Indiferentes y sin apegos – Santiago Galicia Rojon Serrallonga

Y aquella mañana, profundamente dormido, mientras las nubes de efímera existencia modificaban sus siluetas al recibir las caricias y los rasguños del viento, las mariposas revoloteaban sobre las flores, los pájaros volaban libres y la naturaleza regalaba sus colores, formas y perfumes, soñé que la vida y el tiempo buscaban cercas, puertas y ventanas para marcharse ajenos a despedidas, indiferentes y sin apegos, frente a un espejo roto y opaco que reflejaba ruinas, escombros de incontables hoy convertidos en ayer, rostros envejecidos, tristes y enfermos, el cual, al hablar, lamentaba que la gente permaneciera en la comodidad y el aletargamiento de las butacas y no en el escenario de la existencia.

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Source: Indiferentes y sin apegos – Santiago Galicia Rojon Serrallonga

Reflections – Kaushal Kishore

 

(Mother’s Day Special)

Today is Mother’s Day that evokes some cherished memories of my mom. Whenever my siblings or I succeeded in exams, she would prepare halwa, a delightful Indian pudding crafted from semolina, ghee, sugar, cashews, and raisins.

Recalling her culinary prowess, I reminisce about how she would often cook extra for lunch, ensuring leftovers were either enjoyed by us or fed to the cow in the evening. Yet, when it came to dinner, she meticulously planned to avoid any waste, especially since we didn’t have a refrigerator at the time.

One evening during dinner, I found myself enjoying the vegetables so much that I asked for more. My elder sister generously offered hers, saying, “Take it from me.” This happened again a few days later, prompting me to question her about it.

My elder sister adored me. She loved dressing me up as a Sikh Sardar, Krishna Kanhaiya, and more, since I was the youngest in the family. I felt very close to her.

So my elder sister confided in me, revealing that our mother kept a very small portion of vegetables for herself, and if she gave that to me, she wouldn’t have any left to eat. She also mentioned that there was a day when my mother had to make do with just pickles for eating her chapatis.

This realisation made me understand that daughters are often more attuned to their mothers’ sacrifices. We boys may not fully grasp the extent of a mother’s sacrifices in raising a family, with daughters playing a crucial role in supporting her in this endeavour.

Since then, I’ve never requested extra vegetables during dinner. Even now, I stick to this habit, but the memory of that incident often crosses my mind whenever I dine, though she remains ever present in my thoughts.

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–Kaushal Kishore 

Source: Reflections – Kaushal Kishore

Thousands protest in Israel amid anger at Netanyahu over hostages held in Gaza | Israel | The Guardian

Thousands of Israelis joined protests over the weekend calling for a deal to bring home hostages still held in Gaza by Hamas, early elections and the immediate resignation of Benjamin Netanyahu, the prime minister.

The large protests came amid renewed fighting in Gaza, where Israeli troops have advanced for the first time towards the centre of Rafah, the territory’s southernmost city, and launched operations in several northern areas where fierce clashes have previously taken place…

Source: Thousands protest in Israel amid anger at Netanyahu over hostages held in Gaza | Israel | The Guardian

Feliz Dia das Mães – Pensamentos.me/VEM comigo!

” Genuinamente, só acabei de nascer ; quando me tornei mãe “.

A vida é um processo contínuo, gigante e evolutivo. Nascemos como filhas, e só depois de cumprir parte desses requisitos, é que nos tornamos mães. Então, durante esse tempo que se faz necessário, para que tudo isso aconteça, nos vamos ” nascendo”  e ” aprendendo ” algo novo” todos os dias.  A vida é um eterno aprendizado! Mas, que no meio dessa trajetória, há uma exigência explicita que, com que deixemos de sermos filhas, para alcançarmos um patamar maior no universo ou seja, o lugar de Mamães. Agora, já não seremos dependentes de carinho, cuidado e amor. Nós é que oferecemos a prole, a proteção necessária, o cuidado, carinho e amor.

Marii Freire. Feliz Dia das Mães!

https://Pensamentos.me/VEM comigo!

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Source: Feliz Dia das Mães – Pensamentos.me/VEM comigo!

♫ Rolling Stones Week Grand Finale ♫ | Filosofa’s Word


Heart Of Stone

Here you go, rawgod  … I didn’t forget!

In an AllMusic review, Richie Unterberger writes, “‘Heart of Stone’ is a slow and soulful, dramatic ballad with the kind of vaguely discordant, droning guitars heard on many an early Rolling Stones slow number. What was impressive was how the Jagger/Richards song, though similar in some respect to American soul ballads of the period … was not explicitly derivative of any one blues or soul song that they were covering on their mid-60s records. The lilt of the verses owed something to country music and the mournful harmonies heard on the latter part of the verses added to the overall feeling of melancholy moodiness.”

