Dedikime
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alinos
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Re: Dedikime
:lol: jo jo s'ka c'te duhet! /pf/images/graemlins/laugh.gif
ketu poshte per wishful thinking derisa te kthehet ne nje dull pain (remember!) /pf/images/graemlins/wink.gif
everytime i feel alone
i can blame it on you
and i do
you got me like a loaded gun,
golden sun,
and skies so blue
we both know
that we want it
but we both know
you left me no choice
chaque fois que tu t'en vas
you just bring me down
je pretends que tout va bien
so I'm counting my tears
till I get over you
sometimes i watch the world go by
i wonder what it was like
to wake up every single day, smile on your face
you never try
we both know
we can't change it
but we both know
we'll just have to face it
chaque fois que tu t'en vas
you just bring me down
je pretends que tout va bien
so I'm counting my tears
till I get over you
if only i could give you up
would i want to let you
off of this soapbox, baby?
we both know
that we want it
but we both know
you left me no choice
chaque fois que tu t'en vas
you just bring me down
je pretends que tout va bien
so I'm counting my tears
till I get over you
chaque fois que tu t'en vas
je pretends que tout va bien
we both know
that i'm not over you
i'm not over you
:lol: jo jo s'ka c'te duhet! /pf/images/graemlins/laugh.gif
ketu poshte per wishful thinking derisa te kthehet ne nje dull pain (remember!) /pf/images/graemlins/wink.gif
everytime i feel alone
i can blame it on you
and i do
you got me like a loaded gun,
golden sun,
and skies so blue
we both know
that we want it
but we both know
you left me no choice
chaque fois que tu t'en vas
you just bring me down
je pretends que tout va bien
so I'm counting my tears
till I get over you
sometimes i watch the world go by
i wonder what it was like
to wake up every single day, smile on your face
you never try
we both know
we can't change it
but we both know
we'll just have to face it
chaque fois que tu t'en vas
you just bring me down
je pretends que tout va bien
so I'm counting my tears
till I get over you
if only i could give you up
would i want to let you
off of this soapbox, baby?
we both know
that we want it
but we both know
you left me no choice
chaque fois que tu t'en vas
you just bring me down
je pretends que tout va bien
so I'm counting my tears
till I get over you
chaque fois que tu t'en vas
je pretends que tout va bien
we both know
that i'm not over you
i'm not over you
Re: Dedikime
After Many Days
I WONDER if with you, as it is with me,
If under your slipping words, that easily flow
About you as a garment, easily,
Your violent heart beats to and fro!
Long have I waited, never once confessed,
Even to myself, how bitter the separation;
Now, being come again, how make the best
Reparation?
If I could cast this clothing off from me,
If I could lift my naked self to you,
Of if only you would repulse me, a wound would be
Good; it would let the ache come through.
But that you hold me still so kindly cold
Aloof my floating heart will not allow;
Yea, but I loathe you that you should withhold
Your pleasure now.
D.H. Lawrence
P.S. Do you see why it is painful... it's untold. And sometimes, in the future, I perhaps will indeed be over it, but it will ache somehow.... /pf/images/graemlins/frown.gif
After Many Days
I WONDER if with you, as it is with me,
If under your slipping words, that easily flow
About you as a garment, easily,
Your violent heart beats to and fro!
Long have I waited, never once confessed,
Even to myself, how bitter the separation;
Now, being come again, how make the best
Reparation?
If I could cast this clothing off from me,
If I could lift my naked self to you,
Of if only you would repulse me, a wound would be
Good; it would let the ache come through.
But that you hold me still so kindly cold
Aloof my floating heart will not allow;
Yea, but I loathe you that you should withhold
Your pleasure now.
D.H. Lawrence
P.S. Do you see why it is painful... it's untold. And sometimes, in the future, I perhaps will indeed be over it, but it will ache somehow.... /pf/images/graemlins/frown.gif
alinos
Forumium maestatis
Re: Dedikime
yeah! Reading an untold truth makes me feel like Cassandra...
