Vanishing Point

Self-Potrait 001 by © Yelling Rosa

People break into me,
Fill the corridors of my mind with their stuff.
They throw objects upside down.
I blunder in my thoughts.
The connection to my soul breaks.
The core runs in the forest,
Is all alone and miserable.
I scream.
My spirit doesn’t hear.
The chatter of the crowd eats my voice.
I am in the social circuit.
I shun arguing.
I vanish.
© Yelling Rosa

Self-Potrait 002 by © Yelling Rosa

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Paucalism

Please read this with love …

Because less than 2 percent of the population gain mostly all the profits of the world, and they dictate the rules how this world is led, it is not accurate to speak about globalism. Fewbalism would be a good word but it is not logical alternative because the globalism word is derived from the Latin word globus and the word few comes from the English languages. The Latin equivalent is paucus.

Globus means ‘ball, sphere, (mil) troop; it also means mass, crowd’

Paucus means ‘few, little; the selected few’ both according to Collins Latin Concise Dictionary as well other dictionaries.

Don’t let yourself be misled. The future of the world is not a party political issue. It is a question of the existence of the whole humankind. If this rumba keeps on going on there will be very little to share. All the confusion around us is related to the unfair deal on the economy and resources on earth. And don’t point out those who are saying that own homeland is best place for any human being to live by calling them racists. People don’t leave their homes because they want to do it but because they are forced in the ropes, and they prefer even the crossing the Mediterranean in the row boat to staying at home.

The paucalism must be changed to the real globalism where people are able to have influence on what is going on in this world. At the moment the most of the politicians are puppets who serve only the most richest person in the world. I don’t believe that they (politicians) are doing this because of evilness but they are lost in the liberalism as well as the rich. The economical liberalism is invented at the time when there weren’t so much people in the world as today and the consumption didn’t run amok without speaking the technical revolutions which started in the 19th century and the greenhouse effect.

If you agree anything with this post, please keep on sending the picture below. You don’t need to even use this slogan card but you are allowed to do your own. The idea is the most important point here: to open the eyes to see where we are going at the moment, and to realize that old ideologies are not the case. Every now and then in the history the Populus has been forced to take more responsibilities and this is one of those epochs.

Paucus © Yelling Rosa 2017

Read more about the issue at:
https://www.theguardian.com/business/2016/jan/18/richest-62-billionaires-wealthy-half-world-population-combined

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Mi padre era un gitano

Mi padre era un gitano en el pueblo.
A la edad de dieciséis años abandonó su hogar.
Cambió su sangre roja  para el traje de negocios
Del hombre blanco.
Mi hermana llora su corazón.
No se le permite bailar
El flamenco,
Intenso latido
de Vagabundos.
Mi guitarra está ardiendo en el fuego
Y las hojas de música están mojadas.
© Yelling Rosa
16/6 -17

Mi Patre Era un Tsigano © Yelling Rosa 2017
Mi Padre by © Yelling Rosa 2017

My Father Was a Gypsy

My father was a gypsy in the village.
At the age of sixteen he left his home.
He exchanged his red blood
for the white man’s business suit.
My sister cries her heart out.
She isn’t allowed to dance
the flamenco,
intense beat
Of vagabonds.
My guitar is burning in the fire
And music sheets are wet.
© Yelling Rosa
16/6 –17

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Fly in the Sky

Spread your arms and
Fly in the sky
Of the wonders.
You can do it;
It’s a plot of
The wings.
© Yelling Rosa
31/5 –17

Vola nel cielo

Sviluppa le tue braccia e
Vola nel cielo
Delle meraviglie.
Puoi farlo;
É l’intrigo delle
Ali.
© Yelling Rosa
31/5-17

Lightener

Happy Landings by © Yelling Rosa 02 
This fellow was mad about landing on the top of the spruces. They simple swayed it to the Seventh Heaven.