Released as a single in the US, Heart Of Stone was the fourth Top 40 hit for The Rolling Stones in that country, where they were making their ascent. In the UK, Little Red Rooster, cover of a blues song first recorded by Howlin’ Wolf, was released instead and went to .


Honky Tonk Women

This was written by Mick Jagger and Keith Richards.  According to Keith Richards, the song had its origins …

“… in Brazil. Mick and I, Marianne Faithfull and Anita Pallenberg who was pregnant with my son at the time. Which didn’t stop us going off to the Mato Grasso and living on this ranch. It’s all cowboys. It’s all horses and spurs. And Mick and I were sitting on the porch of this ranch house and I started to play, basically fooling around with an old Hank Williams idea. ‘Cause we really thought we were like real cowboys. Honky tonk women. And we were sitting in the middle of nowhere with all these horses, in a place where if you flush the john all these black frogs would fly out. It was great. The chicks loved it. Anyway, it started out a real country honk put on, a hokey thing. And then couple of months later we were writing songs and recording. And somehow by some metamorphosis it suddenly went into this little swampy, black thing, a Blues thing. Really, I can’t give you a credible reason of how it turned around from that to that. Except there’s not really a lot of difference between white country music and black country music. It’s just a matter of nuance and style. I think it has to do with the fact that we were playing a lot around with open tunings at the time. So we were trying songs out just to see if they could be played in open tuning. And that one just sunk in.”


Wild Horses

This started as a song for Keith Richards’ newborn son Marlon. It was 1969 and Keith regretted that he had to leave his son to go on tour. Mick Jagger rewrote Keith’s lyrics, keeping only the line “Wild horses couldn’t drag me away.” His rewrite was based on his relationship with Marianne Faithfull, which was disintegrating.

Mick Jagger’s girlfriend at the time, the singer Marianne Faithfull, claims “Wild horses couldn’t drag me away” was the first thing she said to Mick after she pulled out of a drug-induced coma in 1969. There are other theories as to Mick’s muse for this song, however. Jagger’s longtime girlfriend Jerry Hall in The Observer Magazine April 29, 2007, said: “‘Wild Horses’ is my favorite Stones song. It’s so beautiful. I don’t mind that it was written for Bianca.” (Not likely, since Jagger didn’t meet his future wife Bianca until 1970, which was after the song was recorded.)

In other words … who knows???


Miss You

The lyrics were seemingly inspired by Mick Jagger’s deteriorating relationship with his wife, Bianca. Jagger has claimed otherwise, saying: “‘Miss You’ is an emotion, it’s not really about a girl. To me, the feeling of longing is what the song is.”

Session musicians included Sugar Blue (James Whiting) on harmonica, Mel Collins on sax and Ian MacLagan on electric piano. Collins had played with King Crimson, MacLagan had been in the band Faces with Stones guitarist Ron Wood. Sugar Blue was from Harlem, but was playing in the Paris metro (their subway) when someone from The Stones record company heard him and brought him to the sessions.

The bassline, horns and drums gave this a disco sound that alienated many of their fans, but also propelled it to the top of the charts. The Stones thought of it as more R&B than disco.


And that concludes Rolling Stones Week, my friends! I asked Jerry, who suggested the week, if he had enjoyed it and his response was “Enjoying it. But like you said, can’t really get enough in, in one week. Their collection is expansive.” So, perhaps later in the year I’ll revisit some of the ones I missed, but for now, I’ll move on. I hope you’ve all enjoyed Rolling Stones Week as much as I’ve enjoyed putting it together!



Source: ♫ Rolling Stones Week Grand Finale ♫ | Filosofa’s Word

The way Britain treats refugees shames the nation | Refugees | The Guardian

… I am ashamed to belong to a people who think it OK to treat others like this, who are prepared to terrorise and think it funny when they arrest and cart people off without warning, depriving them of their means of communication. These poor, deluded victims of unimaginable horrors in their home countries, having faced dangerous and frightening journeys to a country they thought of as a place of safety and support, are finding out what a mean, inefficient, uncaring, selfish “shower” we are. We’re all right, Jack, you can all go to hell, whoops, Rwanda.

Shame on the government. Shame on the Home Office and the way it and some of its employees treat such vulnerable beings whom they don’t even seem to see as people. Most have committed no crime, yet are treated more callously than fraudsters, drug dealers and murderers. Britain, where is your humanity?
Jacqueline Simpson
Garforth, Leeds

Source: The way Britain treats refugees shames the nation | Refugees | The Guardian

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