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vineri, noiembrie 09, 2007

New Obsession/Argentine Tango

The tango first surfaced outside Argentina during the ragtime dance craze of the arly teens, when it became the latest rage in London, Paris and new York. Ironically, at that moment back home it was a dance of the bars and brothels, not something to be done in polite society. At first the notieriety it received abroad was an embarrasement to the Argentines. But eventually this international attention helped bring the tango into the country's proper salons and ballrooms and finally to become a major part of the Argentine identity. I hope the same may occur with these gorgeous, intriguing piano pieces from the tango's early years, which have yet to be fully appreciated. I believe the tango will be remembered as one of our century's most important musical innovations - perhaps on par with ragtime, jazz and rock-and-roll. It's possible that the book you are holding (Argentinean Tangos for Keyboard) may become one of the primary resources for future musical historians. If you are astonished by the first claim, please witheld judgement until you've played through the gorgeous, intriguing music in this volume. The second claim is based on the fact that this is the first extensive collection of early tango piano music ever published outside Argentina. It's amazing such wonderful music, born at the turn of the century, should remain innaccessible outside its native land for almost 100 years. But perhaps lack of easy access to the music is one reason why the tango has remaines so stereotyped, romantic, elusive and misunderstood. The tango is above all dance music. The dance and its music were born and evolved together in the final decades of the 19th century in the slums in the outskirts of Buenos Aires and in neighboring Montevideo, Uruguay (just across the Rio de la Plata). During its earliest years, from about 1880 to 1900, few tangos were recorded or comitted to paper. But during this final quarter of the 19th century was born a new generation of musicians who would soon take tango beyond its simple beginnings. These are the composers of the guardia vieja, the old guard. From about 1900 to 1920 they developed the tango into one of this century's most romantic and beautiful music forms. During the early years tangos might be played by a solo pianist in a cafe, or by a duo or trio with flute, violin, guitar or bandoneon. But publishers discovered that tango partituras, piano sheet music, could sell to tens of thousands of copies. Despite the fact that the guardia vieja composers played many different instruments, piano scores became the vehicle for capturing the evolution of the tango as the composers experimented with its form. his sheet music also served as charts for the early groups, somerimes containing lines for other instruments. Many of the early composers were self-taught, played by ear, and had to rely on friends to notate their music on paper. Some were part-time musicians, supporting themselves in other trades. And many played other instruments. By the late teens hundreds of composers had published literally thousands of tangos in Buenos Aires and Montevideo, though many tunes were printed in very small runs. Around 1920 the vocal tango became much more prominent, initially propelled by the popularity of folksinger Carlos Gardel. An entire genre of vocal tango music evolved with lyrics that might be compared to our country-western music. During he 1920s as the tango became more widely accepted, bands expanded to meet this rising popularity. Eventually the duos, trios and quartets of the early days grew to become the Argentine equivalent of our swing-era big bands - tango orchestras with 20 pieces or more, featuring entire sections of bandoneons and strings. Both the expansion of the orchestras and the rise of vocal tango give the music a very differentstyle after about 1920.
By Bill Matthiesen @

luni, octombrie 01, 2007


Super day outside, I think there are 25 degrees, and I'm spending my Monday inside, monitoring. But it's a good thing, since I'm part of the "low management", I actually like going to work, and the time passes more quickly .

I have the feeling that I'm going to like this month .

On Friday you'll find me (or not ) on the Baneasa Airport, cause it's going to rock, baby! That is, 30 years of IRIS, the aniversary concert.

Next weekend I'll be home, going to a wedding (not, not mine... yet). My uncle, or cousin (I never knew hehehe) is getting married to a Japanese girl. I've managed to find a greeeeat dress (blue, of course), and I can't wait to be there, cause I haven't seen him in years.

And I'm finally starting a new module at Let's Dance, with the sweetest partner possible . Oh how I miss a good rueda de casino! 3 weeks left, but I'm sure the days will fly away.

OctoberF(ir)st© 2007 moonlight All Rights Reserved

luni, august 20, 2007

Poema XX - Pablo Neruda

I've been reading/re-reading this last month all of Gabriel García Márquez' books (the ones that are published in Romania). I've started yesterday La Aventura de Miguel Littín, Clandestino en Chile, and I've remembered of maybe the greatest artist Chile gave to the world, Pablo Neruda.

I want to share with you one of the saddest, but also one of the most beautiful poems I have ever read... the original version, and also the English and Romanian translations - Poem XX.

