Kortez

I like his songs.

The movies

I would like to add to my list of the best movies next titles:

Green Book - the film deservedly received an Oscar. The mood, the music, and photos - worth seeing.

The Wife - the interesting look at the relationship between husband and wife.

Big Little Lies - the apparently perfect lives of several people and couples.

True Detective - season 1 and 3.

The sound of silence...

Today my thoughts are in Gdańsk...

Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone 
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share 
And no one dared 
Disturb the sound of silence.

"Fools" said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence.

And the people bowed and prayed 
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls. 
And whisper'd in the sounds of silence...

(www.tekstowo.pl/)

Poland, Gdansk 13.01.2019

It's a horrible day for Poland...the something is over...

fot.Micha Ryniak / Agencja Gazeta

Wisława Szymborska

Hatred

See how efficient it still is,

how it keeps itself in shape—

our century’s hatred.

How easily it vaults the tallest obstacles.

How rapidly it pounces, tracks us down.

 

It is not like other feelings.

At once both older and younger.

It gives birth itself to the reasons that give it life.

When it sleeps, it’s never eternal rest.

And sleeplessness won’t sap its strength; it feeds it.

 

One religion or another—

whatever gets it ready, in position.

One fatherland or another—

whatever helps it get a running start.

Just also works well at the outset

until hate gets its own momentum going.

Hatred. Hatred.

Its face twisted in a grimace

of erotic ecstasy.

 

Oh these other feelings, listless weaklings.

Since when does brotherhood draw crowds?

Has compassion ever finished first?

Does doubt ever really rouse the rabble?

Only hatred has just what it takes.

 

Gifted, diligent, hard-working.

Need we mention all the songs it has composed?

All the pages it has added to our history books?

All the human carpets it has spread

over countless city squares and football fields?

 

Let’s face it:

it knows how to make beauty.

The splendid fire-glow in midnight skies.

Magnificent bursting bombs in rosy dawns.

You can’t deny the inspiring pathos of ruins

and a certain bawdy humor to be found

in the sturdy column jutting from their midst.

 

Hatred is a master of contrast—between explosions and dead quiet,

red blood and white snow.

Above all, it never tires

of its leitmotif—the impeccable executioner

towering over its soiled victim.

 

It’s always ready for new challenges.

If it has to wait awhile, it will.

They say it’s blind. Blind?

It has a sniper’s keen sight

and gazes unflinchingly at the future

as only it can.

Nienawiść

Spójrzcie, jaka wciąż sprawna,

jak dobrze się trzyma

w naszym stuleciu nienawiść.

Jak lekko bierze przeszkody.

Jakie to łatwe dla niej – skoczyć, dopaść.

 

Nie jest jak inne uczucia.

Starsza i młodsza od nich jednocześnie.

Sama rodzi przyczyny,

które ją budzą do życia.

Jeśli zasypia, to nigdy snem wiecznym.

Bezsenność nie odbiera jej sił, ale dodaje.

 

Religia nie religia -

byle przyklęknąć na starcie.

Ojczyzna nie ojczyzna -

byle się zerwać do biegu.

Niezła i sprawiedliwość na początek.

Potem już pędzi sama.

Nienawiść. Nienawiść.

Twarz jej wykrzywia grymas

ekstazy miłosnej.

 

Ach, te inne uczucia -

cherlawe i ślamazarne.

Od kiedy to braterstwo

może liczyć na tłumy?

Współczucie czy kiedykolwiek

pierwsze dobiło do mety?

Zwątpienie ilu chętnych porywa za sobą?

Porywa tylko ona, która swoje wie.

 

Zdolna, pojętna, bardzo pracowita.

Czy trzeba mówić ile ułożyła pieśni.

Ile stronnic historii ponumerowała.

Ile dywanów z ludzi porozpościerała

na ilu placach, stadionach.

 

Nie okłamujmy się:

potrafi tworzyć piękno.

Wspaniałe są jej łuny ciemną nocą.

Świetne kłęby wybuchów o różanym świcie.

Trudno odmówić patosu ruinom

i rubasznego humoru

krzepko sterczącej nad nimi kolumnie.

 

Jest mistrzynią kontrastu

między łoskotem a ciszą,

między czerwoną krwią a białym śniegiem.

A nade wszystko nigdy jej nie nudzi

motyw schludnego oprawcy

nad splugawioną ofiarą.

 

Do nowych zadań w każdej chwili gotowa.

Jeżeli musi poczekać, poczeka.

Mówią, że ślepa. Ślepa?

Ma bystre oczy snajpera

i śmiało patrzy w przyszłość

- ona jedna.

Did you know that?

The interesting story, did you know that?

The old man and the gun

The next interesting movie - The old man and the gun

If you like Robert Redford you have to view this movie.

The End of the Year

So...it's the end of the year and in some hours we will meet The New Year 2019! It's time, to sum up, the passing year - the first step is the books :)
The book I read:

It's was my first meeting with David Vann...the mix emotions, but interesting book.

The book I have read:

It's a very interesting book - how to find yourself among different kind of people...

The book I will read:

I love the mountains, the book seems very interesting:)