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BREAKING NEWS: KJELL ANSWERED AN E-MAIL FROM ME..10 MINUTES AFTER, I SENT IT..

Hello.
We are approaching 61,000.
So we would wish us that Alexander’s official Facebook page could also be updated and repaired a little.

Wishes:

Updating the list of events on the front and in the box, events .. (There are 8 events. They are all from June 2009. It seems a little ridicolous)  

Links: There should be links to Myspace and the official website of Alex.

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Edward John Poynter – Erato, Muse of Poetry, 1870.

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INTRO

In ancient Greece, The  MOUSAI (Muses) were the goddesses of music, song and dance, and the source of inspiration to poets. They were also goddesses of knowledge, who remembered all things that had come to pass. Later the Mousai were assigned specific artistic spheres:

Kalliope, epic poetry; Kleio, history; Ourania, astronomy; Thaleia, comedy; Melpomene, tragedy; Polyhymnia, religious hymns; Erato, erotic poetry; Euterpe, lyric poetry; and Terpsikhore, choral song and dance. ( Source:http://www.theoi.com/Ouranios/Mousai.html )

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From may 27th 2009, when Alexander Rybaks fanpage opened, it soon became clear, that his page was a magnet for talents. Alexanders fans had fallen in love and  they showed their emotions with fantasy, humor and amazing creative skills. The muses felt it from far away and they were attracted – not only to this talented and beautiful young artist, but also to his fans! So, art started to flourish and the fans opened discussion-threads, to save and keep their art-work.

The happy days ended november 1st 2011, when The mighty Facebook-emperor, Lord Zucker, decided to delete all the discussion-pages in his kingdom. He showed the small courtesy of warning his residents, so they had time to save their treasured art.

Here is the 1st. part of what was saved of the discussion-thread

Fans own poems and lyrics.

All poems and lyrics are saved, but a lot of comments and discussions are deleted, to decrease the volume. Some comments has been spared, to give an impression of the atmosphere.

The discussion-thread was opened July 15th 2009, but some of the first added poems were written earlier and posted around the fanpage.

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Твоя безжалостная красота

Маленький уголек упал в горячий горький шоколад,
Так получился цвет твоих прекрасных глаз,
И власть их для меня день ото дня сильнее.
Так получилось: я невольно в них влюбилась.

В тот миг, когда впервые я увидела тебя,
Мне показалось, можно верить в чудеса.
Но, к сожаленью, это был обман.
Теперь один сплошной туман
Мне застилает путь к надежде.

Со мною больше рядом нет тебя,
Как не было, наверное, и никогда
В мечтах, во снах, в мгновеньях счастья.
Я опоздала с букетом белых роз
Со вкусом одинокой грусти.

Твоя безжалостная красота
Для сердца жаркое томленье,
Так говорят…так говорили,
Возможно, трачу на тебя впустую свою жизнь?..
Но ты единственный, кто удивляет,
И заставляет жить…

Calliope, the Muse of Poetry

On 15  July 2009 a new thread was created on Planet Rybak, a newborn then. It was the thread called “Fans own poems and lyrics”, made by Marianne Saietz. During the last year this thread has inspired many Facebookies to express their feelings by creating hundreds of excellent poems! It has also given birth to four SONG BOOKS released by the Facebookies so far, and counting! It has been the earliest sign of the world-famous Facebookies creativity!

On 15 July 2010 we are celebrating its birthday. You are all invited to leave a rhyme, a limerick, a poem, anything :)

Link to the thread:

http://www.facebook.com/topic.php?uid=183104285643&topic=10479

Video invitation

Sample poem, by Marianne:

SLEEP

And finally, the fans will sleep
And no one will the facebook keep
The latest topic now must wait
The wild ideas can hesitate
The cleaning-people sweeps the floor
clean up the links and threads and more
The lights go out and all is shade
And even words stay up too late

Violin

Light-hearted violin walked in the woodland,
In the woodland it played with the wind for desire,
Stupid violets fell in love with the violin,
Made friends laughing
And even the Heaven was smiling,
When it was fighting with the wind into art.

Once I met this violin,
Then I walked with my sorrow in the park,
A violin bow was broken in my heart
When I realized what I have done
How betrayed love of life
I ran away from home,
Believed words of unknown flowers.
A violin bow was broken in my heart,
When we happened to meet again.

Light-hearted violin walked in the woodland,
In the woodland it played with the wind for desire,
Stupid violets fell in love with the violin,
Made friends laughing
And even the Heaven was smiling,
When it was fighting with the wind into art.

A violin bow was broken in my heart,
When we happened to meet again.
Everyone was laughing at me,
Those false violets repeated to go away, away, away.
When I ran away,
Did not know that my day would be my night,
And pain has filled my time.

Sad violin was walking in the woods,
Sad violin was walking in the woods,
It thought over my words,
It thought over my words.

Forgive my light-heartedness violin,
Let me be with you again,
Heaven please smiles me again,
Take back my pain and run away the night.
Violin I broke your heart,
Violin I broke a bow.
Fulfill my wish, Violin.
Let’s forget about the pain and start a new love.

Sad violin was walking in the woods,
Sad violin was walking in the woods,
It thought over my words,
It thought over my words.

Sad violin was walking in the woods,
It thought over my words,
It thought over my words,
Let’s forget about the pain and start a new love,
Let’s forget about the pain and start a new love.