Wednesday, September 21, 2011

OCTOBER...can't wait!


 Winter is easier to go through when you have your favorite TV shows to help you. 

Crazy House will be singing Jailhouse Rock...




...and my Zombie Mondays are coming back!








Friday, September 16, 2011

The Art Of Movement



In a dancer, there is a reverence for such forgotten things as the miracle of the small beautiful bones and their delicate strength.   
(Martha Graham)



Illan Riviere

Accomplished tribal fusion belly dancer and only eighteen years old. He is simply amazing! Enjoy!




Tribal Fusion Belly Dance is a modern form of belly dance which has evolved from American Tribal Style belly dancing, blending elements of ATS with any other style of dance. It frequently incorporates elements from Popping, Hip Hop, Breakdance, 'Egyptian' or 'Cabaret' belly dance, as well as from traditional forms such as Flamenco, Kathak, Bhangra, Balinese, and other folkloric dance styles. 
(Wikipedia)

Thank you Redhead!!!

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Ganymedes





GANYMEDES, the son of King Tros who gave his name to Troy, was the most beautiful youth alive and therefore chosen by the gods to be Zeus’s cup-bearer. It is said that Zeus, desiring Ganymedes also as his bedfellow, disguised himself in eagle’s feathers and abducted him from the Trojan plain.

Afterwards, on Zeus’s behalf, Hermes presented Tros with a golden vine, the work of Hephaestus, and two fine horses, in compensation for his loss, assuring him at the same time that Ganymedes had become immortal, exempt from the miseries of old age, and was now smiling, golden bowl in hand, as he dispensed bright nectar to the Father of Heaven.

Some say that Eos had first abducted Ganymedes to be her paramour, and that Zeus took him from her. Be that as it may, Hera certainly deplored the insult to herself, and to her daughter Hebe, until then the cup-bearer of the gods; but she succeeded only in vexing Zeus, who set Ganymedes’s image among the stars as Aquarius, the water-carrier.

(Taken from The Greek Myths by Robert Graves)


Sunday, September 4, 2011

Moody



TEMPESTADE

A luz pálida do luar
Dossolve a dor do meu pranto
Do amor que dei em vão
Do amor que me foi negado
Em vao...
Tenho saudades do mar.

A luz pálida do luar
Dossolve a dor do meu pranto
Do amor que dei em vão
Do amor que me foi negado
Em vao...

Ninguém ouve o meu lamento
Mágoa de sofrer em silencio
Um dia gritarei
Mais alto que os trovôes

Ninguém ouve o meu lamento
Mágoa de sofrer em silencio
Ninguém ouve o meu lamento
Mágoa de sofrer em silencio

TEMPEST
The pale light of the moon
Dossolve the pain of my tears
From the love I gave in vain
The love that I was denied
In vain …
I miss the sea.

The pale light of the moon
Dossolve the pain of my tears
From the love I gave in vain
The love that I was denied
In vain …

No one hears my cry
Woe to suffer in silence
One day cry
Louder than the thunder

No one hears my cry
Woe to suffer in silence
No one hears my cry
Woe to suffer in silence



Friday, September 2, 2011

Bjarkan - rune poem


Old Norwegian Rune Poem






You who bore me winters nine,
swaddled in a veil
spun from life and death.

Out of mother's deep womb,
into the green world.
Die and be reborn.