When the lights go down and the movie begins, the movie you see is ours, of our life, which flows in a heartbeat, just like the film in a film flowing in the projection machine. And when the film ends, strange, the music continues, as if to indicate that life will prepare another movie to see...
Quando si spengono le luci del cinema ed inizia il film, quel film che vedi è il nostro, quello della nostra vita, che scorre in un baleno, proprio come la pellicola di un film scorre nella macchina di proiezione. E quando il film termina, per strano, la musica continua, come per indicare che la vita preparerà un altro film da visionare
Ecco, io vorrei portarti qui una notte, in questo hotel, in questa esclusiva camera sotto l'acqua, illuminata come in un sogno. Frutta sul tavolinetto in vetro,profumo di acqua marina attorno. Ti potresti togliere gli abiti uno alla volta e appoggiare ciascuno di essi su ogni cuscinone azzurro che vedi qui, sino ad arrivare nuda come uno dei pesci che volteggiano sopra di noi, sull'alcova dell'amore, ove impiegherei tutta la notte per permetterti di godere dei mie piaceri solo all'alba, sfinita dalle belezze attorno a te.
Here, I would like to bring you one night in this hotel, in
this exclusive room under the water, lit up like a dream. Fruit on the coffee
table in glass, the scent of sea water around.
You could remove the clothes, one by one and put each of
them on each pillow blue you see here, until you get naked as one of the fish
circling above us, an alcove of love, where would take me all night to allow
you to My only enjoy the pleasures of dawn, exhausted by the beauties around
you.
Aquí, me gustaría traerle aquí una noche en este hotel, esta habitación exclusiva bajo el agua, iluminado como un sueño. Fruta en la mesa de café en el vidrio, el olor de agua de mar alrededor.
Usted podría quitar la ropa una por una y poner cada uno de ellos en cada pillowy azul que se ve aquí, hasta llegar desnudo como uno de los peces dando vueltas por encima de nosotros, sull'alcova de amor, donde me llevaría toda la noche para permitir que usted Mi única disfrutar de los placeres de la madrugada, agotados por las bellezas que le rodean.
Abay (Ibrahim) Qunanbayuli (Kazakh: Абай (Ибраһим) Құнанбайұлы) (August 10, 1845 – July 6, 1904) was a great Kazakh poet, composer and philosopher. He was also a cultural reformer toward European and Russian cultures on the basis of enlightened Islam.
Abay in the beginning of 1900
Abay was born in what is today the selo of Karauyl, in Abay District, East Kazakhstan Province; the son of Qunanbay and Uljan, Qunanbay's second wife, they named him Ibrahim, but because of his brightness, he soon was given the nickname "Abay" (meaning "careful"), a name that stuck for the rest of his life. His father's economic status enabled the boy to attend a Russian school in his youth, but only after he had already spent some years studying at amadrasah under Mullah Ahmet Ryza.[citation needed] At his school in Semipalatinsk, Abay encountered the writings of Mikhail Lermontov and Alexander Pushkin. Abay's main contribution to Kazakh culture and folklore lies in his poetry, which expresses great nationalism and grew out of Kazakh folk culture. Before him, most Kazakh poetry was oral, echoing the nomadic habits of the people of the Kazakh steppes. During Abay's lifetime, however, a number of important socio-political and socio-economic changes occurred. Russian influence continued to grow in Kazakhstan, resulting in greater educational possibilities as well as exposure to a number of different philosophies, whether Russian, Western or Asian. Abay Qunanbayuli steeped himself in the cultural and philosophical history of these newly opened geographies. In this sense, Abay's creative poetry affected the philosophical thinking of educated Kazakhs.
