Making melody in our hearts...

Here we are, a month since the last blog, sorry I'm not more like our good friend Patruchio with his verve of madness and emotion, who keeps writing like a very inspired writer regularly, anyway, here I am, and it's been a good week.
Ciao a tutti! E da un pezzo che non scrivo, ma non disperate, sono vivo e vegeto, nella mia pazza vita studentesca, che quest'anno mi entusiasma piu che mai! Quando avro finito gli studi, forse scrivero piu spesso, anzi regolarmente, sarebbe favoloso riuscire in quanto scrittore!!! Comunque...

Three nights ago, a night of excitement and new things happened, gathering people from all places and backgrounds to an event of special nature: an Open Stage performance night.
Arriving in this mystical yet cozy place, fairies flying around giving light to the stage and a colourful banner acknowleging the event, My companion and I saw our journey halt as we walked in. Actors doing a short play, a young girl one of the main actors, daughter of a great man and woman of God! Our friends from different places had been brought to this place and joined in our celebration.
The evening proceeded to be one of joy, excitement and laughter as each act went on. There was music, poetry, even the stupefying tunes of a beatboxer from the town of Londinium "Pum Pum Csh! Pum P-Pum Csh Wicky!", quite amazing!
The francophonic connection brought a great performance, a Genevoise singing and playing guitar with a Valencienne backing vocals, singing a song I had not heard before and loved!!!
A young economist was on and off, backing singers with his guitar and singing his own song too!
A heavenly creature in disguise eventually visited to give an idyllic singing performance, while a silent interpreter beautifully signed it.
We were not the only strangers, all were foreigners, all were friends. Companies of men like ours went forth to sing and strum. A wandering big dark man with a powerful voice brought to life two memorably powerful songs.
Two fantastic choirs gave brilliant and note perfect performances.
All the way through, people were bringing their poetic skills to the ears of the spectators:
There was a bizarre but comic Dutch extravaganza, where this young gentleman, like the majority of people who are not from Britannia noted how astonishing it is to see the British, a people so strangely wired (obviously, not half as strangely as the Latin) , line up in a polite queue everywhere he went! He also brought a poem about soap-operas and the bubbles ensuing from old ladies' mouths as they talk about them! Not all understood this gentleman, but I respected him for his light-hearted humour and his courage in walking upstage in a potentially hostile place, expressing his humble views, in a humble way...
We had romantic poems, dramatic poems, mythologic ones too! What a night to remember!
People who had never performed before were given the strength to step up and sing their hearts out without being put down, rather being encouraged by all. The Lord truly had His Hand over this night!
A young lady from across the sea sang her songs with a gentle and sweet sound coming from her lips, another brought her songs forth with determination and professionality.
Andrew from the clan McPoo, renown for his curious yet virtuous ideas and writings rendered the written accounts of an angry watermelon and with the help of our company and other fellows, splattered the same watermelon across the floor, having everyone in fits of laughter!
When our turn came to play, we just abandoned ourselves to the flow of the music, making melody in our hearts, singing of our Lord and Saviour and heart, my comrade's strings ringing across the room as if carried by a warm wind, vibrating into listener's nerves and ears and I, singing, being transported to louder and higher notes, passion increasing, waves of the Spirit touching us inspiring us as we went and touching the spectators...!

The place was left empty at the end of this celebration of gifts, fairies scattering, awaiting the next time they would guide these wanderers to a place where they can share their words and music with kindred spirits...

(Remembering the CPAS Open Mic night, Monday 22 November 2004, Mungo's bar, thanks so much, we were so blessed by it!)

The Name of God

I AM WHO I AM! That is his name, "Before Abraham was, I AM!".

God is pretty clear when he speaks, yup! He will not let his people doubt him. He has made promises and he chooses to fulfil them to bring glory to himself. He chooses to tie himself down to demonstrate his perfection and his awesomeness and to come out more glorious out of every situation. His names are elements of his character and each one is fundamentally and infinitely true about him.
God is infinite, therefore we cannot take "infinite" out of any attribute of God's. Because of that it is also impossible to understand and know God fully as we are here, since we are finite beings, unlike him.
God is eternal. That means He lives outside of time, there was never a time when God was not and there will never be a moment when God will cease to be! He is not subject to time, He has no age, He sees time as a whole thing, but He chooses to act within time, for his own glory. How awesome will it be when time ends and Jesus will come down form heaven and judge the living and the dead!
God is omnipresent, omniscient and omnipotent, which means, everywhere, all-knowing and all-powerful. Yet, He cannot do anything, because He cannot act outside of His perfection.
In the names which are God's in the Bible is contained His infinite character...

Yahweh is His name. That is what "I AM WHO I AM" means.
The names given Him are the following:
Yahweh Jireh = The Lord will Provide
Yahweh Rapha = The Lord heals
Yahweh Nissi = The Lord is my Banner
Yahweh Shalom = The Lord is Peace
Yahweh Tsidikeinu = The Lord is our Righteousness

And he is infinitely all of those!...

