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940: Sixty-two-year-old Eutychius of Alexandria, the Greek who wrote *Nazm
al-Jauhar*, a history, of what some may consider of dubious accuracy ...
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
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tuturor amicilor crestini, urez Sarbatori fericite!
Bucata mea favorita din Matthäus Passion a lui Bach Erbarme dich, mein Gott ...
pielea gaina, parul maciuca ...
cred ca am fost si eu pe`acolo, ...
ador sa ascult toaca ...
si ce colt de rai !
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6GynXTrFB3A&feature=related
Foarte frumos Sehe ... hai sa-l imperechem cu Grieg, un andante religioso, Air.
Multumesc pentru urari, doresc si eu tuturor ortodocsilor Paste luminat!
Daca n-ati mai auzit pana acum muzica bizantina, iata aici primii trei psalmi cantati in romaneste.
Si in incheriere o mica parte din Slujba Invierii cantata la schitul Lacu in Muntele Athos. Cine cunoste psalmii va observa cum sunt ei impletiti in intregul text. Voi reveni cu niste ganduri dupa ce-mi revin ... ne pregatim de plecare la slujba luuunga si plina de bucurie.
Exista si un Air al lui Bach. Uite-aici 3 variante:
- standard
- Bobby McFerrin cu orchestra
- Bobby McFerrin cu Yo-Yo Ma, preferinta mea
Sehe draga,
am visat ?
Tocmai am vrut sa ascult
mica mostra si...
a disparut !
merci Briel, mersi si lui "ts", frumoase concerte a provocat religia, n-ai ce zice ...
si mie mi-a placut Boby McFerrin, mai ales cind interpreteaza the "First Movement din concertul de violin, string and orchestra, a lui Bach" (BWV 1041),
pentru care mi-am si cumparat discul lui din 1995 "Paper Music".
am cautat-o pe youTube, dar nu e.
Am gasit doar o mostra care poate fi ascultata daca apesi le "Écouter le titre" la adresa asta ...
PS. b.d. sorry, ... dar nu a mers linku, asa ca a trebuit sa corectez..., deci apesi intii pe "adresa" si cind ajungi acolo, apesi pe "ecouter"
Take my Son
A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had
everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would
often sit together and admire the great works of art.
When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very
courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The
father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son.
About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the
door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands.
He said, 'Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your
son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying
me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died
instantly. He often talked about you, and your love for art.' The
young man held out this package. 'I know this isn't much. I'm not
really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to
have this.'
The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted
by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured
the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to
the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young
man and offered to pay him for the picture. 'Oh, no sir, I could never
repay what your son did for me. It's a gift.'
The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came
to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he
showed them any of the other great works he had collected.
The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of
his paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing
the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for
their collection.
On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded
his gavel. 'We will start the bidding with this picture of the son.
Who will bid for this picture?'
There was silence.
Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, 'We want to see the
famous paintings. Skip this one.'
But the auctioneer persisted. 'Will somebody bid for this painting.
Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?'
Another voice angrily. 'We didn't come to see this painting. We came
to see the Van Goghs, the Rembrandts. Get on with the real bids!'
But still the auctioneer continued. 'The son! The son! Who'll take the son?'
Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the
longtime gardener of the man and his son. 'I'll give $10 for the
painting.' Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.
We have $10, who will bid $20?'
'Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters.'
$10 is the bid, won't someone bid $20?'
The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son.
They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.
The auctioneer pounded the gavel. 'Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!'
A man sitting on the second row shouted, 'Now let's get on with the
collection!'
The auctioneer laid down his gavel. 'I'm sorry, the auction is over.'
'What about the paintings?'
I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a
secret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal that
stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be
auctioned Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire
estate, including the paintings.
The man who took the son gets everything!'
God gave His son 2,000 years ago to die on the cross. Much like the
auctioneer, His message today is:
'The son, the son, who'll take the son?'
Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything.
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ps. pt. Carol, Sheherezada si Roy, ba chiar si Neamtu
Toti ati patimit incepand de la Pastele din Martie din cauza mea.
Nu de frica am tacut. Ci de rusine si pentru a evita alte injuraturi la adresa sfintelor mame.
Sa nu intelegeti gresit. Nu de rusine pentru cantarea de Paste pe care am indraznit sa o postez la subiectul Paste, ci de cum s-a terfelit mesajul muzical.
Sincer cred ca s-a vrut scoaterea mea inafara. Intelegeam si de vorba buna...
Fiti binecuvantati !
buna mai, vizitatorule, ...
demult nu ne-am mai vorbit !
