Medij ljudem - moč idejam!™
|
Izbori:
Tema tedna
Kako bi nas videli Nezemljani, če bi res obstajali in zašli k nam?
Rok za oddajo: 23 November 2008
Več o tem ...
Foto tedna
Anketa
Kaj bi si o nas mislili Nezemljani?
|
Live life with your own expressions
William Shakespeare Sonnet 18
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date. Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmed; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed.... 0% 0% Zadnji zapisi v blogu "Live life with your own expressions"
0% 0% Remember Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that you plann'd: Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray.... 0% 0% Woman's Constancy Now thou hast loved me one whole day, To-morrow when thou leavest, what wilt thou say ? Wilt thou then antedate some new-made vow ? Or say that now We are not just those persons which we were ? Or that oaths made in reverential fear Of Love, and his wrath, any may forswear ?... 0% 0% To Jane The keen stars were twinkling, And the fair moon was rising among them, Dear Jane. The guitar was tinkling, But the notes were not sweet till you sung them Again. As the moon's soft splendour O'er the faint cold starlight of Heaven Is thrown, So your voice most tender To the strings without soul had then given Its own.... 0% 0% Helas To drift with every passion till my soul Is a stringed lute on which all winds can play, Is it for this that I have given away Mine ancient wisdom, and austere control? Methinks my life is a twice-written scroll Scrawled over on some boyish holiday With idle songs for pipe and virelay, Which do but mar the secret of the whole.... 0% 0% No Images She does not know her beauty. She thinks her brown body has no glory But if she could dance naked ‘neath the palm tree and see her reflection in the mirror then she would know. But there are no trees on the street where she lives and Dishwater gives back no images. She does not know her beauty.... 0% 0% Bez odraza Visionary art by Mariela de la Paz Ona ne zna koliko je lijepa. Ona misli da se svojim crnim tijelom Ne može ponositi. Kad bi mogla plesati gola pod palmama I gledati svoju sliku u ruci. Ona bi znala Ali na ulici nema palmi, I niko se ne može gledati U vodi prljavoj od suđa. 0% 0% My lady's presence makes the roses red My lady's presence makes the roses red, Because to see her lips they blush for shame. The lily's leaves, for envy, pale became, And her white hands in them this envy bred. The marigold the leaves abroad doth spread, Because the sun's and her power is the same. The violet of purple colour came. Dyed in the blood she made my heart to shed.... 0% 0% Ne čudi mene Blasdale Holmes & Friends Ne čudi mene što između sviju ostalih žena vi ste poput cvijeta i što se svakoj sve ljepote skriju kad uz vas budu, jer im vaša smeta; jer vaše se vrline sravnit smiju sa zvijezdom što se ranom zorom sreta; što više gledam, više iz vas siju ljubavna čuvstva prirodna i sveta.... 0% 0% Deep Sweetness Keep me in your thoughts for you're in mine and stop this air, tip-top sweetness of my coming days, this air of sorrow without doves, without a vigil of air...... 0% 0% 0% 0% She walks in beauty She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.... 0% 0% Možda će me od tvog lijepog lica Ziberace’s figments of imagination Možda će me od tvog lijepog lica, ljubavi, ostaviti dah i plavo veče isčeznut će kao muk unaokolo. Bio je mekan snijeg tvojih koraka a grad bijednih stovarišta gasio je na dimnom nebu modri odraz zidova.... 0% 0% Želje Art of a Tantric Elf Htio bih, da sam čisto jezero jutra, A ti sunce, koje se u njemu ogleda. Htio bih, da sam izvor na kraju livade, A ti cvijet, koji se smiješi njemu. Htio bih, da sam zelen trn u grmu, A ti ruža, koja ga obasjava rumenilom. Htio bih, da sam maleno zrno pijeska, A ti ptica, koja ga brzo pronalazi. 0% 0% Neizbježnost Magical visions of Jurgen Ziewe Je li to važno da'l si bila vjerna? I da li ja bjeh vjeran, nije li svejedno? Ne živi od nas bliskost neizmjerna, i mi se nehotice promatramo žedno. Ja opet drhtim, ti si blijeda, smjerna, i slutiš bol, a čekaš ga k'o žedna. Trenutci šumno teku kao vode, a strast već vreba, gdje da nas probode.... 