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Femeie
"-De ce ai dat,fa, curvo in mine?o intreba el,cu un glas umil si plangacios.Organismul-asta ti l-a dat Dumnezeu numai pentru tine,nu e bun obstesc,n-avem voie sa-l privim si noi cu ochiul sau sa-l atingem cu mana?"
Ion Baiesu "Balanta"
ShaMan
TARZAN
Batranete
Doll
PRELUDIU
O mana pe cur, o palma pe-o buca.
Se-apleaca nitel tresara si….o saruta
O cuprinde usor de mijloc si spune:
- Iubit-o, fi calma, dezbraca-te-n fuga
Arata-mi un san, sau ambii de-odata
Arata-mi o parte ce nu va fi uitata
Infige-te-n mine, fi nesatula
Apuca-ma bine, si strange de pula
DE ANI
De la altii...
Vezi durerea:orbeste!Nu stii?Loveste!
"I came to the shores of America disguised as a pillar
The Alpha N' Omega N' the home of the beggars, the black settlers
Who been beaten, raped, lynched, robbed N' stoned
N'... (?) ...earth in service cuz they couldn't maintain at
home
This dates back to 1555
When they captured the first tribe of men
N' piled them in a pen
Fifty feet high
N' took 'em all on a 9000 mile ride
N' landed on the shore of a place they never seen before
But read about this inside the ancient books of war
Bonded in stainless steel, stripped of their language
Still survived the anguish of slavery but still remained nameless
Separated to portions N' tricked by John Haughty Hawkins
N' sold on the auction, taught birth control N' abortion
Rulers of the first part became slaves of the worst part
The devils cursed God N' reversed God
N' turned God into dog N' made people search hard
No relief came to the prophet of W.D. Feraud
To a trauma, dropped our mommas off in Bahamas N' Barbados
Tobagos, separated us from slave boats
Made our own brothers hate us
From Virgin Isle to Jamaica
Trinidad, Honduras, Haiti, Grenada
Bermuda to Cayman, mental enslavement
You black Gods become awaken..."
... RZA
-Daca nu poti sa-l convingi, macar baga-l in ceata!- The whisper buddhist sutra in the ear of a horse
alege...
- ANI (13)
- POP (48)
- POZE DE POP (4)
VooDooMambos
...
Alfred de Musset
"Toti barbatii sunt mincinosi, nestatornici, prefacuti, flecari, ipocriti, mandri sau lasi, demni de a fi dispretuiti si robiti simturilor, toate femeile sunt perfide, viclene, veninoase, curioase si destrabalate; lumea nu e decat o cloaca fara fund in care pocitaniile cele mai slute se tarasc si se rasucesc pe munti de murdarie; dar este pe lume ceva sfant si sublim: e unirea acestor doua fiinte atat de imperfecte si ingozitoare."
VooDooMambos alte bloguri
PRESA SCRISA :
Ce pacat ca mor cand imi ramane atat de mult de citit! - Marcelino Menendez Y Pelayo
- http:///www.jurnalismonline.ro/
- http://dexonline.ro/
- http://luciat.wordpress.com/
- http://rador.srr.ro/
- http://www.apropo.ro/index.php
- http://www.bbc.co.uk/romanian/
- http://www.brat.ro/
- http://www.catavencu.ro/
- http://www.cronicarii.com/
- http://www.dilemaveche.ro/
- http://www.hotnews.ro/
- http://www.mediafax.ro
- http://www.nytimes.com/
- http://www.rightwords.eu/
- http://www.romaniaculturala.ro/
- http://www.rompres.ro/
- http://www.taifas.ro/
- http://www.utilis.ro
VOODOOMAMBOS
Femeie
Puritate
"-De ce ai dat,fa, curvo in mine?o intreba el,cu un glas umil si plangacios.Organismul-asta ti l-a dat Dumnezeu numai pentru tine,nu e bun obstesc,n-avem voie sa-l privim si noi cu ochiul sau sa-l atingem cu mana?"
Ion Baiesu "Balanta"
VooDoo
ShaMan
Conjuration
"Sa-mi ghiceasca gandurile
Din felul in care-mi aleg cartile
Din felul in care imi astern versurile
Sa surprinda ceea ce scriu..."
