Sometimes life is against you You see it turning…… From dark to darker Wishing it’s just a nightmare And soon you’ll wake up…… Wishing it’s just the night And soon there will be light……
But you realize you were wrong It’s all very true It’s neither a nightmare nor the night It’s just things are no longer right……
In a corner you sit…… Crying blood instead of tears Waiting sadly alone In that little seat of yours Thinking that that would change the world……
Unfortunately that’s not true The world just won’t change for you The world isn’t yours….And isn’t free for you
If you want it……Go for it Stand up and think quick Try to change it…..to suit you Try to fix it…….and make it yours
If you fail……Try once more Never give up……Never lose hope And remember it’s your goal…… Things don’t change from the first shot And light was invented After a thousand try or more
Today I want to show you beautiful artworks of Russian artist Vladimir Kush. This surrealist inspires by the works of Salvador Dali and you can see it in his paintings. According to experts, Vladimir perhaps is one of the most talented surrealists of our time. Each painting is fascinating by stunning fantasy stories, game with metamorphic! If you are a fan of surrealism, you’ll get a real pleasure by watching artworks of this talented author!
“I am a supporting actor, a shadow. But a shadow will become darker if the light is stronger and it will make the white of the light stand out. As the shadow of the main actor, I will make you, the light, the number one in Japan.”
“ The reason I like playing basketball is because I can compete with lots of strong opponents!”
“I’ll sacrifice myself any day, to protect everyone. That’s why I came back!”
“Life is all about challenges, There’s no point in living if there’s no one strong to play, It’s better if I can’t win.”
“Getting the ball in from up close is easy. Getting it from far away has true value”
“Man proposes, God disposes”
If you wanna climb a mountain, you obviously aim for the top but you gotta enjoy the scenery too.
Once you look up to someone, you can’t overtake them.
Don’t give up! There’s no shame in falling down! True shame is to not stand up again!
One day I hired a cab and took off for the Railway Station.
We were driving in the right lane when suddenly a Mercedes car jumped out of parking space right in front of us.
My cab driver slammed on his brakes, skidded, and missed the other car by just inches!
The driver of the Mercedes car whipped his head around and started shouting at us.
My cab driver just smiled and waved at the guy. And was totally cool as if nothing happened.
So I asked, ‘Why did you keep quiet?
This guy almost caused an accident andwe could had been in the hospital!’
This is when my cab driver taught me a lesson which I will not forget throughout my life.
He explained that many people are like garbage trucks.
They move around full of junk, full of resentment, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it and sometimes they’ll dump iton you. Don’t take it personally.
Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on.
Don’t take their garbage and spread it to other people at work, at home, or on the streets.
The bottom line is that successful people do not let garbage trucks take over their day.
Life’s too short to wake up in the morning with regrets, so … Love the people who treat you right.
Pray for the ones who don’t.
Life is ten percent what you make it and ninety percent how you take it!
Once upon a time, there was a king who ruled a prosperous country. One day, he went for a trip to some distant areas of his country. When he was back to his palace, he complained that his feet were very painful, because it was the first time that he went for such a long trip, and the road that he went through was very rough and stony. He then ordered his people to cover every road of the entire country with leather. Definitely, this would need thousands of cows’ skin, and would cost a huge amount of money. Then one of his wise servants dared himself to tell the king, “Why do you have to spend that unnecessary amount of money? Why don’t you just cut a little piece of leather to cover your feet?” The king was surprised, but he later agreed to his suggestion, to make a “shoe” for himself. There is actually a valuable lesson of life in this story: to make this world a happy place to live, you better change yourself — your heart; and not the world.
Niccolo Paganini was born in Genoa, Italy, Oct 27, 1782. He was one of six children born to Teresa and Antonio Paganini. He was an Italian violinist and a composer, considered by many as the greatest of all time.
He received music lessons from his father before he was 6 years old and later from the best instructors in Genoa. He began to perform in public and composed his first sonata in 1790. In 1795 he went to Parma, Italy to study but the teachers there told him they could do nothing more for him. He then commenced on a course of self-training so rigorous that he often played 15 hours a day. In 1797 he started his concert tours, which for many years consisted of triumph after triumph. From 1805 to 1808 he was the court solo violinist at Lucca, appointed by Napoleon’s sister Elisa Bacciocchi. In 1809 Nicolo became a free-lance soloist performing his own music. He performed concerts throughout Italy.
In early 1828 Nicolo began a six and half year tour that started in Vienna and ended in Paris in September 1834. During the two and half year period from August 1828 to February, 1831 he visited some 40 cities in Germany, Bohemia, and Poland. Performances in Vienna, Paris, and London were hailed widely, and his tour in 1832 through England and Scotland made him wealthy.
His playing of tender passages was so beautiful that his audiences often burst into tears, and yet, he could perform with such force and velocity that at Vienna one listener became half crazed and declared that for some days that he had seen the Devil helping the violinist.
Once his fame was established, Paganini’s life was a mixture of triumphs and personal excesses. He earned large sums of money but he indulged recklessly in gambling and other forms of dissipation. On one occasion he was forced to pawn his violin. Having requested the loan of a violin from a wealthy French merchant so that he could fulfill an engagement, he was given a Guarnerius violin by the merchant and later refused to take it back when the concert was over. It was Paganini’s treasure and was bequeathed to the people of Genoa by the violinist and is still carefully preserved in that city
Paganini’s genius as a player overshadows his work as a composer. He wrote much of his music for his own performances, music so difficult that it was commonly thought that he entered into a pack with the Devil. His compositions included 24 caprices (published in 1820) for unaccompanied violin that are among the most difficult works ever written for the instrument. He also challenged musicians with such compositions as his 12 sonatas for violin and guitar; 6 violin concerti; and 6 quartets for violin, viola, cello, and guitar.
According to Philip Sandblom in his book Creativity and Disease few geniuses have experienced such lucky agonies as Paganini, bedeviled by a host of chronic complaints, including Ehlers-Danlos syndrome, marked by excessive flexibility of the joints. “This enabled Paganini to perform the astonishing double-stoppings and roulades for which he was famous”, Sandblom writes. “His wrist was so loose that he could move and twist it in all directions. Although his hand was not disproportional he could thus double its reach and play in the first three positions without shifting.”
It is well known that Paganini rarely practiced after his 30th birthday. Those who were closely associated with him used to marvel at his brilliant technique and watched him closely to discover how he retained it.
In performance Paganini enjoyed playing tricks, like tuning one of his strings a semitone high, or playing the majority of a piece on one string after breaking the other three. He astounded audiences with techniques that included harmonics, double stops, pizzicato with the left as well as the right hand, and near impossible fingerings and bowings.
Antonia Bianchi, a singer who toured with Nicolo in 1825, bore him a son, Cyrus Alexander on July 23, 1825. Although they were never married, he did lavish affection on his son for the rest of his life.
Known as a gambler, he unsuccessfully attempted to open a gambling casino in Paris in 1838. Later he moved to Marseilles and then to Nice, France where he died on May 27, 1840.
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