{"id":10278,"date":"2013-11-01T14:42:21","date_gmt":"2013-11-01T12:42:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/1-life.co.il\/?p=10278"},"modified":"2013-11-03T14:46:12","modified_gmt":"2013-11-03T12:46:12","slug":"%d7%a4%d7%95%d7%9c-%d7%a1%d7%99%d7%99%d7%9e%d7%95%d7%9f-%d7%91%d7%9f-71-%d7%95%d7%9e%d7%93%d7%91%d7%a8-%d7%91%d7%a9%d7%9e%d7%99","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/1-life.co.il\/?p=10278","title":{"rendered":"\u05e4\u05d5\u05dc \u05e1\u05d9\u05d9\u05de\u05d5\u05df \u05d1\u05df 71 \u05d5\u05de\u05d3\u05d1\u05e8 \u05d1\u05e9\u05de\u05d9"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>\u05e4\u05d5\u05dc \u05e1\u05d9\u05d9\u05de\u05d5\u05df \u05d7\u05d5\u05d2\u05d2 \u05d4\u05e9\u05d1\u05d5\u05e2 71, (05.11.13) \u05d5\u05d1\u05d3\u05d9\u05d5\u05e7 \u05d1\u05e9\u05d1\u05d5\u05e2 \u05e9\u05d0\u05d9\u05df \u05dc\u05d9 \u05d4\u05e8\u05d1\u05d4 \u05de\u05d9\u05dc\u05d9\u05dd, \u05e2\u05d5\u05dc\u05d4 \u05dc\u05d9 \u05d4\u05e9\u05d9\u05e8 \u05e9\u05dc\u05d5 \u05e9\u05d1\u05d6\u05de\u05df \u05d4\u05d0\u05d7\u05e8\u05d5\u05df \u05de\u05ea\u05e0\u05d2\u05df \u05d4\u05de\u05d5\u05df \u05d1\u05d9\u05d5\u05d8\u05d9\u05d5\u05d1 \u05e9\u05dc \u05d4\u05d1\u05df \u05e9\u05dc\u05d9, \u05d5\u05d0\u05d5\u05de\u05e8 \u05d4\u05de\u05d5\u05df \u05de\u05d9\u05dc\u05d9\u05dd \u05e9\u05d0\u05e0\u05d9 \u05e8\u05d5\u05e6\u05d4 \u05dc\u05d4\u05d2\u05d9\u05d3:<\/p>\n

Sound of Silence<\/p>\n

Hello darkness, my old friend
\nI’ve come to talk with you again
\nBecause a vision softly creeping
\nLeft its seeds while I was sleeping
\nAnd the vision that was planted in my brain
\nStill remains
\nWithin the sound of silence<\/p>\n

In restless dreams I walked alone
\nNarrow streets of cobblestone
\n‘Neath the halo of a street lamp
\nI turned my collar to the cold and damp
\nWhen my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
\nThat split the night
\nAnd touched the sound of silence<\/p>\n

And in the naked light I saw
\nTen thousand people, maybe more
\nPeople talking without speaking
\nPeople hearing without listening
\nPeople writing songs that voices never share
\nAnd no one dared
\nDisturb the sound of silence<\/p>\n

“Fools”, said I, “You do not know
\nSilence like a cancer grows
\nHear my words that I might teach you
\nTake my arms that I might reach you”
\nBut my words, like silent raindrops fell
\nAnd echoed
\nIn the wells of silence<\/p>\n

And the people bowed and prayed
\nTo the neon god they made
\nAnd the sign flashed out its warning
\nIn the words that it was forming
\nAnd the sign said, “The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
\nAnd tenement halls”
\nAnd whispered in the sounds of silence<\/p>\n