Showing posts with label Warsaw. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Warsaw. Show all posts
Warsaw - Ben Heine Music
Ben Heine's music composition/production "Warsaw" is a tribute to the Polish capital, an important place for Ben. It is featuring Belgian saxophonist Stephane Pigeon. Ben recorded Stephane playing the saxophone in his studio, Ben played the other instruments and mixed them to obtain this electro jazzy touch. The clip was filmed in Warsaw by Fryderyk Sikorski. Watch the clip here above on YouTube and listen to the track here below on Soundcloud. Music Composition, production, recording, mastering and mixing: © Ben Heine 2016.
Recent Photos (Mix - June 2015 to January 2016)
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| Warsaw, photo by Ben Heine (more photos) |
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| Forest Melody, photo by Ben Heine (more photos) |
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| Tranquil, photo by Ben Heine (more photos) |
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| Theo, photo by Ben Heine (more photos) |
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| Horizon, photo by Ben Heine (more photos) |
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| Forest in Chevetogne, photo by Ben Heine (more photos) |
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| Han sur Lesse, photo by Ben Heine (more photos) |
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| The Sea, photo by Ben Heine (more photos) |
A picture I took near Warsaw in Poland some weeks ago.
(The above photo has been shot with the Samsung NX10,
provided by Samsung Electronics. Co., Ltd)
(The above photo has been shot with the Samsung NX10,
provided by Samsung Electronics. Co., Ltd)
Random Man in a
Random World
Random World
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.Random Man
By Peter S. Quinn
He is “just a random man”,
Doing whatever he always can,... See More
Making his random steps to somewhere.
Meaning what he always does,
Making a reason for his cause,
Everything in the world is his affair.
Random man please dance on,
Days are turning and years are gone,
Random man you are me and I'm you.
He has a dream that must come true,
It’s for the world to be all new,
Step by step in a noble peace.
Random man come and give,
Everything that you can live,
In your ideal world of love
That tomorrow must be full of.
Meaning what he always does,
Making a reason for his cause,
Everything in the world is his affair.
Random man please dance on,
Days are turning and years are gone,
Random man you are me and I'm you.
He “is just a random man”,
Doing whatever he always can,
Making his random steps to somewhere.
(Parody to the Beatles song, “Nowhere Man”)
By Peter S. Quinn
He is “just a random man”,
Doing whatever he always can,... See More
Making his random steps to somewhere.
Meaning what he always does,
Making a reason for his cause,
Everything in the world is his affair.
Random man please dance on,
Days are turning and years are gone,
Random man you are me and I'm you.
He has a dream that must come true,
It’s for the world to be all new,
Step by step in a noble peace.
Random man come and give,
Everything that you can live,
In your ideal world of love
That tomorrow must be full of.
Meaning what he always does,
Making a reason for his cause,
Everything in the world is his affair.
Random man please dance on,
Days are turning and years are gone,
Random man you are me and I'm you.
He “is just a random man”,
Doing whatever he always can,
Making his random steps to somewhere.
(Parody to the Beatles song, “Nowhere Man”)
Roman Pietrzak,
Polish Sculptor
Polish Sculptor
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© 2009 - Ben Heine .
I met Roman Pietrzak some time ago
in his studio near Warsaw, Poland.
This photo shows him next to one
of his most recent self portraits.
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Rhino Downtown
The Time Is Going
Somewhere
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
The time is going somewhere
But nowhere I'm still
The city lights from here to there
In every light bulb still
The hours are going by
One by one there're past
Heavy like clouds in sky
Or the roads with its dust
Everywhere you're going
Farther just than you were
Like the city lights flowing
Somewhere around or near
Letting go of dreams between
That nobody ever knows
So much is still there to be seen
In the sideways glows
Every time is going through
We are still just walking
So much there for to renew
After the stirring and talking
Ways to fill and be around
Where the days are down
Elsewhere a bit unlike found
In a different kind of a town
Somewhere
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
The time is going somewhere
But nowhere I'm still
The city lights from here to there
In every light bulb still
The hours are going by
One by one there're past
Heavy like clouds in sky
Or the roads with its dust
Everywhere you're going
Farther just than you were
Like the city lights flowing
Somewhere around or near
Letting go of dreams between
That nobody ever knows
So much is still there to be seen
In the sideways glows
Every time is going through
We are still just walking
So much there for to renew
After the stirring and talking
Ways to fill and be around
Where the days are down
Elsewhere a bit unlike found
In a different kind of a town
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Mart
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She Walks In Beauty
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
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She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
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One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
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And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
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O Mistress Mine
by William Shakespeare
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O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O, stay and hear; your true love's coming,
That can sing both high and low:
Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.
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What is love? 'Tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies not plenty;
Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.
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Source of the poems : Love Poetry
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