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a fi vs. a iubi

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“-Care e mesajul tau principal?
– Mesajul meu principal? Intr-un cuvant?
-Da, Bob.
– Mesaj intr-un cuvant? Fii!
– Fii?
-Fii, adica sa fii. Punct.
– Nu mai degraba “iubeste”?
-Iubeste? Mda, e un cuvant BUN, cred, dar e prea uzat.”
(Interviu cu Bob Dylan, 1965)

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Oameni frumosi

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Oamenii frumosi sunt peste tot. Nu-i asa? 🙂


Pe Melanie Safka am descoperit-o in anii liceului. Imi achizitionasem- numai eu stiu cu ce eforturi – patru albume (casete) “Flower Power”. Pe primul dintre ele, fatza B, dupa “Let the sunshine in” era “Ruby Tuesday” in interpretarea Melaniei (originalul apartine lui Rolling Stones). M-am indragostit de vocea ei din prima clipa, de versuri din a doua, iar de toata muzica ei undeva prin anul trei de facultate cand, gratie sotului meu drag (pe atunci doar prietenul meu drag), am facut rost de cateva albume. Nu exagerez spunand ca, de atunci (2000-2001) nu exista zi in care sa nu ascult macar o melodie marca Melanie. La fel cum nu exista zi in care sa nu o ascult pe Janis Joplin sau sa nu-l ascult pe Bob Dylan

Oameni frumosi sunt peste tot, nu-i asa?

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I don’t give a damn!

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Sunt unele lucruri – aceleasi, de ani de zile – de care nu ma pot lepada. Pentru ca ele ma schimba si vor continua sa ma schimbe, in bine zic eu, sa-mi ofere de fiecare data, ele ramanad aceleasi, alte si alte perspective. Despre ce a fost, despre ce este si va sa fie.

Peter Pan

Mary Poppins

Baricco

Forrest Gump

Fluturii sunt liberi

Si caii se impusca, nu-i asa?

What a wonderful world

Stand by me

Woodstock:

Feel Like I’m Fixing To Die Rag

Country Joe & the Fish

Come on all of you big strong men
Uncle Sam needs your help again
he’s got himself in a terrible jam
way down yonder in Viet Nam so
put down your books and pick up a gun we’re
gonna have a whole lotta fun

    And it’s one, two, three, what are we fighting for
    don’t ask me I don’t give a damn, next stop is Viet Nam
    And it’s five, six, seven, open up the pearly gates
    ain’t no time to wonder why, whoopee we’re all gonna die

Come on wall street don’t be slow
why man this war is a go-go
there’s plenty good money to be made by
supplying the army with the tools of its trade
let’s hope and pray that if they drop the bomb,
they drop it on the Viet Cong

Come on generals, let’s move fast
your big chance has come at last
now you can go out and get those reds
cos the only good commie is the one that’s dead and
you know that peace can only be won when we’ve
blown ’em all to kingdom come

Come on mothers throughout the land
pack your boys off to Viet Nam
come on fathers don’t hesitate
send your sons off before it’s too late
and you can be the first ones on your block
to have your boy come home in a box

ETCETERA