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From a Distance Julho 28, 2007

Filed under: Inspirational,peace — looking4good @ 10:03 pm


The song, “From a Distance” was written in 1985 by American singer-songwriter Julie Gold.
The song became an international commercial success after it was recorded in 1990 by Bette Midler for the album Some People’s Lives, it was called “Anthem of Golf War”and went on to win a Grammy for Song of the Year in 1991. Julie Gold received a Minute Man Award in 1991 from the United States Army for inspiring the troops during the Gulf War; a citation from the Governor of Pennsylvania; and an award from BMI, certifying her song has been played on the radio over two million times.
Sourcs: Wikipedia

FROM A DISTANCE

From a distance the world looks blue and green,
and the snow-capped mountains white.
From a distance the ocean meets the stream,
and the eagle takes to flight.

From a distance, there is harmony,
and it echoes through the land.
It’s the voice of hope, it’s the voice of peace,
it’s the voice of every man.

From a distance we all have enough,
and no one is in need.
And there are no guns, no bombs, and no disease,
no hungry mouths to feed.

From a distance we are instruments
marching in a common band.
Playing songs of hope, playing songs of peace.
They’re the songs of every man.
God is watching us. God is watching us.
God is watching us from a distance.

From a distance you look like my friend,
even though we are at war.
From a distance I just cannot comprehend
what all this fighting is for.

From a distance there is harmony,
and it echoes through the land.
And it’s the hope of hopes, it’s the love of loves,
it’s the heart of every man.

It’s the hope of hopes, it’s the love of loves.
This is the song of every man.
And God is watching us, God is watching us,
God is watching us from a distance.
Oh, God is watching us, God is watching.
God is watching us from a distance.

DRuCi
Dominican Republic
 

Love Is All You Need

Filed under: Inspirational — looking4good @ 8:23 pm

“For once in my life I’ve got someone who needs me

Someone I’ve needed so long

For once unafraid I can go where life leads me

And somehow I know I’ll be strong”

Isn’t it a nice feeling when you know you are needed? When you know you make a difference in someone’s life. When that feeling overwhelms you and suddenly many things seem possible. Unafraid to take challenges because you know someone is holding your hand along the way. Every step you take, you take with confidence.

“For once I can touch what my heart used to dream of

Long before I knew

Someone warm like you

Could make my dreams come true”

The many things you dreamed you wanted to do but you were afraid to do alone. A significant person in your life that pushes you to achieve your dreams. When someone warm, loving and giving brings out the best in you. The feeling is so great, you feel you can conquer the world.

“For once in my life I won’t let sorrow hurt me

Not like its hurt me before

For once I’ve got someone I know won’t desert me

And I’m not alone anymore”

You have become so strong and confident that even a little heartache will not tear you down. This significant person in your life is there to stay, no matter what and that gives you the courage to walk through the storms in your life. You know that person is there with you all the way.

“For once I can say: this is mine you can’t take it

As long as I’ve got love I know I can make it

For once in my life I’ve got someone who needs me”

When you feel on top of the world, no one can burst your bubble. No one can make you feel insecure because you have love. Someone loves you. You love someone. You have love to give away all because someone needs you.We all have that “someone” in our lives. It could be one person or it could be a combination of a few significant relationships in your life that spur you on. A person who encourages you to move on in life. A person who tells you that life is not perfect but it you can perfect it along the way. A person who dares you to jump and takes the leap with you. All you need is love.

“There’s nothing you can do that can’t be done.

Nothing you can sing that can’t be sung.

Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game.

It’s easy.

Nothing you can make that can’t be made.

No one you can save that can’t be saved.

Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you in time.

It’s easy.

All you need is love.

All you need is love.

All you need is love, love.

Love is all you need”

(Note: Lyrics of song “For Once in My Life” by Frank Sinatra and an excerpt from Lennon/Mc Cartney’s “All You Need is Love”)


J.T. –
Malaysian living in Germany
 

Damn the Japonese

Filed under: Uncategorized — looking4good @ 2:11 pm


I was on tour for a week
when i returned home
my home looked different
everything was re-arranged

i cudnt even find my undies
my daughter did SEIRI- SEISON-SEITON- SHITSUKE

Bad Bernie>

Bad Bernie was in prison for seven years. The day he got out, his wife>and son were there to pick him up.

