Monday, April 16, 2007
Sunday, April 08, 2007
Invictus
OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
[William Ernest Henley]
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
[William Ernest Henley]
Friday, April 06, 2007
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Monday, March 26, 2007
Monday, March 19, 2007
Les chiens et les lions
لا تأسفن على حال الزمان لطالما...رقصت على جثث الأسود الكلاب
لا تحسبن برقصها تعلو على أسيادها...تبقى الأسودُ أسودٌ و الكلاب كلاب
[Inconnu]
لا تحسبن برقصها تعلو على أسيادها...تبقى الأسودُ أسودٌ و الكلاب كلاب
[Inconnu]
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Friday, March 09, 2007
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Je crois entendre encore
Je crois entendre encore
Cache sous les palmiers
Sa voix tendre et sonore
Comme un chant de ramiers.
Oh nuit enchanteresse
Divin ravissement
Oh souvenir charmant,
Folle ivresse, doux rêve!
Aux clartés des étoiles
Je crois encore la voir
Entrouvrir ses longs voiles
Aux vents tièdes du soir.
Oh nuit enchanteresse
Divin ravissement
Oh souvenir charmant
Folle ivresse, doux rêve!
Charmant Souvenir!
Charmant Souvenir!
[Georges Bizet - Les Pêcheurs de Perles]
Cache sous les palmiers
Sa voix tendre et sonore
Comme un chant de ramiers.
Oh nuit enchanteresse
Divin ravissement
Oh souvenir charmant,
Folle ivresse, doux rêve!
Aux clartés des étoiles
Je crois encore la voir
Entrouvrir ses longs voiles
Aux vents tièdes du soir.
Oh nuit enchanteresse
Divin ravissement
Oh souvenir charmant
Folle ivresse, doux rêve!
Charmant Souvenir!
Charmant Souvenir!
[Georges Bizet - Les Pêcheurs de Perles]
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Mi par d'udire ancora
Mi par d'udire ancora,
o scosa in mezzo ai fior,
la voce sua talora,
sospirare l'amor!
O notte di carezze,
gioir che non ha fin,
O sovvenir divin!
Folli ebbrezze del sogno, sogno d'amor!
Dalle stelle del cielo,
Altro menar che da lei,
La veggio d'ogni velo,
Prender li per le ser!
O notte di carezze!
gioir che non ha fin!
O sovvenir divin!
Folli ebbrezze del sogno, sogno d'amor!
divin sovvenir, divin sovvenir!
[Georges Bizet - I Pescatori Di Perle]
o scosa in mezzo ai fior,
la voce sua talora,
sospirare l'amor!
O notte di carezze,
gioir che non ha fin,
O sovvenir divin!
Folli ebbrezze del sogno, sogno d'amor!
Dalle stelle del cielo,
Altro menar che da lei,
La veggio d'ogni velo,
Prender li per le ser!
O notte di carezze!
gioir che non ha fin!
O sovvenir divin!
Folli ebbrezze del sogno, sogno d'amor!
divin sovvenir, divin sovvenir!
[Georges Bizet - I Pescatori Di Perle]
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