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Escribir, por ejemplo: «La noche está estrellada,
y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos».
El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta.
Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Yo la quise, y a veces ella también me quiso.
En las noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos.
La besé tantas veces bajo el cielo infinito.
Ella me quiso, a veces yo también la quería.
Cómo no haber amado sus grandes ojos fijos.
Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Pensar que no la tengo. Sentir que la he perdido.
Oír la noche inmensa, más inmensa sin ella.
Y el verso cae al alma como al pasto el rocío.
Qué importa que mi amor no pudiera guardarla.
La noche está estrellada y ella no está conmigo.
Eso es todo. A lo lejos alguien canta. A lo lejos.
Mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.
Como para acercarla mi mirada la busca.
Mi corazón la busca, y ella no está conmigo.
La misma noche que hace blanquear los mismos árboles.
Nosotros, los de entonces, ya no somos los mismos.
Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero cuánto la quise.
Mi voz buscaba el viento para tocar su oído.
De otro. Será de otro. Como antes de mis besos.
Su voz, su cuerpo claro. Sus ojos infinitos.
Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero.
Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido.
Porque en noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos,
Mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.
Aunque éste sea el último dolor que ella me causa,
y éstos sean los últimos versos que yo le escribo.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."
The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.
To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.
What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.
That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.
As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.
The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.
I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.
Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.
Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.
Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.

Pot sa scriu versurile cele mai triste acum.
Sa scriu de pilda :”noaptea-i instelata
Si tremura sub gheata, in departare, astrii
Vantul noptii se roteste prin ceruri si canta”.
Pot sa scriu versurile cele mai triste in noaptea asta.
Da, am iubit-o si, uneori, si ea m-a iubit.
In nopti precum aceasta, am avut-o in bratele mele
Si, sub cerul fara margini, am sarutat-o de atatea ori.
Ea m-a iubit si, uneori si eu am iubit-o ;
Cum sa nu fi iubit nemiscarea marilor sai ochi.
S-ascult imensa noapte, mai imensa fara ea.
Si versul cade-n sufet ca roua peste iarba.
Ce importanta are ca dragostea mea n-o mai poate pastra ?
Noaptea e plina de stele si eu sunt fara ea.
Aceasta-i tot. In departare cineva canta. In departare.
Cu aceasta pierdere sufletul meu nu se poate impaca.
Ca si cand ar dori s-o apropie, ochii mei o cauta.
Inima mea o cauta, si ea nu e cu mine.
Aceasta noapte leagana aceiasi arbori,
Numai noi, cei de atunci, nu mai suntem aceiasi.
N-o mai iubesc, e adevarat,
Dar cat am iubit-o !...

joi, august 09, 2007

Israel's Holocaust Museum Awards Romanian Soldier Who Saved Jews in WWII

JERUSALEM: Israel's Holocaust museum on Wednesday posthumously honored a Romanian reserves officer who blocked the deportation of Romanian Jews to Nazi death camps.
Theodor Criveanu was inducted into Yad Vashem's "Righteous Among the Nations" group of non-Jews who rescued Jews from the Nazis. His son, Willie Criveanu, accepted the award on his behalf.
Six million European Jews were killed by German Nazis and their collaborators during World War II.
The 20,000 Jews of Czernowitz, Romania, were interned during the war and slated for deportation to death camps.
As a reserves officer in the Romanian army, Criveanu was assigned the task of presenting authorities a list of Jews who were required to work in the ghetto, and were thus spared deportation. According to testimonies given to Yad Vashem, Criveanu risked his own life by handing out permits beyond the allowed limit, including to Jews who were not essential to the work force. Yad Vashem said it could not estimate how many Jews he saved.
Criveanu married the daughter of one of the Jews he saved. He died in Romania in 1988.
"My father's life was based on justness, correctness. He was a great humanitarian, that was his nature," his son said at the ceremony. "He was a gift from God for my mother's family and to so many more."
More than 21,000 non-Jews have been honored by Yad Vashem, including Oskar Schindler, whose efforts to save more than 1,000 Jews was documented in the Oscar-award-winning film "Schindler's List." Of these, 53 Romanians have been honored.

marți, august 07, 2007

Florian Pittis

Me back... and unfortunately, not with the greatest news...

Today, at 14.00, the GREAT Florian Pittis will be taken on his last journey. He will be buried in the Bellu Graveyard, on the Actors' Alley.

It is absolutely useless to tell you how I feel, because it cannot be expressed in words. I have the sensation that the world will never be the same without the one that always said...

"It doesn't matter how long your hair is, it only matters how you think."

I read in the papers today, that someone... a fan... said... that, with the death of Florian Pittis, out youth died. I am grateful that I lived to see him sing and act. He was a great man, with a great voice, and in part thanks to his music, I have become the person I am now.

May you teach Heaven how to sing folk!

Florian Pittis, intre pasiunea pentru teatru, muzica rock si echipa Rapid

Actor, regizor, interpret de muzica folk, realizator de emisiuni radio si fan al echipei Rapid, Florian Pittis a incetat din viata duminica, la varsta de 63 de ani, la Institutul Oncologic din Bucuresti.

Pittis s-a nascut la 4 octombrie 1943, in Bucuresti. I se spunea “Motu”, porecla despre care Pittis a precizat, intr-un interviu aparut in august 1999 in revista Formula AS, ca i-a dat-o bunica din partea tatalui. Era alintat “Motu” pentru ca era primul nepot, care urma sa duca numele familiei mai departe si din acest motiv era “mai cu mot”.