"I spend lots of time staring at glowing rectangles in the dark. I think they are trying to tell me something, but I can't tell what." on some blog.
"-Gelule,ti-e frica de moarte?
-Nu.
-Mie mi-e frica.Ce sfat imi dai?
-Sa traiesti."
Ion Baiesu"Balanta"
Din felul in care-mi aleg cartile
Din felul in care imi astern versurile
Sa surprinda ceea ce scriu..."
"I spend lots of time staring at glowing rectangles in the dark. I think they are trying to tell me something, but I can't tell what." on some blog.
"-Gelule,ti-e frica de moarte?
-Nu.
-Mie mi-e frica.Ce sfat imi dai?
-Sa traiesti."
Ion Baiesu"Balanta"
VOODOOMAMBOS
TARZAN
Not A Good Ideea
"...eu sunt al 8-lea,sunt newcommer si ma cheama Tarzan.Tu Jane?Nu,Terk care il asteapta pe Tantor sa ne atagarta de liane si alte erbacee agatatoare spre a ne atinge scopuri tainice."
"A cheerles gap" by Pop
"A cheerles gap" by Pop
VOODOOMAMBOS
Batranete
I.Pelitz "Calea Vacaresti"
"Viata trebuie invinsa ca pe-o fiara.In timpul luptelor,te musca,te sangera si ea.La sfarsit poti fi un invingator cu chelie,obosit,stirb,subred...n-are importanta."
Biblioteca
- Henryk Sienkiewicz "Quo Vadis"
- Pierre Charras "19 Secunde"
- Lucia Etxebarria "Beatriz si corpurile ceresti"
- Oscar Wilde "Portretul lui Dorian Gray"
- Eric Knight "Mai presus de toate"
- Ion Baiesu "Balanta"
- Sabina Wrumbrand "Nobletea suferintei"
- Henri Charrière "Papillon"
- Choderlos De Laclos "Les liaisons dangereuses"
- Ileana Vulpescu "Arta conversatiei"
Voodoo
Doll
VOODOOMAMBOS
PRELUDIU
PRELUDIU
O mana pe cur, o palma pe-o buca.
Se-apleaca nitel tresara si….o saruta
O cuprinde usor de mijloc si spune:
- Iubit-o, fi calma, dezbraca-te-n fuga
Arata-mi un san, sau ambii de-odata
Arata-mi o parte ce nu va fi uitata
Infige-te-n mine, fi nesatula
Apuca-ma bine, si strange de pula
DE ANI
NonGrata
- voodoomambos
- "Cu fiecare carte,mai adaug ceva la ceea ce voiam sa spun inteleptilor lumii.In definitiv,scrisul meu este o experienta generalizata a ceea ce am trait,am citit,am simtit si am gandit:adica a ceea ce am intalnit mai bun,mai frumos si mai intelept in viata."de nush-cine "Si uite asa sunt goala,nula,defel,deloc,nicicum,nicicat,neam...canci.Nu-mi gasesc locul iar locul nu ma gaseste pe mine..."de mine
VOODOOMAMBOS
De la altii...
