tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-381858599025587062024-03-13T01:49:35.152+02:00 destinaţia... întâmplătoare roxanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16981262353591628456noreply@blogger.comBlogger155125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38185859902558706.post-17439307666433484962015-03-30T00:09:00.002+03:002015-03-30T11:42:38.545+03:00Interese si realitati: Romania ca piata de desfacere a Europei... / Interests and realities: Romania as an EU outlet... <br />
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Poate cea mai fidela si mai sintetica radiografie a situatiei actuale a satului romanesc...<br />
O scrisoare deschisa, adresata Comisarului european pentru Agricultura si Dezvoltare Rurala, de catre <a href="https://www.facebook.com/PeterHurley.official" target="_blank">Peter Hurley - irlandezul din Romania</a>. Va multumesc, domnule Peter Hurley!<br />
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Maybe the most synthetic and authentic x-ray of the present Romanian village... An opened letter to the European Commissioner of Agriculture and Rural Development, by <a href="https://www.facebook.com/PeterHurley.official" target="_blank">Peter Hurley - irlandezul din Romania</a>. Thank you, Mr. Peter Hurley!<br />
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Numele meu este Peter Hurley. Sunt din Irlanda. Trăiesc în România de peste 20 de ani. În ultimii sase ani am fost implicat în proiecte civice de promovare a României rurale, pentru care în 2011 am fost decorat cu Ordinul National pentru Merit. În 2012, am fost director de promovare în cadrul Unitătii de Sprijin a Retelei Nationale de Dezvoltare Rurală, fiind responsabil cu încurajarea cooperativelor agricole, turism rural si produse traditionale.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Stiu că multi ar dori să vă vorbească astăzi. De aceea, am condensat punctul meu de vedere la câteva minute si as dori să vă cer permisiunea să vi-l împărtăsesc.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Pentru a răspunde la întrebarea referitoare la rolul PNDR în lupta împotriva sărăciei din mediul rural - răspunsul este suficient de clar. Ca si în cazul versiunii consultative a Ghidului Solicitantului pentru Măsura 4.1 – „Investitii in exploatatii agricole”, resursele concentrate pe exploatatii mai mari de 8.000 unităti exclud marea majoritate a gospodăriilor agricole. Este dificil a vedea planul ca având impact semnificativ asupra sărăciei.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">În decembrie 2008, am cinat cu un membru al Comisiei Parlamentare pentru Agricultură din Camera Deputatilor care mi-a spus: "În România sunt 120.000 de fermieri. Acestia reprezintă interesul nostru. Cele 4 milioane de gospodării tărănesti nu sunt problema noastră. Dacă doriti să vorbiti despre ele, luati legătura cu Ministerul Muncii si Protectiei Sociale. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Totusi nu este firesc să lăsăm responsabilitatea exclusiv în sarcina administratiei românesti. Cred că trebuie să cercetăm mai profund.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Solutia costă bani, cred ca mult peste cele 8 miliarde de euro stabilite prin Pilonul 2 pentru Programul National de Dezvoltare Rurală al României pentru perioada 2014-2020.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">În anii 1920, clasa tărănească de României era una dintre cele mai bogate din Europa. Am auzit că îsi trimitea copiii la scoală în Franta. In 1930 în România erau 7.500 de cooperative cu 1,5 milioane de actionari, în timp ce populatia totală a tării era de 10 milioane de persoane.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Această cultură înfloritoare a primit trei lovituri de gratie: 1949 - 1990 – 2007</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Comunistii au considerat clasa tărănească cel mai mare dusman al lor. I-au numit pe tărani "micii capitalisti". Cu ani în urmă, l-am întrebat pe un "capitalist mic" de 80 de ani:</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"Într-o zi, au venit în curtea mea si au luat totul. Au luat calul, vacile, toate animalele. Căruta, plugul, toate instrumentele noastre mari si mici. Au luat toate semintele si tot din magazie. Au luat chiar si mica râsnită pe care o foloseam pentru măcinarea porumbului. Au dus totul la ferma colectivă. Si din acea zi, dacă nu doream să murim de foame, a trebuit să lucrăm pentru ei."</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"Si cum a fost în 1990, când ti-ai recăpătat terenurilor?"</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"În 1990?", a spus el. "Mi-au dat înapoi terenul Dar nu mi-au dat nici un instrument pentru a-l lucra. A trebuit să încep iarasi de la zero. Numai că de data aceasta eram cu 45 de ani mai în vârstă si nu mai eram tânăr."</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Am auzit despre colectivizarea fortată începută în 1949. Se vorbeste doar foarte putin despre <strong><em>de-</em></strong>colectivizarea fortată din 1990 si efectul său devastator asupra unei populatii rurale deja sărăcite. Milioane de săteni au fost catapultati înapoi la Epoca Fierului, luptând pentru existentă pe 3 sau 4 parcele de teren, situate la kilometri distanta, muncă istovitoare, fără umbră, câteva unelte manuale, poate un cal si o carută folosite în comun.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">(M-am întrebat întotdeauna, unde au fost în ultimii 25 de ani organizatiile umbrelă, responsabile pentru promovarea spiritului de cooperare al Europei? De ce au abandonat acestea micii producători din România?)</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Si odată cu intrarea în UE în 2007, micii producători au fost pur si simplu distrusi. Au fost spulberati de complexul agro-industrial, care se întinde de la Portugalia până în Grecia. Cartofii sunt culesi în Germania (probabil de români), spălati în Italia si transportati în România. De la producător la consumator este un circuit închis. Acest complex a demarat acum 50 de ani, tot timpul subventionat de UE din toate punctele de vedere imaginabile: educational, ideologic, financiar, tehnologic, logistic, comercial.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Micul producător român nu este doar dezavantajat. A fost scos definitiv din modul său de trai fiind fortat să-si părăsească tara natală. A devenit un refugiat economic. Ceea ce au început comunistii, UE reuseste să finalizeze. Si poate mai presus de toate, ca urmare a acestei dizlocări, între 200.000 si 300.000 de copii români cresc fără unul sau ambii părinti pentru o parte sau întreaga lor copilărie.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Vă puteti imagina, Comisare, protestele publice dacă jumătate dintre elevii din clasele primare din Irlanda ar fi lipsiti de unul sau ambii părinti pentru întreaga lor perioadă de educatie ca urmare a participării la Uniunea Europeana? Si e doar <strong><em>o</em></strong> dimensiune a dificultătilor sociale suportate de către copii români astăzi. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Uniunea Europeană asistă - în spatiul rural românesc – la cea mai mare nedreptate socială din istoria sa. Este echivalentul în secolului 21 al "La dracu sau la Connacht!" (zona cea mai săracă a vestului Irlandei).</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">România este ultima civilizatie rurală autentică a Europei. Este o mostenire agricolă a cărei unicitate nu o vom mai revedea. Si totusi strategiile noastre nu par să fi avansat fată de politica de "laisssez-faire" din secolul al XIX-lea.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Piată deschisă produce avantaje pentru unii oameni în detrimentul altora. Acesti altii, din cauza pozitiei, educatiei lor, istoriei lor poate, se trezesc exclusi de la beneficiile pietei comune. Ei ar trebui să primească sprijin.<strong> </strong></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><strong>Aceasta nu este o idee nouă. Aristotel a vorbit despre justitie: oamenii inegali (diferiti) trebuie tratati inegal</strong><strong>.</strong></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Dacă aceasta nu se potriveste situatiei săteanului român....</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Acum pot auzi în acelasi timp si întrebarea contribuabilului european: de ce ar trebui să ne pese?</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Eu cred ca putem identifica o multime de motive sociale si economice foarte solide pentru care ar trebui să ne pese <strong>tuturor </strong>de acestă problemă<strong>.</strong></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Dar care este cea mai importantă cauză pentru mine după 21 de ani de când sunt aici?