June 2006

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Canadian Basketball Prospects

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Claude Monet (1840 -1926), soleil levant, Sunrise, 1872, Oil on canvas, 48 \u200b\u200bx 63 cm

Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867)

"L'homme and the Sea"
"Man and the sea \u200b\u200b
"Man and Sea"

Metrico scheme: ABBA, DCCD; EFFE; GHHG

original text
Freeman, you will always cherish the sea!
The sea is your mirror, you contemplate your soul
In the infinite unrolling of its billows
And your mind is no less bitter pit.

You complain to dive in your image;
You kiss her eyes and arms, and your cœurSe distracted a few times its own rumor
the sound of this complaint, wild and untamable.

You're both dark and quiet:
Man, no one has sounded the depths of your being;
O sea, no one knows your wealth intimes, Tant vous êtes
Jaloux Garder de vos secrets! Et cependant voilà des

Siècles innombrables
Que vous vous sans pity combattez ni remord,
Tellement vous aimez the carnage et la mort,
O lutteurs éternels or implacables frères!

Copacabana-Brasil-2005- wave

Italian
Always the sea, a free man, you'll love!
because the sea is your mirror;
you to contemplate the infinite unfolding wave
your soul and your spirit
abyss is no less bitter. Enjoy the dive
within your image, the eyes and hugs
with arms, and sometimes the heart
distracted from your sound to the sound of this lament
wild and untamed.
Discrete and both are dark:
man, no one has ever probed the bottom of your depth
no one has known,
sea, your most intimate riches
so jealous you are of your every
secret. But for centuries without remorse or pity
endless struggle between
you, so great is your love
for the massacre and death, or eternal
wrestlers, or implacable brothers!

Paul Gauguin (1848-1903)

Inglese
Always the sea, free man, you will love! Because the sea is your
mirror;
you contemplate in the infinite to carry out yourself of the wave
the spirit yours, and an abyss is your spirit
not little bitter.
You enjoy in diving to you
within your image; it embraces
with the eyes and the arms,
and sometimes the heart is distracted from your sound to the suon of this
wild and uncontrollable I complain.
Discreet and tenebrous both you are:
man, nobody never feel the bottom
of your abysses; nobody has known,
sea, your more intimate riches,
many jelaous you are of every yours secret.
But from centuries infinites
without weight neither mercy fought between you,
so large it is your love
for the massacre and the dead women,
or eternal fighters, implacable
or siblings!

Claude Monet (1840-1926), soleil levant, Sunrise

Saturday, June 10, 2006

Isabella Soprano Saber

friend Love, that on gentle heart doth swiftly seize (Dante Alighieri - 1256-1321) "Love, That Immediately nearby is the kind heart" Daffodils

Sandro Botticelli (Alessandro Filipepi said Sandro - Florence 1445 - 1510)
" The birth of Verere / Birth of Venus "(1485 ca.)

Titus Lucretius Carus (99? - 55? AC) (incipit De rerum natura)
" Alma Venus, the mother of the Aeneid delight of men and of you who under wandering stars in the sky that brings fruitful sea vessels and land charge made for you all living beings are conceived and born saw the sunlight, and when you appear, O goddess, the winds flee, flee the clouds of heaven, the earth under your feet produce fertile flowers sweet, you smiles expanse of sea and sky, soothed, pour a torrent of light ... "

Lucio Battisti

CET AMOUR (This love / This love)
Jacques Prevert

FRENCH (original text)
ITALIAN ITALIANO
- Poesia di Jacques Prevert (1900-1977)
  
  FRANCESE (original text)
  
  This Love (1945)
- This love
  If
  violent So fragile So tender
  
  This love so desperate
  
  Beautiful as the day
  And bad as the time
  When the weather is bad
  This love so true This love so beautiful
  
  If So happy happy
  laughable if
  Trembling with fear as a child in And if the black
  confident
  As a quiet man in the middle of the night
  This love that used to scare other
  Who was Who was talking
  pale
  
  watched this love Because we guettions
  Hunted injured trampled completed denied forgotten
  Because we hunted wounded trampled completed denied forgotten
  This whole
  If love still alive And
  sunny
  It's yours is mine
  
  one who was always something new
  This
  And that has not changed
  As surely as a plant
  Also a trembling bird
  Also hot as alive as the Summer
  We can both go and return
  
  We can forget
  And then we wake We suffer sleep
  age
  
  We still asleep Dreaming of death, we awaken
  smile and laugh and rejuvenate
  
  Our love is here
  Stubborn as an ass like desire
  Living
  Cruel as memory
  Dumb as regret
  Tender as the memory
  Cold as the marble
  Beautiful as the day
  Fragile as a child
  We look smilingly
  And he talks without saying anything
  And I listen and I trembled
  Cree
  I cry for you I cry for me
  
  I'm begging For you to me and to all those who love
  And who loved
  Yes I cried
  For you for me and all other
  What I do not know
  Stay here
  Lá Lá
  where you are where you were formerly
  
  Stay here Do not move Do
  t The position is not
  We who have loved thee
  We Forgot
  You do not forget us
  We only had you on earth
  us not become cold
  Much later still
  And anywhere
  Give us a sign of life
  Much later at the corner of a wood in the forest
  memory
  Arise suddenly
  Reach Us
  hand And save us .
  
