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
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Poesia di Jacques Prevert (1900-1977)
FRANCESE (original text)
This Love (1945)
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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"
- 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
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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 .
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Diego Velazquez (1599-1660) 
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