Juro que se meu corpitcho me desse essas condições…,me jogaria nessa compocição ”Bob Marley vai a Saint-Tropez”!

Gosto desse jogo de tons azul e branco, tão navy né gente ?!

Por que aqui em Goiânia está fazendo um calor que não é de Deus, viu pessoas… o.O

(Fonte: the sartorialist )

I was “digipainting” penny’s cute little lionhead and listening to bob marley earlier….and I realized that drawing bunnies with big hair and happy music is kinda like some crazy sort of therapy for me. yeaa!

hehe…so cute

Sa tingin ko, isa sa pinaka-under-appreciated na kanta ang “Redemption Song” ni Bob Marley dahil sa napakaganda nitong titik. Pero napaka-pop ng alam kong musika, kaya malamang na maraming iba pa.

Sentire dei ragazzi con la chitarra cantare una canzone e ricordarsi dei propri quindici anni,  di tutta la vita che ti scorreva tra le dita, le energie e le promesse e le speranze di tutto l’universo proprio lì nella tua spina dorsale, niente era difficile e tutto ovvio, la parola impossibile non la conoscevi, il mondo, immenso e piccolo, il tuo palcoscenico.
Vedere ora con mia figlia Romeo e Giulietta di Zeffirelli mi ha fatto più o meno lo stesso effetto, comprendere quale energia appartiene ad un’età che scivola via macinando momenti eccezionali su momenti eccezionali, tutto normale.
Finchè sei cresciuta, o invecchiata, e quella donna che non deve piangere non è più la terra, il pianeta intero o la vita stessa, ma semplicemente tu.
Non sai più se farlo per tristezza, malinconia o commozione, ma tanto non puoi, devi pensare ai figli, agli impegni, alle cose da portare avanti, a vivere, per cui “no woman no cry”.

A great song of Bob Marley. We hope to enjoy.

OK, so this isn’t the most fun entry to write; it still needs to be addressed, so here goes.

Everyone alive is going to die. That’s just how it is. Not fun, but accurate. However, not everyone alive is going to be killed.

That’s very good news.

The bad news is that those who are killed are the very unfortunate ones who die violently and at the hand of at least one very uncool person. And that is, indubitably, putting it mildly.

Let’s take a look at Bob Marley’s “I Shot the Sheriff.” The storyteller says that he shot the sheriff — but it was self-defense. Self-defense or no, if the sheriff dies due to complications from being shot, that would be considered dying a violent death, in which case anyone writing about it could write, “The sheriff was killed.”

So what about the deputy? Did he (assuming that the deputy’s a male) also die? Did he see the sheriff go down and freaked out so much that he went into cardiac arrest right then and there? If so, he died; he wasn’t killed.

Or is there more to the story? Did he get shot, as well? Did the storyteller shoot the deputy but is now lying about it? Or was there a second shooter? Did anyone check the bullet’s exit wound? Where’s the grassy knoll? If this scenario is valid, then he died, but he was also killed.

As the worst of two evils, killed trumps died.

Here’s another example. Let’s say that John Doe has an incurable disease and passes away from complications of that disease. This means that John has died.

Now let’s say that John has an incurable disease and is walking down the sidewalk to his umpteenth visit with his physician when he gets hit by a car driven by his ex-girlfriend, who just can’t get over him and thinks that he has been stepping out on her (she’s a lunatic, mind you). She thinks that all of John’s visits to the female doctor have been dates, and this ex has had it. So she’s decided to sideswipe John. After all, if she can’t have him, nobody can. So John is hit by the car and dies from his injuries. This means that, yes, John has died, but John has been killed.

I suppose you could argue that certain diseases are violent. I’d probably agree with you and say that just about any way to die is violent; I’m avoiding the whole death thing as best as I can. But it’s up to writers to use distinguishing language that gets across exactly what is meant. Hazy definitions are for weathermen, not writers.

It’s all in the details, folks.

So, to overkill a topic:

• Died = nonviolent death
• Was Killed = violent death

Happy trails!

