29.03.2006.
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- Sat, I sat, I sat my way through the nighttime
The sound, the pleasant resonance of the stealing thief
The scent of rigid paper tapping on the wooden pavement
Whispers in the dark depth fill the athmosphere
They soft speak my name and soft cry in their madness
Confusing my thoughts, see them pour out.
…
Passions of rain, or moods in falling snow;
Grievings in loneliness, or unsubdued
Elations when the forest blooms; gusty
Emotions on wet roads on autumn nights;
All pleasures and all pains, remembering
The bough of summer and the winter branch.
These are the measure destined for her soul.
Klik na njihove misli.
>DsK, moja najdraža engleska kolegica, supripovjedač u galskim kontemplacijama i second voice u čitanju pjesama
>Boris, ugodna atmosfera i pametni, poučni tekstovi. i knjige! :)
>Luka, koji je započeo svoje vlastito putovanje..
>Rapttor, čovjek koji je pao na vozačkom i tako će ostati zapamćen *zlobno hihotanje*
>Crvena pribadača, veselo, originalno, i, no dobro, nonšalantno stvorenje
>Aibreann
>Fallen soul
>Csirke, umjetnica riječi i slika
>Catcher, doušnik Oka
Knjiga, draga, vječna konstanta u mojem životu.
Klik na Pjesnike.
Idoli: Oscar Wilde, T.S. Eliot, Wallace Stevens, Cummings
Now that lilacs are in bloom
She has a bowl of lilacs in her room
And twists one in her fingers while she talks.
"Ah, my friend, you do not know, you do not know
What life is, you should hold it in your hands";
(Slowly twisting the lilac stalks)
"You let it flow from you, you let it flow,
And youth is cruel and has no remorse
And smiles at situations which it cannot see."
A smile, of course
And go on drinking tea.
Out of his mouth a red, red rose!
Out of his heart a white!
O Roma, Roma, at thy feet
I lay this barren gift of song!
For, ah! the way is steep and long
That leads unto thy sacred street.
Ma il mondo e una palla
e una palla di vetro
se ci guardi dentro
e come un grande presepio
e li ci siam noi
statue di vetro
ombre nel sole
sguardi, gesti, respiri, parole
ma quando uno si infiamma
e ha come un chiodo nel cuore
questo e solo l'amore-
Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me? And why should I not speak to you?
-Walt Whitman-
Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination.
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I love acting. It is so much more real than life.
-Oscar Wilde-
Pronašao sam definiciju Lijepog - svojeg Lijepog. To je nešto vatreno i tužno, malko maglovito, što daje maha nagađanju... Misterij, žaljenje također su obilježja Lijepog.
-Charles Baudelaire-
Mejl mejl.
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