March 2012
105 posts
I still remember...
I still remember that amazing moment
You have appeared before my sight
As though a brief and fleeting omen,
Pure phantom in enchanting light.
Locked in depression’s hopeless captive,
In haste of clamorous processions,
I heard your voice— soft and attractive.
And dreamt of your beloved expressions.
Listen
Pedro Infante - Historia de un amor
the two of us
Whenever I think of you
I feel closest to eternity,
I exist and you exist
That’s all that matters,
My life and your life
Merge and melt into one
Return to where they began,
All our differences disappear,
For us everything is perfectly defined,
There’s no battle of the sexes,
There’s faith and devotion, passion and freedom,
All the facets of human beings in union,
“If any man wish to write in a clear style, let him be first clear in his thoughts; and if any would write in a noble style, let him first possess a noble soul.”
—Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
our revels now are ended
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
William Shakespeare, The Tempest
I don't like
I don’t like the fatal outcome
I never get tired of life;
I don’t like any time of the year
When I don’t sing happy songs.
I don’t like cold cynicism,
I don’t believe in exaltation, and also
I don’t like when a stranger reads my letters
Glancing over my shoulder.
you say that you love rain
You say that you love rain, but you open your umbrella when it rains. You say that you love the sun, but you find a shadow spot when the sun shines. You say that you love the wind, but you close your windows when wind blows. This is why I am afraid, you say that you love me too.
William Shakespeare
Listen
Serguei Prokofiev - Romeo & Juliet “Dance of the Knights”
“But already my desire and my will
were being turned like a wheel, all at one speed,
by the Love which moves the sun and the other stars.” —Dante Alighieri
were being turned like a wheel, all at one speed,
by the Love which moves the sun and the other stars.” —Dante Alighieri
six mistakes
Six mistakes mankind keeps making century after century:
Believing that personal gain is made by crushing others;
Worrying about things that cannot be changed or corrected;
Insisting that a thing is impossible because we cannot accomplish it;
Refusing to set aside trivial preferences;
Neglecting development and refinement of the mind;
Attempting to compel others to believe and live as we do.
Marcus Tullius Cicero
if
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
Play
2:49
the white man and snake
A white man, it is said, met Snake upon whom a large stone had fallen and covered her so that she could not rise. The White Man lifted the stone off Snake, but when he had done so, she wanted to bite him. The White Man said, ” Stop! let us both go first to some wise people.” They went to Hyena, and the White Man asked him, “Is it right that Snake should want to bite me, when I helped her as she lay under a stone and could not rise?” Hyena (who thought he would get his share of the White Man’s body)
“In our play we reveal what kind of people we are.”
—Ovid
the holy longing
Tell a wise person, or else keep silent,
because the mass man will mock it right away.
I praise what is truly alive,
what longs to be burned to death.
In the calm water of the love-nights,
where you were begotten, where you have begotten,
a strange feeling comes over you,
when you see the silent candle burning.
Listen
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart - Lacrimosa
(Requiem, D minor)
Sculpture - La Danaïde, Auguste Rodin