SAK

A star is defined as a luminous body, stars have been used from time immemorial to guide humans in their travels, as well as give celestial messages that great changes are under way.  It is recorded that at the birth of Jesus, the wise men saw a star, which they followed to the newborn Messiah.

Much has been said as of late about some of the biggest names in hip-hop concerning their supposed allegiance with the Illuminati. “It’s a secret society all we ask is trust,” Jay-Z says in one of his songs. If wise men attended the birth of the Jesus some two thousand years before, is it possible that the same would be present today?  Our young and gifted are seen as “stars” and have the potential and some would argue the responsibility to guide a world in darkness, out to light.

While I have never knowingly met anyone from any secret society, it only seems logical that much knowledge exist in the world that we do not know.  Knowledge that could be shared, handed down, or revealed to a chosen few. The word Illuminati, according to the dictionary is said to mean the enlightened ones. Meaning something has been shared, or revealed that allowed them to see the light. The question that we must ask is, what is the responsibility of those who possess light, and those who having seen the light, to those who still grope in darkness?  The prophet Moses is reported to have seen a light, which he investigated and there receive his orders from God.

Why is Tupac dead? What knowledge was he coming into? How can a shining star like his be extinguished and the killer never found?  What about Notorious BIG?  Were these just random acts of violence?  Or is the greater message “do as you are told”? Many athletes on the college and pro levels will tell you that they are advised to stay away from using their celebrity for causes that are not in line with the agendas of their teams, or academic institutions. Kanye West, one of the artists being tied to the Illuminati via internet rumors. For example, in Jesus Walks, he raps, “if I talk about God my record won’t get played.” Why did he believe this?

The great Egyptian Pharaohs left messages that included the instruction to “Know Thyself.”   One could say that means, become enlightened, the way of the Buddha is enlightment.  Biblical teachings then ask what man having a light would hide it under a bushel basket.

Knowledge can be used for good or for evil, to know the personal failings of individuals in a world like this exposes one to blackmail etc., i.e. David Letterman.  As one who considers himself a fan of many of these brilliant stars, I am reminded of something I read on the life of Bob Marley, according to one of his managers he was once visited by members of U.S. intelligence and told that his music was taking away the children of America, particularly the young whites. He was told he should go in another direction, and of course, he refused.

Much is made about why many of our more famous people don’t seem concerned with social causes, what fears restrict them?  What pressures are they under? They seem to have it all, yet don’t appear concerned about the world and her children and their misdirection. Is it that they do not care or are they afraid?  While one can appreciate their fear, for it is fear that initially accompanies great responsibilities, the responsibilities are greater still. These stars must accept to lead a people from darkness into light, each star in the heavens it is said has a definite lifetime and when it burns up its supply of fuel, it is then extinguished. Not to worry though, new stars are being born every day, and having been born they then appear. What we need is an alignment of these great stars while their light still shines, for it is not those who recognize light that obedience is owed but to the one who is light and shares it with us. Jay Z, Kanye, Rihanna, and others were not given their light by any Illuminati; they are first children of a Most High God. How they choose to use that light will be recorded in history. They can either be written alongside the great guardians of old or can be known as modern day Pied Pipers, who lure children away never to be seen again, or even the Roman emperor Nero, who is known for his extravagance and sang and played music while the city burned.

Bro Richard

Mais do que expressões artísticas, diversas músicas acabaram se tornando
bandeiras de determinados pensamentos ou movimentos culturais
ao longo dos anos. O canal Vh1 apresenta uma série de nove documentários
que retratam com profundidade algumas canções que traduziram anseios
de gerações, geraram fortes mudanças de comportamento e desse modo,
porque não dizer, alteraram a história. Sempre contando detalhes 
até então desconhecidos sobre as canções e trazendo entrevistas marcantes.

