song and artist of the week

YIRUMA – Pianist, Composer, Producer [YIRUMA means accomplishment in Korean]

An accomplished 31 -year-old artist, YIRUMA was born in Korea and raised in England. YIRUMA began playing the piano at age 5 and moved to London, England at age 11 to study at The Purcell School of Music in London. He graduated as a composition major from Kings College of London University. During this time, he also performed a music tour throughout Europe and composed for musicals, film and theatre.

His albums were licensed for release across Europe and Asia. All 5 albums have been licensed in Japan, Taiwan, Hong Kong, Singapore and Malaysia.

He is married to Miss Korea, Son Hye-im and lives in Korea at the moment.

Info taken from his official website: www.yiruma.com

prayer

‘May today there be peace within. May you trust that you are exactly where you are meant to be. May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith in yourself and others. May you use the gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you. May you be content with yourself just the way you are.
Let this knowledge settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love. It is there for each and every one of us.’

marturisire…

Pentru Fanny

…Astazi insa stiu si inteleg ca iubirea este facuta pentru cei umili, ca cei mandri nu vor putea iubi niciodata… Cei mandri isi inchipuiesc ca nu au trebuinta de inima; ei nu vreau decat sa cucereasca, mereu sa biruiasca; ei cred, in sfarsit, ca si in iubire succesul e tot.

Dorintele lor poate se vor implini, poftele lor poate vor fi multumite da… dar vai, iubirea n-au s-o cunoasca niciodata.

…Trebuie sa traiesti mult, trebuie sa suferi mult, trebuie sa pricepi mult pentru ca inima ta sa fie in stare a primi iubirea. Cei ambitiosi, cei mandri, cei obraznici si nerecunoscatori nu pot sti ce e iubirea si, asa, cei mai multi dintre noi de-abia la varsta de cincizeci de ani incepem sa intelegem iubirea, atunci, deci, cand e prea tarziu…

Pe mine viata m-a framantat, m-a umilit; mie viata mi-a mulcomit glasul. Astfel am ajuns sa nu mai spun ca ele nu merita sa fie iubite, ci sa strig pretutindeni; stiu sa iubesc, fiindca am invatat a plange, a suspina si a ma resemna!

Daca as sti canta din syrinx te-as duce intr-o poiana scaldata in lumina de lunca, intr-o poiana unde inca nu s-a incuibat mandria omeneasca si ti-as sopti la ureche cantecul celor iubiti. Atunci poate ai pricepe si tu ca iubirea nu cunoaste ceea ce lumea numeste “a fi iubit”.

Te iubesc pentru ca ma iubesti: acesta e un schimb, dar nu e iubire. Te iubesc pentru ca te iubesc, si nimic mai mult; te iubesc numai pentru ca te iubesc; aici incepe iubirea. Iti multumesc din suflet ca te iubesc: acesta e cantecul iubirii.

Omul indragostit nu zice: te iubesc pentru ca esti oachesa, nici: te iubesc pentru ca esti buna. Omul indragostit zice: te iubesc cu toate ca esti oachesa, cu toate ca esti buna, si te-as iubi chiar daca ai fi blonda sau daca ai fi rea…

Eu insa zic ca nu exista poet, muzicant, pictor sau sculptor mai mare ca un indragostit. Pentru ca artistul sa inteleaga poezia cea mare a suferintei trebuie mai intai sa fi fost indragostit. Nu poetii au facut iubirea, ci iubirea a facut pe poeti! Iar eu, care citesc bucuros in stele si-mi fac o placere dintru a asterne pe hartie slova langa slova, pot sa jur ca in slovele noastre umile sunt scrise toate tainele de amor ale cerului instelat.

Cel ce pricepe viata stelelor pricepe si iubirea omeneasca!

Iubirea nu cunoaste cuvintele credincios si necredincios.