Commemorary stamp
The leaders of the Alash Orda movement saw him as their inspiration and spiritual predecessor. Contemporary Kazakh images of Abay generally depict him in full traditional dress holding adombra (the Kazakh national instrument). Today, Kazakhs revere Abay as one of the first folk heroes to enter into the national consciousness of his people. Almaty State University is named after Abay, so is one of the main avenues in the city of Almaty. There are also public schools with his name. The Kazakh city of Abay is named after him.Among Abay's students was his nephew, a historian, philosopher, and poet Shakarim Qudayberdiuli (1858–1931). Statues of him have been erected in many cities of Kazakhstan, as well as in Moscow. A film on the life of Abay was made by Kazakhfilm in 1995, titled Abai. He is also the subject of two novels by Mukhtar Auezov, another Kazakhstani writer.
Monument to Abay at Baykonur, Kazakhstan
Abay also translated into Kazakh the works of Russian and European authors, mostly for the first time. Translations made by him include poems by Mikhail Lermontov, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Lord Byron, Ivan Krylov's Fables and Alexander Pushkin's Eugene Onegin. Abay's major work is The Book of Words (Kazakh: қара сөздері, Qara sözderi), a philosophic treatise and collection of poems where he encourages his fellow Kazakhs to embrace education, literacy, and good moral character in order to escape poverty, enslavement and corruption. In Word Twenty Five, he discusses the importance of Russian culture, as a way for Kazakhs to be exposed to the world's cultural treasures.
Отчего старики живут в сагласии с молодыми, а между собой враждуют, хотя число их сверстников с каждыь днем становится все меныше?
Why do old folks live in peace with the young but constantly quarrel among themselves, even though their contemporaries grow fewer with every passing day?
Like everything else in this world, man's life and his destiny are subject to change. No leaving creature on earth can remain quiescent. So where could the constancy of feeling come from?
Жизнь человека, его судьба, так же, как и все, что существует на свете, переменчивы. Ничему живому на земле не дано состояние покоя. Откуда же взяться постоянству чувств?
тот, кто живет раболепствуя, готов продать мать с отцом, родных и близких, веру и совесть роди милостивого похлопываия по плечу. иной не смотрит на то, что зад оголился, ему лишь бы заслужить одобрительную улыбку чиновника.
He who lives his life fawning and cringing will be ready to sell his mother and father; he will sell his family, his faith and conscience for the sake of a condescending pat on the back from a superior. Some fellow will bow and scrape, not caring that he shows his bare behind, and all to win an approving smile from some official..
Tonight I Can Write Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example, "The night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance." The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. Through nights like this one I held her in my arms. I kissed her again and again under the endless sky. She loved me, sometimes I loved her too. How could one not have loved her great still eyes. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her. To hear the immense night, still more immense without her. And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture. What does it matter that my love could not keep her. The night is starry and she is not with me. This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance. My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer. My heart looks for her, and she is not with me. The same night whitening the same trees. We, of that time, are no longer the same. I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her. My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing. Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses. Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes. I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long. Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her. Pablo Neruda
I veri nemici tu non li vedi e non li senti, ma sono sempre dietro di te o davanti a te, per tagliarti la strada. Quando uscirai dal fango dove essi volevano tu cadessi, e dall'oblio dove essi volevano imprigionarti, saprai guardare fisso negli occhi tutti coloro che ti circondano e saprai condannare quelli che il tuo sguardo non sapranno sostenere, proprio perchè sanno cosa hanno fatto per te. Chi è saggio non colpisce, condanna con il suo silenzio coloro che del male fanno per pura gelosia. E saranno loro stessi la causa del loro nero destino.
The real enemiesyoucan not see themandhear them,but they are alwaysbehind youorin front of youtocut yourway.When you get outof the mudwherethey wantedyou fell,andoblivionwherethey wanted toimprison you, you'll knowto lookstraight in the eyesallthose around youandcondemn those whoknowyour eyeswillnotargue,justbecause they knowwhat they did toyou.Who is wisenotstriking,with its silencecondemnsthose whodoevilout of purejealousy.Itwill themselves bethe cause of theirblackfate.
Cold frost and sunshine: day of wonder! But you, my friend, are still in slumber - Wake up, my beauty, time belies: You dormant eyes, I beg you, broaden Toward the northerly Aurora, As though a northern star arise!
