There was an old man from Peru,
Who dreamed he was eating his shoe.
He awoke în the night,
In a terrible fright,
În found, it was perfectly true.
The woman's name (În numele femeii)
Cad lyrics on your body
sunrise in your eyes
, and death is cast in the pit
snow in the bell
of the rising sun in your eyes
and leaps night stars to bed
and I finger my growing flames
when I get back and I'm a man
I drop your stars at night in bed
and death flings-in pit
and all-in heaven have happened to
fall on your body lyrics
Rising sun in your hand
begins a new era love
Popa Man e om cu cap,
Bere bea-n polobocel;
Doar nu-s capră, zice el,
Să mă mulțumesc c-un țap.
Distribuție: Jeff Daniels, Emma Stone, Ryan Reynolds, Lisa Kudrow, Hunter Parrish
A Single Man
Distribuție: Colin Firth, Julianne Moore, Nicholas Hoult, Matthew Goode, Jon Kortajarena
The Tomorrow Man
Distribuție: Corbin Bernsen, Beth Kennedy, Morgan Rusler, Jeanne Cooper, Adam Sutton
The Man Who Wasn't There
Distribuție: Billy Bob Thornton, Frances McDormand, Michael Badalucco, James Gandolfini, Katherine Borowitz
Distribuție: Steve Carell, Tina Fey, Mila Kunis, Mark Wahlberg, James Franco, Leighton Meester, Ray Liotta
Distribuție: Keira Knightley, Sam Worthington, Eva Mendes, Guillaume Canet, Griffin Dunne, Anson Mount, Stephanie Romanov, Scott Adsit, Daniel Eric Gold
Venus and Madonna [Venere și Madonă]
An ideal lost in darkness of a world that's gone for ever,
Which in fairy tales was thinking and in poems used to speak,
I can see and hear you, goddess, my sweet news, so young and clever
Living in a starry heaven full of deities antique.
Venus, warm and tender marble, eye of stone, which sparkles lively
Lazy arm, like the slow thinking of a king and poet, too,
Wonderful deification of the woman looking nicely,
Of that woman, which at present, still I think she's fair and true.
Raphael, lost in his visions, in a night when stars were present,
Soul by rays intoxicated and by many lovely springs,
Saw you and he dreamed the heaven with its gardens, smelling pleasant,
Saw you floating among angels and among the holy things.
And created on the canvas the Madonna, divine being,
With her maiden smile and wearing a tiara of stars bright
With pale face and yellow tresses, woman-angel and appealing,
For the woman is the image of the angels pure and white.
So did I, lost in the darkness of a life of rhymes enchanting,
I saw you, O, barren woman without soul, and I was struck
And I took you for an angel, sweet like magic and like chanting,
When the wretched life is lighted by a strong ray of good luck.
And I saw your pale complexion, sign of sick intoxication,
Your lips bruised by the corruption, which is biting nastily,
And I covered you, cruel woman, with white veils of inspiration,
On your pallor, with my poems, throwing rays of chastity.
I gave you the rays encircling with their magic and their power
The white forehead of the angel who will help us carry on,
Turned the fiend into a hermit and the sneer into a flower
And your bold and filthy glances into a majestic dawn.
But today, the veil is falling, ruthless woman! dreams are shattered,
Your chilled lips awaken quickly my sincere and sleepy brow
And I watch you, evil demon, and my love, so cold and scattered,
Teaches me a precious lesson, that I should despise you now!
You are like a young bacchante, who has stolen without caring
The green myrtle of the martyr from the forehead of a maid,
A young virgin, whose soul surely, is as holy as a praying,
While the one of the bacchante raves and wriggles in the shade.
Oh, as Raphael created the Madonna, divine being,
With her maiden smile and wearing a tiara of stars bright,
I made out of a pale woman a true goddess, nice and pleasing,
But devoid of any feelings, with a soul as black as night!
Are you crying, child? - I wonder, with your wet and pleading glances
Can you break again my poor heart as the wind would break a bough?
Falling at your feet I'm looking in your eyes, two black expanses,
And I kiss your hands while asking if they can forgive me now.
* * *
Wipe your eyes and stop your crying!... Blaming you was cruel, disgusting,
An unjust, crooked accusation, without essence, full of lies.
Even if you were a demon, love makes you a saint, I'm trusting,
And I love this evil demon with blonde hair and deep large eyes.
