Donna Summer – Mac Arthur Park [Single Version] – SoundCloud

Babamın sevdiği sesler ve şarkılar vol.28
How u doin’ there man? How is everything?
Is it better? 🙀😇👋
Listen to Donna Summer – Mac Arthur Park [Single Version] by G-Rod FL #np on #SoundCloud

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Yaşasın Paylaşım Ekonomisi

“ve Sadeligin Cool’lugu,Tevazu Gosteren Insanlarin Krallığı” diye devam edecekti başlık ama pek sade ya da başarılı olmayacaktı. Ama bunu anlatmak derdim.
Oteden beri bugunun Oligark’lar ve anlayamadigimiz sekil ve miktarlarda para kazananlar icin dizayn edilmis gibi duran-hepsi dahil(vb vb) tatil köyü/ super luks über luks otellerini sevmeyenlerdenim. Burokrat falan degilsem ve konakladigim sure icinde bir seminer,toplanti vb uluslararasi bir etkinlige falan katilmayacaksam ne isim var diye düşünürüm. Sanirim hiç ünlü,padisah (kadinlar ne oluyordu, sultan mı? ) ya da ‘İşte buralar,buralar,gözün alabildigi her yer benim!” duygusunun birazını bile olsa tattıracak seylerden zevk alan biri olarak doğmamışım.
Bu grotesk ve şaşali yerlerin yarattığı his böyleyken, hiç küçük oteller,butik oteller,stil sahibi pansiyonlar ve kişilik sahibi evlerin yarattığı his aynı olur? (Guzelim Rum agzi ile:))Asla elbette:)
Çok cool,kendini bilen, sofistike, önemli,mutevazı,serinkanlı insanlar ve sevdigim insanlarin çoğu bu ikinci kategorideki gibi ilginç ve orjinal yerlerde konakliyorlar. Ben de birinin onerisi ile bakarken #Airbnb’ye “Şu fiyata #CoteDAzur varken geceligi 500 TRL’ye-özel indirimden sonra- ne yapacağız o koca otel ve jakuzilerde?” demek istedim.

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Touched by an Angel – Maya Angelou

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.

Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love’s light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.

Still I Rise – Maya Angelou

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You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.