Je na Dubni a až keď sme na ňu vyliezli a videli náš dom, tak nás napadlo pozrieť aj doma z okna. Dá sa na ňu ísť z Budatína (cca 1:15 hore po červenej značke) alebo zo Zádubnia (cca 0:30 od oplotenej vodárne), alebo zo Zástrania (neviem, ako dlho). My sme vyšli zo Zádubnia a skončili v Budatíne.
Žilina ako na dlani, ale škaredá, škaredá… Možno by to bolo lepšie, keby svietilo slnko a bol už zelený máj. Kubo sa hore trošku bál, lebo fúkalo a veža sa mierne kývala. Kamaráti, ktorí boli v ten istý deň poobede (akosi sa nám nepodarilo zosynchronizovať), hovorili, že už bola tlačenica aj na chodníku aj na vyhliadke. Všetci žilinčania sa chcú pozrieť.
Welcome to the end of being alone inside your mind
Tethered to another and you’re worried all the time
You always knew the melody but you never heard it rhyme
She’s fair and she is quiet, Lord, she doesn’t look like me
She made me love the morning, she’s a holiday at sea
The New York streets are as busy as they always used to be
But I am the mother of Evangeline
The first things that she took from me were selfishness and sleep
She broke a thousand heirlooms I was never meant to keep
She filled my life with color, cancelled plans and trashed my car
But none of that is ever who we are
Outside of my windows are the mountains and the snow
I hold you while you’re sleeping and I wish that I could go
All my rowdy friends around accomplishing their dreams
But I am the mother of Evangeline
They’ve still got their morning paper and their coffee and their time
They still enjoy their evenings with the skeptics and their wine
Oh but all the wonders I have seen I will see a second time
From inside of the ages through your eyes
You were not an accident where no one thought it through
The world has stood against us, made us mean to fight for you
And when we chose your name we knew that you’d fight the power, too
You’re nothing short of magical and beautiful to me
I would never hit the big time without you
So they can keep their treasure and their ties to the machine
Cause I am the mother of Evangeline
They can keep their treasure and their ties to the machine
Cause I am the mother of Evangeline
You’re feeling nervous, aren’t you, boy?
With your quiet voice and impeccable style
Don’t ever let them steal your joy
And your gentle ways, to keep ’em from running wild
They can kick dirt in your face
Dress you down, and tell you that your place
Is in the middle, when they hate the way you shine
I see you tugging on your shirt
Trying to hide inside of it and hide how much it hurts
Let ’em laugh while they can
Let ’em spin, let ’em scatter in the wind
I have been to the movies,
I’ve seen how it ends
And the joke’s on them
You get discouraged, don’t you, girl?
It’s your brother’s world for a while longer
We gotta dance with the devil on a river
To beat the stream
Call it living the dream, call it kicking the ladder
They come to kick dirt in your face
To call you weak and then displace you
After carrying your baby on your back across the desert
I saw your eyes behind your hair
And you’re looking tired, but you don’t look scared
Let ’em laugh while they can
Let ’em spin, let ’em scatter in the wind
I have been to the movies,
I’ve seen how it ends
And the joke’s on them
Let ’em laugh while they can
Let ’em spin, let ’em scatter in the wind
I have been to the movies,
I’ve seen how it ends
And the joke’s on them
• solve interesting problems
• find and curate information
• connect unrelated ideas
• ask good questions
• lead and negotiate
• employ a variety of mental models
• communicate in simple, clear ways