Leaving is a little bit like dying - Partir c'est mourir un peu

SEUL, " RONDEL DE L'ADIEU "
Partir c'est mourir un peu,
C'est mourir à ce que l'on aime :
On laisse un peut de soi-même
En toute heure et dans tout lieu.

C'est toujours le deuil d'un voeu,
Le dernier vers d'un poème ;
Partir, c'est mourir à ce que l'on aime.

Et l'on part et c'est un jeu
Et jusqu'à l'adieu suprème
C'est son âme que l'on sème,
Que l'on sème en chaque adieu :
Partir, c'est mourir un peu.

Edmond HARAUCOURT (1891)

Kris Kristofferson - I'd rather be sorry...

If you hurt me, you won't be the first or the last
In a lifetime of many mistakes.
But I won't spend tomorrow regretting the past
For the chances that I didn't take.

'Cause I'll never know 'til it's over
If I'm right or I'm wrong loving you,
But I'd rather be sorry for something I've done
Than for something that I didn't do.

When you touch me it's easy to make me believe
Tomorrow won't take you away
But I'd gamble whatever tomorrow might bring
For the love that I'm living today.

'Cause I'll never know 'til it's over
If I'm right or I'm wrong loving you,
But I'd rather be sorry for something I've done
Than for something that I didn't do.

I know someday that I may wake up all alone
When the love I believed in has died
But at least I won't wonder what I might have won
>From the lifetime that I watched going by

'Cause I'll never know 'til it's over
If I'm right or I'm wrong loving you,
But I'd rather be sorry for something I've done
Than for something that I didn't do

"No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were. Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee."
John Donne

Thursday song:-)

LOOKING FOR SPACE
John Denver

On the road of experience I'm trying to find my own way.
Sometimes I wish that I could fly away.
When I think that I'm moving suddenly things stand still,
I'm afraid 'cause I think they always will.

And I'm looking for space and to find out who I am
and I'm looking to know and understand.
It's a sweet, sweet dream, sometimes I'm almost there,
sometimes I fly like an eagle and sometimes I'm deep in despair.

All alone in the universe, sometimes that's how it seems.
I get lost in the sadness and the screams.
Then I look in the center, suddenly everything's clear,
I find myself in the sunshine and my dreams.

And I'm looking for space and to find out who I am
and I'm looking to know and understand.
It's a sweet, sweet dream, sometimes I'm almost there,
sometimes I fly like an eagle and sometimes I'm deep in despair.

On the road of experience join in the living day.
If there's an answer it's just that it's just that way.

When you're looking for space and to find out who you are,
when you're looking to try and reach the stars
it's a sweet, sweet dream, sometimes I'm almost there,
sometimes I fly like an eagle but sometimes I'm deep in despair.
Sometimes I fly like an eagle, like an eagle I go flying, flying.

Csak eszembe jutott minap:)

"What can you say about a twenty-five-year-old girl who died?
That she was beautiful. And brilliant. That she loved Mozart and Bach. And the Beatles. And me. Once, when she specifically lumped me with those musical types, I asked her what the order was, and she replied, smiling, “Alphabetical.” At the time I smiled too. But now I sit and wonder whether she was listing me by my first name -- in which case I would trail Mozart -- or by my last name, in which case I would edge in there between Bach and the Beatles. Either way I don't come first, which for some stupid reason bothers hell out of me, having grown up with the notion that I always had to be number one."

Khalil Gibran - The Prophet - On Love

"... And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.

But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:

To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.

To know the pain of too much tenderness.

To be wounded by your own understanding of love;

And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;

To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;

To return home at eventide with gratitude;

And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips."

Marceline Desbordes-Valmore

Apart (Les Séparés)

Do not write. I am sad, and want my light put out.
Summers in your absence are as dark as a room.
I have closed my arms again. They must do without.
To knock at my heart is like knocking at a tomb.
Do not write!

Do not write. Let us learn to die, as best we may.
Did I love you? Ask God. Ask yourself. Do you know?
To hear that you love me, when you are far away,
Is like hearing from heaven and never to go.
Do not write!

Do not write. I fear you. I fear to remember,
For memory holds the voice I have often heard.
To the one who cannot drink, do not show water,
The beloved one's picture in the handwritten word.
Do not write!

Do not write those gentle words that I dare not see,
It seems that your voice is spreading them on my heart,
Across your smile, on fire, they appear to me,
It seems that a kiss is printing them on my heart.
Do not write!

Study group photo

Ime ket foto az MPH study group-omrol, akikkel egyutt keszultunk a vizsgara!

November

Szeretteim - Mar csak nehany het es otthon leszek! December 17-en erkezem Budapestre es december 30-ig maradok. Az indulasomig meg sok sok feladattal kell elbannom itt az USA-ban.

Meg nem meseltem el Nektek, hogy elkezdtem teniszezni es lassan, de biztosan fejlesztem ezt a keszseget - meg nem vagyok kesz a jovo evi Wimbledonra, de lassacskan mar kellemesen utogetek a palyan:)

Nem meseltem azt sem el, hogy sikerult a master vizsgam!!! Mostmar csak nehany kurzus van hatra a majusi diplomaosztomig. Aztan irasbeli PhD vizsga 2007 oktobereben es remenyeim szerint szobeli decemberben. Vegul 2008 majusig diplomairas...

Csak roviden szerettem volna osszegezni hol allok most.

Puszillak Benneteket!

What a great-great song...

I Know It's Over
Lyrics by Stephen Morrissey
Music by Johnny Marr

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
And as I climb into an empty bed
Oh well. Enough said.
I know it's over - still I cling
I don't know where else I can go
Oh ...
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
See, the sea wants to take me
The knife wants to slit me
Do you think you can help me ?
Sad veiled bride, please be happy
Handsome groom, give her room
Loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly
(Though she needs you
More than she loves you)
And I know it's over - still I cling
I don't know where else I can go
Over and over and over and over
Over and over, la ...
I know it's over
And it never really began
But in my heart it was so real
And you even spoke to me, and said :
"If you're so funny
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
And if you're so clever
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
If you're so very entertaining
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
If you're so very good-looking
Why do you sleep alone tonight ?
I know ...
'Cause tonight is just like any other night
That's why you're on your own tonight
With your triumphs and your charms
While they're in each other's arms..."
It's so easy to laugh
It's so easy to hate
It takes strength to be gentle and kind
Over, over, over, over
It's so easy to laugh
It's so easy to hate
It takes guts to be gentle and kind
Over, over
Love is Natural and Real
But not for you, my love
Not tonight, my love
Love is Natural and Real
But not for such as you and I, my love
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my ...
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can even feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my ...

A smile to forget a nasty-nasty day:)

Sarah Brightman - The Perfect Year

Bring out the old, bring in the new
A midnight wish to share with you
Your lips are warm, my head is light
Were we alive before tonight?
I don't need a crowded ballroom
Everything I want is here
If you're with me, next year will be
The perfect year

No need to hear the music play
Our eyes say all there is to say
The clock has struck
The die is cast, let's take a chance
Forget the past

I don't need a crowded ballroom
Everything I want is here
If you're with me, next year will be
The perfect year

I don't need a crowded ballroom
Everything I want is here
If you're with me, next year will be
The perfect year

It's New Year's Eve, and hopes are high
Dance one year in, kiss one good-bye
Another chance, another start
So many dreams to tease the heart

We don't need a crowded ballroom
Everything we want is here
And face to face, we will embrace
The perfect year

We don't need a crowded ballroom
Everything we want is here
And face to face, w will embrace
The perfect year