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...Ma indifferente e calma
con le mani l'udito mi tappai,
perchè da un simile discorso indegno
non venisse profanato lo spirito dolente.
Brutta traduzione.
Grande donna.
привет!
красивый блог!
complimenti per il bel blog che leggo con la traduzione italiana, comunque penso che abitando a capri capisca abbastanza bene l'italiano, beata che vivi a capri che conosco benissimo x vengo abbastanza spesso x ho carissimi amici, sei pronta x l'inaugurazione dopo 32 anni di riapertura via krupp? se ti và passa dal mio blog caravaggio trovi un post in proposito, ma villa felsen ? hanno finito i restauri? buona domenica
D.Filipa de Lencastre
Que Enigma havia em teu seio
Que só genios concebia?
Que archanjo teus sonhos veio
Vellar, maternos um dia?
Volve a nós teu rosto serio,
Princesa do Santo Gral,
Humano ventre do Imperio,
Madrinha de Portugal!
Fernando Pessoa...para a Anna e Rosa...
Bello...belisimo blog!!
buona domenica
Ja, du kommenterade i min blogg på spanska som jag INTE förstår men kul iaf?.. Du verkar vara konstintresserad så antagligen kikar jag in här ibland! :)
who are you? why did you coment my blog on spanish? what did you write...?
Fantastico!!!! si puo tradurre in italiano!!! stupendo leggervi! Un caro saluto
Daniele
To complete my comment... I wonder , as maibu neesan, what did you say in your comment on my blog?..
"Suzanne takes you down
to her place near the river,
you can hear the boats go by
you can stay the night beside her.
And you know that she's half crazy
but that's why you want to be there..." L. C.
...is only poetry,,,and thank you anna...
ES IST ALLES EITEL
Du siehst, wohin du siehst, nur Eitelkeit auf Erden!
Was dieser heute baut, reiBt jener morgen ein;
Wo jetzung Srädre stehn, wird eine Wise sein,
Auf der ein Schäferskind wird spielen mit den Herden....
Andreas Gryphius...Hauenstein
Hello! Can you please translate this for me - in my blog ? :)
Piú giú, in fondo alla Tuscolana...!?...passavo per un saluto!
No hablo sú língua.
Sou Brasileira, e falo português, não Italiano.
:D
fannygustafson, and dinnah Yagami..."Then I woke soufly,...and pausing, questioning awhile the music of my dream..."e...un baci do Rimbaud...dos do Baudelaire...tres do Lord Byron...e um pinote do Bocage!
Oh, you´re like a poet ;)
molto bello il vostro blog :)
Amore, impossibile a definirsi!
Love, indefinable, lovet
! Amor, imposible definirlo!
Amor, indefinivel amor!
Giacomo Casanova...beh ma tanti auguri piccolas!
you are a poet, so beutiful:D
Thanks for dropping by! I cannot understand anything on your blog though-
Thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment. I really enjoy hearing from you and everyone else.
I wish I could read your blog!
im sorry , i dont understand italie or spanish or whatever so can yo please translate what you wrote to me? cause i would love to know. this is what you wrote to me -----> "Piú giú in fondo alla Tuscolana...!?...passavo per un saluto!" / matlda
Princess ; Tracey... ; Matilda...to you...
Brain Damage
the lunatics is on the grass
the lunatics is on the grass
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path
The lunatics is in the hall
the lunatics are in my hall
the paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too
I'll see you on the dark forbodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon
The lunatics is in my head
The lunatics is in my head
You rase the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me 'til I'm sane
You lock the door
and throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me.
And if the cloud burst, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.
Waters - Pink Floyd
Queridos Rosa e Olivier
Vejo que vocês estão formando uma linda rede de amigos poetas. Estou achando muito legal e gostaria de fazer uma sugestão; que tal uma rede de estudos de poesia, com temas lançados ou sugeridos. Eu por exemplo, sou totalmente iniciante e sei que toda informação, dica e ensino são valiosos.
É só uma idéia, o que vocês acham?
Abraços
Simone
Thanks for the comment on my blog.I read some of Anna's poetry in English. It is beautiful. Sorry I couldn't translate your poem here, but thanks for the mention of this poet. There is a site online about this poet in English at:
http://www.jazzkeyboard.com/jill/akhmatova/poetry.html
ooh youre a poet :)
just tell me one thing shood i take this as a positive thing or a bad thing , and is it about me or what ? it beautiful bytheway.
the lunatics is on the grass
the lunatics is on the grass
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path
The lunatics is in the hall
the lunatics are in my hall
the paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too
I'll see you on the dark forbodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon
The lunatics is in my head
The lunatics is in my head
You rase the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me 'til I'm sane
You lock the door
and throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me.
And if the cloud burst, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.
ooh youre a poet :)
just tell me one thing shood i take this as a positive thing or a bad thing , and is it about me or what ? it beautiful bytheway.
the lunatics is on the grass
the lunatics is on the grass
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path
The lunatics is in the hall
the lunatics are in my hall
the paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too
I'll see you on the dark forbodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon
The lunatics is in my head
The lunatics is in my head
You rase the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me 'til I'm sane
You lock the door
and throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me.
And if the cloud burst, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.
ELEGIA PARA ANA ACHMATOVA
Foi em 5 de Março. quase no fim deste Inverno.
Com outra luz gostaria de ter entregue o corpo.
Nevoeiro que nos mon tes se rasgava,despeda-
çado pelas árvores mais altas, herdadra de Emily
Dickinson o deslumbrante hálito sonâmbulo e
de Safo o voo apaixonado.
Safo, Emily Dickinson---duas vezes mortas.
António Osório...para ti...
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