Je connais des bateaux…

Un beau poème de Jacques Brel, interpretee par Mannick

Je connais des bateaux qui restent dans le port
De peur que les courants les entraînent trop fort,
Je connais des bateaux qui rouillent dans le port
A ne jamais risquer une voile au dehors.

Je connais des bateaux qui oublient de partir
Ils ont peur de la mer à force de vieillir,
Et les vagues, jamais, ne les ont séparés,
Leur voyage est fini avant de commencer.

Je connais des bateaux tellement enchaînés
Qu’ils en ont désappris comment se regarder,
Je connais des bateaux qui restent à clapoter
Pour être vraiment surs de ne pas se quitter.

Je connais des bateaux qui s’en vont deux par deux
Affronter le gros temps quand l’orage est sur eux,
Je connais des bateaux qui s’égratignent un peu
Sur les routes océanes où les mènent leurs jeux.

Je connais des bateaux qui n’ont jamais fini
De s’épouser encore chaque jour de leur vie,
Et qui ne craignent pas, parfois, de s’éloigner
L’un de l’autre un moment pour mieux se retrouver.

Je connais des bateaux qui reviennent au port
Labourés de partout mais plus graves et plus forts,
Je connais des bateaux étrangement pareils
Quand ils ont partagé des années de soleil.

Je connais des bateaux qui reviennent d’amour
Quand ils ont navigué jusqu’à leur dernier jour,
Sans jamais replier leurs ailes de géants
Parce qu’ils ont le cœur à taille d’océan.

Sow the seeds of a new culture

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“I do not know when, but I know that many have come in this century to develop arts and sciences, sow the seeds of a new culture that will flourish, unexpected, sudden, just when the power is deluded into believing they have won.” – Giordano Bruno

“Non so quando, ma so che in tanti siamo venuti in questo secolo per sviluppare arti e scienze, porre i semi della nuova cultura che fiorirà, inattesa, improvvisa, proprio quando il potere si illuderà di avere vinto” – Giordano Bruno

The “Expert”. Freaking funny, until…

… you realize how true it is, and how many times you – as consultant, trainer, coach – have fought against the same typical overpaid corporate idiots…

The Prince and the Magician

1bOnce upon a time there was a young prince, who believed in all things but three. He did not believe in princesses, he did not believe in islands, he did not believe in God. His father, the king, told him that such things did not exist. As there were no princesses or islands in his father’s domaines, and no sign of God, the young prince believed his father.

But then, one day, the prince ran away from his palace. He came to the next land. There, to his astonishment, from every coast he saw islands, and on these islands, strange and troubling creatures whom he dared not name. As he was searching for a boat, a man in full evening dress approached him along the shore.

“Are those real islands?” asked the young prince.
“Of course they are real islands,” said the man in evening dress.
“And those strange and troubling creatures?”
“They are all genuine and authentic princesses.”
“Then God also must exist!” cried the prince.
“I am God,” replied the man in full evening dress, with a bow.

The young prince returned home as quickly as he could.
“So you are back,” said his father, the king.
“I have seen islands, I have seen princesses, I have seen God,” said the prince reproachfully.
The king was unmoved.
“Neither real islands, nor real princesses, nor a real God, exist.”
“I saw them!”
“Tell me how God was dressed.”
“God was in full evening dress.”
“Were the sleeves of his coat rolled back?”
The prince remembered that they had been. The king smiled.
“That is the uniform of a magician. You have been deceived.”

At this, the prince returned to the next land, and went to the same shore, where once again he came upon the man in full evening dress.
“My father the king has told me who you are,” said the young prince indignantly. “You deceived me last time, but not again. Now I know that those are not real islands and real princesses, because you are a magician.”
The man on the shore smiled.
“It is you who are deceived, my boy. In your father’s kingdom there are many islands and many princesses. But you are under your father’s spell, so you cannot see them.”

The prince returned pensively home. When he saw his father, he looked him in the eyes.
“Father, is it true that you are not a real king, but only a magician?”
The king smiled, and rolled back his sleeves.
“Yes, my son, I am only a magician.”
“Then the man on the shore was God.”
“The man on the shore was another magician.”
“I must know the real truth, the truth beyond magic.”
“There is no truth beyond magic,” said the king.
The prince was full of sadness.
He said, “I will kill myself.”

The king by magic caused death to appear. Death stood in the door and beckoned to the prince. The prince shuddered. He remembered the beautiful but unreal islands and the unreal but beautiful princesses.
“Very well,” he said. “I can bear it.”
“You see, my son,” said the king, “you too now begin to be a magician.”

John Fowles, The Magus

Bruno Medicina plays Gershwin (a very old recording… 1990)

A nice souvenir from the past…

I know, it’s a crime to play the Rhapsody in blue with a “toy” piano, but let me explain the situation: it was a little concert for a private club, where I accompanied a soprano; it was ok, but at the end someone asked “Please play something for piano solo” and – for different reasons – I couldn’t refuse.
So, that is: a terrible instrument, terrible quality audio by today standards, terrible white socks (it was fashion….), terrible performance (it seems I was in a hurry),..
But I think it’s the only video I have of that time (it wasn’t so easy to have a video record of you…)
So, thank you to Roberto Quaglia, who did the shoot.

There is no prize out there

Kevin Spacey answers a students question about the ultimate prize.

“There is no prize out there. The only prize is this one [points to self], and what you feel, and what you want to accomplish… I mean, to want and to be ambitious, and to want to be successful is not enough. That’s just desire. To know what you want; to understand why you’re doing it; to dedicate every breath in your body, to achieve… If you feel you have something to give, if you feel your particular talent is worth developing, is worth caring for, then there’s nothing you can’t achieve. You’re going to grow up with your colleagues. You’re going to watch them have success and watch them have failure, and you’re going to watch how they deal with it. And they can be as much a teacher for you as anyone here, or anyone who’s privileged enough to come here and speak to you.”

A mind blowing view of Laniakea

Laniakea means ‘immeasurable heaven’ in Hawaiian.

A team based in Hawaii has come up with a new technique that maps the Universe according to the flow of galaxies across space. Redrawing the boundaries of the cosmic map, they redefine our home supercluster and name it Laniakea.

Grey life?

If all you see is gray, try moving the elephant
(Indian proverb)

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Why poor people fail

A wake up message from Jack Ma, Alibaba Group founder

“The worst people to serve are the poor people. Give them free, they think it’s a trap. Tell them it’s a small investment, they’ll say can’t earn much. Tell them to come in big, they’ll say no money. Tell them try new things, they’ll say no experience. Tell them it’s traditional business, they’ll say hard to do. Tell them it’s a new business model, they’ll say it’s MLM. Tell them to run a shop, they’ll say no freedom. Tell them run new business, they’ll say no expertise.They do have somethings in common: They love to ask google, listen to friends who are as hopeless as them, they think more than an university professor and do less than a blind man.

Just ask them, what can they do. They won’t be able to answer you. My conclusion: Instead of your heart beats faster, why not you just act faster a bit; instead of just thinking about it, why not do something about it. Poor people fail because on one common behaviour: Their Whole Life is About Waiting.” – Jack Ma, Founder and Executive Chairman of Alibaba Group

Happy New Year!

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“May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.” ― Neil Gaiman