Cita da neve su 5 Dicembre 2006, 23:05

[b:3797dfe4b2]....Solo che immagino che nessuno possa essere sicuro di sapere controllare i sentimenti
ribollono sotto la superficie della vita quotidiana
poi basta a volte uno sguardo per sognare e fiamme inedite o sopite divampano
e il gorgo prende velocità e trascina
chi è che penserebbe a freddo che sia possibile'[/b:3797dfe4b2]

Father Abbot in una vecchia chattata notturna con me. Sempre detto che sei un poeta 😉

Valentina

Cita da morpheus_87 su 10 Dicembre 2006, 22:13

[color=darkblue:2ad3a98e36]Un salût 'e furlanie
Da lis monz insin al mâr
Donge il mâr il sanc dai màrtars
Su lis monz 'l lor altâr.

E la nestre ciare lenghe
Va des monz fin al Timâf:
Rome 'e dis la so liende
Sul confin todesc e sclâf.

Che tu cressis mari lenghe,
Grande e fuarte se Dio ûl,
Che tu slargis la to tende
Su la Cjargne e sul Friûl.

Che tu vadis, mari lenghe
Serie e sclete intôr, intôr;
Tu confuarte dut chest Popul,
Salt, onest, lavoradôr.[/color:2ad3a98e36]

(si sente la mancanza.....).

Cita da Saska su 11 Dicembre 2006, 22:04

'Quando le nostre azioni non fanno di noi dei traditori, ci rendon tali le nostre paure' - William Shakespeare, Macbeth

Cita da morpheus_87 su 12 Dicembre 2006, 23:15

Qui di seguito cito un vero e proprio capolavoro...

Stairway To Heaven

Therès a lady whòs sure all that glitters is gold
And shès buying a stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows
If the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.
Ooh~ooh~ooh Ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh.
And shès buying a stairway to heaven.

Therès a sign on the wall
But she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook therès a songbird who sings
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.

Oooh it makes me wonder.
Oooh it makes me wonder.

Therès a feelin' I get when I look to the west
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke
Through the trees
And the voices of those who stand looching.

Oooh it makes me wonder.
Oooh it really makes me wonder.

And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn for those
Who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.

Oh~ooh whoah~ooh whoah~ooh whoah~ooh
Whoah~hooh~oh~ohh.

If therès a bustle in your hedgerow
Don't be alarmed now
It's just a spring clean for the May queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by,
But in the long run
An' therès still time to change the road yoùre on.

And it makes me wonder.
Ahhh~ah-oh~hoh.

Your head is hummin' and it won't go
In case you don't know
The piper's callin' you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow
And did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind

And as we wind on down the road
Our shadow's taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all-yeah
To be a rock and not to roll.

And shès buying a stairway to heaven.

Cita da Saska su 13 Dicembre 2006, 16:00

Praying for time - George Michael

These are the days of the open hand
They will not be the last
Look around now
These are the days of the beggars and the choosers

This is the year of the hungry man
Whose place is in the past
Hand in hand with ignorance
And legitimate excuses

The rich declare themselves poor
And most of us are not sure
If we have too much
But wèll take our chances
Because god's stopped keeping score
I guess somewhere along the way
He must have let us alt out to play
Turned his back and all god's children
Crept out the back door

And it's hard to love, therès so much to hate
Hanging on to hope
When there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded schies above say it's much too late
Well maybe we should all be praying for time

These are the days of the empty hand
Oh you hold on to what you can
And charity is a coat you wear twice a year

This is the year of the guilty man
Your television takes a stand
And you find that what was over there is over here

So you scream from behind your door
Say "what's mine is mine and not yours"
I may have too much but ìll take my chances
Because god's stopped keeping score
And you cling to the things they sold you
Did you cover your eyes when they told you

That he can't come back
Beacuse he has no children to come back for

It's hard to love therès so much to hate
Hanging on to hope when there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded schies above say it's much too late
So maybe we should all be praying for time

Cita da morpheus_87 su 8 Gennaio 2007, 21:19

[color=darkblue:f2099154ae][b:f2099154ae]'Se il dolore dovrà sopraggiàngere, che ciò avvenga presto,' ho detto. 'Perché ho tutta una vita davanti e devo viverla nel miglior modo possibile. Se lui deve fare una scelta, che faccia subito. Così lo aspetterò. Oppure lo dimenticherò.
Aspettare è doloroso. Dimenticare è doloroso. Ma non sapere quale decisione prendere è la peggiore delle sofferenze.'[/b:f2099154ae][/color:f2099154ae]

Paulo Coelho - Sulla sponda del fiume

Grazie Rowen...

Cita da morpheus_87 su 16 Gennaio 2007, 23:16

[color=indigo:1bf5d648e0][b:1bf5d648e0]Nessun dorma
Nessun dorma

Tu pure, o principessa
nella tua fredda stanza,
guardi le stelle
che tremano d'amore
e di speranza.

Ma il mio mistero è chiuso in me
il nome mio nessun saprà
oh, no!

Sulla tua bocca,
lo dirò.
Quando la luce splenderà!

Ed il mio bacio
scioglierà il silenzio
che ti fa mia.

Dilegua notte!
Tramontate stelle!
Tramontate stelle!
All'alba vincerò,
vincerò,
vincerò![/b:1bf5d648e0][/color:1bf5d648e0]

Cita da mrmean su 18 Gennaio 2007, 22:31

Tu non l'hai detto, ma stavolta lo so anch'io da dove è tratta la citazione

Turandot

Cita da morpheus_87 su 18 Gennaio 2007, 23:31

bravissimo! :ok:

"An die Freude"

O Freunde, nicht diese Töne!
Sondern lasst uns angenehmere
anstimmen und freudenvollere!

Freude, schöner Götterfunken,
Tochter aus Elysium,
Wir betreten feuertrunken,
Himmlische dein Heiligtum.
Deine Zauber binden wieder,
Was die Mode streng geteilt;
Alle Menschen werden Brüder,
Wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt.

Wem der große Wurf gelungen,
Eines Freundes Freund zu sein,
Wer ein holdes Weib errungen,
Mische seine Jubel ein!
Ja - wer auch nur eine Seele
Sein nennt auf dem Erdenrund!
Und wer's nie gekonnt,
der stehle Weinend sich aus diesem Bund!

Freude trinken alle Wesen
An den Brüsten der Natur,
Alle Guten, alle Bösen
Folgen ihre Rosenspur.
Küsse gab sie uns und Reben,
Einen Freund, geprüft im Tod,
Wollust ward dem Wurm gegeben,
Und der Cherub steht vor Gott.

Froh, wie seine Sonnen fliegen
Durch das Himmels prächtigen Plan,
Laufet, Brüder, eure Bahn,
Freudig wie ein Held zum Siegen.

Seid umschlungen, Millionen!
Diesen Kuss der ganzen Welt!
Brüder - überm Sternenzelt
Muss ein lieber Vater wohnen.

Ihr stürzt nieder, Millionen'
Ahnest du den Schöpfer, Welt'
Such ihn überm Sternenzelt,
Über Sternen muss er wohnen.

[ Inno Alla Gioia - Sinfonia N° 9 - Ludwig Van Beethoven ]