</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Acesti fermieri si strămosii lor au tinut prima linie a Europei de sute de ani. Si nu sunt doar români. Există 400.000 de mici fermieri maghiari aici. Si până în 1991 au existat si o jumătate de milion de săteni germani. Împreună au tinut sus drapelul astfel încât toti ceilalalti europenii să poată prospera si dormi bine. Ei au fost pacificatorii neplătiti si tăcuti ai Europei, timp de mai multe generatii. Zona tampon. Pentru a păstra pacea, de multe ori au trebuit să meargă la război. Si niciodată nu s-au eschivat de la responsabilitătile lor. Au plătit timp de 45 de ani, pretul fără milă sub comunism, abandonati de vest si având unghiile smulse în timpul programelor de reeducare. Si ce primesc în schimb? Locuri de muncă de livrare pizza în Scunthorpe si documentare pe Channel 4 numite "The Romanians are coming! (Vin românii)".</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Are loc un cataclism în România, Comisare, iar epicentrul său se afla la sat.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">După ce am trăit timp de 21 ani aici pot confirma multe lucruri. Unul dintre ele este că irlandezii si românii sunt exact la fel. Singura diferentă este aceea că Irlanda este o insulă. În 800 de ani am avut doar un singur vizitator. Românii mereu la mijloc, literalmente, au avut un alt vizitator în fiecare generatie.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Cel mai recent vizitator este Uniunea Europeană.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Cel imediat înainte era Uniunea Sovietică.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Si adevărul dureros este că toti acesti vizitatorii <em>iau</em> mult mai mult decât aduc.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Povestirea mea finală este referitoare la bancherul pe care l-am întâlnit în 1997, când au început să intre pe piata româneasca:</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">„Exista 6 milioane de case si apartamente în România. Iar toate proprietătile sunt 100%, fără a fi ipotecate. Nicăieri altundeva nu există asa ceva. Aceasta reprezinta un „stoc de locuinte” în valoare de 300 miliarde de euro pe care noi le vom transforma în datorii, care să producă profit."</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">De 15 ani, cel mai mare import în România a fost euro.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Comisare, România este o tară fascinantă si complexă. Într-un mod ciudat, destinul său pare a fi testarea fermitătii si verticalitătii tuturor celor care se nasc sau se aventurează pe aici, indiferent că sunt oameni sau imperii. În cazul în care mesajul nostru este "Bine ati venit la UE, lăsati demnitatea la usă!", e greu de crezut că acesta nu va avea un efect de bumerang.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Fac apel la dvs pentru ca trebuie să existe un mecanism pe care să il puteti declansa, care ar precipita o evaluare independentă a ceea ce eu numesc "nedreptatea din mediul rural al Romaniei" (Rural Romania’s Raw Deal), o evaluare care ar putea permite Comisiei să si asume responsabilitătile reale în România, pentru securitatea pe termen lung a tuturor cetătenilor UE. Românii nu sunt doar o piată. Sunt cei care mentin pacea. Nu pare sa existe nici o limită pentru ceea ce cheltuim pe arme si protectie bancară. Deci, o data am putea, vă rog, să punem un pret pe pace?</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Am cu mine o fotocopie a unei cărti rare. A fost scrisă în 1921 de către un alt irlandez, trimis aici de Horace Plunkett. Se numeste "</span><strong style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><em>Miscarea cooperatistă din Iugoslavia si România - lectii pentru reconstructia postbelică</em></strong><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">". Cândva micii producători ai României au fost un model pentru Irlanda în perioada de tranzitie. Nu există nici un moment mai prielnic decât acum pentru a dărui ceva în schimb.</span>"</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My name is Peter Hurley. I am from Ireland. I’ve been living in Romania for over 20 years. The last six years I’ve been active in civic projects promoting rural Romania, for which in 2011 I was awarded the National Order for Merit. In 2012, I was director of promotion within the Support Unit of the National Rural Development Network, responsible for the encouragement of agricultural cooperatives, rural tourism and traditional products.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">To answer the question: the role of the PNDR in combating rural poverty – the answer is quite clear. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As per the latest version of the Applicants Guide for Measure 4.1, resources are concentrated on exploitations greater than 8.000 units, which excludes the vast majority of farming households.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In December 2008, I had dinner with a member of the Parliamentary Commission for Agriculture within the Chamber of Deputies. He told me: “There are 120.000 farmers in Romania. These are our interest. The 4 million peasant households? They are not our problem. If you want to know about them, talk to the Ministry of Labour and Social Protection.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But it’s not fair to lay the sole responsibility at the foot of the Romanian administration. And I think we need to dig further into the story.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The solutions to this problem cost money, far beyond the 8bn Euros budgeted under Pillar 2 of Romania’s National Rural Development Program. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In the 1920’s the peasant class of Romania was one of the richest in Europe. I’ve heard they sent their children for schooling in France. In 1930 there were 7.500 cooperative enterprises in Romania with 1.5 million shareholders from a total population of 10 million people.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This thriving culture received three knock-out blows.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The Communists called them “the little capitalists”. A couple of years ago, I asked an 80-year old “little capitalist”:</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“One day, they came into my yard, and they took everything. They took the horse, the cows, the animals. The cart, the plough, all our big and small tools. They took all our seeds and all our stores. They even took the small handmill that we used for grinding corn. They took everything to the collective farm. And from that day forward, if we didn’t want to starve, we had to work for them.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“And how was it in 1990, when you got your land back?”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“In 1990!?” he said.“They gave me back my land. But they didn’t give me any tools to work it with. I had to start all over again from zero. Only this time I was 45 years older and no longer a young man.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">We’ve heard about the forced collectivisation of 1949. But very little is said about the forced <strong><em>de</em></strong>-collectivisation of 1990 and its devastating effect on an already impoverished rural population. Millions of villagers were catapulted back to the Iron Age and left to scratch a living from 3 or 4 plots of land, kilometers apart, backbreaking work, no shade, a few hand tools, maybe a shared horse and cart.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">(I’ve always wondered, the umbrella organizations, responsible for fostering the cooperative spirit of Europe - where have they been for 25 years. Why did they abandon Romania’s small producers?)</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And with EU entry in 2007, the small producers have been simply wiped out. They’ve been bulldozed by the agro-industrial complex that stretches from Portugal to Greece. Potatoes are picked in Germany – probably by Romanians, washed in Italy and trucked into Romania. From producer to consumer, it’s a closed shop. This complex enjoys a 50-year,<strong>EU-funded</strong>, headstart from every point of view: educational, ideological, financial, technological, logistical, commercial.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The Romanian small producer he isn’t just at a disadvantage. He’s been put permanently out of livelihood, <strong>and forced out of his homeland</strong>. He’s become an economic refugee. What the communists started, the EU is finishing. And to top it all off, as a result of this displacement, between 200.000 and 300.000 Romanian children are growing up without one or both of their parents at home, for some or all of their childhood.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Can you imagine Commissioner, the public outcry if half the primary schoolchildren in Ireland were without one or both parents for their entire education as a result of our participation in the Common Market? That’s just one dimension of the social hardship being endured by Romanian children today.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The European Union is assisting – in the Romanian rural space - the greatest social injustice in its history. It’s the 21st century equivalent of “To hell or to Connacht”.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Romania is Europe’s last authentic rural civilization. It’s an agricultural heritage the likes of which we’ll never see again. And yet our strategies seem to have evolved no further than the “laisssez-faire” politics of the nineteenth century.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The open market provides advantages for some people to the detriment of others. Those others, because of their location, their education, their history perhaps, find themselves excluded from the benefits of the Common Market. And they should receive support.</span></div>
