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RAC1 fa 15 anys, i des d'amicsrac1 hem volgut col·laborar amb l'esdeveniment posant a disposició del públic la nostra fonoteca, amb talls de so de la programació de RAC1 dels anys 2001-2010.
La fonoteca es mostra tal i com estava en el moment que vam enretirar-nos de l'escena pública, d'això fa ja uns anys, d'aquí el seu nom "Vintage". No s'ha optimitzat ni la cerca, ni el disseny, ni el programari. Si en feu un ús intensiu és probable que caigui el servidor i haureu d'esperar a que es torni a aixecar..i pobret ja és una mica vell i ves a saber quan ho podrà fer. Tracteu-lo amb "carinyo".
Entre els més de 18000 talls de so hi ha autèntiques perles. Només cal tenir paciència i saber buscar una mica.
Que la disfruteu!
RAC1 fa 15 anys, i des d'amicsrac1... |
a somnambular existence, and I lie to myself pretending to fake a smile and think that by tomorrow everything will be fine. I still hope it will… With Tom, there is no way to go wrong. He is my true love, my true destiny and all I can ever think about from now on. Gatsby was only a delusion which resulted of my blindness to see that the dreams I had were nothing more than dreams; imperfect and impossible in reality. A fantasy whose funeral occurred when I wasn´t even able to be present.
I hope to see you sometime in the near future,
a somnambular existence, and... | still have the same beautifully cherished place I used to have in your heart, and that all the memories and ethereal moments we shared are still intact in my mind patiently waiting to someday find a chance to be revived with the aid of your precious company.
Looking back I repent so much about leaving; the fantasies I had, the love I waited so long to revive, the opportunity of leaving the man I so dumbly married, and wishing to run away from this shallowness that surrounded me. Everything was gone. However, I am now aware that even with all the strength of my heart I couldn´t have returned, because after all, Gatsby´s illusion was merely that, a hiraeth that invaded what little mind I had.
Women still have no choice, or well, no better choice than being fools. And at least in this aspect I can admit being smart enough to be the best one I could possibly be. Marrying Tom will always be my most foolish decision, and hence one that could be better in no way possible. With him I have everything I need; company, a wealthy life, tranquility of still have the same beautifully... |
Dear Nick:
I am so sorry I left without any warning my lovely cousin. Especially because I am completely aware that if there is someone I deserve to give an explanation to, that, is you.
I am convinced too that by now, we both know extremely well the truth behind all the unfortunate events that occurred, and my first desire is to begin by saying that it was extremely necessary for me to run away, as all this chaos was overwhelming and exhausting me; I wasn´t myself anymore. I couldn´t wait any longer. And so, I had to leave, no time for good-byes or over-thinking, no time for regrets.
You must know too, that I´m proud of myself, as I finally gathered the strength necessary to write this letter and apologize for leaving you behind. I did wanted to contact you, and I haven´t forgotten you. I just lacked the strength, and in present times when I realize I do have it within, it´s my best interest to communicate that I hope to
Dear Nick:
I am so sorry... | Dear Diary,
My confrontation with Montag has yielded the desired effect. I feel that I have set him on a byway to self-doubt and bothersome discontent with his knowledge of the halcyon days of literature. It is now clear to me that he has indeed omitted my admonition in regard to his tenure of those paperbacks he embezzled from the women who flouted our book possession legislatures. That makes him ripe to be the next beacon of hope in this abhorrent world we live in. I cannot bare with the burden any longer. I have done my best to obscure my true nature from society, but THEY are surrounding me, shadowing my every move, my detention for my crimes is impend. I hold true that if I tell him candidly, he probably be startled and would denounce me. If I were to be erroneous of his true character, I would be evoked as a nitwit, and most likely be executed. I must indirectly make him realize what his true calling is, to pass down my commission. I was once in his situation, where I had to conclude whether or not I would bequeath posterity with the knowledge of literature. One day I was having the morning meal when a meager and decrepit man stumbled upon my reserved eating section of the venue. He had slithered a small square strip of perfectly plucked paper with exceptionally astonishing calligraphy into the small opening in my uniform´s overcoat that depicted, “You can read? Why do you not read something more significant than this note, perhaps a book?” I was bewildered by this note, but I did not react, nor did I have the eagerness to surrender him to the authorities, I simply pondered on what he was implying. Subsequent to that encounter I found the old timer once more in the town park, he seemed to be nourishing the pigeons, which to this day I regard an eerie action. We did not speak, we studied each other from afar, his eyes pierced right through me, and mine through him, he glanced at my fireman uniform and then back at my face. He reached into his overcoat and slightly pulled out what seemed to be a book. How could a man dare, to upon a fireman pull out a book from his mantel? He must have speculated that I was different from the rest, but what had he seen in me? He must have noticed my lack of response at the eating venue earlier that month, he must have assumed that I was intrigued by his cryptic offer. But moments after, he was restrained by the authorities and was executed that very eve. I felt it was my duty to pass on the wonders of literature that he had implied me to embrace. So I studied them, and hid them from those who would not understand them. I was too apprehensive and afraid to tell anyone, so I kept it to myself and continued my routine life. Montag must be able to envisage his own purpose, not be guided by any external factors that would befuddle his true intentions, just like I was all those years ago. Only by escorting him to the residence of his infraction will it be possible for him to recognize his true mission to society. We are arriving to the dwelling of infraction, I now realize what I am compelled to do in order to make him comprehend. I got it. Dear Diary,
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Dear Mum and Dad,
My friends have been shot and injured. I have been sleeping beside dead bodies. Rats have been eating all my food. I miss you. I do not like it here in the trenches. Lots of troops have died in the war. An explosion has killed our troops, destroyed tanks, and shot our allies.