A urmat cursurile Liceului “Gheorghe Lazar” din Capitala, la sectia real – matematica, iar in 1966 a absolvit Institutul de Arta Teatrala si Cinematografica (IATC), la clasa actorului Radu Beligan. Pasiunea pentru teatru a inceput in anul 1958, cand a intrat in Cercul dramatic infiintat la liceu de actorul Petre Gheorghiu de la Teatrul Municipal “Lucia Sturza-Bulandra”. In acelasi an a facut figuratie in spectacolul “Omul cu martoaga”, la Teatrul National, unde a intrat cu ajutorul tatalui, care, pensionar fiind, facea, la randul sau, figuratie acolo.

Cariera in teatru

La IATC a intrat din a doua incercare, dupa ce a luat lectii de dictie si a lucrat ca electrician voluntar la Teatrul Bulandra, timp in care a urmarit toate spectacolele, seara de seara, si aproape toate repetitiile. Recordul de vizionare a fost la spectacolul "Cum va place", pe care l-a vazut de 236 de ori. Pittis a afirmat ca “norocul” lui a fost Liviu Ciulei, care i-a propus, intr-o seara, sa inlocuiasca un actor, iar mai tarziu, cand maestrul a devenit director la Teatrul Bulandra, l-a si angajat. In prima sa aparitie pe scena teatrului, in 1961, a jucat in rolul pajului din piesa “Cum va place?” de Shakespeare, in regia lui Ciulei, pentru ca doi ani mai tarziu sa fie deja in echipa teatrului condusa de Ciulei ca director artistic.

Ca actor la Bulandra a colaborat cu mari regizori, printre care si Andrei Serban sau Alexandru Tocilescu. A fost Alencon din “Elisabeta I” de Paul Foster, Alioska din “Azilul de noapte” de M. Gorki, Edmund si Jamie din “Lungul drum al zilei catre noapte” de Eugene O'Neill si Ariel din “Furtuna” de Shakespeare, toate in regia lui Liviu Ciulei.

De-a lungul carierei sale in teatru, Pittis a si pus in scena o serie de spectacole, printre care se numara “Cum se numeau cei patru Beatles” de Stephen Poliacoff, a carui premiera a avut loc pe 12 ianuarie 1980, “Cainele gradinarului” de Lope de Vega, cu premiera la 22 iulie 1988, “Meditatiile Ritei” de Willy Russel, jucat prima oara la 1 ianuarie 1989, si “Black & White” de Keith Waterhouse si Willis Hall, cu premiera la 23 ianuarie 1998. Florian Pittis a si jucat in primele trei piese.

S-a facut cunoscut si in spectacole de divertisment, mai ales cele de televiziune ale regizorului Alexandru Bocanet. A format un trio de succes alaturi de Anda Calugareanu si Dan Tufaru. Dupa cum relata pentru Formula AS, acest ciclu din viata sa “a aparut dintr-o joaca (...) de un Revelion”, pe care l-a petrecut acasa la Alexandru Bocanet, unde a fost invitat, alaturi de Anda Calugareanu si de sotul ei, Dan Tufaru. In noaptea aceea au hotarat sa nu puna muzica, sa inchida radioul, televizorul si telefonul si sa cante impreuna. “Si ne-a iesit seara aia atat de bine, ca am hotarat sa o 'facem' si la televiziune”, a mai spus Pittis.

Vocea lui Florian Pittis a devenit, alaturi de cele ale Marianei Zaharescu si Luciei Muresan, o marca a uneia dintre cele mai longevive emisiuni TVR, “Teleenciclopedia”.

A avut si cateva roluri in filme ca "Gioconda fara suras", "Adio", "Draga Nela", "Veronica se intoarce", "Innebunesc si-mi pare rau", iar vocea sa se poate auzi in varianta dublata a filmului de animatie "Masini", din 2006.

Pasiune pentru muzica rock

Pasionat de rock, Pittis a popularizat acest gen muzical prin emisiuni radiofonice, auditii si cronici in mai multe publicatii. Purta par lung din 1971 si a declarat intotdeauna ca nu are de gand sa renunte la el. A fost marcat de filmul “Hair” si de Woodstock-ul din 1969, pe vremea cand se afla la Paris cu o bursa.

Intalnirea sa cu muzica a avut loc in timpul scolii generale. In 1956 a inceput sa indrageasca rock-ul, pe cand mergea la restaurantul Ceahlaul, unde o formatie canta piesa “Rock Around the Clock” a lui Bill Haley, la acordeon, tambal si nai. El a mai spus ca primul mare succes din viata lui s-a petrecut in muzica, la o serbare la gradinita, cand a cantat “Pe Mures si pe Tarnave”, imbracat in costum popular.

