Nice. I checked the whole train to take a look at the books, even if I didn't enter anything
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Smoll
ftfy. or smth...
:D
buon factorissimo giorno e torta e cose!
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ma il network funziona. quindi non saprei. intanto, festeggiatelo come si deve quell' MA
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Fixed ù-ù
Penso con una sbronza terribile e un viaggio on the road.
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dimmi solo quando inizi a bere...
(catapultati davvero! poi il viaggio ti darà aria al cervello e all'anima tutta :D)
congrrrrats, Simo
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Probabilmente il 17 appena dopo la discussione. ^^
Grazie mille!
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Happy cakeday! And big congratulations on your MA graduation! :D
Have a great summer. ;)
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The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
Happy upcoming cakeday! :D
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“The carcass closest to him was the remains of the pimply youth he'd seen in Car One. The body hung upside-down, swinging back and forth to the rhythm of the train, in unison with its three fellows; an obscene danse macabre. Its arms dangled loosely from the shoulder joints, into which gashes an inch or two deep had been made, so the bodies would hang more neatly.”
Clive Barker, Books of Blood: Volume 1
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Thank you for all the giveaways
And poems too -- those were cool
May happiness bless your future days
Congratulations, you're done with school!
:)
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Happy Early Cake Day, Smollo05!
Thanks for the train.
"A room without books is like a body without a soul."
-- Cicero
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Happy cakeday!
When the funeral procession passed by
The men who were in the café
Tipped their hats off mechanically
In perfunctory and absent-minded salute to the dead
For they themselves were all turned toward life
They were swallowed up in life.
They were relying upon life.
One of them, however, swept off his hat in the long and slow arc of a gesture
And stared at the coffin
For this man knew that life is a wild turmoil and without reason
That life is a treason
And he paid his respects to the flesh which passed by
Forever freed from the dead soul.
Manuel Bandeira (1886 - 1968), "MOMENT IN A CAFÉ"
Quando o enterro passou
Os homens que se achavam no café
Tiraram o chapéu maquinalmente
Saudavam o morto distraídos
Estavam todos voltados para a vida
Absortos na vida
Confiantes na vida.
Um no entanto se descobriu num gesto largo e demorado
Olhando o esquife longamente
Este sabia que a vida é uma agitação feroz e sem finalidade
Que a vida é traição
E saudava a matéria que passava
Liberta para sempre da alma extinta.
Manuel Bandeira (1886 - 1968), "MOMENTO NUM CAFÉ"
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Dammit.
I felt a chill down my spine.
This is truly powerful! I'll make sure to read smt else from this author.
Thank you for sharing.
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My favorite poet. A lot of his poems are about regions in Brazil and its culture, so you probably won't be able to relate to some of his writings.
But he was very deep about everything, because he lived his life thinking he was about to die (that's what the doctor told him). So he talks a lot about death, regret and the bitterness of life. But, as you can see from the date, he lived a lot and got real old. Just imagine a life like that.
He's from the modernism artistic movement in Brazil, which destroys a lot of concepts about what art is. Like this one:
I am tired of limited poetry
Of well behaved poetry
Of public servant poetry with time clock card, protocols and expressions of appreciation to Mr. Director.
I am tired of the lyricism that stops to to look up in the dictionary the vernacular meaning of a word.
Down with the purists.
All the words especially of prejudice
All the constructions of syntax and exceptions
All the rhythms especially the innumerable
I am tired of flirting poetry
Political
Rachitic
Syphilitic
Of all poetry that surrenders to anything that is not its true self
That can't be poetry
That is bookkeeping, a table of cosines, the perfect lover with hundred examples of letters and the different ways to please women, etc..
I rather the poetry of madmen
The poetry of the drunkards
The difficult and poignant poetry of drunkards
The poetry of Shakespeare's clowns
"I will not acknowledge any poetry that isn't freedom"
Manuel Bandeira (1886 - 1968), "POETIC"
Estou farto do lirismo comedido
Do lirismo bem comportado
Do lirismo funcionário público com livro de ponto expediente protocolo e manifestações de apreço ao Sr. Diretor.
Estou farto do lirismo que pára e vai averiguar no dicionário o cunho vernáculo de um vocábulo.
Abaixo os puristasTodas as palavras sobretudo os barbarismos universais
Todas as construções sobretudo as sintaxes de excepção
Todos os ritmos sobretudo os inumeráveis
Estou farto do lirismo namorador
Político
Raquítico
Sifilítico
De todo lirismo que capitula ao que quer que seja fora de si mesmo
De resto não é lirismo
Será contabilidade, tabela de cossenos, secretário do amante exemplar com cem modelos de cartas e as diferentes maneiras de agradar às mulheres, etc.
Quero antes o lirismo dos loucos
O lirismo dos bêbados
O lirismo difícil e pungente dos bêbedos
O lirismo dos clowns de Shakespeare
– Não quero mais saber do lirismo que não é libertação.
Manuel Bandeira (1886 - 1968), "POÉTICA"
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Nice train Smollo05! Have a great upcoming 1st Cake Day
My condolences for your beautiful gatto.
“They that love beyond the world cannot be separated by it. Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas; they live in one another still.”
―William Penn, Fruits of Solitude (1693)
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No gatto lasts forever in my propic ^^
Thank you very much! Enjoy your ride :3
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Merci, Thanks, Danke
und einen schönen Tortentag ;D
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Pas de quoi, you're welcome, bitte.
Danke sehr. Viel Glück!
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Hi there, people!
I've been around for nearly a whole year. I won a lot, I gifted what I could and I met some really amazing people.
Also, I managed to get to my MA graduation, finally!
So, here's a celebrative train that will end on my first cakeday here on SG ^^
You'll find also a quote or a poem, I always add something to my giveaways, just to spread a little bit of beauty around.
You know the drill, enjoy and feel free to bump with a poem or a book quote!
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