Enjoying the path...
Stop and observe
March 15, 2015
August 1, 2012
Universal Traveller
"Universal Traveller"
I know so many places in the world
I follow the sun in my silver plane
Universal traveller
If you have a look
Outside on the sea
Everything is white
It's so wonderful
Universal traveller
So far, so far
So far away
I met so many
People in my life
I've got many friends
Who can care for me
Universal traveller
Just feel everywhere at home
Tomorrow
Is a brand new day
Let's go somewhere else
Universal Traveller
So far, so far
So far away
- Air
July 6, 2012
I, pet goat II by Heliofant
Bringing together dancers, musicians, visual artists and 3d animators, the film takes a critical look at the events of the past decade that have shaped our world.
I, pet goat II from Heliofant on Vimeo.
The profound longing to be free...
April 24, 2012
AIESEC in Spain "MC Limitless" 2011-2012 Roll Call
Alex Kassel - Chasing the dream
This ain't about where you've been
September 3, 2011
Loreena McKennitt - The wind that shakes the barley
Loreena McKennitt in her last album released this beautiful version of the ancient Irish ballad by Robert Dwyer Joyce about the Irish rebellion of 1798.
Loreena McKennitt - The wind that shakes the barley
I sat within a valley green,
Sat there with my true love
My heart strove to choose between,
Me old love and the new love
The old for her, the new that made,
Me think on Ireland dearly
While soft the wind blew down the glade,
And shook the golden barley.
Twas hard the mournful words to frame,
To break the ties that bound us
But harder still to bear the shame,
Of foreign chains around us
And so I said, “The mountain glen,
I’ll seek at morning early
And join the brave united men”,
While soft wind shook the barley.
Twas sad I kissed away her tears,
Her arms around me clinging
When to my ears that fateful shot,
Came out the wildwood ringing
The bullet pierced my true love’s breast,
In life’s young spring so early
And there upon my breast she died,
While soft wind shook the barley.
I bore her to some mountain stream,
And many’s the summer blossom
I placed with branches soft and green,
About her gore-stained bosom
I wept and kissed her clay-cold corpse,
Then rushed o’er vale and valley
My vengeance on the foe to wreak,
While soft wind shook the barley.
Twas blood for blood without remorse,
I took at Oulart Hollow
I placed my true love’s clay-cold corpse,
Where mine full soon may follow
Around her grave I wondered drear,
Noon, night and morning early
With aching heart when e’er I hear,
The wind that shakes the barley.
June 21, 2011
Sufjan Stevens – Jacksonville
Such a beautiful song from Sufjan Stevens. My second favourite after "Chicago". For some reason, I love this song and it makes me feel happy, calm and in good mood :)
I'm not afraid of the black man running,
He's got it right, he's got a better life coming.
I don't care what the captain said,
I fold it right at the top of my head.
I lost my sight and the state packs in,
I follow my heart and it leads me right to Jackson.
Oh, Keller, oh, oh, oh, oh.
She gave us a medal, she gave us a map.
Oh, Canner Row, oh, oh, oh.
If seeing is right, then look where you're at.
I'm not afraid of Nichol's Park,
I ride the train and I ride it after dark.
I'm not afraid to get it right,
I turn around and I give it one more try.
I said things that I meant to say,
The bandstand chairs and the Dewey Day parade.
I go out to the golden age,
The spirit is right and the spirit doesn't change.
Oh, Keller, oh, oh, oh, oh.
She gave us a mirror, she gave us a map.
Oh, Canner Row, oh, oh, oh.
If seeing is right, then look where you're at.
Andrew Jackson, all I'm asking,
Show us the wheel and give us the wine.
Woohoo! Woohoo!
Raise the banner, Jackson hammer,
Everyone goes to the capitol line.
Woohoo! Woohoo!
Colored preacher, nice to meet you!
The spirit is here and the spirit is fine!
Woohoo! Woohoo!
Education, ask the nation,
You gave us our sight and the hearing is fine.
Woohoo! Woohoo!
Andrew Jackson, all I'm asking,
Give us the wheel and give us the wine.
May 24, 2011
In the river...
This song is about a basket full of ideas that you leave on a river. Then the current of the society moves it around and creates a complex weave of thinkings and emotions. A real mesh which is hard to unwind...
Antes de ir
Se hacen y deshacen planes, culpas y cadenas.
Forman un telar
Que han tejido eternamente Aracne y Atenea.
Ya no estás,
Te dejé al borde del río metidito en esa cesta.
Y ahora tu vacío
Gira y gira para siempre dentro de una rueca.
En el río, en el río…
La orilla es una jaula hay muchos gallos de pelea.
Suenan cantos de sirena…
Se dan muerte a garrotazos, una estampa muy goyesca.
En la noche, en la noche…
Gira el mundo, gira el hambre y un revólver en la mesa.
En el río, en el río…
Se oyen gritos en el río, alguien no saldrá de esta.
En el río, en el río
Suenan cantos de sirena
Que en la noche, que en la noche
Todavía me despiertan.
En el río, en el río…
Antes de ir
Suenan cantos de sirena…
Se hacen y deshacen planes, culpas y cadenas.
Que en la noche, que en la noche…
Forman un telar
Todavía me despiertan…
Que han tejido eternamente Aracne y Atenea.