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epremte

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Deal! a fairy tale for another piece like this

The Dumb Book

by
Hans Christian Andersen

In the high-road which led through a wood stood a solitary farm-house; the road, in fact, ran right through its yard. The sun was shining and all the windows were open; within the house people were very busy. In the yard, in an arbour formed by lilac bushes in full bloom, stood an open coffin; thither they had carried a dead man, who was to be buried that very afternoon. Nobody shed a tear over him; his face was covered over with a white cloth, under his head they had placed a large thick book, the leaves of which consisted of folded sheets of blotting-paper, and withered flowers lay between them; it was the herbarium which he had gathered in various places and was to be buried with him, according to his own wish. Every one of the flowers in it was connected with some chapter of his life.

“Who is the dead man?” we asked.

“The old student,” was the reply. “They say that he was once an energetic young man, that he studied the dead languages, and sang and even composed many songs; then something had happened to him, and in consequence of this he gave himself up to drink, body and mind. When at last he had ruined his health, they brought him into the country, where someone paid for his board and residence. He was gentle as a child as long as the sullen mood did not come over him; but when it came he was fierce, became as strong as a giant, and ran about in the wood like a chased deer. But when we succeeded in bringing him home, and prevailed upon him to open the book with the dried-up plants in it, he would sometimes sit for a whole day looking at this or that plant, while frequently the tears rolled over his cheeks. God knows what was in his mind; but he requested us to put the book into his coffin, and now he lies there. In a little while the lid will be placed upon the coffin, and he will have sweet rest in the grave!”

The cloth which covered his face was lifted up; the dead man’s face expressed peace—a sunbeam fell upon it. A swallow flew with the swiftness of an arrow into the arbour, turning in its flight, and twittered over the dead man’s head.

What a strange feeling it is—surely we all know it—to look through old letters of our young days; a different life rises up out of the past, as it were, with all its hopes and sorrows. How many of the people with whom in those days we used to be on intimate terms appear to us as if dead, and yet they are still alive—only we have not thought of them for such a long time, whom we imagined we should retain in our memories for ever, and share every joy and sorrow with them.

The withered oak leaf in the book here recalled the friend, the schoolfellow, who was to be his friend for life. He fixed the leaf to the student’s cap in the green wood, when they vowed eternal friendship. Where does he dwell now? The leaf is kept, but the friendship does no longer exist. Here is a foreign hothouse plant, too tender for the gardens of the North. It is almost as if its leaves still smelt sweet! She gave it to him out of her own garden—a nobleman’s daughter.

Here is a water-lily that he had plucked himself, and watered with salt tears—a lily of sweet water. And here is a nettle: what may its leaves tell us? What might he have thought when he plucked and kept it? Here is a little snowdrop out of the solitary wood; here is an evergreen from the flower-pot at the tavern; and here is a simple blade of grass.

The lilac bends its fresh fragrant flowers over the dead man’s head; the swallow passes again—“twit, twit;” now the men come with hammer and nails, the lid is placed over the dead man, while his head rests on the dumb book—so long cherished, now closed for ever!
 

bebi

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Hard to follow... now... after that fairy tale, but here is a piece of my very first essay. /pf/images/graemlins/angel.gif
It was about the impressionists, particularly about E. Manet.

... It seems that Manet likes riddles as well. This becomes a fact when we get introduced to his masterly canvas Bar at the Folies-Bergere (1882).
But, not for the first time, his painting does not get understood. As soon as it was showed at the Salon, it was ridiculed for the "mistake" of failing to show the customer, who is reflected on the mirror, infront of the bar. The first thing that warms me looking at this painting is that "caress" that the artist uses in his painting. The innocent look of the girl surrounded with the noisy humanity is a little detail conducting us to some beauty that not very often we notice. Around her is so much going on, people drinking and enjoying an acrobatic display, meanwhile she is so still and melancholic that she has more in common with the loving painted objects on the bar then with the rest of the humanity. This painting leads me to a conclusion that there are so many little things that we do not take notice most of the time, because we live in a such busy world.
It is also a proof of some innocent naturalism, that is still around us.

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abs

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eniad

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<font color="brown">
I wish for you one thing, and that is love:
Love for life, and pure, unfettered joy
At being here upon this vivid earth.

May great pleasure come from giving pleasure,
And love that streams out from your burning heart
Light the darkened world and make it bloom.

I wish you to be loved both well and long
By all those whom you love; that these be many,
Among whom, not the least, might be yourself.

May you love the beautiful and good,
And always act with honesty and justice,
Being what you would that others be.

But most of all, I wish for you a love
Into which your love might plunge and drown,
An ocean in which you might live and breathe.

(Anonymous)

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alinos

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Only You
Only you
I choose among the entire world.
Is it fair of you
letting me be unhappy?