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Ancient Are the Sorrows in the World

Ancient are the sorrows in the world
But new experiences to every soul
Thus we need to give them
Our understanding.
© Yelling Rosa
30/3 -17

Meditating 2012 © Yelling Rosa
Meditating 2012 © Yelling Rosa

Ikivanhat ovat surut maailman

Ikivanhat ovat surut maailman,
mutta jokaiselle uusia.
Sen tähden suruihin ihmisen
On meidän annettava
Ymmärrys.
© Yelling Rosa
30/3 –17

Ancian son le miserias del mundo

Ancian son le miserias del mundo
sed nove a cata homine.
Igitur al dolos del totos
nos debe dar
intendimento.
Yelling Rosa
© 30/3 –17
Corrector de provas:
Marcrus Scriptor

Interlingua

English

Finnish

Ancian

Ancient

Ikivanha

Son

Are

Ovat

Le

The

Ei artikkeleita suomen kielessä

Miseria

Misery

Kurjuus, surkeus, tuska

Del => de + le

Of the

Tässä: genetiivi, -n,
maailman

Mundo

World

Maailma

Sed

But

Mutta

Nove

New

Uusi

A

To

Tässä: allatiivi -lle,
jokaiselle

Cata

Each

Jokainen

Homine

Man (1. human being;
2. adult male person)

Ihminen

Igitur

Then, therefore, thereupon

Sen tähden, siksi

Al => a + le

To/at the

Ei artikkeleita suomen kielessä

Dolo

Grief, sorrow

Suru, murhe

De => de + le

Of the

Tässä: genetiivi/akkusatiivi -n;
suruihi
n(akk) ihmisen(gen)

Toto

All, everything

Kaikki

Nos

We

Me

Deber

To have to, be supposed to

Pitää

Dar

To give,

Antaa

Intendimento

Understanding (=ability to understand)

Ymmärrys

Note:
Tässä = in this connection
Ei artikkeleita suomen kielessä = There are no articles in Finnish

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Happy First of May 2017

Hauskaa Vappua 2017 © Yelling Rosa

Happy First of May!
Hauskaa Vappua!
Glad Valborg!
YR
PS I took this picture on 28 April 2017
somewhere in Lapland.

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The Firing Line

The Firing Line 6.4.17 © Yelling Rosa

I don’t know where to go now
When the world is making faces to me.
I can’t hide from that where I live.
In the middle of the firing line I fume
Like a gunpowder echoing wounds
To my own beating heart.
© Yelling Rosa
6/4 –17

PS If you are interested in Latin, browse my Latin-English example phrases at:
http://www.yellingrosa.com/Latin FlipBook by Yelling Rosa/

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The Better Place of the Silent Souls

Now I am a peculiar man who is left alone in the prison of madness.
I am a poet who has no strength to write normal text behind the bars
in order to get a few seconds acceptance from some reader
who never come to see me where I am kept.
I am a man who has been silenced to invisible
who is thinking of what to do with the physical
dust hut.

The odd call is talking to me about the better place of the silent souls
where I don’t have to be ashamed of myself or defend my existence.
I have urgent to gather what is left and fly high away.
Is that a sin or the end of people’s stabbing
the poor man’s back full of holes so that life
was able to turn into gas
that escapes from
the broken vessel?
© Yelling Rosa
21/3 –17

The bicycle 16.3.17 by © Yelling Rosa

Il posto migliore delle anime silenziose

Ora sono un uomo singolare che è lasciato solo nel carcere di follia.
Io sono un poeta che non ha la forza di scrivere il testo normale dietro le sbarre
al fine di ottenere alcuni secondi accettazione da qualche lettore
che non ha mai venuto a trovarmi dove sono mantenute.
Io sono un uomo che è stato messo a tacere da invisibile
che sta pensando a cosa fare con il fisico
capanna di polvere.

La chiamata dispari sta parlando con me circa il posto migliore delle anime silenziose
dove io non devo vergognarmi di me stesso o difendere la mia esistenza.
Urgente Ho raccogliere ciò che resta e volare alto via.
È un peccato o alla fine di accoltellamento di altre persone
schiena del povero pieno di fori in modo che la vita
sono stati in grado di trasformare in gas
che sfugge da
il vaso rotto.
© Yelling Rosa
21/3 –17

Note:  This verse is hypothetical.
The verses might have some errors because I didn’t have energy for proofreading.

