Kur mbet' pa fjale...

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Here tjeter, mos m´i hidhni ne kosh poezite,
Fundja, gjermanishten e kam gjuhe te perditshme
dhe jo per hobi /pf/images/graemlins/wink.gif



Ich fahre zärtlich dir durchs Haar
das so seiden, wunderbar
Mal ein Herz auf deine Stirn,
das sich einbrennt in dein Hirn,
berühre deine Brauen wieder
küsse deine Augenlider
kaum wahrnehmbar, so fein, doch auch
du fühlst meines Odems Hauch
umkreise deiner Ohren Muscheln
stell mir vor, mit dir zu kuscheln
mein Finger nun auf deinen Lippen,
möcht von deinem Nektar nippen
hinauf danach, zur Nasenspitze
du fühlst bereits 'ne innre Hitze
meine Lippen auf den Deinen
rieche deinen Duft, den feinen
der mich nahezu betört
so kribbelnd ist mit dir der Flirt
Die Lippen küssen deine Kehle,
die Augen, was ich nicht verhehle
ruhn bereits auf deinen Brüsten
oh, wie diese mich gelüsten
sie sachte, leise zu berühren
meine Zunge hochzuführen
deine Nippel sanft zu necken
ohne dabei anzuecken
sie mal saugen, wieder küssen
ohne je aufhör'n zu müssen
zu spüren, wie sie sich versteifen
danach sie etwas fester greifen
derweil mein Mund nun tiefer wandert,
um deinen Nabel er mäandert
fühlend deine Lust, dein Streben
dein Becken zu mir hoch zu heben
du spürst, es fehlt nun nicht mehr viel
und meine Zunge ist am Ziel
den Venushügel sie erklommen
vor Verlangen du benommen
spürst, wie ins Tal sie niedergleitet
was dir noch mehr Lust bereitet
als deine Knospe sie umkreist
es dich vor Wollust fast zerreist
du rückst mich tief in deinen Schoss
oh, wie ich dies Gefühl genoss
Ich liess mich ganz in dir versinken
und konnte deinen Nektar trinken…

 

[marina s.]

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<font color="blue">L'astrazione Umana


non ci sarebbe più la Pietà
se non rendessimo Povero qualcuno;
e la Compassione non potrebbe più esserci
fossero tutti felici come noi.

ed il mututo timore porta pace,
finchè gli egoistici amori crescono:
allora la Crudeltà intreccia una trapola
e dispone le sue esche con cura.

si siede con sacri terrori
e bagna il terreno di lacrime:
allora l'Umiltà mette radici
sotto il suo piede.

presto si spiega la cupa ombra
del Mistero sulla sua testa,
ed il Verme e la Mosca
si nutrono del Mistero.

e porta il frutto dell'Inganno,
rosso e dolce da mangiare,
ed il Corvo il suo nido ha fatto
nell'ombra più spessa.

gli Dei della terra e del mare
hanno cercato per tutta la natura quest'Albero,
ma tutta la loro ricerca è stata in vano;
ne cresce uno nel Cervello Umano.



William Blake</font>

 

[eniad]

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<font color="brown">
Selections from 'The Prophet'

THEN a woman said, Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow.
And he answered:
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter
rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your
being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very
cup that was burned in the potter's oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit,
the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart
and you shall find it is only that which has given
you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart,
and you shall see that in truth you are weeping
for that which has been your delight.
Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow,"
and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits alone with
you at your board, remember that the other is
asleep upon your bed.
Verily you are suspended like scales
between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at
standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh
his gold and his silver, needs must your joy
or your sorrow rise or fall.

AND a woman spoke, saying, Tell us of Pain.
And he said:
Your pain is the breaking of the shell
that encloses your understanding.
Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its
heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.
And could you keep your heart in wonder
at the daily miracles of your life, your pain
would not seem less wondrous than your joy;
And you would accept the seasons of your
heart, even as you have always accepted
the seasons that pass over your fields.
And you would watch with serenity
through the winters of your grief.
Much of your pain is self-chosen.
It is the bitter potion by which the
physician within you heals your sick self.
Therefore trust the physician, and drink
his remedy in silence and tranquillity:
For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided
by the tender hand of the Unseen,
And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips,
has been fashioned of the clay which the Potter
has moistened with His own sacred tears...

Kahlil Gibran
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[Danae]

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laradash

 

[marina s.]

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<font color="red">Temevo che la furia del mio vento...



Temevo che la furia del mio vento
rovinasse tutti i germogli belli &amp; veri,
e il mio sole è brillato,
ed il mio vento non ha mai soffiato.
Ma un germoglio bello o vero
non fu trovato su nessun albero,
perchè tutti i germogli crebbero &amp; crebbero
senza frutti,falsi,anche se belli da vedere.