Primele spectacole de muzica si poezie le-a sustinut in anii ‘70, la Teatrul Bulandra, alaturi de actorul Ion Caramitru si de formatia Sfinx. Dupa ce au fost interzise, a inceput, in septembrie 1981, seria „Poezia muzicii tinere”, spectacol in care prezenta marile succese ale Beatles din anii ‘62-’66, prelungite seara cu recitari de poezii si cu multa muzica. Dupa ce si acestea au fost interzise, a urmat „Cantec despre mine insumi”, tot la Bulandra.

A facut parte din Cenaclul Flacara condus de Adrian Paunescu.

In 1992 a fondat, la Ramnicu Valcea, grupul de muzica folk-pop “Pasarea Colibri”, impreuna cu Mircea Baniciu. Actul de nastere al trupei a fost semnat, practic, odata cu aparitia albumului „Nu trantiti usa!” al lui Mircea Vintila si Florian Pittis, la care au colaborat cu aranjamentul orchestral Mircea Baniciu si Vlady Cnejevici. In 2000, Florian Pittis a renuntat sa participe la spectacole. Printre albumele imprimate cu “Pasarea Colibri” se afla “In cautarea cuibului pierdut” (mai 1995), “Ciripituri” (august 1996), “Cantece de bivuac” (1999).

In martie 1999 a devenit directorul postului Radio Romania Tineret, care, in noiembrie 2004, s-a transformat in “Radio 3net”, primul radio romanesc care a emis exclusiv pe internet

Fan al echipei Rapid

Pasionat de fotbal, Pittis a fost si fan al echipei Rapid si membru al Clubului Aristocratic Rapid. La infiintarea clubului, in 2001, a devenit prim-vicepresedinte al Consiliului Director si membru al Senatului, ales pe viata. Dupa cum a declarat intr-un interviu din “Formula AS”, nu frecventa stadionul de fotbal, pentru ca aducea ghinion echipei, insa casa sa, mocheta, draperia si catifeaua de pe canapea si fotolii sunt visinii, culoarea echipei.

Florian Pittis© 2007 moonlight All Rights Reserved. Biography from Suplimentul de CULTURA. Photo by Tiberiu Crisan for

marți, iunie 12, 2007

This Month's Lovers

I love the smell of the lime trees in June. I love the feeling of a silk dress on my bare legs. I love to wander aimlessly on the streets of Bucharest. I love the soft cool wind of the summer nights. I love the way your hair curls on your neck. I love ice-cream on a hot day. I love the hot days. I love ice-cream anytime. I love blue. I love the blue sky that makes me feel so little and insignificant. I love green tea with lemon and ice. I love the smell of the lake under the early sunset, when I return home. I like the end of a working day, when everything goes quiet.

I love MSN. I love AXN. I love Moeciu. I love the Viennese waltz and the jive. I love cha-cha-cha, salsa, tango, merengue. I love bachata. I love the way we dance the bachata. I love the ocean. I love the bitter-sweet memories of a summer week in Madrid. I love you. I love cold showers and cinnamon body lotion. I love cinnamon. I love strawberries, cherries and peaches. I love strawberries and cream. I love whiskey cream. I love wind bells. I love Garcia Marquez' "Cien años de soledad". I love cooking. I love cooking for you.

I love pink nail polish. I love fresh bed linen. I love white clothes. I love modeling your naked skin with my hands. I love to sleep naked with the window opened to let the night in. I love the summer nights. I love books and movies. I love making up stories. I love the boats on the Cismigiu lake. I love the vanilla scent in the Crangasi metro station. I love the way you laugh and the way you make me laugh. I love planes and the places they can take you. I love dreams and the planets they can make you fly to.

I love red roses that do not smell, and the May lilies. I love solitude. I love your morning kisses. I love happy tears and hope. I love football. I love turtles. I love tomatoes. I love chocolate. I love sand, and self-tanning lotion. I love forgetting and remembering. I love the future. I love June.

joi, iunie 07, 2007

Así estoy yo sin ti

For the one I love...

Extraño como un pato en el Manzanares,
torpe como un suicida sin vocación,
absurdo como un belga por soleares,
vacío como una isla sin Robinson,
oscuro como un túnel sin tren expreso,
negro como los ángeles de Machín,
febril como la carta de amor de un preso...,
Así estoy yo, así estoy yo, sin ti.
Perdido como un quinto en día de permiso,
como un santo sin paraíso,
como el ojo del maniquí,
huraño como un dandy con lamparones,
como un barco sin polizones...,
así estoy yo, así estoy yo, sin ti.
Más triste que un torero
al otro lado del telón de acero.
Así estoy yo, así estoy yo, sin ti.
Vencido como un viejo que pierde al tute,
lascivo como el beso del coronel,
furtivo como el Lute cuando era el Lute,
inquieto como un próroco en un burdel,
errante como un taxi por el desierto,
quemado como el cielo de Chernovil,
solo como un poeta en el aeropuerto...,
así estoy yo, así estoy yo, sin ti.
Inútil como un sello por triplicado,
como el semen de los ahorcados,
como el libro del porvenir,
violento como un niño sin cumpleaños,
como el perfume del desengaño...,
así estoy yo, así estoy yo, sin ti.
Más triste que un torero
al otro lado del telón de acero.
Así estoy yo, así estoy yo, sin ti.
Amargo como el vino del exiliado,
como el domingo del jubilado,
como una boda por lo civil,
macabro como el vientre de los misiles,
como un pájaro en un desfile...,
así estoy yo, así estoy yo, sin ti.
Más triste que un torero
al otro lado del telón de acero.
Así estoy yo, así estoy yo, sin ti.