Edwin Arlington Robinson - Cassandra
I heard one who said: "Verily,
What word have I for children here?
Your Dollar is your only Word,
The wrath of it your only fear.
"You build it altars tall enough
To make you see but you are blind;
You cannot leave it long enough
To look before you or behind.
"When Reason beckons you to pause,
You laugh and say that you know best;
But what it is you know, you keep
As dark as ingots in a chest.
"You laugh and answer, 'We are young;
Oh, leave us now, and let us grow:'
Not asking how much more of this
Will Time endure or Fate bestow.
"Because a few complacent years
Have made your peril of your pride,
Think you that you are to go on
Forever pampered and untried?
"What lost eclipse of history,
What bivouac of the marching stars,
Has given the sign for you to see
Milleniums and last great wars?
"What unrecorded overthrow
Of all the world has ever known,
Or ever been, has made itself
So plain to you, and you alone?
"Your Dollar, Dove, and Eagle make
A Trinity that even you
Rate higher than you rate yourselves;
It pays, it flatters, and it's new.
"And though your very flesh and blood
Be what the Eagle eats and drinks,
You'll praise him for the best of birds,
Not knowing what the eagle thinks.
"The power is yours, but not the sight;
You see not upon what you tread;
You have the ages for your guide,
But not the wisdom to be led.
"Think you to tread forever down
The merciless old verities?
And are you never to have eyes
To see the world for what it is?
"Are you to pay for what you have
With all you are?"--No other word
We caught, but with a laughing crowd
Moved on. None heeded, and few heard.
yeah! Reading an untold truth makes me feel like Cassandra...
Edwin Arlington Robinson - Cassandra
I heard one who said: "Verily,
What word have I for children here?
Your Dollar is your only Word,
The wrath of it your only fear.
"You build it altars tall enough
To make you see but you are blind;
You cannot leave it long enough
To look before you or behind.
"When Reason beckons you to pause,
You laugh and say that you know best;
But what it is you know, you keep
As dark as ingots in a chest.
"You laugh and answer, 'We are young;
Oh, leave us now, and let us grow:'
Not asking how much more of this
Will Time endure or Fate bestow.
"Because a few complacent years
Have made your peril of your pride,
Think you that you are to go on
Forever pampered and untried?
"What lost eclipse of history,
What bivouac of the marching stars,
Has given the sign for you to see
Milleniums and last great wars?
"What unrecorded overthrow
Of all the world has ever known,
Or ever been, has made itself
So plain to you, and you alone?
"Your Dollar, Dove, and Eagle make
A Trinity that even you
Rate higher than you rate yourselves;
It pays, it flatters, and it's new.
"And though your very flesh and blood
Be what the Eagle eats and drinks,
You'll praise him for the best of birds,
Not knowing what the eagle thinks.
"The power is yours, but not the sight;
You see not upon what you tread;
You have the ages for your guide,
But not the wisdom to be led.
"Think you to tread forever down
The merciless old verities?
And are you never to have eyes
To see the world for what it is?
"Are you to pay for what you have
With all you are?"--No other word
We caught, but with a laughing crowd
Moved on. None heeded, and few heard.
alinos
Forumium maestatis
Re: Dedikime
De Profundis
OH why is heaven built so far,
Oh why is earth set so remote?
I cannot reach the nearest star
That hangs afloat.
I would not care to reach the moon,
One round monotonous of change;
Yet even she repeats her tune
Beyond my range.
I never watch the scatter'd fire
Of stars, or sun's far-trailing train,
But all my heart is one desire,
And all in vain:
For I am bound with fleshly bands,
Joy, beauty, lie beyond my scope;
I strain my heart, I stretch my hands,
And catch at hope.
Christina Rossetti
to a spoiled wishful thinking...
De Profundis
OH why is heaven built so far,
Oh why is earth set so remote?
I cannot reach the nearest star
That hangs afloat.