Love, Officer Ryan Dear Mum and Dad,
My friends... | Panno Mario Luizo Babkiewicz,
Z ogromna przyjemnoscia pragne zaprosic Panne na uczte, która ucelebrujemy poczatek wiosny. Uczta odbedzie sie w ogrodach kamienicy przy ulicy Batorego 8a, w jakze to piekny i obdarzonym bogata historia miescie Kraków.
Podczas przyjecia obowiazywac bedzie strój galowo-piknikowy, mile widzane beda wszelkie wiosenne akcenty. Najznamiennici kucharze przygotuja dla gosci miesiwo pieczone na zywym ogniu oraz lekkie jarskie przekaski. Jestem gleboko przekonany, ze delikatne i przyzwyczajone do wykwintnych podraw podniebieni panienki docenie podane jadlo, które bedzie uczta zarówno dla zoladka jak i umyslu.
Pragne podkreslic, ze swietowanie poczatku wiosny bedzie mozliwe i wylacznie i bez rzadnych wyjatków tylko w towarzystwie Panienki, która swym usmiechem zacmi slonce i zapewni piekna pogode.
Z wyrazami szacunku,
Bartlomiej Marek Bartnicki
Panno Mario Luizo Babkiewicz,
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Dearest Mother,
I'm having the most wonderful time here in Boston. My school is amazing and I have learned so much.
Sincerely,
Martin Mcwalk Dearest Mother,
I'm having... | April 14, 1813
Dear Mother,
Life in this new land is quite different than back home. It is warmer and the land has amazing views, views you would never see in the homeland. The other side of this greatness is that we work all week. I see the rest of the family very rarely throughout the week. Even though I get good pay I still miss the life we had back in France. I am not sure if you have them back home but here in the new land we had an inventor create an engine. A machine that does work without use of weather or living energy. At first we used it to get water out of our mines although now we use them in factories to make goods such was housing materials or survival necessities. These machines run on coal which we dig up from the ground. There are rumors going around at the factory that this is the revolution of society, that our factories are the industry and one day we will rely on them for almost everything. Although no one can tell the future. Sister is working in a clothing factory, she stitches the letters and patches on all the clothes after the machines make the basics of clothing. She thinks that with all the new non machinery that maybe they won't even have to cook. But that would be impossible.
You won't believe this though, the engines that are being made can be used to move things. We can transport things across the country without using man power or animal or weather. The engines turn a wheel that pushes trains. In the past month we have been putting our produce on the trains and selling them to places across the country. It is much quicker and efficient, the trains are even used to send mail so that letters are sent faster. Although it’s not used just in the New Land, the engines are also used to power ships by turning a fan called propeller which pushes the water backward and the ship forward. So now we will have better communications with the homeland and maybe any other places around the world. I wish to see you again once my work is done Mother. The things that are happening here are incredible with the new engines and developments. More and more man work is being reduced. We can just go to a store and buy food or clothes without making them ourselves.
Always a pleasure to fill you in on what’s happening here, hope to hear back from you soon Mother. I wish the best for you and may the future of our society be the best it can.
Love, your son,
Victor April 14, 1813
Dear Mother,
Life... |
s | To Sir Mersain Airgail
In response to your recent findings we thank you most graciously.
With this newly found information you've given us the opportunity to make a huge advancement in our endeavors to halt the Baron's plan.
Attached you will find a small gift of thanks.