Así estoy yo sin ti by Joaquín Sabina ; PHOTO © 2007 moonlight All Rights Reserved

joi, mai 31, 2007

Train Station

There are times in our lives when we need to decide. We stop on our journey, and we have two roads ahead, and whether we make the correct choice, only time can tell. The only thing we know is that we cannot just stay there, waiting for the future to happen, or for others to decide for us.

I have been waiting for something to happen. I don't know what, I just waited... I've been on a journey for quite some time, without getting anywhere in particular, just wandering around senseless. Now, I believe I have reached that place that makes me feel safe, secure in some way, although, as every new beginning, it has some risks. I feel like I have been traveling on a train, on which I felt good being miserable. (I know it's absurd, but I was actually feeling perfect when I was sad). Now, I had to stop in this station, and asked to decide between the past and the future. Between miserable and the hope to be happy. Between desperation, foolishness, never ending still impossible dreams, and a reality more concrete, more touchable, and more fulfilling than I ever thought it might be.

And although logic always told me what to do, for a long time my heart contradicted me. Now, logic and heart, they both say the same. And I have chosen to move forward and to be happy, because as overrated as happiness may be, it is most sure preferable than tears. And although I adore being unhappy, because it makes me creative, it's my special artistic state of mind, I have reached the conclusion that I am no Sylvia Plath, and I actually like being alive and smiling.

So, I am facing happiness, one so complete, that I don't have to wonder every day whether it's real or not, whether tomorrow it will go away, whether it will last. Right now, I feel home. Spiritually, home. And you know what? I'm starting to learn that smiling can be an every day activity, and that it's not damaging to my face (hehehehe).

This goes for you... baila conmigo...

Train Station © 2007 moonlight All Rights Reserved ; PHOTO by PATITO

miercuri, mai 30, 2007

Fishisms, Mcbealisms... and Me in Between

I told you before I like "Ally McBeal". I also told you that I find myself in the character, and most of the time I associate myself with her. Well, I've started watching it again, took out my dvd-s. Anyways, this is a reason to post some of the best fishisms, mcbealisms and "snappish" quotes, some of which, of course, I relate to.

Ally McBeal: I like being a mess. It's who I am.

Ally McBeal: Even if I did get past all my problems, I'm just gonna get out and get new ones.

Ally McBeal: Maybe I'm happy and I just don't know it.

Ally McBeal: The real truth is, I probably don't want to be too happy or content. Because, then what? I actually like the quest, the search. That's the fun. The more lost you are, the more you have to look forward to. What do you know? I'm having a great time and I don't even know it.

Ally McBeal: There's no sin in loving men. Only pain!

Ally McBeal: You only die once!

Ally McBeal: Law and love are the same - romantic in concept but the actual practice can give you a yeast infection.

Ally McBeal: Men are like gum anyway - after you chew they lose their flavor.

Ally McBeal: The idea that when people come together, they stay together. I have to take that with me when I'm going to bed at night, Even if I'm going to bed alone. That's a McBealism.

Ally McBeal: Sometimes... there's no point in the truth if the only thing it will do is cause pain.

Ally McBeal: Wow... I have a boyfriend.

Ally McBeal: Here I am, the victim of my own choices. And I'm just starting.

Ally McBeal: Sometimes...when you hold out for everything, you walk away with nothing.

Ally McBeal: Today is going to be a...less bad day. I can feel it. Sometimes I wake up and know everything is going to be...less bad.

Ally McBeal: If you think back and replay your year, if it doesn't bring you tears either of joy or sadness, consider it wasted.

Ally McBeal: If women really wanted to change society, they could do it. I plan to change it. I just want to get married first.

Ally McBeal: How do I get myself into these things?

Ally McBeal: You can't win the raffle if you don't at least by a ticket.

Ally McBeal: Whoever said that plenty of fish in the sea thing was lying.
Sometimes there's only one fish. Trust me.

Ally McBeal: How did I get to be such a mess so soon in my life?

Ally McBeal: I know I've got it great, really, good job, good friends, loving family, total freedom, and long bubblebaths. What else could there be?

Ally McBeal: Who wants to be balanced? Balance is overrated!

