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Ne me quitte pas…

Icon Written by Martin on September 24, 2013 – 11:46 am

      If you go away on this summer day Then you might as well take the sun away All the birds that flew in the summer sky When our love was new and our hearts were high When the day was young, and the night was long And the moon stood still for […]

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Dni których nie znamy

Icon Written by Martin on August 30, 2011 – 1:42 am

( Only important days are those ahead of us ) Tyle było dni do utraty sił Do utraty tchu tyle było chwil Gdy żałujesz tych, z których nie masz nic Jedno warto znać, jedno tylko wiedz, że Ważne są tylko te dni, których jeszcze nie znamy Ważnych jest kilka tych chwil, tych na które czekamy […]

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Through the words of Arthur Rubinstein on…love

Icon Written by Martin on August 6, 2011 – 9:32 am

All my women, the adorable women with whom I have dreamed, have interested me. The naughty attraction that Nature has set between the two sexes, to perpetuate species, is excessively strong in me. But the idea of marriage horrifies me. If you hear someday that I have married, you’ll know that I have gone mad. […]

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I am waiting…..

Icon Written by Martin on May 19, 2011 – 12:13 am

I am waiting for my case to come up and I am waiting for a rebirth of wonder and I am waiting for someone to really discover America and wail and I am waiting for the discovery of a new symbolic western frontier and I am waiting for the American Eagle to really spread its […]

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Przez żełądek do serca

Icon Written by Martin on August 31, 2010 – 6:22 pm

Only for those who don’t speak Polish , the title of my post means ” The way to the heart is through the stomach” , which is a short version of an old  saying that  that the shortest way to man’s heart is through his stomach. I put this title to my August post because […]

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Shostakovich about music…

Icon Written by Martin on July 9, 2010 – 1:01 pm

Music is a means capable of expressing dark dramatism and pure rapture, suffering and ecstasy, fiery and cold fury, melancholy and wild merriment – and the subtlest nuances and interplay of these feelings which words are powerless to express and which are unattainable in painting and sculpture.

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Brahms….Svetlanov

Icon Written by Martin on June 10, 2010 – 1:55 am

Welcome back my dear readers ( so far I know there are two of you already!) Lately I have been so swamped with work that I totally have neglected my Diario. It;s almost 12.30 am and i promised myself to go to bed by 1am , but i felt a great need of sharing something […]

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Invictus

Icon Written by Martin on May 24, 2010 – 12:33 am

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 […]

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At the beginning there was…. ( 1st entry)

Icon Written by Martin on May 15, 2010 – 1:39 am

It’s been a while since I posted something in my blog. Partially because of the fact that i did not have my computer with me lately , but also because of the constant lack of time. However , it seems that my readers ( aka my little sister 😉  ) want to know what have […]

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Pre-entry entry…

Icon Written by Martin on April 25, 2010 – 9:17 pm

“Music hall, not poetry, is a criticism of life” – James Joyce …that’s how Umberto Eco’s “Diario Minimo” starts and i thought this to be an adequate 1st entry in my blog.

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