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Help Madzia

Sun, 02 Mar 2008 22:52:54 +0100

Dear Friends;

I opened a special blog for little girl Madzia Mozdzierz from Poland ( Bircza ). The girl needs to have operation.
You will find more informations in that blog :

http://heart-for-madzia.blog.co.uk/

Please help me collect money for Madzia

Best wishes
Tamara

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Why we always trust wrong people ?

Sun, 04 Nov 2007 21:52:41 +0100

Why we always trust wrong people ?
Why we believe them even if we feel that they lie ?
Why it's so hard to be just with one and why it's so hard to be alone ?
Why it's so easy love wrong people ?
Why isn't easy to burn them in our minds ?

I can't find answers and I know that I won't find them. It's to many questions after last night. It's to many wrong answers.I wish I could back to those days and burn every little smile which I gave to him...

I wish.....

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Temperature

Sun, 04 Nov 2007 20:53:24 +0100

I should say sorry to all of my friends because I wasn't able to talk and write even few words for such a long time, but I am back and the temperature in my life and on my blog will grow.

I don't know if you like or don't like that kind of songs which Sean Paul sings but let me know what do you think about music from "Temperature".
That's very important to me.

I am working on the new version of "Romeo and Juliet" as a open-air theatre, it is hard to explain but that will be Shakespeare as never seen before by people. This year I would like that Shakespeare leaps to the year 2010 where his sixteenth century "Romeo and Juliet" are radically changed. The music will be played by some of Polish's and American's singers. People can bring their own coffee-pots and food. I hope they will not disappoint.

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Back from unique cities and countries....."Croatia"

Wed, 15 Aug 2007 08:55:29 +0200

I'm glad that I'm back but I miss those places now already. After that 14 days I left everything behind my back...

If I would write about all places you will never believe . I am proud of me but also I have passed case that I should learn few more languages if I ever decide go on such expedition.

I will begin from Makarska ...

Makarska is a unique city located in the exact geographical center of Dalmatia, where the cultural and archtectural heritage from ancient times to the present radiates with equal strenght like an architectural and stylistic mirror of beauty and proportion, interwoven with an unmatched harmony of mountains, coastline and sea.

The one of Croatian man told me that Makarska is a lovely place if you come once, you will come again.... We will see in the future...

The true is that Makarska is like a fairy tale that will tell itself to everybody. That place has a friendly voice which will whisper to you of beaches, pine groves, the sea, nature parks, the city, its heritage, scents and tastes.

Makarska is a city ready to satisfy even the most selective I agree whit that. The doors of the Makarska hotels and private apartaments are open for everyone. I have decided to choose with friends small private apattment for 70 euro per night. We slept under thread of mountain and in the morrning we sipped coffee on balkonies with view on sea. We had two chambers, kitchen and bathroom for four people so we paid 17,5€ per person it's near 12,5 pounds per night.The food and drinks aren't most cheap but it depends on wages : coffee 1€, bread 1€, butter 1,5€, fish dishes with bread 42,5 €, whole chicken 35€, good cookies 2€, ice cream(one scoop)0,7€,large pizza ( bigger than in UK and Poland )8.5€... Fruits, vegetables and red meat are more expensive than in Poland but cheaper than in UK so everyone from UK, GB, Italy, Germany will enjoy that place.

What was important for me.... Makarska is the urban backdrop for its museums, the setting for exhibits, performances, concerts, and gatherings of artists from throughout the world. Every evenings here comedy flirts with drama, painting with the lengthy heritage, and music with the traditional Dalmatian polyphony. Makarska is also a place where you can check your body and your soul: extreme sports and Biokovo.

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On my way ....

Mon, 30 Jul 2007 19:32:51 +0200

Sorry, I can't be with you for few days but I will back.

I will let you know my crazy stories after few days.

What I did today ?

The most important is that :

I sent my application form for European Seminar for Teachers " Auschwitz - history, memory and education. Teaching about the Holocaust and Auschwitz in the authentic memorial site ". Location: Cracow-Auschwitz from 7th October to 13th October 2007.

See you soon

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Lazy Sunday Afternoon before trip.....

Mon, 30 Jul 2007 03:10:39 +0200

I thought that I will follow to sleep ... but when I put my head on pillow I started dream about him one more time...That was like horror. Me next to them , his family, his wife and talk about money... I felt like Diana poor girl inside crazy world where everyone is just looking how to say to me "you don't fit here"...I couldn't sleep because I was angry thinking about him, but the fact that I was thinking about him made me even angrier, and the angrier I became the more I thought about him and I am still angry so you will know what it means.

I decide to write next story. I did coffee at half past three and now I am back.I am back like my best music in my time-worn record player. I think still about him but also I think very distinctly about my trip to Croatia and Izrael. I was planing that trip for a such long time with my friends, they will kill me if I will blast our plans.

Jazzymor make me feel better than anything. I am listening that music and I feel great like on uninhabited island, like in that place where nobody will find me...

