Winter Solstice - Poem by Anonymous.

On this last post I want to publish both this photograh of Stonehenge in the winter and an anonymous English poem about this season of the year. Hope you like reading that.

When you startle awake in the dark morning

heart pounding breathing fast

sitting bolt uplight staring into

dark whirlpool black hole

feeling its suction.

Get out of bed

knock at the door of your nearest friend

ask to lie down, ask to be held.

Listen while whispered words

turn the hole into deep night sky,

stars close together,

winter moon rising over white fields

nearby wren rustling dry leaves

distant owl echoing,

two people walking up the road laughing. 

Let your soul laugh,

let your heart sigh out,

that long held breath so hollow in your stomach 

so swollen in your throat.

Already light is returning pairs of wings,

lift softly off your eyelids one by one

each feathered edge clearer between you 

and the pearl veil of day.

You have nothing to do but live. 

After copying and blogging this anonymous poem, there's here a little music like I've been doing many times when I write an article or something similar on. Here there's the Californian pianist Scott D.Davis playing on the piano the old English folk song "Greensleeves" which has been interpreted by so many singers, songwriters, choirs and music bands. He's the same pianist who arranged and covered for piano some Metallica and other rock bands works in two albums.

The Ivy Green

Oh, a dainty plant is the Ivy green,

That creepeth o'er ruins old!

Of right choise food are his meals, I ween,

In his cell so lone and cold.

The wall must be crumbled, the stone decayed,

To pleasure his dainty whim:

And the mouldering dust that years have made

Is a merry meal for him.

Creeping where no life is seen,

A rare old plant is the Ivy green.

Fast the stealeth on, though he wears no wings,

And a strunch old heart has he.

How closely he twentieth, how tight the clings.

To his friend the huge Oak Tree!

And slyly he traileth along the ground,

And he leaves he gently waves,

As he joyously hugs and crawleth round.

The rich mould of dead men's graves.

Creeping where grim death hath been,

A rare old plant is the Ivy green.

Whole ages have fled and their works decayed,

And nations have scattered been;

But the stout old Ivy shall never fade,

From its hale and hearty green.

The brave old plant, in its lonely days,

Shall fatten upon the past:

For the stateliest building man can raise

Is the Ivy's food at last.

Creeping on where time has been,

A rare old plant is the Ivy green.

Charles Dickens.

Under the sea

Aquí deixo una de les cançons que m'han agradat de sempre i encara em satisfà força aquesta cançó. Es diu Under the sea (Sols mar endins) que és de la pel·lícula "La Sireneta" d'en Walt Disney. I m'agrada força des de fa temps quan l'havia vist a l'escola en sessions audiovisuals després del menjador. A mi m'han apassionat els colors com també la idea del mar.

Shot window city

Foto del "Tower Bridge" de Londres

"Shop window city

of cardboard duplex apartments,

of dirty corners,

of buyers

and people for sale,

of given fears,

of empty flats,

of ruins

of impertiment cranes

of mechanical noises

and of human silences,

of hidden stars,

of constant watches

where everything is always a second away

of the last explosion".

Extret de: ALLIBERANT POEMES (http://www.alliberantpoemes.blogspot.com).

Dues cançons contundents

MASTER OF PUPPETS

End the passion play, crumbling away
I'm your source of self-destruction.
Veins that pump with fear, sucking dark is clear
Leading on your deaths construction.

Taste me you will see
More is all you need
Dedicated to
How I'm killing you

Come crawling faster
Obey your master
Your life burns faster
Obey your Master!!!!, Master!!!!!!!

Master of Puppets I'm pulling your strings
Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
Blinded by me, you can't see a ting
Just call my name, cause I'll hear your scream
Master!!!!, Master!!!!!!!


Needlework the way, never you betray
Life of death becoming clearer
Pain monopoly, ritual misery!!!!!
Chop your breakfast on a mirror!!!!!

Taste me you will see
More is all you need
Dedicated to
How I'm killing you!!!!!!!

Come crawling faster
Obey your master
Your life burns faster!!!!
Obey your Master!!!!!!, Master!!!!!!!

Master of Puppets I'm pulling your strings
Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
Blinded by me, you can't see a thing!!!!
Just call my name, cause I'll here you scream!!!!!
Master!!!!!, Master!!!!!

Just call my name, cause I'll here you scream!!!!!
Master!!!!!!!!, Master!!!!!!!!!

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Master!!!!!!!!, Master!!!!!!!!, where's the dreams that I've been after!!!!!!!
Master!!!!!!!!, Master!!!!!!, your promise only lies!!!!!!!
Laugher!!!!!!!, Laugher!!!!!!, I hear or see is laugher!!!!!!!
Laugher!!!!!!, laugher!!!!!!!!, laughing at my cries

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Hell is worth all that, natural habitat
Just a rhyme without a reason!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Neverending maze, drift on number days
now your life is out of season!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I will occupy!!!!!!!!
I will help you die!!!!!!!!!!
I will run through you!!!!!!!!!
Now I rule you too!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Come crawling faster!!!!!!!
Obey your master!!!!
Your life burns faster!!!!!!
Obey your Master!!!!!!!!!!!!!, Master!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Master of Puppets I'm pulling your strings!!!!!!!
Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams!!!!!!
Blinded by me, you can see a thing!!!!!!
Just call my name, cause I'll here you scream!!!!!!!
Master!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, Master!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Just call my name, cause I'll here you scream!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Master!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, Master!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Metallica: James Hetfield (veu i guitarra). Lars Ulrich (bateria), Kirk Hammett (guitarra i veus), Roberto Trujillo "Cliff Burton/Jason Newsted (baix i veus).

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FURTADORA D'ÀNIMES

La sang dels innocents
ompla la seva copa d'or
assegut al tron dels manaments
mentres el món s'ompla d'horrors.
Els cants no surten ja dels pits.
La terra s'obra sota els peus.

No hi ha qui el pari!!!!!!
No té nom!!!!!
Rostre del fred!!!!!
NO HI HA QUI EL PARI!!!!!!!
ÉS LA MOOOOOOOOOOOOOORT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

L'ombra estesa sobre els camps
fa que l'acer perdi calor.
Anells que lliguen el seu cos
encès de ràbia com un gos.
Mentres laments sonen llunyans
és l'agnia dels mortals!!!!!!!!
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NO HI HA QUI EL PARI!!!!!!!!!!
NO TÉ NOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ROSTRE DEL FRED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NO HI HA QUI EL PARI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ÉS LA MORT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

La ballarina sense cos
despulla d'ànimes el món,
deixant les armes en el camp
com creus malfetes sense nom.

I així no quedarà un record ieeeah
Només les llances i un vell tron.

NO HI HA QUI EL PARI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NO TÉ NOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NO HI HA QUI EL PARI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ÉS LA MORT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Quim Mandado (veu i baix), Lupe Villar (guitarra), Josep Maria Coromines (guitarra) i Martín Rodríguez (bateria). Falta el Papa Juls que en directe animava a l'escenari.