Signed The Order To Sir Mersain Airgail
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“Dear Elliot, Thank you ever so-much for your letter, I would love to have you in my cellar! We play games, watch movies, and go fire camping in the middle of the woods!
“And yes, Booby does live in my cellar; he is a good friend of mine!
“Come to my house at (The police cut out this address), 'Caledon', 'Ontario', 'CA'.
“I look very forward to having fun with you!
Love, Mr. Bear” “Dear Elliot, Thank you ever... | To my dearest Mia,
By the time you read this I will probably be dead.
I have discovered The Baron's true secret and thus he has noticed my investigation.
Take this letter to Lord Saval and remember that it is vital you deliver it to him directly!
Know that I will always love you.
Signed Sir Marsain Airgail, your father.
To my dearest Mia,
By the... |
January 5, 1942
Dear Husband,
You have not been gone long but many changes have occurred. for one now that women are being drafted onto the workforce many have taken it upon themselves to be more liberal. You have the flappers which are a group of young women who like to dance and sing and dress quite scantly clad. They even wear makeup and their hair is cut shorter. It is a new era that is for sure! January 5, 1942
Dear Husband,... | August 20, 1945
Dear Husband,
United States has dropped atomic bombs on the Japanese cities of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. They say that the two bombings, killed at least 129,000 people. Many say that it is a good thing that the government did that but it killed millions of innocent civilians. This obviously shows that the United States is a superior nation with superior weaponry but at what cost? I do hope that you are well and that at least the deaths of all of those people serves a purpose in ending the war.
August 20, 1945
Dear Husband,... |
November 28, 1773
Dear Thomas Gage:
I would like for you to be the governor of Massachusetts. Some of the reasons why are you are
really good at would be talking to large amounts of people. Another reason is that is that you
were a military commander in the early days. One benefit you would have is to get more money
for being a governor. The people would not hate you because they would look up to him. I would
like to have you as the governor so that you could get a lot of money and people will look up to
you.
Sincerely your king,
King George 111 Thomas Gage- James | Dearest Emily |
a | Querida Maylincita,
A friendship like ours comes only once in a lifetime. Our minds connected over a desire to give back to our communities through counseling. Our hearts connected over our shared cultural pride and sense that even in our little bubbles, we could relate to those who are marginalized. I followed you outside the classroom, into your world, and enjoyed it so much that I moved right next door! Through loss and major life transitions, you let me in, opened your heart, and kept mine safe. We took giant leaps, in some cases 3000 mile ones, and kept each other sane through our homesickness. As I prepare to head back home, after six long years, I am so happy to leave you in good hands. I can never express the amount of appreciation and love that I feel for you, especially in the last years as you have been my biggest cheerleader through my education pursuits. I cannot imagine being away from you, but I leave knowing that our friendship will follow us wherever we go. I wish you the very best in your marriage. I am honored to call you mi amiga. Cheers, congratulations, best wishes, felicidades, y buena suerte amiga!
Con todo el amor del mundo,
Tu amiga para siempre,
Ellicita
Maylin |
Seeing you always brightens up my day
If only there’s something I could say for you not to go away
‘cause with you is where I ‘wanna stay
I’m flooded by this feeling
That forever I’ll be keeping
In my heart it will stay
It will never decay
Oh! I ‘wanna give the love you’ve never had
‘Wanna make you happy when you’re sad
Even though sometimes you’re mad at me
Oh! The sparkle in those charming eyes
They always give me butterflies
Ever since the day you walk into my life
Your voice is like a song
It has the rhythm I could get along
It’s been etched in my memory for so long (for so long)
Your smile, your eyes, your scent
Takes me to another world
Makes me feel like nothing could go wrong
A moment with you is like a glimpse of heaven
How I want to make time frozen
All my worries are gone
Oh! I ‘wanna give the love you’ve never had (never had)
‘Wanna make you happy when you’re sad
Even though sometimes you’re mad at me
Oh! The sparkle in those charming eyes (sparkle in your eyes)
They always give me butterflies
Ever since the day you walk into my life
Oh! I ‘wanna give the love you’ve never had (never had)
‘Wanna make you happy when you’re sad
Even though sometimes you’re mad at me
Oh! The sparkle in those charming eyes (I’m flooded by this feeling)
They always give me butterflies (that forever I’ll be keeping)
Ever since the day you walk into my life (In my heart it will stay, it will never decay)
Oh! I wanna give the love you’ve never had (I’m flooded by this feeling)
Wanna make you happy when you’re sad (that forever I’ll be keeping)
Even though sometimes you’re mad at me (In my heart it will stay, it will never decay)
Oh! The sparkle in those charming eyes (never decay)
They always give me butterflies
Ever since the day you walk into my life (it will never fade away)
Seeing you always brightens... | Dear adventurer,
You have been chosen.
