Groucho Marx, 1890-1977
Each morning when I open my eyes I say to myself: I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn't arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I'm going to be happy in it.
Brenda Boykin
Love is in Town

Be my Lover
Ruud van Empel
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Empire State of Mind Solo
Alicia Keys

Inspired by Patrick E.
The "new anthem" of New York City




Let's never stop falling in love...


Pink Martini
How to make a coffee

Albert Watson






Albert Watson (born 1942) is a Scottish photographer well known for his fashion, celebrity and art photography, and whose work is featured in galleries and museums worldwide. He has shot over 200 covers of Vogue around the world and 40 covers of Rolling Stone magazine since the mid-1970s. Photo District News named Watson one of the 20 most influential photographers of all time, along with Richard Avedon and Irving Penn, among others.[1] Watson has won numerous honors, including a Lucie Award, a Grammy Award, the Hasselblad Masters Award, three ANDY Awards, and the Centenary Medal, a lifetime achievement award from the Royal Photographic Society.


He was born in Edinburgh, Scotland, the son of a physical education teacher and a boxer. He grew up in Penicuik, Midlothian, and attended the Rudolf Steiner School in Edinburgh and Lasswade High School, followed study at the Duncan of Jordonstone College of Art in Dundee and the Royal College of Art in London. More
Soms valt de regen
maar vaak schijnt de zon,
dan denk ik even aan jou.
Soms valt het tegen,
maar vaak valt het mee;
grijs wordt voorzichtig lichtblauw.

Soms ben ik somber,
maar vaak komt 't goed,
verdwijnt weer wat kil is en grauw.
Soms wil ik huilen,
maar vat ik weer moed,
en denk ik even aan jou.
Kingfisher

Niet te geloven toch, dat dit mooie kleurrijke vogeltje in Nederland voorkomt. Helaas nog nooit gezien.




Mr. Rakowski

Never underestimate the power of time and understanding to bring the love between father and son to the surface. A hard emotional journey that is worth every second.

Storyline
Polish-born Sam Rakowski (1916) had to face anti-Semitism starting at an early age. Pursued by the Nazis, he and his wife Celia eventually ended up in Auschwitz-Birkenau. After surviving the horrors of the camps, they immigrated to the United States and had a son named Richie, now a successful 55-year-old businessman. Since the death of his wife, Sam has occupied a small house on Richie's estate. Despite their awkward relationship, Richie provides his father with the best possible care. Both men are traumatized, Sam because of the war and his first son's death, Richie on account of a childhood marked by his detached and sometimes aggressive father. Separate interviews reveal how serious the lack of communication between the two is, and how badly Richie wants to understand his father. As a result, he goes through an arduous process in an attempt to redefine his view of his father. Jan Diederen's camera acts like a vigilant mediator... Written by Jan Diederen

Sam Rakowski is 91 jaar oud en heeft Auschwitz-Birkenau overleefd. Hij is slecht ter been en woont in een luxe bungalow op het landgoed van zijn zoon Richie, een zeer succesvol zakenman. De verhouding tussen vader en zoon is nooit goed geweest. Sam was een agressieve, kille vader en dat is hij op hoge leeftijd nog steeds. Richie geeft zijn vader de allerbeste zorg en biedt hem alle gelegenheid te delen in de warmte van zijn gezin, maar dit slaat niet echt aan. Halverwege de vijftig heeft hij nog steeds niet het mysterie dat zijn vader voor hem is, weten te doorgronden.

Samba da Benção
Bebel Gilberto 

E melhor ser alegre que ser triste
Alegria e a melhor coisa que existe
E assim como a luz no coracao
Mas pra fazer um samba com beleza
E preciso um bocado de tristeza
Senao nao se faz um samba nao

Fazer samba nao e contar piada
E quem faz samba assim nao e de nada
O bom samba e uma forma de oracao
Porque o samba e a tristeza que balanca
E a tristeza tem sempre uma esperanca
De um dia nao ser mais triste nao

Poe um pouco de amor numa cadencia
E vai ver que ninguem no mundo vence
A beleza que tem um samba nao
Porque o samba nasceu la na Bahia
E se hoje ele e branco na poesia
Ele e negro demais no coracao