossible, then you will not resist a demand to do wrong to that God-given sense of justice in your heart. As soon as one faculty of your soul has been dominated, other faculties will follow as well. And from this derives all those crimes of religion which have overrun the world.

Let us therefore reject all superstition in order to become more human; but in speaking against fanaticism, let us not imitate the fanatics: they are sick men in delirium who want to chastise their doctors. Let us assuage their ills, and never embitter them, and let us pour drop by drop into their souls the divine balm of toleration, which they would reject with horror if it were offered to them all at once.

Dover Beach
Matthew Arnold

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.

Monday, September 1, 2014

Maksim Mrvica - Leeloo's Tune

Open-mindedness Quotes

Your assumptions are your windows on the world.Scrub them off every once in a while,or the light won't come in.
Isaac Asimov

Merely having an open mind is nothing; the object of opening the mind, as of opening the mouth,is to shut it again on something solid.
Gilbert K. Chesterton

The open mind never acts: when we have done our utmost to arrive at a reasonable conclusion, we still - must close our minds for the moment with a snap, and act dogmatically on our conclusions.
George Bernard Shaw

You can have such an open mind that it is too porous to hold a conviction.
George W. Crane

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