Sincerely,
F.C.W. Dear adventurer,
You have... |
March 11, 1780
Dear Diary,
Day 3. Today is Wednesday, and it is a beautiful day. At school, we went outside to play, and the flowers were blooming and the grass was green. My mom and dad are working at the market again. After we got that money, my parents were not arguing as much. We have enough money to bring my brothers home for two weeks. Then we paid for our debt, and we lived like we were in a dream. My birthday is in two weeks, and I will be turning 15. Today I went fishing for dinner and caught six bass and three catfish. We cooked it on the fire and I loved it. My dad just got a new job. He now works at the mines. My mom is still working at the market, and my dad gets $23 every day four times a week. My brothers have three more months until they leave the army.
Diary Entry Day 3 Ethan Keppler | March 10,1780
Dear Diary,
Day 2. Today is Tuesday, and today at school it was raining so hard part of the rooftop leaked. We had to tie blankets to the roof so we could not be soaked as bad. My parents are out selling items at the market for a little money to pay for food. We never get much money and we are trying to pay for debt. I am sick as I’m writing this. Dr. Garrett said I have a little cold, and it should go away after a while. I was sitting down when my parents came on the carriage when they said we just sold a candle. That was really rare and got $345! I was speechless. And at that moment it was the best moment of my life. My parents are at the market buying food for us, and my brothers are outside getting water from the well. My parents are also trying to find the landlord for the house.
Diary Day 2 Ethan Keppler |
March 9, 1780
Dear Diary,
Day 1. My name is Johannes William’s, and I’m 14 years old. My family is torn apart because my brothers are fighting in the Continental War. My mother, Beth, is on the colonists’ side and my father James is a loyalist. I believe colonies should have the right for independence.
My life is horrible right now because we are not getting enough food. My parents are fighting too much and don’t have time to work for more money. Our house is a log cabin and the insolation is mud splashed on it. So far I haven't seen both my brothers in three months. My mom is trying to convince me to go on the colonists’ side. My dad is also trying to get me to be loyal to the king. My brothers are trying to get me to go into the Continental War to fight. So as that happens, my brothers and my mom and dad argue, and I hate when they argue. We don’t have enough money to pay for debt, so we only have one week left of our rent or we will get kicked out.
Diary Day 1 Ethan Keppler | Dear Mother, Sylvia and Isabel
It has been good to be able to fly again. Enclosed is your money. As usual I am working much, still as a cabin boy, hoping to be Sailmaker. I have met the aquaintance of Miss Kate de Vries who stubornly decided to come late on an ornithopter. I will tell more on another occasion. Well I must change into serving clothing, because it is almost time for lunch and I will be on Dut. Sorry my letter is so short, next one will be longer.
I miss you much,
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Dedikuar te Gjithës time.
Eda ime...
Vetëm tingulli që më jep fjala e 'imja', më mjafton për të të shprehur shumë, edhe pse shumë për mua je ti zemër.
Me ty më ka mjaftuar e pakta, e vogla sepse ishe ti që i jepje madhësinë e duhur gjërave, je ti që që më jep mua.
Faleminderit shoqja ime që më zgjedh mua për të më dhënë nga bukuria e shpirtit tënd, të falenderoj që vazhdon të më zgjedhësh. I joti Endriti Dedikuar te Gjithës time
Eda... | Old Montag,
By now you are far, far away from the madness that was once a life. You're on an intoxicating journey with novels, millions of them, those containing the well kept clandestine literature of famous poets and scholars.
Follow the trails and they will lead you to where it is you are needing to go. You will soon realize what you are looking for. You see Montag it was never books you wee searching for, it's some of the things that once were in books.Books were only one type of receptacle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid we might forget. There was nothing magical in them at all, the magic was only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us. Of course you do not know this, of course you have yet to understand what I mean when I say all this.
Sense I will be far gone when you receive this letter(if you ever do) I should tell you our purpose of life. I am no God or higher being but our purpose was so insignificant and simple, so minuscule compared to these books. They were so hated and feared because they showed the pores in the face of life. We lived in a time when flowers were trying to live on flowers, instead of growing on good rain and black loam. Yet we thought we could grow,feeding on flowers without completing the cycle back to reality.
Montag find what you are looking for. The war is not over yet. Watch for hounds and conserve what is left.
Regards,
Old Montag,
By now you are... |
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