Marti, 9 februarie 2010, ora 19
Tribuna tinerilor interpreti
Dirijor: Cristian Orosanu
Andrei Cristian Stanciu, vioara
Teodora Stoica, viola
Constantin Sorin Munteanu, violoncel
Corina Gavril, viola
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
Simfonia concertanta pentru vioara si viola in mi bemol major, KV 364
Camille Saint-Saëns
Concertul nr. 1 pentru violoncel si orchestra in la minor, op. 33
William Walton
Concertul pentru viola si orchestra.
Inghesuita intre liceeni, imbracata sobru, eleganta, eu.
Uneori raman uimita de personajele care dau pe la filarmonica. Dar e bine ca macar o data, o singura data in viata sa ai parte de calm si liniste si muzica buna.Au fost draguti copii de langa mine, chiar si cand au stricat 'Bravo'. Am acceptat. Probabil erau colegi, sau amici, sau chiar nu stiu.
Din p.d.v. muzical mi-a placut prima pereche. Parca a fost o conversatie in alta limba; o limba melodioasa; care picta emotii si relatii. M-au facut sa zambesc. Ultima fata a fost diferita, a fost expresiva, a fost mai greu de inteles.
Dar baiatul a fost mai presus. Cu atitudinea lui superioara, dar intr-un fel pozitiv, parca pentru el era doar muzica, nimic altceva, noi nu existam, si totusi, din limbajul trupului lui am inteles "uitati-va la mine! creez poezie cu arcusul meu, sunt de neatins, si asa voi ramane pentru totdeauna! " :) "Pantilimon" a fost epic.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.
“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”
“God does not play dice with the universe; He plays an ineffable game of His own devising, which might be compared, from the perspective of the players, (ie everybody), to being involved in an obscure and complex version of poker in a pitch-dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a Dealer who won't tell you the rules, and who smiles all the time.”
“I've been making a list of the things they don't teach you at school. They don't teach you how to love somebody. They don't teach you how to be famous. They don't teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don't teach you how to walk away from someone you don't love any longer. They don't teach you how to know what's going on in someone else's mind. They don't teach you what to say to someone who's dying. They don't teach you anything worth knowing.”
“If I never met you, I wouldn't like you. If I didn't like you, I wouldn't love you. If I didn't love you, I wouldn't miss you. But I did, I do, and I will.”
“Love me when I least deserve it, because that's when I really need it.”
“Love is when you shed a tear and still want him, it's when he ignores you and you still love him, it's when he loves another girl but you still smile and say I'm happy for you, when all you really do is cry.”
“God does not play dice with the universe; He plays an ineffable game of His own devising, which might be compared, from the perspective of the players, (ie everybody), to being involved in an obscure and complex version of poker in a pitch-dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a Dealer who won't tell you the rules, and who smiles all the time.”
“I've been making a list of the things they don't teach you at school. They don't teach you how to love somebody. They don't teach you how to be famous. They don't teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don't teach you how to walk away from someone you don't love any longer. They don't teach you how to know what's going on in someone else's mind. They don't teach you what to say to someone who's dying. They don't teach you anything worth knowing.”
“If I never met you, I wouldn't like you. If I didn't like you, I wouldn't love you. If I didn't love you, I wouldn't miss you. But I did, I do, and I will.”
“Love me when I least deserve it, because that's when I really need it.”
“Love is when you shed a tear and still want him, it's when he ignores you and you still love him, it's when he loves another girl but you still smile and say I'm happy for you, when all you really do is cry.”
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Invictus
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
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