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Dyin' young and I'm playing hard,
That's the way my father made his life an art.

Я умираю молодой и ни перед чем не остановлюсь,
Именно так мой отец сделал свою жизнь искусством.
№ 426359   Added MegaMozg 21-08-2021 / 11:48
You can't describe it, you can't imagine it.
You can't admire it, you can't feel it.
This is your true self, it has nowhere to hide.
When the world is destroyed, it will not be destroyed.
I'm not going to die.
I'm not going anywhere.
I'll be here . . .
Just don't ask me anything.
№ 424565   Added alexis_karpouzos 30-07-2021 / 12:53
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You came in to this world with enough light

to find your way out of the dark,

enough kindness to save a soul,

enough love to shift a planet.

Don't worry,

you are equipped

with all you could ever need.

Look with in,

you are drenched in magic.
№ 420336   Added alexis_karpouzos 07-06-2021 / 15:10
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Art gets what it wants and art gets what it deserves.
№ 418753   Added MegaMozg 08-05-2021 / 08:30
Thy bosom is endeard with all hearts,
Which I by lacking have supposd dead,
And there reigns love and all love's loving parts,
And all those friends which I thought burid.
How many a holy and obsequious tear
Hath dear religious love stol'n from mine eye,
As interest of the dead, which now appear
But things removed that hidden in thee lie!
Thou art the grave where buried love doth live,
Hung with the trophies of my lovers gone,
Who all their parts of me to thee did give;
That due of many now is thine alone.
Their images I loved I view in thee,
And thou (all they) hast all the all of me.




In your chest I hear your heart,
What I thought were hidden in the graves.
The beautiful features of your face
There is a glare of faces, once sweet heart.
I'm working on a lot of them shed tears,
Bowing prostrate at the stone coffin.
But apparently, the rock at the time they took -
And now we meet again.
You found his last shelter
I close and memorable person
And all of you with a bow give
My love wasted particles.
All dear in you I find
And all of you - all of them - belong!
Quote Explanation: Sonnet 31 in translation by Samuil Marshak.
№ 397964   Added Viker 13-06-2020 / 14:23
When in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love rememb'red such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.




When, persecuted and people, and rock,
One with the other, in desperation wild,
I the wilderness of heaven, disturb vain cry,
Look at the world with fierce eye,
Wanting to be richer in hope,
Beautiful, always among friends
Skillful, not knowing failure,
And I hate everything in my fate, -
I, myself despising myself for it,
Suddenly thought of you in heaven
(Like a lark at dawn from the face
Of the earth) are my national anthem on the eve of Raya...
So, just remembering your love,
I despise the lot of kings.
Quote Explanation: In the translation of modest Tchaikovsky.
№ 397954   Added Viker 13-06-2020 / 14:22
How can I then return in happy plight
That am debarred the benefit of rest?
When day's oppression is not eased by night,
But day by night and night by day oppressed;
And each (though enemies to either's reign)
Do in consent shake hands to torture me,
The one by toil, the other to complain
How far I toil, still farther off from thee.
I tell the day to please him thou art bright,
And dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven;
So flatter I the swart-complexioned night,
When sparkling stars twire not thou gild'st the even:
But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer,
And night doth nightly make griefs' strength seem stronger.




How can I overcome fatigue,
When I am deprived of goodness alone?
The stress of the day makes night,
And the night as day, and tormented me with a longing.
Day and night - the enemies to each other -
Like shake hands.
I labor the day, rejected by fate,
And do not sleep at night, grust apart.
To afford positioning the dawn,
I compared to thee a fine day
And dark night sent hi,
Having said that, stars like you.
But the harder my next day,
And darker coming of night the shade.
Quote Explanation: Sonnet 28 translated by Samuil Marshak.
№ 397945   Added Viker 13-06-2020 / 14:20