  Amedeo Modigliani (1884-1920) "Potrait of Jeanne Hebuterne"
- ITALIAN
- This Love (1945)
- This
  love So violent So fragile
  
  So tender So hopeless This love
  
  Bad As beautiful as the day as the time when the weather is bad
  
  This love This love so true
  
  so beautiful So happy So joyous
  
  So negligible
  trembling with fear as a child when So it's dark
  confident
  As a quiet man in the middle of the night
  This love I was scared of The others
  
  and made them turn pale
  This love kept an eye
  Because we were keeping an eye on the injured arm walked fact
  Deleted
  denied
  out because we have walked on his injured arm made out
  Denied deleted
  This love yourself wholly
  So I still live
  
  And kissed by the sun and your love is my love
  
  is what was
  This what ever new
  What has not changed as a plant
  Vera
  trembling like a bird alive as
  Hot Summer
  Both you and I can sleep again And then
  Forget
  
  Wake up falling asleep still suffer age
  
  death's dream and wake up smiling
  Rejuvenate
  laugh
  Our love does not move
  Stubborn as a mule
  Vivo as cruel as the desire
  memory
  Stupid regrets
  as soft as the memory
  Cold as marble
  beautiful as the day
  Fragile as a child
  He looks at us smiling
  He speaks without saying
  
  trembling And I listen to you cry and cry
  Cry for me
  
  I beg for you to me for all those who love you are loved and
  
  Oh yes shouted
  For you to me for all other
  I do not know
  Stay where you are Do not go away
  
  stay where he was once
  
  Stay where you are Do not move Do not go
  
  We loved that we took thee
  not Forgotten
  You do not forget that you had not
  
  on earth Do not leave us freezing to death
  Far farther
  Where you want
  Give us a sign of life
  Later, later, at night in the forest of remembrance
  
  Rise sudden
  tensioner Bring in your hand unless
  .
  
  Salvador Dali (1904-1989) "Meditative rose
  
  ENGLISH
  This love(1945)
  
  Gabri
- This love
  So violent
  So fragile
  So to tend
  So desperate
  This love
  Beautiful like the day
  And bad like time
  When time is bad
  This so true love
  This so beautiful love
  If happy
  If merry
  And so ridiculous
  Trembling of fear like a child in the black
  And so sure of him
  Like a quiet man with the milieu(in the middle) of the night
  This love that frightened the others
  Who made them speak
  Who made them turn pale
  This watched for love
  Because we watch for it
  “Tracked wounded trampled completed denied forgotten
  Because we tracked it wounded trampled completed denied forgotten”
  This entire love
  So still living
  And all sunny
  It is your
  It is mine
  That which was
  This always new thing
  And which did not change
  As true as a plant
  As trembling as a bird
  Also hot as alive as the summer
  We can both
  To go and return
  We can forget
  And then to send us to sleep again
  Us to awake to suffer to age
  Us to still deaden
  To dream with death,
  Us to wake up to smile and laugh
  And to renovate
  Our love remains there
  Obstinate like a she-ass
  Living like the desire
  Cruel like the memory
  Animal like the regrets
  To tend like the memory
  Cold like the marble
  Beautiful like the day
  Fragile like a child
  He looks us while smiling
  And it speaks to us without anything to say
  And I listen to it while trembling
  And I shout I shout for you
  I shout for me
  I beg you
  For you for me and all those which like
  And which loved each other
  Yes I shout to him
  For you for me and all the others
  That I do not know
  Remain there
  There where you are
  There where you were formerly
  Remain there
  Do not move
  You does not go from there
  We who are loved
  We forgot you
  You does not forget us
  We had only you on the ground
  Does not let to us become cold
  Much further always
  And anywhere
  Give signs life to us
  Much later with the corner a wood
  In the forest of the memory
  Emerged suddenly
  Tighten to us the hand
  And saves us .
  yA

Diego Velazquez (1599-1660)

"Venere e Cupido/Venus en Cupido" (1649-51ca.)

Saturday, June 3, 2006

How To Wax Your Own Underarms

"Daffodils" (1804)

By William Wordsworth (1770-1850).

I WANDER'D lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the Milky Way,

They stretch'd in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils ( yA )