Blowing in the wind – Peter Paul and Mary

Check out Iggy’s song pick o’ the week! It’s the legendary Peter Paul and Mary performing Bob Dylan’s “Bowing In The Wind” It’s a classic and we’re using it to introduce our new series on time travel!

 

 

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… You would think my school grades would be better… Wouldn’t you?

 

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Source:   Blowing in the wind

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12-Year-Old Opera Singer-Amira Willighagen-18 June 2017

When Dutch opera singer and “Holland’s Got Talent” sixth season winner, Amira Willighagen, opens her mouth to sing you could hear a pin drop as the audience clings onto her every note. The incredible prodigy is so impressive that she even brings her co-star, Patrizio Franco Buanne, a Neapolitan-Austrian singer, to his knees!

In a video, Willighagen, who is 12 years old at the time of the concert, is seen wowing the crowd in South Africa with her duet of “O Sole Mio.” Since winning, “Holland’s Got Talent” when she was only 9 years old, the young star continues to impress. While Franco has been singing and sharing his vocal gift with the world for over two decades, Willighagen is not intimidated by his stellar resume in the least bit! [more ]

Source: Superstar Magazine

Peace, Peace, Peace | Frank Solanki

 

Peace, Peace, peace

I walked around with a gun in my hand

Looking for Peace

Please, please, please

Would someone show me Peace?

I met a boy and I asked him

If he had any Peace

He said, “I only have a little drum for a toy

I play it all the time

It helps the day pass away

But Peace? No, Sir. I haven’t heard of that toy

You might as well go ahead and ask some other boy”

I went ahead with a gun in my hand

Looking for Peace[ pacet et bene]

Source: Peace, Peace, Peace | Frank Solanki

The Outsider | Writings By Ender

WRITINGS BY ENDER

A Collection of Articles, Poems and Short Stories

Even the sweet peppermint and frothy eggnog of winter couldn’t wash away Derek’s bitter fall. It was disappointing the moment it started with a massive snowstorm. Derek despised snow; the way it impeded everyone’s life reminded him of nature’s cold indifference.

Derek took a walk around the block of his apartment building. He was smiling again, slightly, but still. Christmas might not have ditched the fall which was bitter and coarse like Turkish coffee, but the memories associated with it temporarily vanished in the holiday cheer. He walked along a sidewalk that ran parallel to the city park in which he usually relaxed. Today he wanted to walk passed it but stopped abruptly. Derek heard the distant echo from fall embodied by the sound of a trombone. He forced himself to listen, but straining made him taste the grit of coffee. It was then, as he was straining, that he recalled his disappointment.

He wanted to turn back immediately,

Source: The Outsider | Writings By Ender