Ally McBeal: There are some people who meet that somebody that they can never stop loving, no matter how hard they try. ... there are some loves that don't go away. And maybe that makes them crazy, but we should all be lucky enough to end up with somebody who has a little of that insanity. Someone who never lets go. Someone who cherishes you forever.

Georgia Thomas: Ally, what makes your problems so much bigger than everybody else's?
Ally McBeal: They're mine.

Renée Radick: Snow White. Cinderella. All about gettin' a guy. Being saved by the guy. Today it's the Little Mermaid, Aladdin, Pocahontas. All about gettin' a guy.
Ally McBeal: So basically we're screwed up because of...
Renée Radick: Disney.

Judge Jennifer "Whipper" Cone: No, I don't think you're nuts, but I don't think that you have both feet on the ground either.
Ally McBeal: You mean some people do?

Ally McBeal: Love isn't always enough.
Larry: Yeah, it is. You go without it long enough and you realize it's everything.

Richard Fish: You're not who you are, you're only what other people think you are. Fishism.

Richard Fish: "Problem" is just a bleak word for challenge.

Richard Fish: Everybody's alone. It's just easier to take in a relationship.

Richard Fish: Helping others is never more rewarding than when it's in your own self interest.

Richard Fish: Let me tell you something. I didn't become a lawyer because I like the law; the law sucks. It's boring, but it can also be used as a weapon. You want to bankrupt somebody? Cost him everything he's worked for? Make his wife leave him, even make his kids cry? Yeah, we can do that.

Richard Fish: Make enough money, and everything else will follow. Quote me. That's a Fishism.

Richard Fish: You know, I had a great aunt once who said if you stare at a beautiful woman too long, you turn to stone. She was partially right.

Richard Fish: John? John, y- you got the biggest booger. Oh, sorry, it's a frog. Bygones.

Richard Fish: Love is an equation, a me and a you derives a we."

Richard Fish: Never trust a second thought. Where there is two there is three. You will end up thinking forever.

Richard Fish: Personal questions don't bother me. I just lie.

Richard Fish: Sex for me, when it's right it's right. When it's wrong, it's still right. Fishism.

Georgia Thomas: Well, by all means let's hear your opinion, Richard.
Richard Fish: Simple. Men and women. Friction.
Georgia Thomas: That's it? Friction?
Richard Fish: Friction, friction, friction, orgasm. Fishism. Are we going to dance or not?

John "The Biscuit" Cage: The world is no longer a romantic place. Some of its people still are however, and therein lies the promise. Don't let the world win, Ally McBeal.

John "The Biscuit" Cage: I'm not going through an odd phase, I really am odd.

John "The Biscuit" Cage: Men lie to get women into bed. Women lie to get men into matrimony. Those are the simple facts of life.

John "The Biscuit" Cage: I need to take a moment.

John "The Biscuit" Cage: Unacceptable!

John "The Biscuit" Cage: Repugnant!

John "The Biscuit" Cage: Balls!

John "The Biscuit" Cage: I will not stand to be disparaged.

John "The Biscuit" Cage: I'm troubled.

John "The Biscuit" Cage: I'm drawn to her.

joi, mai 17, 2007


I haven't been writing anything personal in a long time. Although the last two songs I posted were very personal... but you know what I mean. It's maybe because I am happy. Dunno why... or do I? Things are starting to happen, to move in one way or the other. At least I am becoming more and more... settled, although things are far from being perfect.

I was home this week, I had to change my ID card, cause it expired (for 3 weeks, I am a person with no identity. How cool is that?! ) Anyways, it was kinda boring. I missed Piatra, and it is sooo beautiful this time of the year. But still, nothing you can actually do there. All my friends are now in Bucharest, and my grandparents from my mom's side are in Canada, so there was only my father and my grandma from my dad's side. Who, of course, wants to see me married. She gave me a time limit of two years. Imagine that... Plus, she wants me to marry someone close to home. Yeah, right... It's funny though, to see her struggle, and I loove making fun of her . I have reached the conclusion that I am still a kid in some ways, I went through a scary experience yesterday and realized that I am not mature enough to take responsibilities... so my granny will have to wait a long time until I actually take a step like that. Plus, until this moment, I didn't find anyone I would actually want to marry .

I got promoted at work. I hope I'll do a good job. We shall see about that, it's only been a few weeks.

Some movies I've seen lately: Spiderman 3 (DO NOT make the same mistake I did, it's a total failure... oh, no, actually the scene when Spiderman cries is kinda funny ). TMNT - Teen Mutant Ninja Turtles (I saw it yesterday evening, really funny, if you like cartoons you will love this). The Promise (a Chinese movie, fantastic, quite good - I liked it very much). I am waiting for Shrek the Third and Pirates .

And on a more personal note... my mother would have turned 49 today. I miss her deeply... So, Happy Birthday, mom!

Notes© 2007 moonlight All Rights Reserved ; Photo by Ric (Stephen the Great's Tower - Piatra Neamt)

vineri, mai 11, 2007

Me gustas TÚ

This is a song that really defines me, and you will see why...

