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Live life with your own expressions
U vama cvijeće ...
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 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.
Svaka od gospi što Vas pratit znadu
s ljubavi Vaše moju hvalu prima;
ponizno molim njinu krepost mladu
nek čast i hvalu samo za Vas ima;
nek sve Vam draga srca prednost dadu
jer ste i tako vi prva nad svima.
Poezija - Guido Cavalcanti
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| March 17, 2005 | 10:03 AM |
To His Lady Joan, Of Florence
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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.
Thy lady friends and maidens ministering
Are all, for love of thee, much to my taste:
And much I pray them that in everything
They honor thee even as thou meritest,
And have thee in their gentle harboring:
Because among them all thou art the best
Poezija - Guido Cavalcanti
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| March 17, 2005 | 10:03 AM |
Ljubav
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 Boris Vallejo GalleryLjubav 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.
Ljubav je ropstvo po vlastitoj volji:
pobijeđenome na usluzi biti,
vjernost poklanjat onom ko nas bije.
No kako ljubav može darom svojim
smrtna nam srca skladom ispuniti,
kad tako mnoge suprotnosti krije?
Poezija - Luis de Camoes
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Audaces Fortuna Juvat
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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.
A path for fortune should be opened free;
To none, without himself, will greatness fall;
Chance moving only in first steps appears.
To dare is valour, madness 'twill not be;
He to whom fortune shows thee, loses all,
If, coward like, he doth not scorn his fears.
Poezija - Luis de Camoes
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Egzotični miris
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 Surreal Paintings by James SeborKad 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.
Odmamljen daleko dahom iz njedara,
Gledam luku punu klonulih jedara
I trudnih brodova od prošle oluje.
A vonj tamarida, što pline od žara,
Draškajuć nosnice, dok lahori struje,
U meni se miješa s pjevanjem mornara.
Poezija - Charles Baudelaire
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