My heart is a pen in your hand.
It is all up to you
to write me happy or sad.

I see only what you reveal
and live as you say.
All my feelings have the color
you desire to paint.

From the beginning to the end,
no one but you.

Please make my future
better than the past.

When you hide I change
to a Godless person,
and when you appear,
I find my faith.

Don't expect to find
any more in me
than what you give.

Don't search for
hidden pockets because
I've shown you that
all I have is all you gave.
 
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harap

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Ja edhe nje dedikim per Lezbiket

Please
Come back to me, Gongyla, here tonight,
You, my rose, with your Lydian lyre.
There hovers forever around you delight:
A beauty desired.

Even your garment plunders my eyes.
I am enchanted: I who once
Complained to the Cyprus-born goddess,
Whom I now beseech

Never to let this lose me grace
But rather bring you back to me:
Amongst all mortal women the one
I most wish to see.
 

ana karenina

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Pjese nga dedikimi i Bajronit per Don Zhuanin /pf/images/graemlins/winkwink.gif

You, Bob! are rather insolent, you know,
At being disappointed in your wish
To supersede all warblers here below,
And be the only Blackbird in the dish;
And then you overstrain yourself, or so,
And tumble downward like the flying fish
Gasping on deck, because you soar too high, Bob,
And fall, for lack of moisture quite a-dry, Bob!
 

Kordelja

Valoris scriptorum
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Postuar nga Gurax

When it comes - thus!
When it goes - thus!
Both coming and going occur each day.
The words I am speaking now - thus!


Till now I thought
that death befell
the untalented alone.
If those with talent, too, must die
surely they make a better manure?

<font color="purple">P.s.Gurax kerkoj ndjese qe shkrimi ka perfudnuar pa dashje i fshire! </font>
 

Kordelja

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Postuar nga DAHNLIA

Le vent l'emportera
Tout disparaîtra
Le vent nous portera

Ce parfum de nos années mortes
Ceux qui peuvent frapper à ta porte
Infinité de destin
On en pose un, qu'est-ce qu'on en retient?

Le vent l'emportera

Pendant que la marée monte
Et que chacun refait ses comptes
J'emmène au creux de mon ombre
Des poussières de toi

Le vent les portera
Tout disparaîtra
Le vent nous portera


<font color="red"> P.s.DAHLIA te kerkoj ndjese po ashtu edhe ty pasi nuk ishte qellimi te fshiheshin shkrimet brenda teme dhe decente. </font>
 
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Scorpion

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Po mua pse me fshini postimet ketu, apo duhet te shkruaj dhe une ne Frengjisht e Anglisht si disa...
 

alinos

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as I don't dare parting on farewells...

<font color="green"> Goodbye!

FALLING leaf and fading tree,
Lines of white in a sullen sea,
Shadows rising on you and me;
Shadows rising on you and me;
The swallows are making them ready to fly,
Wheeling out on a windy sky.
Goodbye Summer! Goodbye! Goodbye!
Goodbye Summer! Goodbye! Goodbye!

Hush! a voice from the far away!
"Listen and learn," it seems to say,
"All the tomorrows shall be as today."
"All the tomorrows shall be as today."
The cord is frayed, the cruse is dry,
The link must break, and the lamp must die --
Goodbye to Hope! Goodbye! Goodbye!
Goodbye to Hope! Goodbye! Goodbye!

What are we waiting for? Oh, my heart!
Kiss me straight on the brows! and part again!
Again! my heart! my heart! What are we waiting for, you and I?
A pleading look, a stifled cry.
Goodbye, forever! Goodbye, forever!
Goodbye! Goodbye! Goodbye!

George John Whyte-Melville </font>
 

zog

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</font><blockquote><font class="small">Citim:</font><hr />
Postuar nga DAHNLIA

Le vent l'emportera
Tout disparaîtra
Le vent nous portera

Ce parfum de nos années mortes
Ceux qui peuvent frapper à ta porte
Infinité de destin
On en pose un, qu'est-ce qu'on en retient?

Le vent l'emportera

Pendant que la marée monte
Et que chacun refait ses comptes
J'emmène au creux de mon ombre
Des poussières de toi

Le vent les portera
Tout disparaîtra
Le vent nous portera


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per ata qe duan ta degjojne kete kenge te Noir Desir po e vendos ketu: Le vent nous portera

me kete rast i pershendes te gjithe anetaret e albforumit e sidomos ata qe me jane te shtrenjte. /pf/images/graemlins/smile.gif
 

dahlia

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</font><blockquote><font class="small">Citim:</font><hr />
</font><blockquote><font class="small">Citim:</font><hr />
Postuar nga DAHNLIA

Le vent l'emportera
Tout disparaîtra
Le vent nous portera

Ce parfum de nos années mortes
Ceux qui peuvent frapper à ta porte
Infinité de destin
On en pose un, qu'est-ce qu'on en retient?