He came through the gates and got into>the car.>> The only thing he said was, “F.F.”>> His wife turned to him and answered, “E.F.”>> Out on the highway, he said, “F.F.”>> She responded simply, “E.F.”>> He repeated, “F.F.”>> She again replied, ” E.F.”>>

“Mom! Dad!” their son yelled. “What’s going on?”>> Bad Bernie answered, “Your mother wants to eat first!”>>

******************************>> Olympic Gold Medal>

Three women were sitting around talking about their sex lives.>> The first said, “I think my husband’s like a championship golfer. He’s>spent the last ten years perfecting his stroke.”>> The second woman said, “My husband’s like the winner of the Indy 500.>Every time we get into bed he gives me several hundred exciting laps.”>> The third woman was silent until she was asked, “Tell us about your>husband.”>> She thought for a moment and said, “My husband’s like an Olympic>gold-medal-winning quarter-miler.”>> “How so?”>> “He’s got his time down to under 40 seconds.”> ******************>>

Yard Sale> A man was walking one day, when he came to this big house in a nice>neighbourhood.>> Suddenly he realised there was a couple making love out on the lawn.
>behind some bushes by the house.>> He walked up to the door of the house, and knocked. A well dressed woman>answered the door, and the man asked what kind of a place this was.> “This is a brothel”, replied the madam.> “Well, what\’s all this out on the lawn?” queried the man.\ “Oh, we\’re having a yard sale today.” ********************\

> A man came home from work one day to find his wife on the front porch\with her bags packed.> \’Just where the heck do you think you\’re going!\’, said the man.> \’I\’m going to Las Vegas\’, said the wife, \’I just found out I can get $400 a night for what I give you for free!\ \’The man said, \’Wait a minute!\’, and then ran inside the house only to come back a few minutes later with his suitcases in hand.\ \’Where the heck are you going?\’, said the wife.\> The man said, \’I want to see how you\’re gonna live on $800 a year!


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Dois Poemas da Praia da Areia Branca – Sidónio Muralha

Filed under: poesia,Sidónio Muralha — looking4good @ 2:03 pm
foto: Praia da Areia Branca, Portugal; autor: glosk.bot

1

Na praia da Areia Branca
os búzios não falam só do mar:
– falam das pragas, dos clamores,
da fome dos pescadores
e dos lenços tristes a acenar.

Búzios da praia da Areia branca:

– um dia,
haveis de falar
unicamente do mar.

2

No fundo do mar,
há barcos, tesoiros,
segredos por desvendar
e marinheiros que foram morenos ou loiros.

Ali, não são morenos nem loiros:
– são formas breves, a descansar,
sem ambições para os tesoiros
e de cabelos verdes dos limos do mar.

Serenos, serenos, repousam os mortos,

enquanto o mar
ensina o mundo a falar
a mesma língua em todos os portos.

Sidónio Muralha (n. Lisboa a 28 Jul 1920 – m. Curitiba, Paraná, Brasil a 8 de Dez 1982)

 

Dois Poemas da Praia da Areia Branca – Sidónio Muralha

Filed under: poesia,Sidónio Muralha — looking4good @ 2:03 pm
foto: Praia da Areia Branca, Portugal; autor: glosk.bot

1

Na praia da Areia Branca
os búzios não falam só do mar:
– falam das pragas, dos clamores,
da fome dos pescadores
e dos lenços tristes a acenar.

Búzios da praia da Areia branca:

– um dia,
haveis de falar
unicamente do mar.

2

No fundo do mar,
há barcos, tesoiros,
segredos por desvendar
e marinheiros que foram morenos ou loiros.

Ali, não são morenos nem loiros:
– são formas breves, a descansar,
sem ambições para os tesoiros
e de cabelos verdes dos limos do mar.

Serenos, serenos, repousam os mortos,

enquanto o mar
ensina o mundo a falar
a mesma língua em todos os portos.

Sidónio Muralha (n. Lisboa a 28 Jul 1920 – m. Curitiba, Paraná, Brasil a 8 de Dez 1982)

 

Dois Poemas da Praia da Areia Branca – Sidónio Muralha

Filed under: poesia,Sidónio Muralha — looking4good @ 2:03 pm
foto: Praia da Areia Branca, Portugal; autor: glosk.bot

1

Na praia da Areia Branca
os búzios não falam só do mar:
– falam das pragas, dos clamores,
da fome dos pescadores
e dos lenços tristes a acenar.

Búzios da praia da Areia branca:

– um dia,
haveis de falar
unicamente do mar.

2

No fundo do mar,
há barcos, tesoiros,
segredos por desvendar
e marinheiros que foram morenos ou loiros.

Ali, não são morenos nem loiros:
– são formas breves, a descansar,
sem ambições para os tesoiros
e de cabelos verdes dos limos do mar.

Serenos, serenos, repousam os mortos,

enquanto o mar
ensina o mundo a falar
a mesma língua em todos os portos.

Sidónio Muralha (n. Lisboa a 28 Jul 1920 – m. Curitiba, Paraná, Brasil a 8 de Dez 1982)

 

a soft meadow

Filed under: Uncategorized — looking4good @ 12:13 pm


On a meadow
as a pillow
softly
slowly
set
down
a lonly
sad
so sad
a seed
of mad.
The parachute
of dandelion.

Αγαπητοί φίλοι. Επέστρεψα από τη πατρίδα μου, αλλά έχω τώρα και άλλο σπίτι, το παγκόσμιο blog. WUB.
Σας ετοιμάζω και κάτι καινούργιο, θα σας ειδοποίησω μόλις κυκλοφορήσει στα βιβλιοπολεία. Θα είναι ένα μυθιστόρημα για ξεκούραση αυτή τη φορά.
Σύντομα!