Tagane Objave ‘ Irska’

He came from a broken home

Sobota, Julij 16th, 2011

Sedel sem tam v tistem temnem pubu, zunaj pa sijalo sonce in razigrani študenti so posedali ob izlivu reke Corrib v Gallwayski zaliv, njihov smeh pa se je mešal s kriki galebov in zvoki mesta sredi delovnega dne.

Mika je to jutro odšla, potem ko je kot tisti Brechtov oblak cvetela samo minuto, jaz pa sem obsedel tam v tistem temnem pubu z Beamishem pred sabo, objokujoč oblak, ki se nikoli več ne vrne.

Iz nahrbtnika sem potegnil knjigo NOW AND THEN Gila Scotta Herona, ki sem jo dan prej kupil v knjigarni Charlieja Byrnea. Pa je malo manjkalo, da bi jo vrnil na polico, ker sem imel nabranih že preveč knjig in omejen prostor v nahrbtniku. Potem je nazaj na police romala stara bukva iz začetka 19. stoletja z vonjem po spodnjicah tistega papeža, o katerem je govorila in sem si o njej domišljal, da je v resnici vredna precej več kot tistih sedem eurov, kolikor je zanjo zahteval Charlie.

Tako sem sedel tam v tistem temnem pabu, listal po Heronovi zbirki in zadrževal solze, solze za Miko in vse ženske, ki so mi kdaj kaj pomenile. Priznam, prelile so se malenkost čez rob in se vpile v papir, ko sem bral Heronovo hvalnico ženskam, ki so ga vzgojile, Coming from a broken home:

..and women folk raised me and I was full grown
before I knew I came from a broken home.
Oh yeah!…

…My Life has been guided by women
but because of them I am a Man.

Skrivajoš solze v očeh sem naročil še en Beamish. Mika je odšla, čez nekaj dni sem odšel še jaz. In kmalu zatem je Gil Scott Heron zapustil geto imenovan Zemlja, kot oblak, ki ga veter je pregnal z neba.

And I was hurt and scared and shocked
when Gil Scott left suddenly one night,
and they sent a limousine from heaven
to take him to God if there is one.
So I knew he had gone.
And he came from a broken home.

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Mika, a sort of homecoming

Ponedeljek, Maj 2nd, 2011

For all you beautiful people I have met on my little journey thru colorful landscape of Ireland.

For my man Smilko Emilio Corky,

for bunch of spanish and bask students in Dublin and Cork,

for Eňaut, bask student and musician,

for la Parmena, wild latin girl,

for siňorita Clemencita por favor, sensual french student,

for Claire (Oh, my God You look like Bono), dublin student in Cork,

for Nina, fragile but strong slovenian girl from Cork (hope we will meet again)

for Mika and Nozomi, my lovely japanese companions on the streets of Galway.

I love you all!

And once again for you Mika, you break the wall, that was build for centuries, releasing the water and making the wast, moonlike landscape to became colorful, blooming place, as once meant to be. Thank You!

I love you!!!

And you hunger for the time
Time to heal, desire, time
And your earth moves beneath
Your own dream landscape

Oh don’t sorrow, no don’t weep
For tonight, at last
I am coming home
I am coming home …

I AM AT HOME …

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Beware of the risen people

Nedelja, September 26th, 2010

Z neba so se spustile kače, da bi učile peto …1

Bojda je največja prevara hudiča ta, da je svet prepričal, da ne obstaja. Podobno se tudi duhovna hierarhija planeta skriva za simboli, ki so po svoji naravi dvojni. Kajti v času, ko je notranji jaz človeka obdan z debelim obzidjem materije in globokim morjem prevar astralnega sveta, delujejo KAČE MODROSTI skrito pred večino človeštva, preko velikih umov, ki so sposobni ujeti ideje tistih, ki so nekoč bili ljudje in so zdaj duhovi2 , ter jih preobraziti v realno silo, ki spreminja svet. (več …)

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