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<strong><span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This isn’t a new idea. Aristotle said about justice: unequal people should be treated unequally.</span></strong></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Now I can hear the European taxpayer asking, why should we care?</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Well, I’m sure that - off the top of our heads - we can think of a dozen solid social and economic reasons why we should <strong><em>all</em></strong>care about this.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But what’s the most important reason for me after 21 years here?</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">These farmers and their forefathers have been holding Europe’s frontline for hundreds of years. And they’re not just Romanians. There are 400.000 Hungarian small farmers here and until 1991 half a million German villagers too. Together they<em> </em>kept the flag flying so that all other Europeans could prosper and sleep well. They’ve been the EU’s unpaid <strong>and silent</strong>peacekeepers for generations. The buffer zone. To keep peace, they often had to go to war, and they never shirked their responsibilities. They paid a merciless 45-year price under communism, abandoned by the west to have their fingernails pulled in reeducation programmes. And as you can see, they’re still paying for it today. And what do they get in return? Pizza delivery jobs in Scunthorpe and Channel 4 documentaries called “The Romanians are coming”.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">There is a cataclysm taking place in Romania, Commissioner, and its epicenter is in the village.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">After 21 years living here I can confirm many things. One of them is that the Irish and the Romanians are exactly the same. The only difference is that Ireland’s an island. In 800 years we had just one visitor. The Romanians always in the middle, quite literally, had another visitor every generation.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The latest visitor is the European Union.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The one just before that was the Soviet Union.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And the painful truth is that all these visitors take away a lot more than they bring.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My final story is about the European banker I met in 1997, just as they were starting to enter the Romanian market:</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“There are 6 million homes here. And the level of outright home ownership is 100%. There’s nowhere else in the world like this. That’s 300 billion Euros of housing stock that we’re going to transfer into debt, and make money on.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">For 15 years, Romania’s biggest import has been the Euro…</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Commissioner, Romania is a fascinating and complex country. In a strange way, its destiny seems to be to test the resolve and the verticality of all those who venture here, be they men or empires. If our values are built around “Welcome to the EU, leave your dignity at the door!”, it’s hard to be believe that won’t have a boomerang effect.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I’m appealing to you, there must be some mechanism that you can trigger which would precipitate <strong>an independent evaluation of what I’m calling “Rural Romania’s raw deal”</strong>, an evaluation that might enable the Commission to embrace its true responsibilities in Romania, for the long term security of <strong>all</strong> EU citizens. The Romanians are not just a market. They are peacekeepers. There seems to be no limit to what we spend on weapons and banking bailouts. So, can we please put a price on peace?</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">I have here a photocopy of a rare book. It was written in 1921 by another Irishman, sent here by Horace Plunkett. It’s called “</span><strong style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><em>The cooperative movement in Yugoslavia and Rumania – lessons for post-War reconstruction</em></strong><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">”. Once Romania was a model for an Ireland in transition. There’s never been a better time to give something back.</span>"</span>roxanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16981262353591628456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38185859902558706.post-36046057463509171742014-12-28T01:13:00.000+02:002014-12-28T11:03:33.648+02:00Din nou, mai departe... / Again, further on...<br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">Too precious that control? Too tempting being a god?...”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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De multe ori am vrut si am simtit nevoia sa revin aici. Mi-a
fost dor de voi toti, prietenii mei dragi! Din golul din minte insa, rasarea
mereu o singura intrebare: “si cum sa reiau?”. Acum am inteles ca nu era nimic
de reluat, de reinnodat, doar de continuat... Simplu, firesc , pe cat de
fireasca mi-a fost si tacerea. La fel si drumul catre o noua… destinatie
intamplatoare, din sirul destinatiilor pe care le-am atins pana-n prezent.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Vãrmaga. Asa se numeste destinatia sau noul punct geografic
insemnat pe harta vietii mele. Un sat mic, la poalele Muntilor Metaliferi, in
judetul Hunedoara. In sat, o casa construita in anul 1903, marcata de semnele
vremii si-al vremurilor traite sub diversi proprietari, ne astepta. Da, ne
astepta, caci casa ne-a ales pe noi, nu invers... Impreuna cu ea, un caine,
cateva gaini si trei capre. Si draga, nelipsita Norocel. Cu totii prieteni de
nadejde in aventura in care ne-am aruncat impreuna si pe care o traim de mai
bine de un an si jumatate incoace!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Am muncit
mult, ne-am luptat si mai mult. Cu vremea, cu propriile limite, revolte si
disperari, cu sistemul care ne dorea si inca ne doreste din nou incartiruiti . <o:p></o:p></div>
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Am trait suparari
si bucurii deopotriva, ne-am… domesticit unii pe ceilalti. Caci da, noi oamenii
suntem cei ce avem a ne lasa domesticiti mai intai de toate. Fara acest pas
esential, relatia dintre noi si prietenii pe care ne bazam si pe care ne
sprijinim existenta de zi cu zi, ar ramane o meschina relatie de subordonare
– aceea dintre stapan si supusii sai. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Am intampinat cu entuziasm noi prieteni in viata noastra,
i-am petrecut cu tristete pe cei carora le venise timpul de-a pleca. Uneori
prea curand, mult mai repede decat eram pregatita sa ne despartim… De la toti am invatat si, sunt sigura, multe
sunt cele ce au ramas inca a fi descifrate!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Deocamdata mergem. Mai mult sau mai putin cum mi-am dorit
(sau imaginat?), mai usor sau mai greu decat mi-ar placea… Ma bucur insa de
libertatea cu gust de apa limpede si rece, cu miros de fan si sanziene, cu soapte
de stramosi redescoperiti in frunze de goruni si frasini. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Deocamdata mergem…
Suntem cativa si suntem impreuna. E tot ce conteaza!<o:p></o:p></div>
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So many times I wanted and felt the need to come back here.