Le vent l'emportera

Pendant que la marée monte
Et que chacun refait ses comptes
J'emmène au creux de mon ombre
Des poussières de toi

Le vent les portera
Tout disparaîtra
Le vent nous portera


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per ata qe duan ta degjojne kete kenge te Noir Desir po e vendos ketu: Le vent nous portera

me kete rast i pershendes te gjithe anetaret e albforumit e sidomos ata qe me jane te shtrenjte. /pf/images/graemlins/smile.gif

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Zog faleminderit qe vendose kengen ne forum ;
Eshte nje nder te preferuarat e mia dhe çuditerisht ka lidhje me nje teme tjeter(te kujtohet) /pf/images/graemlins/laugh.gif
Une doja te pershendesja nje shok por nuk dija te vendosja kengen ne AF; Ti e bere flm
 

abs

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aswad

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Happiness and Vision - Goethe
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Together at the altar we
In vision oft were seen by thee,

Thyself as bride, as bridegroom I.
Oft from thy mouth full many a kiss
In an unguarded hour of bliss

I then would steal, while none were by.

The purest rapture we then knew,
The joy those happy hours gave too,

When tasted, fled, as time fleets on.
What now avails my joy to me?
Like dreams the warmest kisses flee,

Like kisses, soon all joys are gone.
 

William Wallas

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Sikur

Sikur te mund te mos luash mendsh edhe atehere
Kur te gjithe jane cmendur e fajin ta lene ne dere
Sikur te mund te besosh ne vete pa e bere qejfin qeder
Kur te gjithe te thane genjeshtar, i pafe, i pabese e pa nder
Sikur te mund te presesh e shpresa te mos thahet prej se thati
A kur te genjejne te mos perlyesh me rrena
A kur te urrejne te mos shterret shpirti prej mjalti
E prape te mos ngjash fort i mire e fjalet te mos thone c’kane brenda

Sikur te mund te mendosh pa tu harlisur mendia
Sikur te mund te zhytesh per jete ne gaz e trishtime
Pa tu dehur shpirti, pa tu dridhur zemra
Sikur te jesh burre ta shohesh te verteten qe the te shfytyruar
Me leqe kuthuar, ku zene qafen te marret
E prap te jesh burre te durosh rrenimin e vepres sate te praruar
E prap te ngrihesh e pa barna t’ia mbyllesh trupit plaget
Sikur te mund ti ngarkosh shpin e qiell me lavdi
E per pese para spec t’ua vesh flaken
Te mbetesh rrase ne diell e nga fillimi t’ia nisesh perseri
Pa folur kurre nje gjyse fjale per mandaten
Sikur vepra jote te mund te merrte ne krahe perpjete
Edhe kur te t’kene lene dora, kemba, zemra, mendia
E ne terr te ecesh buze gremines se shkrete
Pa u rrezuar e trimerine pa ta marre etja
Sikur te mund te rrish me qente pa mesuar te lehesh
A te rrosh me lane pa te ardhur egersire
Sikur faqe miqsh e armiqsh njelloj te mund te qeshesh
Sikur te gjithe njerezit te mund ti duash pa tepri
Sikur me vrap minutes t’ia marresh shpirtin
E sekondat e saj t’I kthesh ne djepe punesh te arrira
Toka do te jepet para teje e ka per ta dhane gjirin
Do te jete njeri, biri im, e kjo eshte me e mira ... !!!

Atyre me siper !!!
 

abs

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Me mori aaaaaaq shume Malli /pf/images/graemlins/wub.gif /pf/images/graemlins/wub.gif /pf/images/graemlins/wub.gif
Love youuu /pf/images/graemlins/kiss.gif /pf/images/graemlins/kiss.gif /pf/images/graemlins/kiss.gif



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<font color="pink"> ...asnjehre s`u `pangopa`...
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marina s.

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<font color="red"> Mignon

Chi ha provato il dolore
del distacco,sa quanto
io soffro.
Triste e sola,nel cielo
punto ansioso lo sguardo
laggiù.Il cuore che m'ama,
che mi ha cara,è lontano.
Mancar mi sento,bruciano
le viscere.
Soltanto
chi conosce la nostalgia,
il mio patir comprende. </font>

Gete


Lo dedico ad un amico...i pershtatet me gjendjen shpirterore.
 

belle

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Re: Dedikime

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Sa shume jane pikat e shiut,
sa zogj kendojne ne cdo agim?
Sa kenge u thuren per dashurine?
Aq here te kam zemer,
shpirti im! /pf/images/graemlins/wub.gif
 
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