Monday, December 17, 2012

The language of the world


The language of the world.

Towards the end of the day, many Spaniards go out for a stroll (un paseo), as in Sabadell near Barcelona.

Normally, they would not expect el paseo to be interrupted by a symphony orchestra, accompanied by a popular choir,  which appeared by magic and began to play Beethoven's 9th Symphony.

Watch the faces, watch the children's reactions.

If you were feeling down today, you won't be after this.

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1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Joy, fair spark of the gods,
Daughter of Elysium,
Drunk with fiery rapture, Goddess,
We approach thy shrine!

Thy magic reunites those
Whom stern custom has parted;
All men will become brothers
Under thy gentle wing.

May he who has had the fortune
To gain a true friend
And he who has won a noble wife
Join in our jubilation!

Yes, even if he calls but one soul
His own in all the world.
But he who has failed in this
Must steal away alone and in tears.

All the world's creatures
Draw joy from nature's breast;
Both the good and the evil
Follow her rose-strewn path.

She gave us kisses and wine
And a friend loyal unto death;
She gave lust for life to the lowliest,
And the Cherub stands before God.

Joyously, as his suns speed
Through Heaven's glorious order,
Hasten, Brothers, on your way,
Exulting as a knight in victory.

Joy, fair spark of the gods,
Daughter of Elysium,
Drunk with fiery rapture, Goddess,
We approach thy shrine!

Thy magic reunites those
Whom stern custom has parted;
All men will become brothers
Under thy gentle wing.

Be embraced, Millions!
Take this kiss for all the world!
Brothers, surely a loving Father
Dwells above the canopy of stars.

Do you sink before him, Millions?
World, do you sense your Creator?
Seek him then beyond the stars!
He must dwell beyond the stars


Well, that is a mighty song! And Beethoven made the music...

Greetings from Germany!

Tertiusgaudens