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mi-e dor de tine.

incontinuu incontinuu incontinuu

I shot the sheriff

si cand imi dau jos ciorapii negri, dantelati

si cand imi beau cana cu lapte dimineata

in special cand imi scot pisoiul la plimbare

dar mai ales seara, it just kills me.

ma innebunesti, imi spui. dar manile tale stau reci

ca un preambul la trecutul meu fara glorie.

brain washing

si genunchii tai cuminti,ghemuiti in burta unei mame

careia ii spui “iubito”, don’t rock my boat

Iubitule

mi-e dor de tine

de cojocul tau din blana de urs in care ma invelesti cand am febra

de acuarele, suferindele culori ce-mi izvorasc dintre degete.

m-au intepat, asta vroiam sa-ti spun. mi-au facut o gaura in vena si dupa aia

cica trebuia sa vad lumea altfel, sa imi dau seama de mersul lucrurilor.sa nu mai zic ca luna e soare si soarele e luna

sun is shining

m-a durut

here comes the hotstepper

dorul

de tine cel care trebuia sa fii acolo sa-ti lipesti buzele

sa-mi opresti sangerarea

sa spui: oh, oh

walk on by

sangele tau e sangele meu razvratit

indulcit

nedelimitat de conturul unor vase fara colesterol.

sangele tau

e toata dragostea noastra!
esti bine, iubito.

o sa fii bine

a toi

These words begin the hit song of the legendary Marvin Gaye, as he asked the infamous question “What’s going on?” That question seems so appropriate for today’s realities. One must concede that Marvin Gaye was indeed ahead of his time.  The news is filled with stories that promote fear, suspicion, and tell of the worst aspects of human behavior.  So we are forced to ask ourselves nearly 40 years after its release “What’s going on?”

Nidal Hasan is identified as the shooter in the tragic shootings at Fort Hood, Texas; he supposedly has performed these heinous acts out of love for God and hatred for America.  What’s going on?  No interpretation of Islam, no concoction of any religious fervor put together can be used as a justification for mental illness. Mr. Nidal appears to be another in a long list of mental health professionals, he being an Army Physiatrist, who himself was in need of help.  What were the warning signs?  Were they ignored?  That some would use his profession of faith against him is of no more value than to use his profession as reasoning.  Islam, as a way of life, does not promote the taking of innocent life!

We won’t take the time to highlight the many evils that have been promoted in the name of the misunderstanding of God’s way and will, but the list goes on and on. From slavery, to the inquisition, on through to Timothy McVeigh, and others, misplaced aggression hidden under the banner of religious fervor has us where we are.

I am reminded of the movie “Religious,” in which comedian Bill Mayer challenges individuals based on their religious teachings to prove their particular system of belief. While taking a very irreligious approach the movie shows that most people, who make professions of faith, are not necessarily knowledgeable about the most in-depth aspects of their personal faith traditions. The Prophet Muhammad is reported to have said, “One learned man is harder on the wicked, than a thousand ignorant worshippers.” Sadly, most seem to be ignorant worshippers. 

Ignorance is defined in some cases as simply not knowing. Dare I say that with regard to most religions, particularly Islam, most just don’t know.  Ignorance is also referred to as to refrain from noticing, or recognizing. Have we not yet noticed that this level of intolerance is not the particular domain of any one group? The Bible’s teachings of Jesus tell us that before we condemn the speck in our brother’s eyes, we must first deal with the beam in our own.  Once again, the Bible’s teaching lets us know that there is “none good,” no not one.

This brings us to the case of John Allen Muhammad, another individual who professed to be of a particular faith tradition, yet he went totally against what he was being taught. Killing innocent men and women, misleading his young accomplice and (allegedly) plotting to kill his ex-wife? He was not taught that in the Mosque. Those in the Nation of Islam are known as hardworking, and committed to community, and any deviation is not the work of the guidance received, but, the misunderstanding of those followers who, like so many lose our way from time to time along life’s road.  Muslims anywhere, who are really trying to live the Quran, would not and cannot embrace such behavior, anymore than members of the Christian right embrace the rants of those who openly call for the killing of abortion doctors.

Lets us take time to inventory our world and ask ourselves, what’s going on?  For we are reminded of the words of Bob Marley, “that when the rain falls, it won’t fall on one man’s house.”

