Music is poetry too.
It’s Thursday, so it’s my day to showcase a little of poetry. Today it’s gonna be a song. Not even from the genre that in Poland is called “sang poetry”, just so beautiful that I can’t stop listening to it.
This is a song performed by a Polish group called Bajm, with Beata Kozidrak as a lead singer. The song is probably the most beautiful thing about motherhood that I have ever heard.
Bajm
“Dwa serca, dwa smutki” / “Two hearts, two sorrows”
Rośniesz jak młody buk na moich ramionach /You’re growing like a young beech* on my arms
Jak drzewo, którego nikt, nikt nie pokona / Like a tree that no one, no one can defeat
Dałam ci wolę istnienia / I gave you the will of existence
Dałam ci siłę tworzenia / I gave you the power of creation
Nowy nieznany szlak nad twoją głową / The new, unknown path over your head
Może jest tylko snem, a może koroną / Maybe it’s just a dream or maybe a crown
Zostań więc Bogiem i drzewem / So become God and a tree
Między mną, ziemią, a niebem / Between me, the Earth and the Heavens**
Ref.: / Chorus:
Więc teraz serca mam dwa, smutki dwa / So now I have two hearts, two sorrows
I miłość po kres, i radość do łez / And love to the end, and joy to the tears
Wieczory długie i złe / Evenings long and bad
Krótkie dnie, więc całuj mnie częściej, / Short days, so kiss me more often
Bo nie wiem jak będzie / Because I don’t know what is going to be
Ojciec Twój pędzi-wiatr, uwieść mnie zdołał / Your father, road runner, has managed to seduce me
Tulił jak cenny skarb w swoich ramionach / He held me in his arms like a treasured gold
Dałam mu wolę istnienia / I gave him the will of existence
Dałam mu siłę tworzenia / I gave him the power of creation
Ref.: / Chorus: x3
*In Polish “buk” and “bóg” are pronounced the same way; “buk” is beech and “bóg” means god.
** In Polish “ziemia” can mean either the floor or the Earth, as well as “niebo” can mean the sky or the Heaven.
I am back!
I was gone way too long. So many things have happened in that time! In my life, in the world, in myself. This post will be only an update on my recent doings, but I promise I’ll be back with my pointless babble in no time. After all, I’m doing it mostly for myself. Though I appreciate HUGELY every comment and every visit to this blog. Sometimes it’s nice to know you’re not talking only to the mirror.
Anyway, last time I wrote I was saying that my exam session was going well. And it did – with one little exception. I flunked the oral Italian exam. It was entirely my fault (though I really wanted to blame Glee for that, I can’t, it was me who preferred watching it and reading Dalton instead of actually learning). But the consequences are just not fair. Usually when you fail an exam, you get to retake it in September and all is fine. I get to retake it too, but because I need to pass all my exams before my BA exam, I couldn’t get BA now, as everybody else, I have to take it in September too. And that means I can’t apply for the studies of secondary level, the MA studies. Everyone will get in before I even get my BA. My only hope is that there will be the second enrollment in September and I’ll get in then, but it’s not certain and I might be facing the possibility of loosing an entire year. I don’t know what I’ll do with myself in that case. Of course I’ll apply for MA studies next year, but in the meantime… I’ll have to find a job. And what if I can’t? What if I have to go back to my parents’ home and leave everything I have here behind FOR A FREAKING YEAR?! Not mentioning that my roommate would be in extremely difficult situation, having to find a new roommate very, very fast and all.
Or maybe I’ll just go to Warsaw, get a visa and come living in USA for that gap year. I’m not joking – I’m seriously considering a year in USA as an au-pair or a nanny. I’ve been in France twice for summer vacations exactly to do this – be an au-pair, so I have some experience. I speak decent English. The family would provide me with accommodation and some pocket-money. I’d have to use all my savings from France just to get the plane ticket, but one day I’ll have to use it anyway, so why not for this? I really want to visit USA – and not only travel as a tourist, I want to feel this country, live there for a while, just like I did with France.
But all this is a consideration, in case I don’t get in to my MA studies. I really really really hope I will.
I had a serious breakdown when I found out about this. A darkest day of my life since high school, or maybe even since middle school. I was hysterical, crying all the time, wanting to curl up on my bed and never ever get up. But I got over it and next day I was fine. And I am fine.
Surprisingly fine. Better than I ever was, actually.
And I don’t know if this is because of that flunked exam, or because of my new internship, or because of Glee, but I am feeling better in my skin than I ever felt. Like I’ve been reborn. Everything is new. I’m looking at the world with wide eyes and feeling it more intensely than ever. I’m not afraid anymore.
And that’s probably the biggest change: the one in me. And I guess I have Glee to thank for that. But this is a topic for another post. Because you probably raise your eyebrows right now, thinking how silly I am saying that a simple show (and not the best quality one, as I’m sure some of you might think) could make that big of a difference. Well, it did. It showed me something very important; more than that: it made me believe it. Something no one could do until now. But as I said, it’s a topic for another time.
