Miloš (Serbian Cyrillic: Милош, pronounced [mîloʃ]) (Czech pronunciation: [ˈmɪloʃ]) is a Slavic masculine given name common in Serbia and Montenegro, and to a lesser degree in the Czech Republic. In Polish, the name is spelled Miłosz. Miloš is a Slavic given name recorded from the early Middle Ages among the Bulgarians, Czechs, Poles, Montenegrins and Serbs. It is derived from the Slavic root mil-, "merciful" or "dear", which is found in a great number of Slavic given names.
Commercial sorghum refers to the cultivation and commercial exploitation of species of grasses within the genus Sorghum (often S. bicolor). These plants are used for grain, fibre and fodder. The plants are cultivated in warmer climates worldwide. Commercial Sorghum species are native to tropical and subtropical regions of Africa and Asia.
Other names include durra, Egyptian millet, feterita, Guinea corn, jwari ज्वारी (Marathi), jowar, juwar, milo, maize, shallu, Sudan grass, cholam (Tamil), jola (Kannada), jonnalu (Telugu), gaoliang (zh:高粱), great millet, kafir corn, dura, dari, mtama, and solam.
Sorghum has been, for centuries, one of the most important staple foods for millions of poor rural people in the semiarid tropics of Asia and Africa. For some impoverished regions of the world, sorghum remains a principal source of energy, protein, vitamins and minerals. Sorghum grows in harsh environments where other crops do not grow well, just like other staple foods, such as cassava, that are common in impoverished regions of the world. It is usually grown without application of any fertilizers or other inputs by a multitude of small-holder farmers in many countries.
Milo of Trier (d. 762 or 763) was the son of St. Leudwinus and was his successor as Archbishop of Trier and Archbishop of Reims. His great-uncle St. Basinus had preceded his father as Trier. He is the great-grandson of Saint Sigrada and Saint Leodegarius is his great uncle.
Milo was the son of the Leudwinus of Trier and Willigard of Bavaria. He was born a nobleman and later styled Count of Trier.
His brother was Wido (Gui), Count of Hornbach.Chrotrude, Duchess of Austrasia (Rotrude), was apparently his sister.
He received a monastic education as was the custom for Medieval noblemen and Milo became an ordained Benedictine monk. Prior to his ecclesiastical career, Milo also had a military career, something he had in common with his brother-in-law Charles Martel.
As the scion of one of the most powerful Frankish clans in Austrasia, Milo's future seemed secure. He succeeded his father as Archbishop of Trier become the third generation of his family to hold this position.
Azra was a rock band from Zagreb (Croatia) that was popular across Yugoslavia in the 1980s. Azra was formed in 1977 by its frontman Branimir "Johnny" Štulić. The other two members of the original line-up were Mišo Hrnjak (bass) and Boris Leiner (drums). The band is named after a verse from "Der Asra" by Heinrich Heine. They are considered to be one of the most influential bands from the former Yugoslav new wave rock era and the Yugoslav Rock scene in general.
They released their first single in 1979 with songs "Balkan" and "A šta da radim". The first album named Azra was published in 1980 and achieved commercial success and popularized Azra in former Yugoslavia. Second album Azra released in 1981. Azra recorded its last studio album Između krajnosti (Between the Extremes) in 1987. In 1988 the band recorded 4LP live album under the name Zadovoljština (Satisfaction), after which Štulić disbanded the band. Štulić recorded three more solo albums since moving to Netherlands, where he currently lives in seclusion. A 2003 rock documentary, Sretno dijete depicts Azra as the locus of the rock scene in the former Yugoslavia during the 1980s, along with Bijelo dugme. Even today, Azra remains very popular among youth in the countries of former Yugoslavia.
Azra is a given name. Notable people with the name include:
Azra is the debut album of the Yugoslav/Croatian rock band Azra, released through Jugoton in 1980.
All music and lyrics written by Branimir Štulić.
It starts as one festering feeling
The kind that cuts from the flesh down to the soul
No way to make amends for the time behind the door
Street lights feed lies straight to the mind of the
wishful wanderer
How could he give up?
No second chances to say goodbye.
Wrapped in this cold, nostalgic energy from the cries
of the ones who are
Buried
Ascend beyond.
Life is ruthless and shot full of pain.
It lifts you up, leaves you out in the rain,
And it hurts just to know that you're not coming back
again.
I will miss you my friend
Memories like a slug to the brain
Paint the walls with a love that will stain the darkest
of nights
You left to join the stars and I cannot shake this off
my chest.
In death we grieve 'till all hell predicted from this
realm
In time we will meet again.
Suddenly I can feel the connection between dimension
ties
Open gut on the floor. Trembling down to the core.
What is this?
It's been a long ride without you
I'm lost inside my own world.
There's not a single day where I've feigned the
acceptance,
But it's a somber stroll down this road that we call
life.
The silence still is crawling out of my sedated sight.
How can I be free?
Wrapped in this cold, nostalgic energy from the cries
of the ones who are
Buried
Ascend beyond.
Life is ruthless and shot full of pain.
It lifts you up, leaves you out in the rain,
And it hurts just to know that you're not coming back
again.
I will miss you my friend
Memories like a slug to the brain
Paint the walls with a love that will stain the darkest
of nights