I would not care to reach the moon,
One round monotonous of change;
Yet even she repeats her tune
Beyond my range.
I never watch the scatter'd fire
Of stars, or sun's far-trailing train,
But all my heart is one desire,
And all in vain:
For I am bound with fleshly bands,
Joy, beauty, lie beyond my scope;
I strain my heart, I stretch my hands,
And catch at hope.
Christina Rossetti
to a spoiled wishful thinking...
Re: Dedikime
Kujtoj me mall nje çast gezimi - Aleksander Pushkin
Kujtoj me mall nje çast gezimi,
Perpara sysh mu shfaqe ti;
Si vezullim i nje vegimi,
Si engjell plot me bukuri.
N'andralla jete zhurmekote,
Me dhimbje brengash e merzi;
Me grishte larg fytyra jote,
Dhe zeri yt plot embelsi.
Nga shqote e koherave qe shkuan,
Keshtjell' e endrrave mu shemb;
Me mjegull vitet ma mbuluan,
Fytyren tende, zerin tend.
ç'i ngrysa ditet gjithe brenge,
I zymte dhe ne shkreteti;
Pa perendi, pa shprese e kenge,
Pa lote, jete e dashuri.
Por ja! Me shkrepi prap agimi,
Se perseri u shfaqe ti;
Si vezullim i nje vegimi,
Si engjell plot me bukuri.
Dhe rreh me gaz kjo zemra ime,
Sepse ju kthyen perseri;
Dhe perendi, dhe frymezime,
Dhe lote, e jete, e dashuri.
`cause miracles happen to those who believe in them! /pf/images/graemlins/smile.gif
Kujtoj me mall nje çast gezimi - Aleksander Pushkin
Kujtoj me mall nje çast gezimi,
Perpara sysh mu shfaqe ti;
Si vezullim i nje vegimi,
Si engjell plot me bukuri.
N'andralla jete zhurmekote,
Me dhimbje brengash e merzi;
Me grishte larg fytyra jote,
Dhe zeri yt plot embelsi.
Nga shqote e koherave qe shkuan,
Keshtjell' e endrrave mu shemb;
Me mjegull vitet ma mbuluan,
Fytyren tende, zerin tend.
ç'i ngrysa ditet gjithe brenge,
I zymte dhe ne shkreteti;
Pa perendi, pa shprese e kenge,
Pa lote, jete e dashuri.
Por ja! Me shkrepi prap agimi,
Se perseri u shfaqe ti;
Si vezullim i nje vegimi,
Si engjell plot me bukuri.
Dhe rreh me gaz kjo zemra ime,
Sepse ju kthyen perseri;
Dhe perendi, dhe frymezime,
Dhe lote, e jete, e dashuri.
`cause miracles happen to those who believe in them! /pf/images/graemlins/smile.gif
Re: Dedikime
Fine
La rosa bianca, sola in una coppa
di vetro, nel silenzio si disfoglia
e non sa di morire e ch'io la guardo
morire. Un dopo l'altro si distaccano
i petali; ma intatti: immacolati:
un presso l'altro con un tocco lieve
posano, e stanno: attenti, se un prodigio
li risollevi o li ridoni, ancora
vivi, candidi ancora, al gambo spoglio.
Tal mi sento cadere sul cuore i giorni
del mio tempo fugace: intatti; e il cuore
vorrebbe, ma non può, comporli in una
rosa novella, su più alto stelo.
ADA NEGRI
P.S. Nella, me pelqen ajo ideja e mrekullise. Une po kerkoj nje...... /pf/images/graemlins/smile.gif
Fine
La rosa bianca, sola in una coppa
di vetro, nel silenzio si disfoglia
e non sa di morire e ch'io la guardo
morire. Un dopo l'altro si distaccano
i petali; ma intatti: immacolati:
un presso l'altro con un tocco lieve
posano, e stanno: attenti, se un prodigio
li risollevi o li ridoni, ancora
vivi, candidi ancora, al gambo spoglio.