I’ve missed you so, my dear friends! Out of my mind’s emptiness only one question
rose again and again: “how do I start again?”. I realize now there was nothing
to start again, to rebind, only to continue… Simple, natural, just as natural
as my silence was so far. As natural as the way to a new… random destination,
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Varmaga. That’s the name of the destination or the new geographic
point marked on my life’s map. A small village, nearby Metaliferi Mountains, in
Hunedoara county. In this village, a house built in 1903, bearing the marks of
time as well as those of the times she lived under various landlords, awaited
for us. For yes, she chose us not the other way round… Together with the house,
one dog, a few chickens and three goats. And of course, our beloved Norocel. All
of them trustful friends in this adventure we threw ourselves into for the last
one and a half year! <o:p></o:p></div>
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We worked a
lot, we fought even more. With the weather, with our own limits, revolt and despair,
with a system that wanted and still wants us quartered. <o:p></o:p></div>
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We had both
joys and sorrows; we… tamed each other along the way. For yes, we, humans, are
the ones to let ourselves being tamed first of all. In absence of this
essential step, the relationship between us and the friends we rely on and with
whom we built our very daily existence would be nothing but a mercantile
subordinated relationship – that of a master and his servants. <o:p></o:p></div>
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We happily greeted new friends into our lives and sadly said
goodbye to those whose time had come. Sometimes too soon, sooner that I was
ready to part… I learnt from each and every one of them and I’m certain
there’s still a lot to un-riddle! <o:p></o:p></div>
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So far we’re walking. More or less the way I wanted (or
imagined?) easier or harder than I would like… Nonetheless I’m enjoying freedom
that tastes of fresh, cold water and smells of hay and bedstraw. The freedom
whispered by rediscovered old forefathers out of holms and ashes leaves.<o:p></o:p></div>
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So far we’re walking… We’re just a few but we’re together.
And this is all that matters!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Am vazut furtuna rupandu-le frunze, aplecandu-le flori si
spaland polenul, ba chiar smulgandu-i din radacini. Cu toate astea, pomii
primesc totul firesc. Cu demnitate. Doar noi, oamenii, ne plangem. Si-aproape
de fiecare data dupa o furtuna, ne intrebam ‘pentru ce am fost pedepsiti’?...</div>
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Daca o clipa am opri intrebarea la jumatate si-am privi in
jurul nostru, am putea vedea ca dupa furtuna lumina e mai clara, aerul mai curat
si aromele mai patrunzatoare. Ca cerul e mai cer, pamantul mai pamant si
verdele mai verde… O alta perspectiva si totusi aceeasi. Doar mai limpede. Un
punct si de la capat, scris pe ramasitele frunzelor si florilor noastre, spulberate
de furtuna. Poate un nou inceput spre care, altfel, n-am fi avut curajul si increderea
sa pornim?!...</div>
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I saw the storm breaking their leaves, bending their flowers
and washing away the pollen, even pulling their roots out of the ground. Nevertheless, trees accept everything
artlessly. With dignity. Only we, human beings, like to complain of. And almost
after every storm that occurs, we ask ‘what have we been punished for ‘? <o:p></o:p></div>
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If only we could stop that question for a second and look
around us, we would see how light is clearer, the air is crisper and the flavours
louder, after a storm. How the sky is sky-er, the earth is earth-er and the green
is greener… Another perspective and yet
the same. Only clearer. Full stop and start a new line, written on our shattered
leaves and flowers. Perhaps a new
beginning we never would’ve had the faith and courage to start walking to?!...<o:p></o:p></div>
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<strong>Pink Floyd - High Hopes</strong><br />
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aici proiectele mele cu ac si ata. Nu are sens sa listez de doua ori, si aici,
si pe blogul dedicat broderiilor. Celor care m-au urmarit pe acest blog, le
multumesc in avans pentru timpul si efortul ca de acum inainte sa urmareasca
noile postari cu broderii pe '<a href="http://lafereastracugutuie.blogspot.ro/" target="_blank">fereastra cu gutuie</a>'. Sper ca nu veti fi dezamagiti!<br />
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Starting with this month I have decided not to post
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blog, thank you very much in advance for taking time and effort to visit me on '<a href="http://lafereastracugutuie.blogspot.ro/" target="_blank">fereastra cu gutuie (quince in the window)</a>' from now on. I hope you won’t be disappointed!</div>
roxanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16981262353591628456noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38185859902558706.post-57290298241227553242013-04-23T17:54:00.002+03:002013-04-24T18:40:12.321+03:00O zi frumoasa de primavara... Cand am decis sa pornesc blogul acesta, am facut-o cu gandul de-a fi unul culinar. Intre timp, am realizat ca oricat de mult mi-ar placea sa gatesc, bucataria nu este neaparat pasiunea mea cea mai mare. Iar blogul s-a transformat treptat in ceea ce este in prezent. <br />
De-a lungul timpului, am postat insa si cateva retete. Nu stiu cat de reusite, dar dupa gustul meu, bune. Asa ca atunci cand am primit din partea Adinei de la <a href="http://catkitchen.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Cat's kitchen</a> invitatia de a participa la provocarea lunii aprilie a proiectului <a href="http://mihaelapd.blogspot.ro/p/dulce-romanie.html" target="_blank">Dulce Romanie</a>, am raspuns fara ezitare 'da'. Pentru ca Adina mi-e draga si pentru ca ingredientele alese de ea - leurda, ciuperci si tarte rustice - se numara printre preferatele mele.<br />
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- <u>pt umplutura</u>: 2-3 cartofi medii, 150 ml smantana dulce, 2 oua potrivite (eu am pus 3 mai mici), o mana generoasa de leurda, o lingura de marar tocat, sare, piper proaspat rasnit, fulgi de chilli (daca va place mai picant), 100 g cheddar taiat cubulete, muguri de pin sau seminte de floarea soarelui (optional) <br />
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Aluatul se pregateste ca <a href="http://invatsagatesc.blogspot.ro/2010/04/teorie.html" target="_blank">aici</a> si se pune la frigider pentru cel putin o ora.<br />
Intre timp, se pregateste umplutura. Se curata cartofii, se spala si se taie felii subtiri. Se pun la fiert in apa cu sare si se fierb 4-5 min din momentul in care incepe apa sa clocoteasca. Se scurg, se trec prin jet de apa rece si se lasa la racit. Intr-un castron, se amesteca smantana cu ouale si se condimenteaza dupa gust. Se adauga mararul si leurda taiata fideluta.<br />
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Se scoate aluatul din frigider, se intinde in tava, se inteapa din loc in loc cu furculita si se pune inapoi la rece pentru inca 30 min. Se incalzeste cuptorul la 180<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;">°C</span>, se scoate aluatul, se acopera cu hartie de copt si se toarna deasupra boabe de fasole. Se coace 20 de minute. Se scoate tava din cuptor si se indeparteaza hartia cu boabele de fasole. Se aseaza feliile de cartof una langa alta si se toarna deasupra amestecul de leurda. Apoi se presara uniform cuburile de cheddar si semintele/mugurii de pin (daca folositi). Se coace inca 20-25 de minute. Se serveste calduta sau rece, cu salata.<br />
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...in timp ce eu dadeam zor sa termin, sa nu ratez lumina pentru poze (ceea ce tot s-a intamplat, sic!), altii isi faceau somnul de frumusete. <span style="font-family: Wingdings;">J</span> </div>
