The love of a man to fish, can be felt so beautifully at this AMAZING Video, accompany with wonderful music. I enjoyed it.. I hope you too. Gustavo Bermúdez -Nano.
Enjoy the weekend!
The love of a man to fish, can be felt so beautifully at this AMAZING Video, accompany with wonderful music. I enjoyed it.. I hope you too. Gustavo Bermúdez -Nano.
Enjoy the weekend!
We view in internet many photos, artworks... Photos posted by the photographer himself/ herself. And it does not have to be a photographer... since almost everybody nowadays with the digital camera takes photos.
But then we also view MANY photos, that are posted, not by the photographer himself/herself... But those who collect photos from others, presentations... or simply by searching .
As an artist who view A LOT of photos and artworks during the years... I many times can recognize a specific photographer, artist, because of the uniqueness of the style.
Being an active artist, who view a lot... I not once wondered should I comment a photo, that was posted under a photographer's name, but was not taken by this photographer....
Are other people viewing it understand it ?...Just wondering.
YES, I know that some people simply transfer photos of others...
Good night from Israel.
I remember different days, when I could freely write a mail, to my friend, and my mail, was read only by my friend.
I miss those days, that I could share personal stories, or feelings, mine or my friends, with totally PRIVACY.
I miss those days, long time ago before the internet, when I had pen- pals from several countries, and we could send letters to each other... YES, It was long long time ago... I still have some memories saved.
But then, we are in 2013, when everyone has usually more then one e.mail address, and supposed to send and get mails SAFELY.
Should I go back to 40-50 years ago... WITHOUT THE INTERNET OR THE PHONE...
How is possible, I can't really write freely, as I used to... (?)...
Or should I write and ignore the facts, and let the all world read in my mails, or hear my feelings over the phone..................
Yes, I remember and will never forget, some moments...
Is it a chance I'll get my privacy back, or was it given to the world, without my permission...
UNTIL WHEN?
OH.... HO....!! I miss the days, I had privacy, when I could write a mail, and my mail would be read only to the one it was intended to...
I miss phone calls, and sharing friends, without the whole world hear me...First without my knowlegde.. and then with my knowledge..
Did I allowed it ???
WHO ALLOWED IT?
WHY?
If you consider yourself my friend, will you let me know, what you think I should ?...
OH... I miss days of freedom of PRIVACY.
Did I allow you in my personal life???
WHO DID..?
And if by chance my privacy will be given for me again,
Will I be able to believe, that my privacy is safe, and I could share with a good friend, my real feelings.
It is about TIME, to put an END, To too long UNFAIR, Humiliated situation, of invading, my privacy.
This is just a short note to all those read it...
Think, would you like to be in my chair, when others are staring at you, while you are at the computer, without your permission... ???
With you like your private phone calls with loved ones will be heard... ?
YEARS....
Who will be brave, to tell, who would be brave to put an end...
?
HOW, DO YOU FEEL, if you were in my position?..
When I can't send professional mails... when there are spies......
YES, Perhaps it would be better to go back, to times before internet. When a letter was send by mail, and arrived safely to address of a friend.
I thought to post this... or something similar, not once in the last.... how long... ?
And perhaps I will at my portfolio,
When we visit the Zoo, we never ask ourselves how do the animals feel, taking their photos. Or would they really like us to visit. We simply visit and enjoy visiting the animals, without asking for their feelings.
Those who peep, or watch me in my private life, think how I feel, if I allow... Or if my family allow.
This is not a ZOO, here... Animals have feelings, and I have much more.
Someone MUST put an end, to this "COMEDY" (to some)...
It seems some of who used to be good friends, inspired to post by their peeping. Which I see as even more insulting to my intelligence (I SEE YOU)
OH.. I used to send and get long e.mail, and I will never forget...
And now, every mail that I send or receive is read by, how many of you, peepers ???...
How do you think I feel ?...
OH YES, There was and sometimes is a program in T.V, that I don't see. A REALITY...
" The big House", where group of people live for a while, and are being photographed etc...
I don't remember myself volunteering to be part of it, and will never be part of it.
BUT, Those who maybe enjoy "REALITY" program in T.V, force my privacy, to be one.
How do you think, I feel deep down inside of me ???...
Does someone really care??
BIG ONES, AS SMALL ONES... It's about time to put an end to this comedy... and start respect my privacy.
OH.... Just by the way, comments here are welcome... perhaps a solution will come.
The fact, that the truth is prevented from me until now, is the opposite of friendship in this case.
WHO WILL BE THE BRAVE ONE, AND WILL STOP THIS "COMEDY" call peeping to my privacy life...(?)
And it doesn't matter, if you are a member of this site and another site...
GOOD NIGHT!
A concern. Wrote Yehonatan Geffen. Composer, Matti Caspi. Sing Riki Gal & Matti Caspi
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At the end of the desert sky
There is a place full of wild flowers away
Poor little place and crazy
Place far away to worry about
They say what will happen
And think about what had happened
God sits there and see
And keeps all this stuff
Not pick the flowers of the garden
Not pick the flowers of the garden
And cares, and cares very
At the end of the desert sky
There is a place full of wild flowers away
Poor little place and crazy
Place far away to worry about
They say what will happen
And think about what had happened
God sits there and see
And keeps all this stuff
Not pick the flowers of the garden
Not pick the flowers of the garden
And cares, and cares very
"OD ME'AT NAHAFOCH LESHIR" - Soon will be a song
A project of "GALATS" (radio station of tsahal). Words written by fallen soldiers, become songs after their death.
The video is about Nadav Kudinski, who fall with his dog, Diablo, by demolition charge . Nadav was 20 years old in his death. He was a musician as teenager, already had a band.. wrote lyrics & music. LOVE ROCK.
Nadav served with his dog, Diablo, in a special unit, "OKETS".
Photos and video since his childhood. Just before he join the army, he traveled to Greece... There, his words with humor as if predicted his death.
At the video, his parents and sister can be seen.
A ceremony for dogs of the army, in a cemetery for dogs, begin the video.
Shlomi Saranga, wrote music and sing the words of Nadav z"l." Black sky"
... Black sky, White fairy....
In his memory, of Nadav & his dog Diablo. May their memory be blessed.
"Since I talk about him, I REMEMBER... " - Yermiyahu (Title)
Memorial Day of War and Terror victims in Israel.
Starts this evening with siren at 8:00 P.M, When ceremonies start.
Tomorrow morning ceremonies at all cemeteries. ( I'll be there ). Again siren will be heard at 11:00 A.M.
IN THEIR MEMORY.. YEHE ZICHRAM BARUCH... - Their memory will be blessed.
Thanks for visiting and commenting.
With Prayers for PEACE
Copyrights (c) Nira Dabush.