VOODOO WORDS
- Antipatie: sentimentul pe care ni-l inspira prietenul unui prieten. - Ambrose Bierce
- Ce pacat ca mor cand imi ramane atat de mult de citit! - Marcelino Menendez Y Pelayo
- Cel care dimineata a invatat preceptele intelepciunii, seara poate muri impacat. – Confucius
- Cu cat e mai bogat cu-atat e mai zgarcit; si cu cat e mai zgarcit, cu-atat devine mai bogat. - Lu Xun
- Cuget, deci exist. - Rene Descartes
- Cunoasterea este prin ea insasi putere. - Francis Bacon
- Daca Dumnezeu nu ar exista, ar trebui inventat. - Voltaire
- Daca vrei sa dobandesti puterea de a suporta viata, fii gata sa accepti moartea. - Sigmund Freud
- Eu am gasit un foarte bun mijloc de a prelungi viata... anume, de a nu ma teme de moarte. - Rene Descartes
- Faceti ceva si daca nu merge incercati altceva. - Franco Delano Roosevelt
- Fara muzica, viata ar fi o greseala. - Friedrich Nietzche
- Iadul este pavat cu intentii bune. - Samuel Johnson
- In doi , nici un versant nu e prea abrupt. - Henrik Ibsen
- Iubeste cu adevarat cel ce tremura cand isi marturiseste dragostea. - Sir Philip Sidney
- Lenevia este mama filosofiei. - Thomas Hobbes
- Nu e nimic mai trist decat tristetea unui om vesel. - Armando Palacio Valdes
- Nu exista tortura mai nemarginita pentru om ca propriile ganduri. - John Webster
- O fi bine, o fi rau, este uneori foarte placut sa spargi ceva. - Fiodor Dostoevski
- Oamenii care cred cu adevarat in ei insisi se afla toti in azile de nebuni. - Gilbert Keith Chesterton
- Omul cel mai puternic din lumea intreaga, este cel care-i cel mai singur. - Henrik Ibsen
- Omul cu adevarat bun este doar cel care ar fi putut fi rau si n-a fost. - Nicolae Iorga
- Omul se naste pentru ca intr-o zi sa se nasca un om mai bun. - Maxim Gorki
- Omul: un milimetru peste maimuta, cand nu este cu un centimetru sub porc. - Pio Baroja
- Orice inchisoare are fereastra ei. - Gilbert Gratiant
- Singura prietenie de pret este cea care s-a nascut fara motiv. - Arthur van Schendel
- Timpurile se schimba si noi ne schimbam odata cu ele. – Ovidius
- Toate animalele sunt egale, dar unele sunt mai egale decat altele. - George Orwell
- Unui razboi drept, ii preferam o pace nedreapta. - Samuel Butler
- Voi ce intrati, lasati orice speranta! - Dante Alighieri
- Vrei sa plictisesti pe cineva? Spune-i tot ce stii. – Voltaire
Black Magic
Vezi durerea:orbeste!Nu stii?Loveste!
The Night The Earth Cryed
"I came to the shores of America disguised as a pillar
The Alpha N' Omega N' the home of the beggars, the black settlers
Who been beaten, raped, lynched, robbed N' stoned
N'... (?) ...earth in service cuz they couldn't maintain at
home
This dates back to 1555
When they captured the first tribe of men
N' piled them in a pen
Fifty feet high
N' took 'em all on a 9000 mile ride
N' landed on the shore of a place they never seen before
But read about this inside the ancient books of war
Bonded in stainless steel, stripped of their language
Still survived the anguish of slavery but still remained nameless
Separated to portions N' tricked by John Haughty Hawkins
N' sold on the auction, taught birth control N' abortion
Rulers of the first part became slaves of the worst part
The devils cursed God N' reversed God
N' turned God into dog N' made people search hard
No relief came to the prophet of W.D. Feraud
To a trauma, dropped our mommas off in Bahamas N' Barbados
Tobagos, separated us from slave boats
Made our own brothers hate us
From Virgin Isle to Jamaica
Trinidad, Honduras, Haiti, Grenada
Bermuda to Cayman, mental enslavement
You black Gods become awaken..."
... RZA
VOODOOMAMBOS
""I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud (The Daffodils)" by William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed - and gazed - but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed - and gazed - but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Un comentariu:
felicitari pentru blog ... este unul dintre cele mai realiste pe care le-am vazut numai ca mi se pare ca pui in evidenta numai partea negra a lumii in care traim. Sa sti ca si eu vad lumea aproximativ la fel si ma ingrozesc cand ma gandesc la viitor. Ideea e insa ca omul nu trebuie speriat pentru ca fuge... Omul e slab si noi cei care ne dam seama sau avem impresia ca stim ceva trebuie sa facem tot posibilul sa ai ajutam pe cei de langa noi.
Oricum eu o sa cercetez blog-ul tau cat de curand pentru ca imi place si ma bucur cand vad oameni care nu au fost cuprinsi de ceea ce se numeste "efectul modernism". Felicitari
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