0% 0% Exotic Perfume WHEN with closed eyes in autumn's eves of gold I breathe the burning odours of your breast, Before my eyes the hills of happy rest Bathed in the sun's monotonous fires, unfold.... 0% 0% Egzotični miris Surreal Paintings by James Sebor Kad sklopljenih vjeđa u jesenje veče Pijem žudno miris tvojih vrelih grudi, Na žale blaženstva duša mi odbludi, U slap žitkog sunca. što sve udilj teče. To je otok sneni kojem zemlja daje Drveće prebujno, rujno sočno voće; Vitki snažni momci tu plandujuč kroče, A oči se žena razdragano sjaje.... 0% 0% Audaces Fortuna Juvat Never did love his boldness hurtful find; Fortune hath ever favours for the bold; For cowardice, that shivers in the cold, Hangs like a stone on freedom of the mind. Who dares the Firmament sublime ascend, Meets there a star, whereby his course is told; The good mere fancy in its range doth hold Illusive is, soon scattered by the wind.... 0% 0% Ljubav Boris Vallejo Gallery Ljubav je oganj što nevidljiv gori, rana što boli, al se ne osjeća, ona je nikad zadovoljna sreća, bol što ne boli nego mukom mori. Ne željet drugo nego da se ljubi, između svijeta ići sam i zdvojan, u zadovoljstvu ne bit zadovoljan, zaradu htjeti tamo gdje se gubi.... 0% 0% To His Lady Joan, Of Florence Flowers hast thou in thyself, and foliage, And what is good, and what is glad to see; The sun is not so bright as thy visage; All stark naught when one hath look'd on thee; There is not such a beautiful personage Anywhere on the green earth verily; If one fear love, thy bearing sweet and sage Comforteth him, and no more fear hath he.... 0% 0% U vama cvijeće ... The Fantasy Art – Luis Royo U Vama cvijeće sve i zelen sva je i sve što sija i ljepotom se kiti; jače od sunca pojava Vam sjaje, ko Vas ne vidi neće otmen biti. Na ovom svijetu u nijednog stvora toliko nema ljupkosti i draži; i ljubovnik sramežljiv planut mora, jer Vaše lice u njem žudnju snaži.... 0% 0% Angel I dreamt a dream! What can it mean? And that I was a maiden Queen Guarded by an Angel mild: Witless woe was ne'er beguiled! And I wept both night and day, And he wiped my tears away; And I wept both day and night, And hid from him my heart's delight. So he took his wings, and fled; Then the morn blushed rosy red.... 0% 0% Kažu vam gospo Boris Vallejo Fantasy Art's Gallery Kažu vam gospo,-za moje zlo- da ja ne pjevam jer vas volim neg zato što mi pjesma godi, a meni dobro nedao Bog, ako ja pjevam za svoju volju, već pjevam gospo za ljubav tvoju.... 0% 0% When I am sad and weary When I am sad and weary. When I think all hope has gone. When I walk along High Holborn, I think of you with nothing on . 0% 0% The Dead Leaves Gustav Klimt Oh I wish so much you would remember those happy days when we were friends. Life in those times was so much brighter and the sun was hotter than today. Dead leaves picked up by the shovelful. You see, I have not forgotten.... 0% 0% Pjesma Koj 0% 0% Greater Love Red lips are not so red As the stained stones kissed by the English dead. Kindness of wooed and wooer Seems shame to their love pure. O Love, your eyes lose lure When I behold eyes blinded in my stead!... 0% 0% SAN Draga, makar je prošla noć San njen još i danas oko nas kruži, Onaj što nas donese u sobu Duboku uzvišenu kao Posljednja željeznička stanica, A nagomilani u sjeti toj Kreveti su bili, i mi u jednom Što ležao je u dalekom kutu.... 0% 0% LOVE IN MAY Off with sleep, love, up from bed, This fair morn; See, for our eyes the rosy red New dawn is born; Now that skies are glad and gay In this gracious month of May, Love me, sweet, Fill my joy in brimming measure, In this world he hath no pleasure, That will none of it.... 0% 0% BODEŽ Od tebe sam otišao, i svu ljubav prema tebi Iz srca sam svoga zauvijek iščupao Ali, jao! Tko može prkositi svom udesu?... 