Orquestra Organism has received this week the visit of the kind croats Kruno and Tanja, who accompanied the preparatory actions forconSerto. They shared, during their short stay, fine and rare experiences upon their concepts and points of view about the world, tecnology and free & open culture. As a small token of our apreciation, Hackeando Catatau has prepared a small and anarchic photographic exhibition focusing the beautiful land of Croatia, for the delight of its visitors. All images belong to their respective authors (see links clicking on the photos) and are licensed under one or another Creative Commons,license, for each case.
A Orquestra Organismo recebeu esta semana a visita dos simpáticos croatas Kruno e Tanja, que conferiram os preparativos do Conserto e puderam partilhar, mesmo durante sua curta estada, experiências ímpares sobre seus pontos de vista sobre o mundo contemporâneo, a tecnologia e a cultura. Em homenagem a eles, o blog Hackeando Catatau preparou uma singela e relativamente anárquica mostra fotográfica sobre a bela terra da Croácia, para deleite dos seus visitantes. Todas as fotos são de titularidade de seus respectivos autores (vide links) e estão licenciadas sob uma ou outra licença Creative Commons, conforme o caso.
Lijepa na�¡a domovino,
Oj junaÃ?Âka zemljo mila,
Stare slave djedovino,
Da bi vazda sretna bila!
Mila kano si nam slavna,
Mila si nam ti jedina,
Mila kuda si nam ravna,
Mila kuda si planina!
Teci Savo, Dravo teci,
Nit’ti Dunav silu gubi!
Sinje more, svijetu reci,
Da svoj narod Hrvat ljubi!
Dok mu njive sunce grije,
Dok mu hra�¡��e bura vije,
Dok mu mrtve grobak krije,
Dok mu �¾ivo srce bije!
Our beautiful homeland,
O so fearless and gracious,
Our fathers’ ancient glory,
May you be blessed forever.
Dear, you are our only glory,
Dear, you are our only one,
Dear, we love your plains,
Dear, we love your mountains.
Sava, Drava, keep on flowing,
Danube, do not lose your vigor,
Deep blue sea, tell the world,
That a Croat loves his homeland.
Whilst his fields are kissed by sunshine,
Whilst his oaks are whipped by wild winds,
Whilst his dear ones go to heaven,
Whilst his live heart beats.
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