¿Qué horas son mi corazón?
Te lo dije bien clarito
Permanece a la escucha

Permanece a la escucha
12 de la noche en La Habana, Cuba
11 de la noche en San Salvador, El Salvador
11 de la noche en Maragua, Nicaragua

Me gustan los aviones, me gustas tú.
Me gusta viajar, me gustas tú.
Me gusta la mañana, me gustas tú.
Me gusta el viento, me gustas tú.
Me gusta soñar, me gustas tú.
Me gusta la mar, me gustas tú.
Qué voy a hacer,
je ne sais pas
Qué voy a hacer
Je ne sais plus
Qué voy a hacer
Je suis perdu
¿Que horas son, mi corazón?

Me gusta la moto, me gustas tú.
Me gusta correr, me gustas tú.
Me gusta la lluvia, me gustas tú.
Me gusta volver, me gustas tú.
Me gusta marijuana, me gustas tú.
Me gusta colombiana, me gustas tú.
Me gusta la montaña, me gustas tú.
Me gusta la noche, me gustas tú.
Qué voy a hacer,
je ne sais pas
Qué voy a hacer
Je ne sais plus
Qué voy a hacer
Je suis perdu
¿Que horas son, mi corazón?

Me gusta la cena, me gustas tú.
Me gusta la vecina, me gustas tú.
Me gusta su cocina, me gustas tú.
Me gusta camelar, me gustas tú.
Me gusta la guitarra, me gustas tú.
Me gusta el regaee, me gustas tú.
Qué voy a hacer,
je ne sais pas
Qué voy a hacer
Je ne sais plus
Qué voy a hacer
Je suis perdu
¿Que horas son, mi corazón?
Me gusta la canela, me gustas tú.
Me gusta el fuego, me gustas tú.
Me gusta menear, me gustas tú.
Me gusta La Coruña, me gustas tú.
Me gusta Malasaña, me gustas tú.
Me gusta la castaña, me gustas tú.
Me gusta Guatemala, me gustas TÚ.
Qué voy a hacer,
je ne sais pas
Qué voy a hacer
Je ne sais plus
Qué voy a hacer
Je suis perdu
¿Que horas son, mi corazón?
Qué voy a hacer,
je ne sais pas
Qué voy a hacer
Je ne sais plus
Qué voy a hacer
Je suis perdu
¿Que horas son, mi corazón?
Qué voy a hacer,
je ne sais pas
Qué voy a hacer
Je ne sais plus
Qué voy a hacer
Je suis perdu
¿Que horas son, mi corazón?

¿Que horas son, mi corazón?
¿Que horas son, mi corazón?
¿Que horas son, mi corazón?

¿Que horas son, mi corazón?

¿Que horas son, mi corazón?

Radio reloj

5 de la mañana

No todo lo que es oro brilla
Remedio chino e infalible

Esto es para todos los que conocí en España... y para la más especial que amo...

Un abrazo fuerte para La Coruña, ciudad que guarda aun mis sueños.

ME GUSTAS TÚ BY MANU CHAO ; VIDEO FROM YOUTUBE ; PHOTO BY... I don't remember now (In the photo - Torre de Hércules, La Coruña)

vineri, mai 04, 2007

Fico assim sem você - Claudinho e Buchecha

Avião sem asa,
Fogueira sem brasa,
Sou eu assim sem você;
Futebol sem bola,
Piu-piu sem Frajola,
Sou eu assim sem você.

Porque que é que tem que ser assim?
Se o meu desejo não tem fim...
Eu te quero a todo instante,
Nem mil auto-falantes
Vão poder falar por mim.

Amor sem beijinho,
Buchecha sem Claudinho,
Sou eu assim sem você;
Circo sem palhaço,
Namoro sem amasso,
Sou eu assim sem você.

Tô louca pra te ver chegar,
Tô louca pra te ter nas mãos,
Deitar no teu abraço,
Retomar o pedaço
Que falta no meu coração

Eu não existo longe de você
E a solidão é o meu pior castigo
Eu conto as horas pra poder te ver
Mas o relógio tá de mal comigo...
Por quê? Por quê?

Neném sem chupeta,
Romeu sem Julieta,
Sou eu assim sem você;
Carro sem estrada,
Queijo sem goiabada,
Sou eu assim sem você.

Porque que é que tem que ser assim?
Se o meu desejo não tem fim...
Eu te quero a todo instante,
Nem mil auto-falantes
Vão poder falar por mim.

Eu não existo longe de você
E a solidão é o meu pior castigo,
Eu conto as horas pra poder te ver
Mas o relógio tá de mal comigo...