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<span style="color: #999999;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">If a man dwells in the past, then he robs the present. But if a man ignores the past, he may rob the future. </span></i><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The seeds of our destiny are nurtured by the roots of our past."</span></i></span></div>
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Pe coloana <i>existentei</i> noastre, am ajuns intr-un moment de stramtoare. Viitorul ne sta inainte necunoscut, opac, incert... Campia trecutului insa, ne este inca <i>fertila</i>. Si radacinile puternice. </div>
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Am pus alaturi de ele vartejul <i>energiei regenerative</i> si curgerea blanda a <i>apei binefacatoare, </i>pentru ca impreuna sa hraneasca si sa indrume semintele mult-incercatului nostru destin. Demn, curajos, vertical. </div>
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On our <i>existence</i> column, we reached a narrow point. The future awaits ahead of us unknown, shadowed, doubtful... Yet the plain of our past is still <i>fertile. </i>And our roots strong.<br />
I laid next to them the whirl of <i>regenerative energy </i>and the soft drift of <i>benefactress water</i>, so that together they could feed and guide the seeds of our long-troubled destiny. Dignified, brave, upright. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Simboluri primordiale: <b>coloana</b> -> viata,<b> spirala</b> -> energie regenerativa, <b>linii paralele serpuite</b> -> apa binefacatoare , <b>rombul </b>->fertilitate (dupa Virgil Vasilescu "Semnele cerului")<br />
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<br />roxanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16981262353591628456noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38185859902558706.post-28818881184937506632013-02-23T20:24:00.002+02:002013-03-21T08:36:00.608+02:00Cu paine si sare / With bread and salt<br />
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Prinsi in valtoarea vietii de zi cu zi, tot mai rapida si
mai solicitanta, ajungem sa pierdem din vedere adevate minuni ce ne-au fost
date, conditii bazale si esentiale ale existentei noastre. Minuni pe care le
consideram de la sine intelese si de care, din pacate, nu rareori de batem joc,
pervertindu-le, ratand astfel semnificatia lor profunda. <o:p></o:p></div>
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O astfel de minune este painea. “Painea noastra cea de toate
zilele”, hrana de baza in alimentatia taranului roman, adanc respectata si
cinstita. Hrana a trupului si sufletului deopotriva. Martor si mijlocitor al relatiei
cu divinitatea prin plamadirea, coacerea si sacrificarea (ruperea) ei simbolica
la fiecare eveniment major al vietii - botezul, casatoria si inmormantarea, dar
si in cadrul altor momente ceremoniale de peste an, de profunda traire
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In cultura traditionala romaneasca, painea si implicit graul
au avut dintotdeauna o valoare sacra. Painea pregatita anume pentru momentele
“de prag”, de trecere, este una speciala, purtand insemnele ascunse ale cerului
si Soarelui. Si chiar daca prea putine femei le mai stiu azi intelesul, painea
(colacul ceremonial) continua a fi pregatita in acelasi fel, cu semnele de
inceput – coloana cerului, cercul solar, semnele regenerarii si transformarii -
tacute marturii ale unor vremuri in care arborele vietii nu fusese inca taiat,
cerurile ne vorbeau, iar oamenii stiau sa asculte…<o:p></o:p></div>
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Caught in daily life’s torment, more rapid and more
demanding, we often get to miss real wonders that were given to us, essential
conditions to our existence. Wonders that go without saying, often brought into
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Bread is such a wonder. “Our daily bread”, basic food in the
feeding process of the Romanian Peasant, deeply respected and honoured. Food
for both body and spirit. Witness and mediator of our relationship with the
divinity through its kneading, baking and symbolic sacrificing (chunking) at every
life’s major event – baptism, marriage and funeral, but also during other spiritual
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Bread and implicitly wheat always had a sacred value in the
Romanian traditional culture. Bread made for the times “of passing” is a
special one, bearing the hidden symbols of the sky and Sun. And even though too
few women can still “read” their meaning, bread (the ceremonial ring-bread) continues
to be baked the same way, bearing those long-given marks – the column of the
skies, the solar circle, the symbols of transformation and regeneration –
silent evidence of the time the tree of life hadn’t been cut off, the skies
still talked to us and people knew how to listen… <o:p></o:p><br />
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Painea indeplineste si o functie magica, de revelare a viitorului. Se crede ca fetele nemaritate isi pot afla ursitul in ajun de Mos Nicolae (in noaptea de 5 spre 6 decembrie). Ritualul presupune ca fata sa-si pregateasca o paine alba, mica si sarata, pe care s-o manance inainte de culcare, iar in vis i se va arata cel care o va lua de sotie, aducandu-i apa. Conditia esentiala pentru indeplinirea dorintei este aceea de a tine post negru peste zi, purificare absolut necesara pentru primirea semnul divin.<br />
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De asemenea, painea ritualica, coapta si mancata in anumite zile “date” ale anului protejeaza impotriva bolilor, atat pe taran, cat si pe animalele din gospodarie pe ajutorul carora isi intemeiaza intreaga existenta. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Faptul ca painea a ocupat si ocupa un loc central in cultura traditionala romaneasca este reflectat de multitudinea de proverbe si zicatori cu si despre paine, dar si de aceea ca cea mai mare dovada de respect si ospitalitate fata de cei care ne trec pragul este <i>a-i intampina cu paine si sare</i>. Pe stergar alb, cusut cu semne tainice, aceleasi de pe painea-dar.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Bread also has a magic role, of revealing the future. It is
believed that single young women can find out who their fated one is on Saint
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The ritual consists in baking a small, salty white bread the young woman has to
eat before going to bed and so she’ll dream the fated one bringing her water to
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They passed hardships but also had happy moments...<br />
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In final, va a ofer in dar cel mai drag colind mie.... Versurile unui mare Om - <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Radu_Gyr" target="_blank">Radu Gyr</a> cantate de un alt mare Om - <a href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tudor_Gheorghe" target="_blank">Tudor Gheorghe</a>.</div>
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Thank you all for being with me this year and I wish you happy holidays and a fulfilling new year, in good health and happiness! Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!</div>
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In the end, I'm offering you a carol, the closest to my soul... A great Man's lyrics - <a href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Radu_Gyr" target="_blank">Radu Gyr</a> sung and interpreted by another great Man - <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tudor_Gheorghe" target="_blank">Tudor Gheorghe</a>. </div>
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Galbenul mi-a placut dintotdeauna. Pentru mine inseamna caldura, bucurie, sarbatoare a vietii in curgerea ei perpetua. Cand eram copil insa, ma feream s-o recunosc. Chiar daca nu stiam prea bine ce inseamna, auzisem ca gelozia se imbraca astfel... </div>
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Acum, galbenul ma ajuta sa traiesc fericirea fiecarui nou apus, recunostinta fiecarui nou rasarit. Prin el am inteles nevoia strabunilor de a-l celebra prin cantec si dans, prin rugaciuni si ritualuri, pe cel fara de care lumea asa cum o cunoastem n-ar mai fi la fel: Soarele. An de an, in preajma celor doua solstitii - de vara si de iarna, si-a celor doua echinoctii - de primavara si de toamna. </div>
