Sentences with phrase «like sun dance»

Not exact matches

From afar it had appeared to him, quite small, gliding over the sand, no bigger than the palm of a child's hand — as a pale, fleeting shadow like a wavering flight of quail over the blue sea before sunrise or a cloud of gnats dancing in the sun at evening or a whirlwind of dust at midday sweeping over the plain.

It feels like the end to the dark winter season — the sun has finished hibernating and is rested enough to spend the day dancing across the sky.

«With a long, intricate dance around the Saturn system, Cassini aims to study the Saturn system from as many angles as possible,» said Linda Spilker, Cassini project scientist based at NASA's Jet Propulsion Laboratory in Pasadena, Calif. «Beyond showing us the beauty of the Ringed Planet, data like these also improve our understanding of the history of the faint rings around Saturn and the way disks around planets form — clues to how our own solar system formed around the sun.»

I very like cinema, music, summer, sun, summer rain, sea, animals, my cat, books, machines, roads, bags, shoes, cultures of other countries, beautiful buildings, also I like to take pictures, draw, dance, sing in a bathr..

i like football, movies, swimming, dancing, cooking, singing in the choir at church, listening to music, shopping, taking walks at night and looking at the stars, watching the suns...

However, after about 20 minutes, you realise that it feels like you're watching a Chanel perfume ad and after several scenes of a cool breeze rustling through the cornfields and Kurylenko dancing her little cotton sock off under an autumnal sun, it's apparent that this all we're going get.

In the rotation here are Shrek's «I'm a Believer», Shrek 2's «Livin» La Vida Loca», Shark Tale's «Car Wash», Madagascar's «I Like to Move It», Over the Hedge's «Heist», Flushed Away's «Dancing with Myself», Bee Movie's «Here Comes the Sun», and Shrek the Third's «Losing Streak.»

«Come Alive» — performed by Hugh Jackman; written by Benj Pasek & Justin Paul (The Greatest Showman) «Remember Me» — written by Bobby Lopez and Kristen Anderson Lopez; performed by Miguel and Natalia Lafourcade (Coco) «Prayers for This World» — performed by Cher; written by Diane Warren (Cries from Syria)-- podcast (Warren) «Truth to Power» — performed by One Republic; written by Ryan Tedder & T - Bone Burnett (An Inconvenient Sequel) «This Is Me» — performed by Keala Settle; written by Benj Pasek & Justin Paul (The Greatest Showman) «There's Something Special» — performed by Pharrell Williams; written by Pharrell Williams (Despicable Me 3) «To Be Human» — performed by Sia; written by Florence Welch & Rick Nowels (Wonder Woman) «The Promise» — performed by Chris Cornell; written by Chris Cornell (The Promise) «Dancing Through the Wreckage» — performed by Pat Benatar; written by Pat Benatar, Neil Giraldo & Linda Perry (Served Like a Girl) «How Does a Moment Last Forever» — performed by Emma Watson; written by Alan Menken & Tim Rice (Beauty and the Beast) «Days in the Sun» — performed by Emma Watson, Audra McDonald, et al; written by Alan Menken & Tim Rice (Beauty and the Beast)

In their private kingdom, the kids dance to Suzy's Françoise Hardy records in a sun - kissed sequence that DP Robert Yeoman, delivering his best in grainy Super16, shoots like woozy outtakes from Pierrot le fou.

Kecak and Fire Dance performance starts at 6 PM, about 50 bare - chested men choruses like «Cak Cak Cak...» are rhythmical, then a holy priest sprinkle a holy water to dancers to show off the expression of their soul while sun set and temple as background.

We like all things natural and lively; yoga, dance, organic food, nature, camping, traveling, rituals, holistic healing, sun sets, the beach, barre classes, hiking but most of all we love sharing this beauty with like minded people like you.

, you are lying on the floor of your place looking up, a small draft runs through the room, between the door and the window, and all things seem perfectly still, wind only disturbs concrete in imperceptible ways, or it may take millions of years to be noticed and, as the air runs through the space, all your plants move and all is animated and all is alive somehow, and here are the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, and that wind upon your plants is the common air that bathes the globe, and we have no ambitions of universalism, and I'm glad we don't, but the particles of air bring traces of pollen and are charged with electricity, desert sand, maybe sea water, and these particles were somewhere else before they were dragged here, and their route will not end by the door of this house, and if we tell each other stories, one can imagine that they might have been bathed by this same air, regrouped and recombined, recharged as a vehicle for sound, swirling as it moves, bringing the sound of a drum, like that Kabuki story where a fox recognizes the voice of its parents as a girl plays a drum made out of their skin, or any other event, and yet I always felt your work never tells stories, I tend to think that narrative implies a past tense, even if that past was just five seconds ago, one second ago was already the past, and human memory is irrelevant in geological time, plants and fish know not what tomorrow will bring, neither rocks nor metal do, but we all live here now, and we all need visions and we all need dreams, and as long as your metal sculptures vibrate they are always in the Present, and their past is a material truth alien to narrative, but well, maybe narrative does not imply a past tense at all and they are writing their own story while they gently move and breathe, and maybe nothing was really still before the wind came in, passing through the window as if through an irrational portal to make those plants dance, but everything was already moving and breathing in near complete silence, and if you're focused enough you can feel the pulse of a concrete wall and you can feel the tectonic movements of the earth, and you can hear the magma flowing under our feet and our bones crackling like a wild fire, and you can see the light of fireflies reflected in polished metal, and there is nothing magical about that, it is just the way things are, and sometimes we have to raise our voice because the music is too loud and let your clothes move to a powerful bass, sound waves and bright lights, powerful like the sun, blinding us if we stare for too long, but isn't it the biggest sign of love, like singing to a corn field, and all acts of kindness that are not pitiful nor utilitarian, that are truly horizontal as everything around us is impregnated with the deadliest violence, vertical and systemic, poisonous, and sometimes you just want to feel the sun burning your skin and look for life in all things declared dead, a kind of vitality that operates like corrosion, strong as the wind near the sea, transforming all things,

From a certain angle, glinting reflections on the powdery gesso dance like sun on snow, and a pattern of blurred «ghost» images of rectangles start to appear the way the white «stars» flicker at the intersections of black lines in a Mondrian.

But now, an early spring sun gleams off her bow pulpit and dances around its edges as her prow rises and softly falls like the chest of a sleeping beauty while muted waves lap at her water line.

When the sun goes down and your belly is full, your dancing feet will find their place at jazz venues like the Elbo Room.