the right path.

"Out of order, I’ll show you out of order. You don’t know what out of order is, Mr. Trask. I’d show you but I’m too old, I’m too tired, I’m too fuckin’ blind. If I were the man I was five years ago I’d take a flame-thrower to this place. Out of order, who the hell do you think you’re talking to? I’ve been around, you know? There was a time I could see. And I have seen, boys like these, younger than these, their arms torn out, their legs ripped off. But there is nothin’ like the sight of an amputated spirit, there is no prosthetic for that. You think you’re merely sending this splendid foot soldier back home to Oregon with his tail between his legs, but I say you are executing his soul. And why? Because he’s not a Baird man. Baird men, you hurt this boy, you’re going to be Baird bums, the lot of ya. And Harry, Jimmy, Trent, wherever you are out there, fuck you too. I’m not finished. Now as I came in here, I heard those words, cradle of leadership. Well, when the bough breaks, the cradle will fall. And it has fallen here, it has fallen. Makers of men, creators of leaders, be careful what kind of leaders you’re producing here. I don’t know if Charlie’s silence here today is right or wrong; I’m not a judge or jury. But I can tell you this, he won’t sell anybody out to buy his future. And that my friends is called integrity, that’s called courage. Now that’s the stuff leaders should be made of. Now I have come to the crossroads in my life. I always knew what the right path was. Without exception, I knew. But I never took it, you know why? It was too damn hard. Now here’s Charlie, he’s come to the crossroads. He has chosen a path, it’s the right path. It’s a path made of principle that leads to character. Let him continue on his journey. You hold this boy’s future in your hands, committee. It’s a valuable future. Believe me. Don’t destroy, protect it, embrace it. It’s gonna make you proud one day. I promise you."

show me the place.

arată-mi locul
în care sclavul tău să stea,
arată-mi locul,
am uitat unde era...
arată-mi locul,
fruntea-mi se-ndreaptă spre podea,
arată-mi locul
în care sclavul tău să stea.

arată-mi locul,
dă-mi forță piatra s-o împing.
arată-mi locul,
de unul singur nu pot să o-nving.
arată-mi locul
unde cuvântul s-a făcut bărbat
arată-mi locul
în care suferința s-a-ntrupat.

a început sfârșitul,
salvat-am tot ce s-a putut,
o dungă de lumină,
un fir de praf, un val abia născut;
dar erau lanțuri
și n-am știut să fiu cel brav.
înconjurat de lanțuri,
te-am adorat precum un sclav.

încercare de traducere a textului original în limba engleză al lui Leonard Cohen.

foolin' around

she'll take you and break you. 
well, what if she does not take you? seriously, for granted. or at all. what would you have to say about that, Freddie?