Once upon a time, there was a poet in a Cafe...

It's funny how things happen in life, like how you get accepted to a specific university and it just changes your life to go there, or how you notice an unusual extra nice flavour in your mocha in the morning in Mungo's bar, maybe because the girl serving you likes you (that's what you'd like to think) or maybe just because inadvertedly she put an extra dose of chocolate, or you woke up with your taste buds particularly active.
It's also funny, when something which lies deep inside of you is awoken and shaken by something that changes in the air...
It doesn't happen only once in your lifetime, though it can be a rare thing, but the one time I want to tell of happened to me in May of this year (2004), when I was just enjoying my cappuccino on the first floor of Nero's in the High Street of Canterbury (I'm certain, this town has something special about it!!!) , reading some book, probably studying really hard (oh yeah...!*) ; then a girl walks in, nothing in particular that catches my attention, she sits on the other side of the room, I keep doing whatever I'm doing, suddenly I look up and, ah! There is something special about this girl, probably the same thing that is in every woman, the thing that can just charm a man and change his perspective in a fraction of a second/eternity (sorry if I do that, I just thought of something that sounds and looks good). And I start writing; this is what I saw...

Cafe Nero, Canterbury, 25/05/2004

Girl in the Cafe

On your own, twiddling your finger
through your thick dark curly hair
Absent-mindedly looking out of the window
into this sunny day, where below us
people walk along the main street.
It feels like on this busy day in town,
God's eyes just homed onto your pretty face,
for when I turned to look at you,
it caught my attention like some great painting
by some great artist, in a museum.

Je me demande a quoi tu pensais en attendant tes amies,
mais meme si ce n'etait a rien, tes yeux intenses
semblaient concentres sur quelquechose captivant,
comme le ciel ensoleille, reflete dans la profondeur de tes yeux.
Et quand ta compagnie te joignit et tu commencas a causer en anglais,
ton joli accent francais me fit sourire et fremir.
Meme quand tu te ronges les ongles je trouve cela attrayant,
tu es tellement naturelle mais tellement speciale!
Ta chemise foncee a manches larges te definit
comme la couleur et forme de petales definissent une fleur,
t'es un peu "hippie" et "alternative", n'est-ce pas?
En ecrivant ceci, je pense a combien j'aimerais
te passer discretement de melange confus d'idees
(j'ai peu de temps mais chaque chose que tu fais m'inspire),
mais je n'en aurais jamais le courage.
Donc, tu sors du cafe et de ma vue, mais je suis heureux
d'avoir ecrit ce portrait, car j'ai pu t'apprecier
plus que beaucoup d'autres hommes qui t'ont connue!


The first verse is the picture I saw, then I kept being inspired, couldn't stop writing, sorry for those monolinguists, I'll translate the rest when I publish it! Or you can just ask me for it in English if you want it! All my poems are in working progress, I just brought changes to this one as I was typing, when I read them I often see more potential in them! The point is, that in that moment, the poet inside of me took power, for a moment and I was transported into this flow of words and ideas. So whatever it is inside of you, don't repress it, don't be afraid of criticism, don't be ashamed, you will have tried, while those who criticise will just have air, their hearts are made of stone. Have a good experience; it's funny... (sigh)





Thanks Liam, Dodge and Tom.



(Je pourrais en faire une oeuvre pointilliste, on dirait un Van Gogh!)

Questo e il giorno che...

C'est un de ces jours ou je me sens plein de vie! Voila une couleur appropriee! Quelle joie de se reveiller le matin avec le soleil qui vous caresse le visage, de bien se lever, d'etre en forme, apres avoir passe un bon week-end, surtout hier soir, quand on a eu un preche sur le sujet "Le Dieu Guerrier"!!! It's one of those days where I'm so smooth I can't believe it! Non mi sfugge niente! Individuo tutte le persone intorno a me, vedo la situazione nella quale mi trovo, ho i miei occhiali da sole, quindi sono extra-pericoloso, e sono completamente a mio agio nei miei movimenti e nel paesaggio in cui mi trovo; salto su un palo, salgo le scale, non perdo mai l'equilibrio! All my movements are graceful and energy is going up and down me, flowing through me like electricity, I need to unleash it!
Tout ceci ne semble pas tres interessant ni comprehensible pour vous qui lisez et qui ne parlez qu'une langue des trois qui sont utilisees ici, I hope you don't think I'm writing about how great I am, I just feel good today! Aujourd'hui je suis beni avec la vitalite et la joie qui vient en connaissant Dieu et etant remplis par le Saint-Esprit! Che privilegio! Il Signore ha la sua mano sopra di me e la Spirito Santo si e scaricato su di me!
It's great to know that it's not based on me that God is committed to me, but based on himself, that for His own Glory, God is blessing me and constantly saving me!