William Blake </font>

 

[ana karenina]

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[ana karenina]

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Qe ti ke nje mace ne avatar kete s'e luan as topi, dhe le ta thote kete edhe 0.0001% e forumit /pf/images/graemlins/pickellonja.gif


Vetem kur brenda vetes te vrava
mesova sa e bukur ish vdekja!

(Une nuk te desha kurre... etj)

 

[ana karenina]

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Il tempo se ne va

Quel vestito da dove e' sbucato?
che impressione
vederlo indossato
se ti vede tua madre lo sai
questa sera finiamo nei guai
e' strano ma sei proprio tu
14 anni o un po' di piu'
La tua Barbie e' da un po'
che non l'hai
e il tuo passo e' da
donna oramai.

Al telefono e' sempre segreto
quante cose in un filo di fiato
e vorrei domandarti chi e'
ma lo so che hai vergogna di me
la porta chiusa male e tu
lo specchio il trucco
e il seno in su
e tra poco la sera uscirai
quelle sere non dormiro' mai.

E intanto il tempo se ne va
e non ti senti piu' bambina
si cresce in fretta alla tua eta'
non me ne sono accorto prima
E intanto il tempo se ne va
tra i sogni e le preoccupazioni
le calze a rete han preso gia'
il posto dei calzettoni


Farsi donne e' piu' che normale
ma una figlia
e' una cosa speciale
il ragazzo magari ce l'hai
qualche volta hai gia'
pianto per lui
La gonna un po' corta e poi
malizia in certi gesti tuoi
e tra poco la sera uscirai
quelle sere non dormiro' mai

E intanto il tempo se ne va
e non ti senti piu' bambina
si cresce in fretta alla tua eta'
non me ne sono accorto prima
E intanto il tempo se ne va
tra i sogni e le preoccupazioni
le calze a rete han preso gia'
il posto dei calzettoni.

Ti nuk munde... Kush tjeter vec teje mund ta dije rendesine time?

 

[marina s.]

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Geshtenjez,kete radhe me dhe fjale: e kam shume xhan babin e ime(ele mamin) /pf/images/graemlins/kiss.gif /pf/images/graemlins/kiss.gif

 

[ana karenina]

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Bir Selman i nenes
ke te qaj me pare /pf/images/graemlins/lol.gif

 

[eniad]

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<font color="brown">... Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim grey sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances,
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And is anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

(The Stolen Child - Butler Yeats)
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[alinos]

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Shakespeare
Macbeth's Soliloquies (Part 1)

If it were done when 'tis done... (1.7.1-29).

If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well
It were done quickly: if the assassination
Could trammel up the consequence, and catch
With his surcease success; that but this blow
Might be the be-all and the end-all here,
But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,
We'd jump the life to come. But in these cases
We still have judgment here; that we but teach
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return
To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice
Commends th' ingredience of our poison'd chalice
To our own lips. He's here in double trust;
First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,
Strong both against the deed; then, as his host,
Who should against his murderer shut the door,
Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan
Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
So clear in his great office, that his virtues
Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against
The deep damnation of his taking-off;
And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed
Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself
And falls on th' other -.

 

[alinos]

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Shakespeare
Macbeth's Soliloquies (Part 2)
To be thus is nothing (3.1.47-71)


To be thus is nothing;
But to be safely thus. Our fears in Banquo
Stick deep; and in his royalty of nature
Reigns that which would be fear'd: 'tis much he dares;
And, to that dauntless temper of his mind,
He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour
To act in safety. There is none but he
Whose being I do fear: and, under him,
My Genius is rebuk'd; as, it is said,
Mark Antony's was by Caesar. He chid the sisters
When first they put the name of king upon me,
And bade them speak to him: then prophet-like
They hail'd him father to a line of kings:
Upon my head they plac'd a fruitless crown,
And put a barren sceptre in my gripe,
Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand,
No son of mine succeeding. If 't be so,
For Banquo's issue have I fil'd my mind;
For them the gracious Duncan have I murder'd;
Put rancours in the vessel of my peace
Only for them; and mine eternal jewel
Given to the common enemy of man,
To make them kings, the seeds of Banquo kings!
Rather than so, come fate into the list.
And champion me to the utterance!

 

[eniad]

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<font color="brown">

...Who is this? And what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer;
And they crossed themselves for fear,
All the Knights at Camelot;
But Lancelot mused a little space
He said, "She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
The Lady of Shalott."

(Sir Alfred Tenysson - The lady of Shalot)

...What did you do to her King Arthur, you spoiled the knight's oath, "NEVER ACT UNLESS KNIGHTS SAY SO"...
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[ana karenina]

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E humbem edhe kete mbremje


E humbem edhe kete mbremje
Askush nuk na pa te zene per dore,
kur muzgu i kalter binte mbi bote.

