Re: Bukuria
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E di cfare, nuk di te them tamam se cfare eshte bukuria. E ka nje perkufizim gramatikor, por mbeten shume abstrakte si fjale. Nejse, une rastisa ne nja dy sonete te Shekspirit dhe nja dy gjera te tjera te vogla qe kane nje lloj filozofie ne lidhje me bukurine.
PS. Sonetet e Shekspirit jane te paperkthyera ne shqip, se s'ma mban /pf/images/graemlins/laugh.gif /pf/images/graemlins/tonguee.gif, per te tjerat, s'i perkthej dot se s'kam kohe /pf/images/graemlins/shrug.gif.
Sonnet CXXVII
In the old age black was not counted fair,
Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name;
But now is black beauty's successive heir,
And beauty slander'd with a bastard shame:
For since each hand hath put on nature's power,
Fairing the foul with art's false borrow'd face,
<font color="red"> Sweet beauty hath no name, no holy bower,
But is profaned, if not lives in disgrace.</font>
Therefore my mistress' brows are raven black,
Her eyes so suited, and they mourners seem
At such who, not born fair, no beauty lack,
Slandering creation with a false esteem:
<font color="brown">Yet so they mourn, becoming of their woe,
That every tongue says beauty should look so. </font>
Sonnet V
Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,
Will play the tyrants to the very same
And that unfair which fairly doth excel:
For never-resting time leads summer on
To hideous winter and confounds him there;
Sap cheque'd with frost and lusty leaves quite gone,
Beauty o'ersnow'd and bareness every where:
Then, were not summer's distillation left,
A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,
Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,
Nor it nor no remembrance what it was:
<font color="red">But flowers distill'd though they with winter meet,
Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet. </font>
William Shakespeare
- Beauty looks like a red-lipsticked smile of confidence, and tastes like wild berries. Beauty sounds like the clickety-clack of high-heeled shoes, the soft melody of a mother’s song. (Elizabeth Arden)
The Truth About Beauty...
If beauty lies
in the eyes of beholders
how then can we know
beauty's
truth...?
Stefan Nesbitt
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