There’s another thing that happened while I was gone from here: the History of French Language Exam. I got a decend grade from it, but two of my best friends weren’t that lucky. The teacher had done something unforgivable and frankly just criminal – opened our private e-mail even though the girls were protesting. It’s against the Constitution of Republic of Poland, let alone the penal code. Moreover, in one of the e-mails he found a silly name that someone made up for him. I can’t stress that enough: it was our private correspondence. He had no right to read it. But he did and then abused the girls for it verbally to the point they left the room crying. We are trying now to file an official complaint agaist that guy. I am just disappointed in our colleagues: the whole year that teacher was mean to all of us and with what he did to those girls… it’s unforgivable. But the whole class, with a few exceptions, says they won’t even sign that complaint because it’s not their business. Really, I thought we were more of a group than that. But okay, they don’t want to, we’re not going to force them. I just think it’s opportunistic and cowardly from their part. I wasn’t in the room when it was happening either and I am going to do everything I can to make that guy pay for what he did. Not just because it’s my friends we’re talking about, but because it’s the right thing to do. My blood pressure is still raising every time I think about it.
Another thing is more cheerful (sort of): I started my second internship. I work at the office with some pretty jolly gals doing mostly what I do for that first internship: spell checking and proofreading the translations, fixing the formatting and stuff. Recently I also did some other things, like filling forms concerning freelancer translators who work with us. Very, very annoying stuff – boring as hell. But I’m an intern, so I do what I’m told to do. I gain experience. And when I’m done, it’s gonna be a huge advantage in any attempts to get a real job in the future. I hope.
Also? I got totally addicted to Tumblr. And I’m translating “Dalton”, a Glee AU!Klaine fanfiction, into Polish. It’s all fluffy and not at all realistic, but I love it anyway. Huh.
And yesterday, for the first time in my life, I got a little drunk. I have a very strong head and usually I get just a little buzz in my ears at most, I honestly don’t know why yesterday was so different. T’was a strange experience. Not at all unpleasant (I was just slightly out of control, singing, dancing and saying silly stuff, but nothing more disorderly), but also not sky-high cool. I mean, it was fun when it lasted, but right now I’m a little embarrassed for myself. I can’t think how I would feel if I did something really stupid. Or if I couldn’t remember what I did.
(I know I’m 22 and I should have this kind of experience long behind me (legal age in Poland is 18), but what can I say? I am usually a good girl. And I really have a strong head.)
Oh, and I have totally rainbow nail polish on right now, Darren Criss style. Also his pink sunglasses. That is a real obsession, ya know :D
(I also want a sea monkey wrist aquarium, just like Chris Colfer’s, but I guess finding it would be a little problematic, since that sorts of things are not popular in my corner of the world.)
And that’s pretty much all for now. Thanks for putting up with me and see you soon ;)
My new musical obsession: Celtic Woman.
I am a person who obsess easily over things. Music is the best example: when I find a new song or artist that I like, suddenly I’m starting to listen to it over and over and over again, without a break. It can go on for months, like with Garou, or for a few weeks or even less, like with that Maccabeats’ Hanukkah song. I still love them and I go back very often, but every now and then I find something new, start obsessing about it, and for some time I don’t listen to anything else. Right now the focus of my obsession is an Irish all-female ensemble of four (plus a fiddler, she’s great too!), called “Celtic Woman”. I’ve known them for some time now, I was mesmerized by their version of “Carol of the bells” when I was compiling my Christmas music playlist, but only now I really discovered them. I have downloaded some of their albums (don’t look at me like that, it’s legal in Poland*!), but am trying to buy them as well. (I like to have albums of my own, if I really like the artist.) The thing is, it’s hard to acquire them in Poland. Fortunately, I have a friend who’s living right now in Ireland and she promised to check out her local music store for prices, so if it’s not too expensive, I’m gonna have it for my own!
Anyway, their voices are… Mesmerizing. Marvelous. Wonderful. It’s as if they were angels who stepped down on Earth to show us a glimpse of heaven. The music is equally good and the lyrics are really touching, very poetic, very… inspiring. It’s not really that Celtic, not all of it, anyway, but it’s absolutely gorgeous. I don’t know where have I been these past six years, I should have heard them and discovered them before.
Now, say: isn’t it really, utterly amazing?!
(Have I mentioned that Chloe, the blond one in blue, is my age now and only 16 on this video?! The voice like that at this age – it’s really amazing!) (I’m kinda mesmerized by all beautiful women at Celtic Woman, but Chloe the most, she really has a voice of an angel! All of them have, but her’s is like seraph’s, wonderful.)
*It really is. Downloading music or films is legal, sharing it on Internet is not. This means that while Rapidshare and other of its kind are legal, any p2p is not. Because, honestly, if you can record a movie on DVD from TV, why couldn’t you download it from the Internet? You cannot, however, sell it or use it any other way than for your own use of watching/listening.