Iubesti pe altul, va sa zica eu nu te iubesc: acesta nu e cantecul iubirii. Omul indragostit nu zice niciodata: m-ai inselat.

Iubirea nu-ti cere socoteala de sarutarile ce ai dat sau nu ai dat altora. Iubirea nu-ti scormoneste trecutul si nu-ti cerceteaza prezentul. Viitorul este nadejdea ei; viitorul este egoismul ei. Nadejdea cea deznadajduita, mangaierea cea nemangaiata sunt balsamul ei, care e tot atat de dulce ca si suferinta, ca si iubirea.

Iubesti, suferi, traiesti: iata troita iubirii.

Sarutarile iti alina setea, dar lacrimile iti trezesc in suflet doruri mari, istovitoare si dragi, pe care nu ti le pot alina nici sarutarile. Din ochi picura lacrimi, izvorul cel vesnic al iubirii, din iubire picura cantecul, poezia, frumosul, izvorul cel vesnic al lacrimilor.

O bobita de lacrima ce tremura sfioasa pe geana iubitei e o comoara mai mare si mai pretioasa decat sarutarile si imbratisarile tuturor femeilor din lume.

O, vanitas vanitatum vanitas! [desertaciune, desertaciunea desertaciunilor] zice poetul.

Toate suferintele sunt desarte! iti sopteste un glas dinlauntru.

Sarutarile, lacrimi, iubire: toate sunt desertaciuni mari, nimicuri pline de dureri.

Si totusi, pentru aceste nimicuri desarte, pentru aceste desertaciuni nepatrunse as fi in stare acum sa-mi dau tot ce am mai scump pe lume, as fi in stare sa-mi dau chiar viata…

Nu stiu daca e bine ceea ce fac sau e rau, dar simt ca din toate desertaciunile lumesti am ales pe cea mai frumoasa, care e cea mai frumoasa, fiindca e cea mai desarta din toate.

de Liviu Rebreanu

song of the week

Vanessa Hudgens- Whatever Will Be

Sometimes I feel like I’m a bird with broken wings
At times I dread my now and envy where I’ve been
But that’s when quiet wisdom takes control
At least I’ve got a story no one’s told

I finally learned to say
Whatever will be will be
I’ve learned to take
The good, the bad and breathe

‘Cause although we like
To know what life’s got planned
No one knows if shooting stars will land

These days it feels naive to put your faith in hope
To imitate a child, fall backwards on the snow
‘Cause that’s when fears will usually lead you blind
But now I try to under-analyse

Is the rope I walk wearing thin?
Is the life I love caving in?
Is the weight on your mind
A heavy black bird caged inside?

Say
Whatever will be will be
Take
The good, the bad
Just breathe

‘Cause although we like
To know what life’s got planned
No one knows if shooting stars will land

Whatever will be will be
I learned to take
The good, the bad and breathe
‘Cause although we like
To know what life’s got planned
Thing like that are never in your hands
No one knows if shooting stars will land

my grown-up Christmas list

Do you remember me?
I sat upon your knee
I wrote to you with childhood fantasies
Well, I’m all grown-up now
Can you still help somehow?
I’m not a child, but my heart still can dream

So here’s my lifelong wish
My grown-up Christmas list
Not for myself, but for a world in need

No more lives torn apart
That wars would never start
And time would heal all hearts
Every man would have a friend
That right would always win
And love would never end
This is my grown-up Christmas list

 

Grey’s wisdom

No one believes that their life will turn out just kind of okay.

We all think we’re going to be great and we feel a little bit robbed when our expectations aren’t met. But sometimes expectations sell us short. Sometimes the expected simply pales in comparison to the unexpected. You got to wonder why we cling to our expectations, because the expected is just what keeps us steady. Standing. Still, the expected’s just the beginning, the unexpected is what changes our lives.


crush…

Do you ever think
When you’re all alone
All that we can be
Where this thing could go…

A wonderful song by David Archuleta 🙂

You can listen to it here.