Music: Victor Jara Manifiesto

Not too long ago this voice was heard – but then silenced by murderers and thugs that have changed the face of this beautiful country for many years.

RIP – Victor – you will never be forgotten – but those who caused your death should be forgotten forever – their lives made never exist – but not their wrong doing and crimes.

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Climate Change: Hurricane ad from Ogilvy

No comment – see the GreenPeace “I am sorry” campaign.

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Music: DJ GO!DIVA EL EXILIO GUESTMIX FOR FNOOB.COM

One and a half hours of great Techno – available also for take away – as MP3 download from SoundCloud.com.

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Music: Let Love Rule – Lenny Kravitz

Now two more songs from our Bahamian Lenny Kravitz
We think these fit well with today’s “World AIDS day”.

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Quote of the day: The last Poem

This quote is from James Clavell’s well known novel Shogun:

The blue sky above the earth
White clouds rise towards heaven
Life is only a butterfly’s dream
Death the way to eternal life

Charles Edmund Dumaresq Clavell, 1924 – 1994, Shogun

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Quote of the day: Funeral Blues

One of W.H. Auden best known poems “Funeral Blues” in its second (shorter) and changed version. We are still searching for the original version with five stanzas which Auden wrote together with Christopher Isherwood in 1936.

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Wystan Hugh Auden, 1907 – 1973, Funeral Blues

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