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Stiu, Craciunul e foarte aproape, ne bate la porti. Pana atunci insa, avem a sarbatori o noua victorie a Soarelui in vesnica si anuala-i lupta cu intunericul. Pe 21 decembrie. Fara frica si fara apocalipse. Si poate ca de data asta, vom intelege mai multe...</div>
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I've always liked yellow. For me it means warmth, joy, life's celebration in its ceaseless flowing. But when I was a child, I was reluctant showing it. Even though I wasn't sure what it really meant, I had heard that jealousy dressed like that...<br />
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Today, yellow helps me live the joy of every new sun set, the gratitude of every new sunrise. Yellow helped me understood our ancestors' need to celebrate through songs and dances, through prayers and rituals the one without which the world as we know it wouldn't be the same: the Sun. Year by year, around the two solstices - midsummer and midwinter solstice - and the two equinoxes - vernal and autumn equinox. </div>
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<br />roxanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16981262353591628456noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38185859902558706.post-72289685066314935652012-08-24T17:00:00.000+03:002012-08-24T22:49:58.410+03:00NorocelMaine se va implini o saptamana de cand ne-am intalnit. Intamplator. Sau poate nu... Planuri rasturnate, calatorii anulate, scurte pareri de rau. Toate alaturi de-o mare bucurie!<br />
Are aproape patru saptamani si e fetita. I-am spus <i>Norocel</i>. Norocul este al meu, la fel si privilegiul de a-mi fi fost scoasa in cale.<br />
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Tomorrow it will be one week since our encounter. By hazard. Or maybe not... Change of plans, cancelled trips, short regrets. All together with a great joy!<br />
She's almost four weeks old and she's a girl. I called her <i>Norocel (Little Luck). </i>I'm the lucky one and the privileged for her to be put on my way.<br />
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roxanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16981262353591628456noreply@blogger.com50tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38185859902558706.post-37747991578799319952012-07-28T18:00:00.002+03:002012-07-28T18:05:00.889+03:00DA<div style="text-align: right;">
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Cand foamea ne va rascula,</div>
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Am cusut-o cu gandul hoinarind pe dealuri... Peste covoarele de iarba grasa si peste florile pajistilor alpine. Betie a simturilor si liniste binecuvantata picurand in urechi. Ca un balsam... </div>
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Ma pregatesc insa de mare... De <a href="http://destinatiaintamplatoare.blogspot.ro/2011/08/dobrogei-cu-recunostinta.html" target="_blank">Dobrogea</a> mea draga si de verde. De drumurile-i dulci, strajuite de plopi tremuranzi, in bataia vantului uscat. Oare ce povesti voi mai afla acum? Si ce povete, oare, imi va sopti iar la plecare?... Pe curand, mama Dobroge! Pe curand... </div>
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My thoughts were strolling over the hills while making it... Over the rich, abundant carpets of grass, over the flowers of the alpine pastures. Exhilaration of senses and blessed silence dripping in your ears. Like a balm... </div>
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But I'm preparing for the sea... For my dear <a href="http://destinatiaintamplatoare.blogspot.ro/2011/08/dobrogei-cu-recunostinta.html" target="_blank">Dobrogea</a> and for green. For her mellow roads, guarded by the ancient aspens dancing in the dewless blowing of the wind. What stories will she tell me this time? And what teachings will she offer me when we'll say goodbye again?... Till soon, Mother Dobrogea! Till soon... </div>
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<strong>Tudor Gheorghe - Umbra plopilor</strong><br />
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Tocmai a implinit paisprezece ani. Invata bine si este frumoasa. Ii place sa cante la pian, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yiruma" target="_blank">Yiruma</a> fiind unul dintre preferatii ei. De asemenea, adora sa inoate. In apa, e ca un peste.<br />
Muzica si apa... o combinatie mereu curgatoare...<br />
La multi ani, draga mea!<br />
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She just turned fourteen. She's good at school and she is beautiful. She gracefully plays the piano, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yiruma" target="_blank">Yiruma</a> being one of her favorites. She also loves to swim. In the water, she's like a fish.<br />
Water and music... an ever-flowing combination...<br />
Happy birthday my darling!<br />
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Precum odinioara, cand eram copil, m-am trezit inganand incet "<a href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paparud%C4%83" target="_blank">Paparuda</a>, ruda / Vino de ne uda..."<br />
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Invocand ploaia. Sa ne ude, sa ne curete, sa ne creasca.<br />
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Burning days. Torrid sun, scorched green, deep blue. And quietness. Sheltered who knows where, the birds had stopped singing. And the wind had stopped his blowing.<br />
Forgotten incantation since I was a child, I found myself softly humming "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paparuda" target="_blank">Paparuda</a>, ruda / Vino de ne uda..."<br />
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Calling down the rain. To water us, to purge us, to grow us.<br />
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... si o inedita versiune a cantecului Paparudei, din Moldova, in interpretarea surorilor Osoianu.<br />
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... and an original version of a Paparuda song (Drought ritual), from Moldavia area, performed by the Osoianu Sisters.<br />
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You think you own whatever land you land on<br />
The earth is just a dead thing you can claim<br />
But I know every rock and tree and creature<br />
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name.<br />
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You think the only people who are people<br />
Are the people who look and think like you<br />
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger<br />
You'll learn things you never knew, you never knew.<br />
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Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon?<br />
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?<br />
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain?<br />
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?<br />
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Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest<br />
Come taste the sun sweet berries of the earth<br />
Come roll in all the reaches all around you<br />
And for once never wonder what they're worth.<br />
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The rainstorms and the rivers are my brothers<br />
The otter and heron are my friends<br />
And we are all conned to each other<br />
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends.<br />
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How high can sycamore grow?<br />
If you cut it down, then you'll never know.<br />
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon<br />
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For whether we are white or copper-skinned<br />
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountain<br />
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<i>You can own the earth and still,</i><br />
<i>All you own is earth until</i><br />
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Apusul de soare din seara asta mi-a adus in minte acest cantec extraordinar. Tuturor celor ce hoinariti pe aceasta carare, va multumesc, o noapte buna!<br />
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Tonight's sunset remembered me this beautiful song. To all of you strolling on this trail, thank you and have a good night!<br />