Nga dritarja une pash’
lodrimin e perendimit mbi kodrat e largta.

E pastaj, si nje monedhe,
nje copez dielli u perndez ne duart e mia.

Te kujtova ty me shpirtin e ndrydhur,
me ate trishtim qe ti ke njohur tek une.

Ku ishe ti ne ate kohe?
Me c’njerez?
Cfare fjalesh u thoshe?
Oh, pse me ndodh keshtu: dashuria shperthen pernjeheresh,
kur jam i trishtuar dhe kur ti je larg?

Libri qe marr te lexoj mbremjeve, me ra nga duart,
dhe te kembet e mia, si nje qen i plagosur u rrotullua pelerina.

Gjithnje, gjithnje sapo vjen mbremja ti iken,
Deri ku muzgu bredh duke tretur statujat.

 

[Scorpion]

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Merri duart që të prekin
Merrmi edhe sytë që të shikojnë
Merrma edhe ndjenjën
Që këtu brenda të përvëlon
Merri këmbët që erdhën tek ti......
Merrma dhe mendjen
Që të mendon
Merrma edhe puthjen
Të lutem, merrma edhe jetën

Harroje se ekzistova
Harroje se ekzistova për ty
Harroje se dikur të desha
E të besova unë ata sy
Merri, të gjitha janë të tuat
Se dua t’jesh e lumtur ti
Veten time s’e shikoj
E kam humbur, s’ekziston.

 

[ameba]

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Io son partito poi così d'improvviso
che non ho avuto il tempo di salutare
istante breve ma ancora più breve
se c'è una luce che trafigge il tuo cuore
L'arcobaleno è il mio messaggio d'amore
può darsi un giorno ti riesca a toccare
con i colori si può cancellare
il più avvilente e desolante squallore

Son diventato se il tramonto di sera
e parlo come le foglie d'aprile
e vivrò dentro ad ogni voce sincera
e con gli uccelli vivo il canto sottile
<font color="red"> e il mio discorso più bello e più denso
esprime con il silenzio il suo senso </font>

Io quante cose non avevo capito
che sono chiare come stelle cadenti
e devo dirti che è un piacere infinito
portare queste mie valige pesanti

Mi manchi tanto amico caro davvero
e tante cose son rimaste da dire
ascolta sempre e solo musica vera
e cerca sempre se puoi di capire

Son diventato se il tramonto di sera
e parlo come le foglie d'aprile
e vivrò dentro ad ogni voce sincera
e con gli uccelli vivo il canto sottile
e il mio discorso più bello e più denso
esprime con il silenzio il suo senso

Mi manchi tanto amico caro davvero
e tante cose son rimaste da dire
ascolta sempre e solo musica vera
e cerca sempre se puoi di capire
ascolta sempre e solo musica vera
e cerca sempre se puoi di capire


kjo me te vertete te le pa fjale..........

 

[alinos]

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sono il dolce con fondo amaro
che non mangi più

 

[ameba]

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Day Dreaming

(Day dreamin' and I'm thinkin' of you)
(Day dreamin' and I'm thinkin' of you)
(Day dreamin' and I'm thinkin' of you)
(Day dreamin' and I'm thinkin' of you)
(Look at my heart floating away)

He's the kind of guy that would say
'Hey baby let's get away let's go some place, huh''
Well I don't care
He's the kind of guy that you give your everything
And trust your heart, share all of your love, till death do you part

I want to be what he wants when he wants it, and whenever he needs it
And when he's lonesome and feelin' love starved
I'll be there to feed it
I'm givin' him a little bit for each day
He turns me right on when I hear him say

(Hey baby let's get away, let's go somewhere far
(Baby can we')
Well I don't care
(Hey baby let's get away, let's go somewhere far
(Baby can we')
Well I don't care

I wanna be what he wants when he wants it
And whenever he needs it
When it comes to bein' feelin' loved starved I'll be there to feed it
Lovin him a little bit more each day
It turns me right on when I hear him say

(Hey baby let's get away, let's go somewhere far)
(Baby can we') Well, I don't care
(Hey baby let's get away, let's go somewhere far)
(Baby can we') Well, I don't care

(Day dreamin' and I'm thinkin' of you)
(Day dreamin' and I'm thinkin' of you) hoooo
(Day dreamin' and I'm thinkin' of you)
(Day dreamin' and I'm thinkin' of you)
(Look at my heart, floating away)]

(Day dreaming) day dreaming of you
(Day dreaming)
Thinking of you
fades-
Day....dreaming
Day....dreaming

Aretha Franklin....


<font color="blue"> WooooooooooooooooooW </font>

 

[alinos]

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Love Sonnet XVII
by Pablo Neruda

I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving

but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.