Jack Fresco - London 2009 (Engl. w/ Spanish subtitles)

Jack Fresco - London 2009

MOVE TV - Desmond Richardson

★The Rose by LeAnn Rimes

Arthur and the Revenge of Maltazard

Hush

Hush!! It's time to be quiet.
Hush!! Nothing is still.

Wild rivers cross our lives;
wild winds stir the mess around us;
the sun is not enough in here -
the days are grey, the hearts dark.

Hush!! Don't worry. I am here.
Be quiet!! Enjoy the silence.

Calmness takes us over -
it's time to learn; listen -
the stones whisper in the fields.
Quietude runes in my veins.

Quietness in my heart, my mind,
pure tranquillity in my life.

Hush!! Hear the sprouts grow;
vibrate with the light.
Hush!! See the gift, the secret -
silence is a key to knowledge.

Keep quiet!! Stay calm.
Stay still. Enjoy the power.

Morning

Silence and music, the rhythm of my heart ...
Sunny mornings, chirping birds, a promise.
A lost particle in a still space,
a ceased existence moment, happiness.
Alone, lonesome and yet blessed;
appreciated life of solitude and harmony.

Solitary, quiet, withdrawn, a joyful soul;
silence, peace, repose, serenity, concord.

Are you

A tired soul, an exhausted heart,
are you trying to escape the pain?
Are you silenced by your nostalgia
of times long gone by, forlorn?

A mighty spirit, lost in present,
searching for the right way,
are you, dear, questioning again
the path you have chosen, the right

to grow, develop and progress?
In times of muddy values, no respect,
are you, gentle child, once more
seeking the path back home?

Весна

Весна неожиданно пришла.
Рано еще, в феврале, себя пропустила,
снег растаял, птицы запели.
Они радостно поют, домики строют.

Март нас немножко испугал,
холод был опять настал.
Сейчас уже солнце на горизонте
знак и гарант за наступившею весну.

Было холодно и скучно, темно;
было одиноко очень долго.
Теперь лучи весело греют -
душу греют, неудачу прогоняют.

Ветер дует, дождь идет,
земля со сна встает,
зверей к любви призывает,
людям доброты дарит.

I found a way

I found a way to appease
my broken heart.
I found a way to alleviate
the gnawing pain
of my shabby spirit.

My soul cried to exhaustion.
My mind shivered into a thousand pieces.
My heart surrendered to obscurity.
A malady took over my body.

I was lost; felt lost,
for all the joy and hope.
Embosomed by a strong belief,
I fell into oblivion.

I found a way to preserve
my brightness and purity -
I died, dying over and over again,
until no piece of me was left.

I found a way to understanding
after I felt the grief and misery
of this world; after I felt
the muddle of the fellow creature.

I found a way to gentleness in
muddy minds and void hearts,
in hollow lives; in seclusion.
I found a way to see.

Now my mind is open, my heart
alive; my feeling is staunch.
I hear the wisdom of me.
I listen to words in the air.

I found a way to become me.
I stay in connection.
My eyes are the ether,
my strength - the death.

I exult in the might of my awareness.
Triumph over the imperfection of
my livery and tenuity, my flaws.
I found a way to leap upward.

Now I am here - calm, quite, because
I found a way to peace; at times
I lose my cool, but I am deep, because
I found a way to come to grasp with conditionality.