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Galben aprins a bucurie. Muzica. Vechi radacini din <a href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Banat" target="_blank">Banatul sarbesc</a>. Margarete in vant... Si mama. Celebrare a soarelui. Celebrare a vietii. Si Aide Jano...<br />
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Bright yellow of happiness. Music. Old roots from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Banat" target="_blank">Serbian Banat</a>. Daisies in the wind... And my mother. Solar celebration. Life celebration. And Aide Jano...<br />
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Cand <i>paiangenul </i>isi intinde panza - e semn a vreme buna si fara vant, iar cand "isi taraie panza" - o aduna - e semn de vreme rea si cu vant.<br />
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If the <i>moon</i> is yellow when it rises - the weather will be fair, and if she is red - it will be windy.<br />
When the <i>spider</i> is reeling his web - it's a sign of good weather, without wind, and when he's bringing it together - then it's a sign of bad weather and wind. <br />
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Conclusively another sunny, hot day....<br />
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Unele, mai simple, ne vorbesc tuturor deopotriva.<br />
Altele, mai complexe, isi soptesc tainele doar acelora pregatiti sa le primeasca intelepciunea.<br />
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Simbolul de mai jos l-am descoperit intr-un articol despre vechi arhetipuri geto-dace si, se pare, se afla sculptat pe poarta sanctuarului de la <a href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sarmizegetusa_Regia" target="_blank">Sarmizegetusa</a>. Nu i-am deslusit inca soapta, dar am simtit nevoia sa-l reproduc si sa-l dau mai departe...<br />
Pana acum, este cea mai dificila broderie la care am lucrat. Nu datorita complexitatii punctelor de cusatura folosite sau a detaliilor migaloase, ci pentru simplul fapt ca n-am putut coase la ea decat in anumite zile sau momente ale zilei. Si astfel, nu de putine ori, a devenit obositor si dificil sa continuu. Nu am o explicatie pentru asta, insa acum ca e gata, am o mare bucurie ca am incheiat!<br />
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I discovered the symbol above in an article I read about Dacian ancient archetypes and, apparently, it's carved on the gate of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sarmizegetusa_Regia" target="_blank">Sarmizegetusa</a> sanctuary. I haven't managed to understand its whisper yet, but I felt the need to reproduce it and pass it on... </div>
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So far, it's the most difficult embroidery I've made. Not because of the complexity of the stitches I used or the niggling details, but because I could only sew in some days or parts of the day. Thus, pretty often, became hard and weary to continue doing it. I have no explanation for this, but now that's ready, I feel a great joy I've finished it!</div>
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Le curatau periodic, aparandu-le aproape cu ferocitate, de parca farama de
verde reusea sa-i mentina inca tineri, tinand la distanta sfarsitul firesc, iminent.
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nesatisfacuta, incalcam deseori conventia adoptata tacit: “nu va jucati pe
iarba!” Caci nu-i asa, ce poate fi mai placut decat sa joci capra sau lapte
gros pe iarba, nu pe maidan, ba chiar sa-ti testezi abilitatile atletice intr-o
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De atunci, lucrurile nu s-au schimbat prea mult, remarc.
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presus decat orice, verdeata. Si n-ar fi nimic rau in asta, de n-ar reactiona
atat de brutal si de bolovanos fata de cei ce-ncalca regulile stabilite -
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ce locuiesc in bloc. Veselie mare, strigate, chiote. O partida de fotbal, intre
doua reprize de “tara, tara, vrem ostasi”. Invariabil, batrana apare in geam
scuipand invective urate. Rusinati, copiii de opresc si se indeparteaza,
imprastiati de brusca amputare a bucuriei. In scurt timp, un baiat si-o fata,
insotiti presupun de mama lor, isi fac aparitia in dreptul geamului batranei,
declansand furtuna. Circul capata proportii halucinante, de la acuzatii cu
tenta sexuala, pana la amenintari de rupt picioare sau chemat politia. Strada
rasuna strident, ambele femei fiind de neoprit, in ciuda rugamintilor stinse
ale baiatului “mama, las-o in pace!...” , “mama, hai sa mergem!...”<o:p></o:p></div>
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furioasa plecand incadrata de cei doi copii, vizibil stanjeniti de atentia colectiva.
Disparand dupa coltul blocului, o aud razand cu pofta : “e dusa cu capul aia,
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Fiecare venim pe lume purtand o flacără în noi. La unii pâlpâie slab, nici caldă nici rece. În alții arde mocnit, și le ajunge o viață. Lungă, așezată, fără mari suișuri și coborâșuri. Și mai sunt cei "alesi”, "cei scoși din rand” în care arde vâlvătaie, mistuindu-i mereu prea devreme, pe altarul celor dinainte sortiți jertfei. Jertfă necesară pentru ca cei dintâi să poată crește.<br />
Un astfel de OM a fost <a href="http://lacoltulstrazii.ro/2009/08/14/maria-tanase-de-bucuresti/" target="_blank">Măria Tănase</a>. Un amestec alchimic de frumusețe feminină, demnă de marile dive ale cinematografiei alb-negru, de talent, forță și patimă, de simplitate și autenticitate strâns împletite cu un bun gust și rafinament extraordinare. A trăit furtunos, îmbrățișând viața cu toate ale ei, o existența aflată permanent sub semnul lui "a iubi”. A ars și în dragoste și pe scenă, dăruindu-se total, participând cu întreaga ființă. <br />
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Născută în 1913 în mahalaua Cărămidarilor, al treilea copil al făgărășencei Ana Munteanu și al florarului oltean Ioan Coandă Tănase, Maria a crescut de mică în mijlocul doinelor cântate de muncitorii în grădina tatălui și-al bocetelor pe care se furișa să le asculte în cimitir. Înzestrată cu o personalitate puternică, total atipică pentru tiparele și tabuurile vremii, la 16 ani pleacă de-acasă și participă la Miss România. Nu trece testul costumelor de baie, însă un tânăr medic se-ndragosteste de ea, și-n urma poveștii de iubire rămâne însărcinată. Renunță la sarcină, însă decizia o lasă fără posibilitatea de-a mai avea copii vreodată, acesta fiind poate singurul mare regret al vieții sale. Tristețea și durerea și le transpune ulterior în interpretarea cântecelor, neîmplinirea maternității fiind, probabil, unul din motivele cancerului de sân, extins la plamani, ce i-a adus și sfârșitul, la numai 49 de ani.<br />
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A cucerit pe rând, România, Parisul, America. A trăit sofisticat, o viață ca în filme. Uneori lin, de cele mai multe ori zbuciumat (despre rolul sau de spion în al doilea război mondial pentru serviciile secrete americane și britanice în scopul scoaterii României din alianță cu Germania s-a speculat mult, dar s-a vorbit prea puțin cu adevarat), sufletul ei rămanand insa mereu, profund românesc. Întreaga viață a cules de prin satele țării cântece vechi, populare, și le-a cântat într-o manieră inconfundabilă, adâncă și sublimă. Iar românii au divinizat-o. Atât de mult încât în ciuda testamentului lăsat în urmă, în care marea artistă își dorea o înmormântare simplă și anonimă, jumătate de București a condus-o pe ultimul drum... <br />
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S-a stins acum 49 de ani, în 22 iunie, dar steaua ei continuă să strălucească. Ne-a dăruit necondiționat atât de mult, că niciodată nu i-am putea mulțumi pe deplin!... Poate măcar la anul, când vor fi trecut deja 100 de ani de la nașterea și 50 de ani de la moartea sa, îi vom putea spune recunoscători "Multumim, Mărie!” împlinindu-i unica cerința avuta către noi, săpându-i FÂNTÂNA într-o bucată de pământ însetat, așa cum a lăsat cu limbă de moarte. <br />
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Si poate că astfel, blestemul "celor ce iubesc si lasa" va fi, în sfârșit, ridicat...<br />
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to this world with a flame carried inside. For some of us it dimly flickers,
neither warm nor cold. In others, it burns quietly, just enough for a lifetime.