0% 0% Himna Ljubavi Kad bih imao dar proricanja i znao sve tajne i sve znanje; kad bih imao puninu vjere, tako da bih brda premještao, a ljubavi ne bih imao, bio bih ništa. Kad bih na hranu siromasima razdao sve svoje imanje, kad bih tijelo svoje predao da se sažeže, a ljubavi ne bih imao, ništa mi koristilo ne bi.... 0% 0% Ne smiješi se tako Ne smiješi se tako, srce me ne zebe. Jer ja ljubim drugu, a ne više tebe. Znadeš ti i sama, slučajno sam prošo i ne gledam tebe, nisam tebi došo. Prošao sam tuda, srcu je svejedno virnuo sam, usput, kroz okance jedno. 0% 0% Osamljena usnula žena Po ... 0% 0% Noć radosti We are what we have lost - Jeff Lowe Mi u bujnom perivoju, o ljepoto toga vrta, što pred našim se vidom pruža, opasan krunom bisernom koju nosioci kiše oblaci bijahu položili. Jedna golubica guče svoju radost po granama, i svaka se grančica svija, svaka grančica, pod teretom cvijeća pod teretom plodova.... 0% 0% Djevojka sa siromašne stanice Fantasy Art of David Anthony Magitis Ja volim onu stanicu usamljenu, Onu stanicu daleku, bezimenu, Gdje se obavlja samo kratki zastoj i smjena . . . U kući stanice, koja je mala i okrečena, Živi i vene jedna djevojčica rastužena. Čim stigne voz, malo dignuvši zavjesu, Ona ispituje iza stakla, što je skriva, kradomice.... 0% 0% We sat together My darling, we sat together, We two, in our frail boat; The night was calm o'er the wide sea Whereon we were afloat. The Specter-Island, the lovely, Lay dim in the moon's mild glance; There sounded sweetest music, There waved the shadowy dance.... 0% 0% Helen How... 0% 0% A Little Bird In alien lands I keep the body Of ancient native rites and things: I gladly free a little birdie At celebration of the spring. I'm now free for consolation, And thankful to almighty Lord: At least, to one of his creations I've given freedom in this world! 0% 0% The Clod and the Pebble "Love seeketh not Itself to please, Nor for itself hath any care, But for another gives its ease, And builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.... 0% 0% For Anne Gregory 'Never shall a young man, Thrown into despair By those great honey-coloured Ramparts at your ear, Love you for yourself alone And not your yellow hair.' 'But I can get a hair-dye And set such colour there, Brown, or black, or carrot, That young men in despair May love me for myself alone And not my yellow hair.... 0% 0% I am not I I am not I, nor am I other, I am something in between: a pier of the bridge of tedium stretching between me and the other. 0% 0% Goodbye, my friend, goodbye Goodbye, my friend, goodbye. My darling, you are in my heart. The appointed parting Promises a meeting ahead. Goodbye, my friend, without hand, without word, Don't be sad and don't upset your brows, -In this life to die is not new, But to live, of course, is not newer. Goodbye, my friend, goodbye My love, you are in my heart.... 0% 0% E'en as a lovely flower E'en as a lovely flower, So fair, so pure thou art; I gaze on thee, and sadness Comes stealing o'er my heart. My hands I fain had folded Upon thy soft brown hair, Praying that God may keep thee So lovely, pure and fair. 0% 0% lady love She... 0% 0% My Love in Her Attire My love in her attire doth show her wit, It doth so well become her: For every season she hath dressings, fit, For winter, spring, and summer. No beauty she doth miss, When all her robes are on: But Beauty's self she is, When all her robes are gone. 0% 0% She comes not She comes not when Noon is on the roses-- Too bright is Day. She comes not to the Soul till it reposes From work and play. But when Night is on the hills, and the great Voices Roll in from Sea, By starlight and candle-light and dreamlight She comes to me. 0% 0% Naked Naked, you are simple as a hand, smooth, earthy, small...transparent, round. You have moon lines and apple paths; Naked, you are slender as the wheat. Naked, Cuban blue midnight is your color, Naked, I trace the stars and vines in your hair; Naked, you are spacious and yellow As a summer's wholeness in a golden church.... 0% 0% Instants If ... 0% 0% Festival The Order of the Rainbow to decor |