Recall last night, the snow was whirling, Across the sky, the haze was twirling, The moon, as though a pale dye, Emerged with yellow through faint clouds. And there you sat, immersed in doubts, And now, - just take a look outside:
The snow below the bluish skies, Like a majestic carpet lies, And in the light of day it shimmers. The woods are dusky. Through the frost The greenish fir-trees are exposed; And under ice, a river glitters.
The room is lit with amber light. And bursting, popping in delight Hot stove still rattles in a fray. While it is nice to hear its clatter, Perhaps, we should command to saddle A fervent mare into the sleight?
And sliding on the morning snow Dear friend, we'll let our worries go, And with the zealous mare we'll flee. We'll visit empty ranges, thence, The woods, which used to be so dense And then the shore, so dear to me.
I loved you once: perhaps that love has yet
To die down thoroughly within my soul;
But let it not dismay you any longer;
I have no wish to cause you any sorrow.
I loved you wordlessly, without a hope,
By shyness tortured, or by jealousy.
I loved you with such tenderness and candor
And pray God grants you to be loved that way again.
Desidero porre all'attenzione dei miei amici la scoperta di una nuova poesia della grande poetessa Greca Saffo. Includo la versione italiana ed inglese (tradotta da "the guardian")
Ma tu farfugli sempre che Carasso sta arrivando con una barca piena. Queste cose, suppongo, Zeus le conosce, e anche tutti gli altri dèi – ma tu non devi pensare a queste cose. Semplicemente mandami e istruiscimi come offrire le nostre preghiere alla regina Era; e supplica che Carasso arrivi qui, con la sua nave intatta, ci trovi sani e salvi. Per il resto, affidiamoci alle stelle, e che appaiano all’improvviso dei venti giusti dopo le burrasche.
Quelli il cui fato il re dell’Olimpo vuole trasformare da problemi in qualcosa di migliore Sono molto benedetti e fortunati senza paragoni. Per quanto riguarda noi, se Larico alzasse mai la sua testa e diventasse un uomo, allora dalla sua grande afflizione saremmo presto liberati.
I could stay awake just to hear you breathing Watch you smile while you are sleeping While you're far away and dreaming I could spend my life in this sweet surrender I could stay lost in this moment forever Where every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure
Don't want to close my eyes I don't want to fall asleep Cause I'd miss you babe And I don't want to miss a thing Cause even when I dream of you The sweetest dream will never do I'd still miss you babe And I don't want to miss a thing
Lying close to you feeling your heart beating And I'm wondering what you're dreaming Wondering if it's me you're seeing Then I kiss your eyes And thank God we're together I just want to stay with you in this moment forever Forever and ever
I don't want to close my eyes I don't want to fall asleep Cause I'd miss you babe And I don't want to miss a thing Cause even when I dream of you The sweetest dream will never do I'd still miss you babe And I don't want to miss a thing
I don't want to miss one smile I don't want to miss one kiss I just want to be with you Right here with you, just like this I just want to hold you close Feel your heart so close to mine And just stay here in this moment For all the rest of time Yeah yeah yeah
I don't want to close my eyes I don't want to fall asleep Cause I'd miss you babe And I don't want to miss a thing Cause even when I dream of you The sweetest dream will never do I'd still miss you babe And I don't want to miss a thing
I Don't want to close my eyes I don't want to fall asleep Cause I'd miss you babe And I don't want to miss a thing Cause even when I dream of you The sweetest dream will never do I'd still miss you babe And I don't want to miss a thing
Don't want to close my eyes I don't want to fall asleep And I don't want to miss a thing
Forse non sai che non potrò dimenticarti mai, dall'alba al tramonto con la pioggia o con il vento, nelle notti di Luna piena, mentre scrivo con curva la schiena, ho scoperto che la penna con cui scrivo sei tu che non la ferma. Alpha, Tango,Wiskey, Lima, nulla è cambiato e ti amo più di prima.
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