Chiar ma intrebam ce-o mai fi cu tine ...
frumoasa povestea, cu un deznodamind plin de tilcuri ...
Imi pare bine ca ai trecut pe-aici, sper ca ai avut un Paste fericit, ... si ca ne vei vizita cit mai des.
Mie mereu mi-au placut postarile tale ghiduse.
PS. cit despre ps., fi serios, ce astea`s patimiri ? ... cum zicem noi, ... let this be our biggest worry ...
Vizitator,
Hi prietene si Paste fericit.
La evrei e o vorba mare"dai dusmanului o paine"dar sa nu o luam asa ca e pacat,as spune ca nu toata lumea e dotata si cu omenie.Se putea folosi o cale mai onorabila sa fi ripostat de Mdm.nu o injuratura de mama,dar asa i-a venit pe limba si nu la cap.
Dupa amestecul meu formal la aceste texte pe o urare de paste explozia s-a produs si am fost atacat pe toate fronturile inclusi la ziua.Decizia mea a fost prompta si m-am impachetat si am raspuns la invitaie de a fi aici.
Nu dau sfaturi dar fiecare hotareste singur ce are de facut.Eu voi continua sa postez ori unde o sa-mi vine si de-o fi si cu 10 Nick-uri...:-)) sa le crape la toti cei ce nu sunt de acord fierea.
Sa fi si tu binecuvantat!
Carol
vizitator,
multzumesc pentru urari, Paste fericit!
Cand vrei sa schimbi o vorba, vino pe aici, esti bine venit!
Vizitator,
imi amintesc c`ai spus cindva ca te-ai simtit incurajat de mine (cu toate ca n-am spus nimic...) sa te inscrii pe acel blog, (imi pare rau...)
INSA acum, daca vrei si ai nevoie de incurajare ...,
blogul acest il recomand chiar cu spusele mele !
Tu erai pe-atunci in mare cinste si mi s-a spus ca daca vreau membrie sa ma dau bine pe langa tine sa-ti inmoi inima.
Ti-am adus ciocolata, inghetata, racoritoare, poezioare.
Alte vremuri...
Acum, daca fiecare brad ar picura asa, in general,cate un strop de rasina pentru fiecare , cata jale mondiala s-ar alina, vorba lui Sorescu.
Hei, tomorrow is another day !
asa-i, acum imi revine totul in minte ..., era putin cam prea mare cinstea, nu-i de mirare ca s-a pornit asa, cica tam-nesam, urgia razbunatoare ...
nu prea am inteles eu bine nici pe ce s-a bazat acea mare cinste, ... precum nici pe ce se bazeaza acea ura trepidanta ...
Insa, precum zici, ... sint multe alte lucruri interesante de discutat ...
Am avut cel mai fericit Paste din viata mea, fi-miu si-a luat doctoratu, dublu american si german, a muncit f. mult, ca dovada ca a mai reusit un lucru si mai tare... in curind voi deveni bunic..
Ati vazut tigani fericiti?
Multumesc lui Dumnezeu,... sa stiti ca Dumnezeu exista!
P.S Ma pregatesc deja, imi las barba, chelie si burta.
bravo Neamtule, ...
ti s-au indeplinit toate dorintele,
inseamna ca le-ai meritat !
ma bucur pentru tine.
Tiii ... ce noutati grozave! Felicitari calde neamtule si sticle reci! Oi fi sarbatorit Pastele ca un vis ...
Felicitari, Neamtu !
Sa-ti indeplineasca Domnul si
alte dorinte si,
sa te bucuri de totul,
in sanatate !
Neamtzule mult-ferice,
Multe felicitari, ai un baiat sarguincios in toate cele, care tzi-a adus bucuria mult visata...
Mult noroc si la mai multzi!
Intzeleg ca meseria de viitor bunic te face sa dai rar pe aici si ai devenit foarte ocupat.
Presupun ca ai inceput sa studiezi teoriile anti-greptz, cum sa comunici cu noul venit intr-o limba pe care numai tu si el o cunoastezti, metodele de ungere a poponetzului cu crema, in ce parcuri sa te duca...
da, da... ai sa-l invetzi ce sa faca si o sa aiba grija de tine! :-)
Paste fericit!
PS Scrie-ne si sexu.
Tigane,
Nu fac altceva decat ca subscriu celor din inaintea mea.
Sa fiti binecuvantati
Carol
"Cand vrei sa schimbi o vorba, vino pe aici, esti bine venit!"
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Multumesc frumos la toti.
Chiar ca-mi pica bine.
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