Bro Richard

Le malheur des intelligences trop raffinées, c’est de patauger dans les vérités :
se perdre dans le détail, inspecter chaque aspect sous toutes les coutures, peser et sous-peser le pour et le contre, mesurer ce qui est vrai et ce qui est faux, et à quel point il est vrai ou faux… Au-delà d’un certain stade, ce qu’on gagne en justesse par la méticulosité du jugement, on le perd en temps et en action.

On est mieux inspiré parfois de procéder par généralité, par approximation grossière. Emballer le grain avec l’ivraie, jeter le bébé avec l’eau du bain… Décider par exemple une bonne fois pour toute que le reggae est nul : nous passerons sans doute à côté de quelques joyaux, mais nous éviterons de nous farcir des millions de titres soporifiques ou insupportables. Décider qu’untel est un con, plutôt que se le fader des heures jusqu’à exhumer une pépite de valeur humaine (que d’emblée, nous savons qu’il contient). Et dès lors qu’une femme qui s’était avérée sympathique bien que tordue, nous fait douter de notre confiance, laisser tomber le mystère et les contradictions, et aller voir ailleurs !

Ma grand-mère était championne pour cela. Ma grand-mère vous jugeait sur pièce, par un bref examen, pour ne plus jamais changer d’avis. Puis elle vous plaquait cet avis sur la figure. Mon cousin, par exemple, était un cancre, c’était décidé. « Toi tu n’aimes pas trop les études », lui disait-elle amusée. Lui faisait tout pour lui démontrer le contraire : « il y a certaines matières que j’aime, comme la physique ». « Oui, mais ce que tu préfères, c’est t’amuser ». Il s’est débattu des années pour la dissuader, mais rien à faire. Et moi, c’était décidé, j’étais le contemplatif, la seule chose qui m’importait, c’était de « me retrancher dans ma tour d’ivoire » pour qu’on me fiche la paix. A chaque fois que je venais la voir, ma grand-mère s’escrimait à m’expliquer que je n’aimais pas venir ici, que de tous ses petits-enfants c’était moi qui venais le moins souvent… Et si je lui apportais la preuve que je venais aussi souvent que les autres, elle disait : « oh oui, tu fais ça pour être gentil. Mais ce que tu préfères, c’est rester tranquille, là-bas dans ta maison, dans ta chambre, tranquille dans ta tour d’ivoire ! ».

Cette péremption et cette étroitesse d’esprit m’ont longtemps agacées. J’ai toujours cherché à m’échapper de cette définition qu’elle essayait de me coller. Mais il a fallu se rendre à l’évidence : c’est ma grand-mère qui avait raison. Car aujourd’hui il est clair que, tout comme mon cousin était effectivement un cancre et n’a jamais cessé d’être médiocre dans ses études et son travail, ma seule ambition à moi a toujours été de me dégager du temps libre pour me retrancher dans ma tour d’ivoire. Avec un peu de jugeotte, je l’aurais compris plus tôt. J’aurais pu en plaisanter avec ma grand-mère et partager de beaux moments de complicité avec cette vieille femme qui m’avait cerné immédiatement et mieux que quiconque, y compris mieux que moi-même. Au lieu de ça, je lui ai toujours bêtement opposé mes mensonges et aujourd’hui elle est morte.

Oui, aussi révoltant que soit le procédé, c’est ma grand-mère qui avait raison. Et la vie fait souvent de même : elle décide que vous êtes comme ci ou comme ça une bonne fois pour toutes, et vous ne pouvez plus jamais être autre chose.

The Anniversary Of Bob Marley

Tracklist:

prima trupa a lui bob marley ….posibil sa fi avut si trupa

poze artistice cu blonde …nu am asa ceva dar  gasiti pe alea porno …parca:-??

slujbe de noapte la manastirea radu voda =)))) cummmmmm nu cred ca exista asa ceva…incearca pe anunturi.ro

veci si coudi ce veata minunata – am si loc de veci

barca pe apa poze artistice – poze artistice cu barci gasiti pe barci.ro

ochelari de soare poze artistice – cateodata port cand fac poze artistice:P