Decebalus speaking to his people [Decebal către popor]
Life is just a useless thing
If you don't live it like a king!
And now has come a wicked race
A yoke upon your neck to place;
It's bad enough that we were born
Why need some more disgrace?
If we were stargods from the sky
One day we all are gonna die!
A man may die when young and sane
Or when he's old and feeling pain
But it's a different thing to die
A wretched dog in chain.
All those who fight, but sigh and whine
Even they were in the front line,
They are for us like any guy
Who runs away because he's shy!
The whining, now and anytime,
Is but a futile cry!
To hold their peace all cowards can
And all the dead, but real man
Must laugh aloud and say farewell
So let us laugh and let us yell
To make a wild and frightful noise
From sky to hell.
If all the streams were filled with blood
You'd smash the rascals in the mud.
When facing death you do not cry -
You must have fallen from the sky,
Because you laugh at all your foes
Who are afraid to die.
They're Romans and they have this aim
But if our god, Zamolxis, came
Leading his people from on high
Even all those we would defy
And would not give them any land
Because they have their sky.
Pick up your blades and blow the horn
It's bad enough that we were born
But who's afraid and has no might
Is free to go, to give up fight
And leave us on this battlefield
To do what it is right.
I've said enough, but one last word:
You've sworn on your terrible sword
So there's no need for such a fuss
To beg the gods and to discuss
Because the gods are in the sky,
But foes are here with us.
Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian
Distribuție: Ben Stiller, Amy Adams, Owen Wilson, Hank Azaria, Robin Williams
Mystery of the night [Misterul nopții]
All the stars will twinkle soon
And above will roam with grace,
The sky's clear and the big moon
Has come out and shows its face.
In the peaceful, cloudless night,
Pleasant smells the breeze has brought
And when poetry I write
With it flies my quiet thought.
Everything is spelled and dreams
All the sweet charm to enjoy,
Only I'm alert, it seems,
What a beauty, what a joy!
Guardian angel [Înger de pază]
As I was watching calmly and full of bliss at night,
A sublime guardian angel as in a dream came bright,
Clad all in shades and rays which blinded my keen sight
And with a smile, his wings over me gently spread;
But when he saw you dressed in your clothes poor and pale,
My dear lovable child, mysterious and frail,
Appalled by your dark eye, that angel quickly fled.
Are you somehow a demon, for your sad and cold glance
Emerging from your eye that lacks any romance,
Cast out my guardian angel, who took flight from my trance,
He, the divine protector and my friend always true?
Or, maybe!... Your long lashes, so black and full of grace
Can help me to unravel your pale and pretty face,
Since he he's really you.
Efemeritate: până și acel "terrible amour" a... murit.
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Sleepy birds [Somnoroase păsărele]
Sleepy birds in trees residing
In the nests they end their flight,
Then in foliage they are hiding
Sleep well, good night!
Only the cold springs are weeping,
While the woods their turmoil cease;
Flowers in the park are sleeping
Repose in peace!
The white swan is gliding now to
The thick reeds, making small streams
May the angels always watch you
In your sweet dreams!
The full moon above is gleaming
Spreading everywhere its light
All is harmony and dreaming
Sleep well, good night!
Mulți oameni reușesc când ceilalți nu cred în ei. Dar o persoană care nu crede în ea, rar reușește.
Peru e perceput în lume prin Mario Vargas Llosa, iar Columbia prin Gabriel Garcia Marquez.
The cool man
Doar sâmbătă trăim
Și suntem tineri...
Poate și vineri...
Restul nu muncim.
Doar vânăm nururi
Și avem mașini.
Trăim din tunuri,
Nu știm de rușini.
Nu să le iubim;
Le vindem "fițe"
Și le "ocrotim"?!
Suntem în gașcă,
Școli nu prea avem.
Viața-i o "pleașcă"
Timpul ni-l pierdem.
Nu avem milă,
Muncim din silă...
O țară... suntem!!!
So young we are
We like the fun
Life's like a "Bar"
That's the cool man!...
- poezii despre școală
- poezii despre vânătoare
- poezii despre viață
- poezii despre tinerețe
- poezii despre timp
- poezii despre rușine
- poezii despre protecție
- poezii despre ocrotire
- poezii despre muncă
Călugărul în lume e ca peștele pe uscat.
A fi hotărât înseamnă a nu renunța la voință și încăpățânare.