What a great time to be alive!
Che splendido giorno e questo, sono vivo!
Je vibre de vie, quelle journee!

Foglie D'Autunno

Autumn has definitely arrived. The leaves are changing colour here on campus. This can be the period where campus appears at its most beautiful in the whole year, with all sorts of colours which can strike emotional chords inside of you, from the bright red to the Old looking grey-greenish and in between, shining yellow and green, the leaves which are in some stage of fade, there nothing quite like it! You should be here on campus, these trees take your attention from the ugly buildings of the university, they adorn them changing them from depressing to life-bringing! Walking through the Arcade which is between the Banks and the Library is a regenerating experience indeed! There is a spiritual breath of fresh air that comes along with the physical breath of spiking fresh air (I know that's not a real word, but it gives you the idea of what I mean, it's a poetic figure of style, ask Andrew McPoo Milne about it!). It's like - and actually is - being in a special place in nature, in a specific part of it's polydimensional existence, affected by the changes God brings onto it throughout passing time.
I don't know about you, but I am deeply affected by creation, I am really in awe of God's work that is nature, it really carries with it a sort of intimacy with myself and God, because when I'm on my own I can just spend the time to reflect about it and be silent and resting in it, while it is hard to find people who can just be comfortable with being in touch with it and be quiet, they always have to talk even if it is to say nothing. There's something powerful about just staring at the stars and the infinity of the universe. I think it would be so great to find another person to do that with, just being in the presence of creation with an equal who understands and humbles him or herself too...
The sun sets are great too at the moment, because they break onto the same trees creating new colours and an atmosphere of warmth in the freshness of autumn...

Pour les francophones...

Yo, c'est Joseph! Ceci est l'introduction de mon site blog! On va un peu varier, voila! C'est bien marrant utiliser ce truc, je crois pas qu'il y a beaucoup de gens qui vont le regarder, mais bon. Ca va etre utile pour moi, pour m'encourager a m'exprimer encore plus par ecrit, qui est un art tellement unique! Depuis que je suis a l'universite j'ai reappris a penser, rever, m'exprimer, quelquechose que le Lycee m'a presque fait perdre. Depuis, je fais de la musique, j'ecris des "choses" un peu confuses, mais qui viennent de mon coeur et de mon cerveau fou. J'aime ecrire d'une maniere qui prend les lecteurs, peut-etre que je vais mettre quelques trucs sur le site, mais vous foutez pas de moi, plutot, des conseils seront apprecies! Je veux vous encourager a utiliser les dons que vous avez pour liberer vos passions et votre expressivite, qui peuvent etre tellement inhibees par la culture d'aujourd'hui, la societe et meme vos parents! Utilisez-les et decouvrez l'artiste qui est en vous, le poete, le(/a) musicien(ne) (je ne suis pas sexiste), toutes les choses dont vous etes capables! Bonne Continuation, j'espere que vous serez un peu plus au courant de ce que je fais grace a ce systeme aussi!
Joseph

L'arte di Gughi

Salve, eccomi qua! Parlare di me stesso e un difetto che ho, cerco a volte di rivolgere la conversazione su altre persone, ma mi riesce male, e faccio molte gaffes. Parlo a vanvera a volte, ma solo raramente, come adesso, che non so cosa scrivere pero voglio scrivere in Italiano altrimenti mio padre mi accusa di essermi distaccato dall'Italia, mentre non e cosi, perche il mio cuore non lo capisce nessuno! E frustrante il fatto che su questa tastiera non ci siano gli accenti, perche io riguardo lo scrivere come un'arte, purtroppo nel periodo storico nel quale ci troviamo, sono in pochi a dare questo valore alla parola scritta! Divertente, non avevo previsto di scrivere questo per niente, ma poi Dio puo prendere i miei pensieri confusi e portarli ad un fine concreto e ordinato, anche in cio che scrivo. Immagino che scrivere quindi sia la mia arte, anche se la pratico poco, e anche se ci sono altre cose che mi fanno palpitare il cuore, basta vedere sulla lista che c'e nel mio profilo. Insomma, do il benvenuto a tutti quelli che ho invitato in questo angolo di realta virtuale, spero che vi ci troviate bene, e che non siate troppo scioccati da cio che vedete e leggete.
Gughi

Prima Scrittura

Hello, it's Joey. I'm going to be writing in here whatever I feel like, and in whatever language I feel like, so don't be freaked out if there's not only English, or I don't always sign Joey. Still not sure what exactly I'm going to do with this, but I hope it helps my expressiveness to come out even more. If you are reading this, then you're probably one of the people for whom I have a lot of respect and I value your comments! I am happy with life at the moment, God is good; He is and I trust in Him for my life, since I know He has a purpose for me here. That is definitely an adventure, and I'm living it!
Joey

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