• John Lubbock (1889). The Pleasures of Life, p.80, MacMillan Pub. • Demetri (2025/2024). "Sunrace" / "Sunset", 019087729™ EUIPO
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"One of the most satisfying feelings I know —and also one of the most growth-promoting experiences for the other person— comes from my appreciating this individual in the same way that I appreciate a sunset. People are just as wonderful as sunsets if I can let them be. In fact, perhaps the reason we can truly appreciate a sunset is that we cannot control it. When I look at a sunset [...] I don't find myself saying, "Soften the orange a little on the right hand corner, and put a bit more purple along the base, and use a little more pink in the cloud color." I don't do that. I don’t try to control a sunset. I watch it with awe as it unfolds."
• Carl Rogers (1980). A Way of Being, p.22, HMH Pub. • Demetri (2024). "Sunset", 019087729™® EUIPO
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"Every experience has its own horizon; every experience has its core of actual and determinate cognition, its own content of immediate determinations which give themselves; but beyond this core of determinate quiddity, of the truly given as "itself there," it has its own horizon. This implies that every experience refers to the possibility [...] of obtaining, little by little as experience continues, new determinations of the same thing. [...] And this horizon in its indeterminateness is copresent from the beginning as a realm of possibilities, as the prescription of the path to a more precise determination, in which only experience itself decides in favor of the determinate possibility it realizes as opposed to others."
• Edmund Husserl (1939). Experience and Judgment, p.32, ed.1973, Northwestern Un. Press • Demetri (2025). "Sunrace"
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"Art is unquestionably one of the purest and highest elements in human happiness. It trains the mind through the eye, and the eye through the mind. As the sun colors flowers, so does art color life."
"In lovely blue..." (lines: 24-38)
... May, if life is sheer toil, a man Lift his eyes and say: so I too wish to be? Yes. As long as Kindnees, The Pure, still stays with his heart, man Not unhappily measures himself Against the godhead. Is God unknown? Is he manifest like the sky? I'd sooner Believe the latter. It's the measure of man. Full of merit, yet poetically, man Dwells on this earth. But no purer Is the shade of the starry night, If I might put it so, than Man, who's called an image of the godhead. Is there a measure on earth? There is None. ...
• Friedrich Hölderlin (1823). "In lovely blue...". Hymns and Fragments, pp.249-253, ed.1984, Princeton Un. Press • Martin Heidegger (1951). Poetry, Language, Thought, p.217, ed.1971, Harper & Row
"The Road Not Taken"
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I — I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.
• Robert Frost (1916). Mountain Interval, p.9, Henry Holt & Co.
• Zander Jones (2021). The Road Not Taken/R.Frost. I Memorized That
• Roni Daloomi (2018). Kol HaZman, lyrics: R.Daloomi, music: U.Avni & A.Koren. Kol HaZman, Tedy Productions | Kol HaZman - video clip. R.Finkelstein Productions
All the time I aim high, With the fear of falling All the time I want to just be satisfied, And to eat already All the time the desire to help, The fear harm All the time the desire to free, The fear and to slide All the time the desire to touch, The fear and to invade All the time the desire to put borders, The fear to abandon All the time between what if, And what really is All the time to let myself say everything, And to regret
Enough, because it's too much for me To catch everything so strong And to fall from my feet Enough, too much for me These aren't tears Something just got in my eyes
All the time the desire to deepen, The fear to drown The desire to listen to everything, And not to hear everything To let myself be angry, Without breaking the dishes All the time I love me, If I don't go out of the lines All the time to turn me off, So as not to turn on All the time to start to go mad, And to stop All the time to remember how to stand on my own All the time to work on myself, And to be kidding myself
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«What a lovely Day...»
• Mylène Farmer (2002). C'est une belle journée, lyrics/art: M.Farmer, music: L.Boutonnat, directed: B.Di Sabatino. Les Mots, Polydor Records
One drink and then another, a tequila once again, pour me an ouzo, tonight I want you to smile at me, I want you to smile at me.
I want you to stomp your feet right on the beat, tonight I’m giving my soul just to see you let loose, just to see you let loose.
How much I love that laughter, how beautiful you become, make this moment your own, don't pretend.
I know you’re going through hard days, feeling cornered from all sides, it seems like a miracle how, right in front of me you are transforming, you are transforming.
How much I love that laughter, how beautiful you become, make this moment your own, don't pretend, don't pretend.
• Nicos Ziogalas & Manolis Famellos (2010). Min Ypokrinesai - live, lyrics/music: N.Ziogalas. Apopse einai Oraia, LYRA
• Yuval Dayan (2016). Bediuk Kmo Hayareach, lyrics/music: Y.Dayan. Libi Er, AM Music Productions | (2026) Bediuk Kmo Hayareach - live. Helicon Aroma Music
Until we relax, Until the sun returns to light up our faces, For now each gust of wind takes me someplace new, It's difficult to know what is more,
Going beyond for you, Until you return to gaze at me like before, The winds have calmed, come place your day on my shoulders, Take my hand, Tell me,
Just like the moon, I have no light of my own, From your bright rays I will learn to shine, And if I am to shine, I have no light of my own, From your bright rays I will learn to shine, In your pure light that washes over me,
Here comes the end of another day, And at the corner of my eye they wait, Sparks of battle that won't erupt until tomorrow, And until then, I am neither here nor there.
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• "Cavodoriticos" (Kallianioticos dance), a Greek folk "instrumental melody" (lyre, violin, laouto & toubaki) in 2/4 time signature, from the island of Euboea
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