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Conversation with him

Mon, 30 Jul 2007 00:08:47 +0200

X: Why are you so sad ?
Y: I meet wrong man in my life.
X: What are you trying to say ?
Y: He said to me few days ago few words like Napoleon to Josephine and I trust him.
X: Who? What he said ?
Y: He said ..."A few days ago I thought I like you; but since I last saw you I feel I like you a thousand times more. I am more interesting about you. All the time I have known you I adore you, your voice, your smile...I adore you more each day. I beg you, let me see some of your faults, please be less beautiful, less graceful, less kind... Give us the chance to...
X: and ...
Y: I have trusted him...I left everything for him...I did it...
X: and...
Y: I shouldn't talk with you about it...
X: Why not ?
Y: I don't even know your name...
X: If that will help you to cool down I will let you know my name?
Y: No, please no...After few days I am sure that all what he said that was nothing for him...All what he said flips over and just pinning underneath. At one night, the ice weasels come... and now I feel bad about myself...
X: You shouldn't you never know what will happen in your life. I belive you will find your gold fish in the beauty river...
Y: Now I know that I don't wana find any gold fish.
X: So , what's your name?
Y: I can't say...
X: Why ?
Y: My name is Unreal Love... and what's your name ?
X: My name is Broken Heart... what do you think about our meeting ? Is it real ?
Y: I don't know...
X: I belive that our meeting isn't just a meeting...
Y: Now you are so strange...
X: No, I would like to say that If grass can grow throught cement, love can find you at every time in your life...
Y: Now I don't know what to say...
X: Please just look at the sky without any words, any reasons...

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How I feel ? Like someone who walks on broken glass all the time....

Fri, 27 Jul 2007 11:51:55 +0200

You never know what will happen ....
You never know which piece of broken glass will wound you...
I would like find the way to the future time but right now I can't.

Why people all the time talk about money?
Why they can't be happy without them ?
Where is the real love like from the Shakespeares' poems ?

I don't know...

****

Come into these arms again
and lay your body down
The rhythm of this trembling heart
is beating like a drum
It beats for you it bleeds for you
it knows not how it sounds
For it is the drum of drums
it is the song of songs

Once I had the rarest rose
that ever deemed to bloom
Cruel winter chilled the bud
and stole my flower too soon
Oh loneliness Oh hopelessness
to search the ends of time
For there is in all the world
no greater love than mine.

Love o love o .... still falls the rain
Love o love o .... still falls the night
Love o love o .... damned forever

Let me be the only one
to keep you from the cold
Now the floor of heaven is laid
the stars are bright as gold
They shine for you they shine for you
they burn for all to see
Come into these arms again
and set this spirit free

Love Song for Vampire A.L
Bram Stoker's "Dracula"

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(La) Festa della mamma

Tue, 22 May 2007 23:40:38 +0200

I know that I must do more in that weekend than usually, but who think about it. That will be great time not just for me but also for my family.I must find some time to take my Mum to my favorite "La Costa" restaurant for vegeterian pizza which I adore. I will make trick, I will buy some flowers and cakes....

Why ?

Because in Poland we will have a holiday honoring mothers - Mother's Day.

Few of my friends will came from diffrent towns so after that we will go for "Kobzanie" - party with lots of great music.

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What do you think ?

Tue, 22 May 2007 23:22:52 +0200

"In relation to animals, all people are Nazis; for the animals, it is an eternal Treblinka" Isaac Bashevis Singer

What do you think about it ?
Do you know something about Treblinka ?

Isaac Bashevis Singer was a Nobel Prize-winning Polish born American writer of both short stories and novels. He wrote in Yiddish.

Singer was a prominent vegetarian for the last 35 years of his life and often included such themes in his works. In his short story, "The Slaughterer", he described the anguish that an appointed slaughterer had trying to reconcile his compassion for animals with his job of slaughtering them. He felt that the eating of meat was a denial of all ideals and all religions: "How can we speak of right and justice if we take an innocent creature and shed its blood".
When asked if he had become a vegetarian for health reasons, he replied: "I did it for the health of the chickens."

In the preface to Steven Rosen's "Food for Spirit: Vegetarianism and the World Religions" (1986), Singer wrote, "When a human kills an animal for food, he is neglecting his own hunger for justice. Man prays for mercy, but is unwilling to extend it to others. Why should man then expect mercy from God? It's unfair to expect something that you are not willing to give. It is inconsistent. I can never accept inconsistency or injustice. Even if it comes from God. If there would come a voice from God saying, "I'm against vegetarianism!" I would say, "Well, I am for it!" This is how strongly I feel in this regard."

It is still lots of questions.

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Getting the message across the world .....

Sat, 19 May 2007 00:19:37 +0200

" Good communication is as stimulating as black coffe and just as hard to sleep after"...A.M.L

I belive that someone can be intrusive because you can be disturbed when you're trying to relax but sometimes your words could wake up and give good advice. Think before you will say that you don't have time to talk.

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Strange dream

Thu, 03 May 2007 12:28:24 +0200

...I did not know when I fell asleep and when I began to dream; my dream was so real that I did not to feel as if I were dreaming. I remembered afterward how intensely wideawake and alert I had thought I was...I can't still belive in that dream...if that was not a dream ?

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Just belive who you are

Wed, 02 May 2007 09:04:12 +0200

...The piano keys are black and white but they sound like a million colours in your mind...Black and White, Polish, Irish, English, Jewish we all the same with million ideas, with the same love...

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Door of opportunity

Tue, 01 May 2007 12:06:04 +0200

...When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us...

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