Earth Hour 2013

Today we celebrate our home. It's only an hour to make a difference. I'm spending the Earth Hour 2013 just listening to myself. Lighting candles and surrendering to the silence and to the clarity of the flame. I may even extend it and go on reading a book at candlelight. I hope you'll honour the occasion too.

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Whatever you decide to do tonight to celebrate Earth Hour, know you're not alone. :) http://earthhour.org/2013outcomes That's important, isn't it? Sometimes it's the only thing that really matters.

The spring of our music

There are only two bands from my youth which survived the test of time and are still part of my life: U2 and Depeche Mode. While I had the chance to not only listen to but to also work with the former, I have always somehow missed my chances with the latter. But no more! Depeche Mode are coming to Sofia again on May 12th! Last time they were here in 2006 but I was thousands of miles away. I heard so much about this show and I was so sorry I wasn't here. Being the lucky gal I am, this year I'm leaving in the summer so I'll be here for their show and I'm super excited. No, I'm actually floating around like a hot air balloon. LOL I'm sure it's gonna be glorious! There is only one little thing... how will I do my job two days later at the Bon Jovi performance? I mean... I'll be still drunk with excitement... Hopefully, I won't be humming "enjoy the silence..." LOL Anyhow, looks like another dream of mine is coming true. What can I do? I'm lucky. Fate. :)))))))))

Greetings with one of my most favourite songs: Question Of Lust: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vOtRZOlE0WM . If I ever had a crush on anything, it's Martin Gore's voice. Not to mention the lyrics - simple yet telling. It's World's Poetry Day, so it's worth listening to such beautiful words. May your independence never take the place of your love because they should go together. True love is freedom. :)

Fragile
Like a baby in your arms
Be gentle with me
I'd never willingly
Do you harm

Apologies
Are all you seem to get from me
But just like a child
You make me smile
When you care for me
And you know

It's a question of lust
It's a question of trust
It's a question of not letting
What we've built up
Crumble to dust
It is all of these things and more
That keep us together

Independence
Is still important for us though (we realise)
It's easy to make
The stupid mistake
Of letting go (do you know what I mean)

My weaknesses
You know each and every one (it frightens me)
But I need to drink
More than you seem to think
Before I'm anyone's
And you know

It's a question of lust
It's a question of trust
It's a question of not letting
What we've built up
Crumble to dust
It is all of these things and more
That keep us together

Kiss me goodbye
When I'm on my own
But you know that I'd
Rather be home

It's a question of lust

The battle for Bulgarian Volleyball - continued...

The epic battle for the Bulgarian volleyball "Fans against Federation (and everyone else as it seems)" continues. Months after the dismissal of the national coach Radostin Stoychev and long time since the star of the national team Matey Kaziyski left, the fans keep writing letters, initiate administrative and financial procedures against the Federation (which regularly breaks the laws), and don't give up. If they were closer to Hollywood, this would make for a hell of a movie. But they are not.

 

In a relatively quiet corner of the world, Bulgaria, small, distant and isolated in its own lazy southern existence, is shaken by political instability and the battle for the volleyball could actually be seen as a matter and a sign of much bigger importance than simply a fandom inspired act of love. It could be seen as a ray of light. It gives me hope that these people are the first spring birds bringing change. Its'a a beautiful country with unfortunate government. It's a land of legends and ancient kings now possessed by greed and torn apart in an attempt to be sold in pieces. Its beauty is slowly fading under the governance of selfish and indifferent ministers. One sports federation appeared to become a symbol of all this arrogance and, thankfully, this time the line was crossed. I truly hope and pray for the success of the genuine and sincere love of all those fans out there and for their dream. I do believe dreams come true and this country desperately needs an example like that.