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I Was Forced to

01 The Wall Clock 2017 by © Yelling Rosa

“Johanna, could I ask you something”?
“Sure”.
“Why is it that all women are going in bed with Matthew? I don’t see anything special on him”.
“Just because of that. You can’t fall in love while you are at university. It would disturb the studies”.
“Pretty cruel, I might say”.
“Practical, I would defend”.
“All right, we can leave this behind us now. Unless, I’m also one of those one time commodities.”
She smiled and didn’t reply anything. I kind of like it even I wasn’t in the mood for having sex. Perhaps it would be bad for lessons.

“Well, I am now ready to drive you back to the university. We have an early call tomorrow morning”.
Despite my saying this she didn’t move the finger to get ready for going to quarters but begged me to tell more about those rock concerts I have visited in my early days. Of course it was strange to sit with someone at the table who actually has seen Jimi Hendrix alive without mention the others, less sensational. I had already told her how he played with flames on his guitar body but she didn’t mind to recall it again. I knew it was a plot in order to make me too tired for taking her back to institution and I played my part as I was supposed to, up till the moment she said:
“Let’s go to sleep”.
“All right” but it will be just for sleep”.
“I don’t know about that, man, our time at university is almost done. Or do you see it otherwise”.

Next evening Matthew came from one of his bed traveling adventures and he was filled with the urgent to tell me with whom he had slept this time. I guess that he took my silence as a sign of storytelling session. He was forced to do it, as usual, when the girl had taken off her jumper. According to him there was no exit after that maneuver.
“Matt, dying is the only thing we are forced to accomplish, of course after we have born. I met one flickering stranger last summer on the shore. She had smiled me before that moment on my regular jogging path for days. Now she came to sit with me on the park bench. She started to tell me her story, how she misses her husband who has been at sea and would be there still a couple of months.
“I don’t know why but my nipples are hard”, she said and looked at her breasts. Usually anything like this happens to me when I am sitting with a man except for my darling, of course”.
“I am sure that the yearning for your husband made you excited, or is it this chilly weather. No, no, it must be your man who makes your body on fire. It is good to see a faithful wife among us in these uncertain and rootless times”, I replied even her nipples stuck out like two erected fingers under her T-shirt. Then I underlined how I sensed the disappointment on her face but I wasn’t forced to touch her bosom or any other body parts.

I kept on telling him that Johanna was with me last night and we liked to have some sex but the condoms had vanished in the air.
“How this is possible Matthew? Have you rummaged my desk”?
“Definitely not, I just was once here in your room when you opened the drawer and I was forced to see the condoms. Then a couple days ago one girl was here” …
“And she took off some of her item of clothing, perhaps all of them”, I put in.
“Exactly, he said relieved and the reddish shame on his face got lighter but he couldn’t go on from the embarrassment. In the end it was he who stole those rubber things. After having him in pain a sufficient period of time I said: “And you were forced to take my condoms”. 
“Yes”, he said.
“Matt, but you weren’t forced to spare even one of those twelve condoms to your roommate”.
“Sorry Larry. I should have slowed down but you know how it is”.
“My name is not Larry”.
“I know, I know but it just rhymes like a disease”.
“I see”.
© Yelling Rosa
5/3 -17

 

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Free Valentine’s Card 2017

 

002a Happy Valentine's Day 2017 by © Yelling Rosa

If you wish to add your own wishes, please use the card where is no text.
Only for private use!

005a Bon San Valentino 2017 by © Yelling Rosa

Se si desidera aggiungere i propri desideri, si prega di utilizzare la scheda in cui nessun testo.
Solo per uso privato!

007a ¡Feliz día de San Valentín! 2017 by © Yelling Rosa

Si desea agregar sus deseos, por favor utilice la tarjeta postal en la que no hay texto.
Sólo para uso privado!

003b Hyvää Ystävänpäivää 2017 by © Yelling Rosa

From me to You:

Happy Valentine’s day 2017!