Fico assim sem você - Claudinho e Buchecha ; VIDEO FROM YOUTUBE ; PHOTO © 2007 moonlight All Rights Reserved

luni, aprilie 23, 2007


Eccolo, è lui, è bellissimo, è il secondo scudetto consecutivo, il quindicesimo della storia di F.C. Internazionale Milano.
Ora, guardandolo da vicino, accarezzandolo in questo dolce aprile insieme a un popolo di tifosi in festa, è veramente bello questo secondo scudetto di Massimo Moratti, nato e cresciuto sotto la stella di Giacinto Facchetti, che in questi strepitanti momenti di felicità e di orgoglio nerazzurro ci manca ancora di più, ci mancherà sempre di più.

Questo è il titolo di campioni d'Italia 2006-2007 che nessuno è riuscito a staccare dalla maglia di Roberto Mancini, da quelle dei nostri bravissimi campioni che hanno autografato un Campionato da record, vincendo contro tutto e tutti, persino ogni partita a distanza contro il luogo comune distorto di un torneo facile. Non è mai facile stabilire o eguagliare record nello sport, come invece sono stati stabiliti ed eguagliati da una squadra costruita con passione e competenza, gestita con attenzione, guidata a testa alta, onorata in ogni allenamento, prima ancora che in tutte le partite, da un gruppo che aveva fissato un appuntamento ed è arrivato in largo anticipo sotto lo striscione del traguardo accompagnato dalla professionalità e dalla disponibilità dei moltissimi che hanno lavorato dietro le quinte, in sede, ad Appiano Gentile, allo stadio o al Settore Giovanile, al sito ufficiale come a Inter Channel o alla rivista. Tutti insieme, tutti qui, a braccia alte, insieme con milioni di straordinari tifosi: a Milano, che è la nostra città, come in ogni angolo del mondo, il nostro mondo nato quasi cento anni fa da un atto di ribellione, da un'idea geniale, dalla voglia di essere quello che altri non saranno mai.

Alzate il volume, fatevi sentire, c'è una gioia da urlare con rispetto e fantasia, con la nostra bandiera da sventolare sotto il cielo: l'Inter ha vinto lo scudetto, il secondo consecutivo. È la storia che lo ripete insieme con noi, è questa la storia che potremo raccontare ai cuori nerazzurri del futuro, come a noi hanno fatto sognare le leggende dell'Inter di Alfredo Foni (1952-1953 e 1953-1954) e della Grande Inter di Angelo Moratti ed Helenio Herrera (1964-1965 e 1965-1966).

Milano, 22 aprile 2007: l'Inter è Campione d'Italia. È la realtà il nostro sogno.


MILANO, 22 aprile 2007 - L'Inter è campione d'Italia. Per la quindicesima volta nella sua storia. Uno scudetto conquistato con cinque giornate di anticipo, con una sola sconfitta. Lo scudetto dei record. Come e più di quello del 1988-89, l'ultimo tricolore conquistato sul campo. Prima di quello dell'anno scorso, arrivato a tavolino. Un dominio assoluto. Il cielo è nerazzurro.
È lo scudetto di Massimo Moratti. Presidente, magnate, papà nerazzurro. Ma soprattutto tifoso. Ha speso tanto, dal 1995. Soldi, emozioni. Tutto per arrivare alle 16.45 di stasera, al triplice fischio finale di Siena-Inter. Per godersi un trionfo strameritato. Perchè chi ha sofferto tanto sa gustare più profondamente la vittoria. Per guardare tutti dall'alto. Per vedere San Siro vestito di nerazzurro. Per continuare la tradizione familiare di successi.
È lo scudetto di Roberto Mancini. Un passato da grande giocatore. Un presente da grande allenatore. Invidiato. Discusso. Ma capace di vincere, anzi di stravincere, e di farlo con il gioco sempre come filo conduttore. Forte nel gestire un gruppo di tanti campioni, ma capace di tendere la mano a chi ha sbagliato (vero Adriano?) senza anteporre l'orgoglio al buon senso. Forte delle proprie idee. Capace di parlare senza dover per forza usare il "politichese".
È lo scudetto dei giocatori. Perchè in campo ci vanno loro. E quindi merito alla vecchia guardia, a Zanetti, a Materazzi, che in campo ci hanno messo l'esempio, e fuori la faccia. E non da oggi. Merito ai nuovi acquisti, decisivi per compiere il salto di qualità. Alle sorprese come Maicon, alle conferme come Vieira, e al campione consacrato in nerazzurro. Indovinato: parliamo di Ibrahimovic. Talento cristallino diventato continuo, genio che ha saputo ridurre la sregolatezza, attaccante illuminato diventato spietato goleador.
È lo scudetto dei tifosi. Innamorati. A prescindere. Nelle gioie e nei (passati) dolori. Si sono cementati nelle delusioni, sfogati in pomeriggi e serate amare. È l'ora del riscatto. Della liberazione. Dell'orgoglio. Della gioia sfrenata. Perchè è scudetto. Perchè per loro nerazzurro è sempre stato sinonimo di bello. Ma da stasera lo è ancora di più. C'è più gusto ad essere interisti.
Riccardo Pratesi - Gazzetta dello Sport

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