I've been reading - Esenin

Esenin (sometimes spelled Yesenin) is one of my favorite poets. It's only natural that he, as many others of his kind, found himself living in a world that couldn't accomodate neither his passion nor his pain. His love story with Isadora Duncan was not the medicine but many thought - the poison. May be the last drop. His death remains a mystery while there are too many questions surrounding the police report or the parts we have seen of it. Thankfully, there is little to ask when we read his poems. Some things do not need an explanation. There are some of his best works here (in English): http://vagalecs.narod.ru/yes-chron-eng.htm#You_don’t_love_me_and_don’t__feel

Sing, old man, to the bloody guitar, and

Let your fingers show natural bent.

I would choke in this drunken enchantment

You’re my last and my only friend.

Don’t you look at her wrist and the blooming

Silky shawl hanging down her head.

I was looking for joy in this woman

But I found perdition instead.

I did not know that love was infection,

I did not know that love was a plague.

She just came and feigning affection

Drove the rowdy mad, no mistake.

Sing and let me remember, brother,

Our fidgety youthful whirl.

Let her kiss, pet and fondle another,

Ah, this beautiful wicked girl!

No, no, wait. I don’t blame her or bully.

No, no, wait. I don’t damn or disgrace.

Let me sing now about yours truly

To the sound of this string of base.

Rosy vault of my days is streaming.

I’ve got plenty of golden dreams.

I have petted so many young women,

Touched and squeezed them, governed by whims.

Yes! There is bitter truth of the world

When a child I caught sight of that truth:

Troops of hounds, excited and wild,

Taking turns lick a bitch all in juice.

Why be jealous of her? I don’t get.

Being sick would mere pretext.

Our life is just bed-sheet and bed.

Our life is a kiss and a vortex.

Sing , old man! In the fateful sphere

Of these hands is a fated end.

Tell them all to f… out of here.

I will never be dead, my friend.

 

 

  * * *

You don’t love me and don’t feel compassion.

Don’t you think that now I look my best?

Though you look aside you’re thrilled with passion

As you put your arms upon my chest.

You are young, so sensitive and zealous,

I am neither bad nor very good to you.

Tell me, did you pet a lot of gentle fellows?

You remember many arms and lips. You do.

They are gone and haven’t touched you any,

Gone like shadows, leaving you aflame.

You have sat upon the laps of many,

You are sitting now on mine, without shame.

Though your eyes are closed, and you are rather

Thinking of some one you really trust,

After all, I do not love you either,

I am lost in thought about my dear past.

Don’t you call this zeal predestination?

Hasty tie is thoughtless and no good, -

Like I set up this unplanned connection,

I will smile when leaving you for good.

You will go the pathway of your own

Just to have your days unwisely spent,

Don’t approach the ones not fully grown,

Don’t entice the ones that never burnt.

When you walk with someone down the alley

Chatting merrily about love and all

Maybe, I’ll be out, walking round shyly,

And again, by chance, I’ll meet you, poor soul.

Squaring shoulders, ravishing and winning,

Bending forward, with an air kiss,

You will utter quietly: Good evening!

And I will reply: Good evening, miss.

Nothing will disturb my heart and spirit,

Nothing will perturb me giving pain,-

He who’s been in love will not retrieve it,

He who’s burnt will not be lit again.

December 4th, 1925

I've been listening - Coldplay

And so it happens, from time to time, things don't work out... No, things actually work in all possible opposite ways to what we wanted. Castles crumble. Towers in ruins. Defences fall. Dreams crash. Hopes vanish. Yet, faith remains alive. No one knows why and no one understands how but once you strenghten it, it stays there for much longer than you will actually need. You'll be back on your feet before your faith needs nurturing. It will nurture you meanwhile. Sometimes all is needed is to hang in there, hold on and relax. OK, may be not this month but next one all will work out. This past one was a test, it was a tough one but there was still light as my boy had his birthday, there was still laughter despite the crying times, there was life. As long as there is life, there is love, and as long as there is love, there is life. All is well. It's still a beautiful world. :)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8uxt-FnNy2I

Coldplay - Don't Panic