YR

PS. This Card in Russian at:
http://yellingrosa.blogspot.fi/2017/02/2017.html

And in Finnish at:
https://yrosa.wordpress.com/

My Valentine’s Song at:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SzHmtdSUmJY

A Little Tip for getting the singular forms of “you” in Google Translator.

Tip for having the singular in the Google Translator 01 
You can use and share this picture in learning purposes.

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The Blue Forest

 Sininen metsä 01 © Yelling Rosa

The Blue Forest E004 © Yelling Rosa

The Blue Forest

The Blue forest examined me.
Did he saw a member of his family?
Undoubtedly, because he sent me
A flock of purple birds.
I didn’t ask where
The soul of the
Woodland
Edges.
© Yelling Rosa
11/1 -17

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He Talks to You

When the world
Turn its back on you
You’ll see the Lord in the sky.
Being alone isn’t the punishment
But the precious proof of uniqueness
Which the Creator doesn’t reject.
When your day grows dark
He talks to you like
The shining stars
In the night.
© Yelling Rosa
3/1 -17

Hän tuikkii sinulle

Kun maailma
kääntää selkänsä sinulle,
näet taivaalla kasvot Jumalan.
Ei ole rangaistusta yksinolevaisuus
vaan todistus ainutkertaisuudesta.
Kun päiväsi pimenee, hän tuikkii
sielussasi kuin tähdet öisen
ikuisuuden.
© Yelling Rosa
3/1 –16

My Videos in English

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Река переносит время

02 Tonio River 007 

Река переносит время только в глазах людей.
©Yelling Rosa
27/12 –16

02 Tonio River 00 SelfPortrait 

Joki kuljettaa historiaa vain ihmisten mielissä.
©Yelling Rosa
27/12 –16

02 Tonio River 03 

The river carries time only in the eyes of the people.
©Yelling Rosa
27/12 –16

Word Table

I did the sentence analysis with the help of online parser, Grammatica (see the picture below). If you are interested in getting to know Grammatica, you can use it free one week. You find it at: http://online.grammatica.eu/ 
The responsibility for any remaining mistakes or misjudgments is, of course, my own. With that in mind, any comments or further corrections will be gratefully received by me.

Grammatica

If you are interested in knowing more about the Russian language, Eugenia Nekrasova has written a very good online book “A Basic Modern Russian Grammar”, and you find it at http://user.ceng.metu.edu.tr/~e1394618/Rus%E7a%20Kitaplar/A%20Basic%20Modern%20Russian%20Grammar.pdf

Russian Alphabet

Letter Pronunciation Letter Pronunciation
Аа a Рр r
Бб b Сс s
Вв v Тт t
Гг g Уу u
Дд d Фф f
Ее ye Хх kh or h
Ёё y0 Цц ts
Жж zh Чч ch
Зз z Шш sh
Ии i or ee Щщ sch
Йй iy Ъъ hard sign
Кк k Ыы i
Лл l Ьь soft sign
Мм m Ээ e
Нн n Юю yu
Оо o Яя ya
Пп p    

More about the pronunciation at Russian ABC – Russian Alphabet, Youtube.

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Merry Christmas and Happy New Year 2017

I like to thank all of you who have visited on Yelling Rosa’s Weblog in 2016 and wish to see you again next year. This year seems to be a little livelier than the year 2015.  The reviews in 2015 were 11.411 and in 2016 13.289 so far. The best year here on Yelling Rosas’s Weblog until so far has been the year 2014 when this blog was reviewed 21.516 times.

I have designed also this year a free Christmas card with wishes and without text. I hope that you used the one with the text as it is designed and added your own wishes to the textless one. The cards are for private use only. You will find the previous Christmas card at: http://www.yellingrosa.com/Free%20Postcard%20Slideshow.htm#frp01

Christmas 2016 by Yelling Rosa 01

Christmas 2016 by Yelling Rosa 02

PhotoScape is a free and easy to use graphics editing program. You will find it at: http://www.photoscape.org/ps/main/download.php
With the help of it it’s easy to add own wishes and/or reduce the picture size.
The video below show you how

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

YR

PS A New poem in English published 10/12 –16 at:
https://yrosa.wordpress.com/2016/12/17/sie-ehommaks-tuut/

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