Tal mi sento cadere sul cuore i giorni
del mio tempo fugace: intatti; e il cuore
vorrebbe, ma non può, comporli in una
rosa novella, su più alto stelo.
ADA NEGRI
P.S. Nella, me pelqen ajo ideja e mrekullise. Une po kerkoj nje...... /pf/images/graemlins/smile.gif
Re: Dedikime
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Non so se è amor che hai, o amor che fingi,
quello che mi dai. Dammelo. Così mi basta.
Giacché non sono giovane per tempo,
che lo sia almeno per errore.
Poco gli déi ci danno, e il poco è falso.
Però se ce lo danno, sebbene falso, l’offerta
è vera. Accetto.
Chiudo gli occhi: è sufficiente.
Cosa chiedo ancora?
nga F. Pessoa
P.S. Kur te kem kohe do e perkthej per ata qe nuk dine italisht :wave:
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Non so se è amor che hai, o amor che fingi,
quello che mi dai. Dammelo. Così mi basta.
Giacché non sono giovane per tempo,
che lo sia almeno per errore.
Poco gli déi ci danno, e il poco è falso.
Però se ce lo danno, sebbene falso, l’offerta
è vera. Accetto.
Chiudo gli occhi: è sufficiente.
Cosa chiedo ancora?
nga F. Pessoa
P.S. Kur te kem kohe do e perkthej per ata qe nuk dine italisht :wave:
Re: Dedikime
nje tjeter nga Pessoa /pf/images/graemlins/smile.gif
Should somebody one day knock at your door
Announcing he's an emissary of mine,
Never believe him, nor that it is I;
For to knock does not go with my vanglory,
Even at the unreal door of the sky.
But should you, naturally and without hearing
Anyone knock, come to your door, unbar it
And find somebody waiting (it appears)
To dare to knock, give it some thought. It was
My emissary and I and the retinue of my glorying
In what drives to despair and what despairs.
Unbar to who does not knock at your door!
Fernando Pessoa
nje tjeter nga Pessoa /pf/images/graemlins/smile.gif
Should somebody one day knock at your door
Announcing he's an emissary of mine,
Never believe him, nor that it is I;
For to knock does not go with my vanglory,
Even at the unreal door of the sky.
But should you, naturally and without hearing
Anyone knock, come to your door, unbar it
And find somebody waiting (it appears)
To dare to knock, give it some thought. It was
My emissary and I and the retinue of my glorying
In what drives to despair and what despairs.
Unbar to who does not knock at your door!
Fernando Pessoa
Re: Dedikime
UN SOIR
(One Evening) by Apollinaire
An eagle descends from this sky white with archangels
And you sustain me
Let them tremble a long while all these lamps
Pray pray for me
The city’s metallic and it’s the only star
Drowned in your blue eyes
When the tramways run spurting pale fire
Over the twittering birds
And all that trembles in your eyes of my dreams
That a lonely man drinks
Under flames of gas red like a false dawn
O clothed your arm is lifted
See the speaker stick his tongue out at the listeners
A phantom has committed suicide
The apostle of the fig-tree hangs and slowly rots
Let us play this love out then to the end
Bells with clear chimes announce your birth
See
The streets are garlanded and the palms advance
Towards thee
UN SOIR
(One Evening) by Apollinaire
An eagle descends from this sky white with archangels
And you sustain me
Let them tremble a long while all these lamps
Pray pray for me
The city’s metallic and it’s the only star
Drowned in your blue eyes
When the tramways run spurting pale fire
Over the twittering birds
And all that trembles in your eyes of my dreams
That a lonely man drinks
Under flames of gas red like a false dawn
O clothed your arm is lifted
See the speaker stick his tongue out at the listeners
A phantom has committed suicide
The apostle of the fig-tree hangs and slowly rots
Let us play this love out then to the end
Bells with clear chimes announce your birth
See
The streets are garlanded and the palms advance
Towards thee