Long, steady, without major ups and downs. And there’s also the “chosen ones”
in which there’s an unceasing blaze, always consuming them before their time,
on the altar of those fated to be sacrificed. A necessary sacrifice so that the
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was such a PERSON. She was an alchemic fusion of feminine beauty, worthy of a
great diva of black and white cinematography, of talent, strength and passion,
of simplicity and authenticity closely woven with an extraordinary refinement
and good taste. She lived her life blustering, embracing it with all her
forces, a life under the mark of the verb “to love”. She gave herself
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1913, in one of Bucharest’s suburbs, Caramidari, the third child of Ana
Munteanu and florist Ioan Coanda Tanase, as a child Maria grew among Romanian
folklore songs sung by his father’s workers in the garden and traditional
funeral songs which she usually sneaked to the cemetery to listen to. Blessed
with a strong personality, completely atypical for that time’s social inhibitions,
she leaves home when 16 to attend Miss Romania contest. She fails the swimming
suits test, but a young doctor falls in love with her and leaves her with
child. She performs an abortion and sadly, the decision leaves her without the
possibility of ever having a child, this being the only greatest regret of her
life. The bitterness and pain sprung from this unfortunate event were
powerfully expressed later on in her way of interpreting her songs. And perhaps this unfulfillment of motherhood
was one of the reasons who led to the breast cancer, spread to lungs, that killed her when only
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gradually conquered Romania, Paris, America. She lived a sophisticated life,
like a movie, sometimes smoothly, most of the times stormy (they speculated a
lot about her spying role for the British and American secret services in order
to get Romania out of her alliance with Germany during WW2), but her soul
always remained profoundly Romanian. Her whole life she collected Romanian
folklore from villages all over the country and sung them in a unique, deep and
sublime manner. And the Romanians deified her. So much that in spite of her
testament, stating the wish of a simple, anonymous funeral, half of Bucharest walked
with her on her last road…</span></span></div>
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down 49 years ago, on 22<sup>nd</sup> of June, but her star is still glowing
strongly. She unconditionally offered us
an immense legacy insomuch that we will never be able to thank her enough!...
And maybe next year, when 100 years since her birth and 50 since her death
would have passed, we will be able to gratefully tell her “Thank you, Maria!” and answer the
sole request she had for us, made on her dying bed: to dig a WELL on a
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le ador insa afara, in natura. la fel in casa, plantate in ghivece. cat mai multe!<br />
astazi am facut o exceptie. buchetele mici, aproape la fel de ofilite ca mainile ei, mi-au agatat privirile. aveau ceva de pasare speriata prinsa-ntre palme, intr-o fatala clipa de neatentie. la fel de gingase, la fel de frumoase.<br />
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am intrebat-o cu cat le vinde iar ea, ridicand inspre mine privirea batrana si totusi inca limpede, mi-a raspuns "cu cat vreti dumneavoastra". am scos o bancnota si i-am intins-o, primind in schimb buchetul mic de suflete legate strans laolalta. si pret de o clipa, mainile ni s-au atins. ale mele erau calde. ale ei, uscate si racoroase.<br />
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I usually don't buy flowers. I hate to see them cut off and once dead, I find it very hard to throw them into the rubbish bin. but I adore them outside, in the nature. and also inside, planted into pots. the more the merrier!<br />
today I made an exception. the small bouquets, almost as sear as her her hands were, caught my sight. there was something about them, like a frightened bird caught in the trap of one's palms in a fatal moment of carelessness. just as gentle, just as beautiful.<br />
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I asked her how much she's selling and with an old, but still lucid look, she answered "with how much you want". I took a bill and handed to her, receiving in exchange a small bouquet of souls tightly bound together. and for a transient second, our hands touched. mine were warm. hers, dry and coldish.<br />
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“Asa cum cartile se citesc cuvant dupa cuvant, la fel si
drumurile se strabat pas cu pas” citeam deunazi intr-una din cartile mele de suflet, <a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio?inkey=62-0385515480-0" target="_blank">Sky burial</a>.
De cate ori nu alegem insa o scurtatura, crezand ca vom atinge aceeasi destinatie?...<br />
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<strong>Shigeru Umebayashi : Lovers ("House of Flying Daggers" 2004) </strong><br />
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nici o poveste pentru broderiile de astazi. doar cateva imagini, o sambata insorita si un cantec. fiti fericiti!<br />
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no story for today's embroidery. only a few images, a sunny Saturday and a song. be happy!<br />
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stages of evolution, and new drugs are to be found in hospitals and pharmacies,
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Am remarcat in ultimii cativa ani, o tot mai mare cerere si
atentie pentru alimente de calitate: produse
bio si fructe si legume organice. Ceea ce este un lucru foarte bun. Ne
indreptam astfel incet, incet catre ceea ce ar trebui sa insemne agricultura,
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In acelasi timp, am mai remarcat si o tendinta crescuta
catre a ne imbolnavi. Si chiar daca medicina a evoluat mult din punct de vedere
tehnologic, oferind posibilitatea depistarii unor boli extrem de grave in stadii
incipiente de evolutie, iar noi si noi medicamente pot fi gasite in spitale si
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Desigur, factorii sunt numerosi: aerul poluat, radiatii, poluarea
fonica, graba neintrerupta a orasului, aparenta lipsa a timpului ce ne
determina sa ne traim vietile mereu pe fuga s.a.m.d… Insa cu totii ne dorim o
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Ceea ce insa nu pare ca am fi remarcat inca, este faptul ca
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Conteaza daca ne simtim calmi si confortabili cand ne asezam
la masa, conteaza daca mancam in mod constient, putand simti astfel adevaratul
gust al mancarii, daca aceasta ne place cu adevarat sau nu, ce efect are ea
asupra organismului nostru si daca alimentele pe care le mancam ne sunt necesare
sau nu. Conteaza daca suntem recunoscatori pentru poamele generoase ale pamantului sau pentru sacrificiul animalului a carui carne o consumam. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<strong>Yanni - Nightingale</strong><br />
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