My life, My music

(**D)

2007-05-18T20:48:00.000+02:00

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Charles Dickens

2007-05-18T20:46:00.000+02:00

Charles John Huffam Dickens FRSA (7 February 1812 – 9 June 1870), pen-name "Boz", was the foremost English novelist of the Victorian era, as well as a vigorous social campaigner. Considered one of the English language's greatest writers, he was acclaimed for his rich storytelling and memorable characters, and achieved massive worldwide popularity in his lifetime.
Later critics, beginning with George Gissing and G. K. Chesterton, championed his mastery of prose, his endless invention of memorable characters and his powerful social sensibilities. Yet he has also received criticism from writers such as George Henry Lewes, Henry James, and Virginia Woolf, who list sentimentality, implausible occurrence and grotesque characters as faults in his oeuvre.[1]
The popularity of Dickens' novels and short stories has meant that none have ever gone out of print. Dickens wrote serialised novels, which was the usual format for fiction at the time, and each new part of his stories would be eagerly anticipated by the reading public.

2007-05-15T15:13:00.000+02:00

A man as the caterpillar

lives for earth but

desires the sky

suffers the heaviness of

the body but feels

in heart that the flight belongs

him the same

death it is the price to change

but its true nature

inesorabil pushes to change in

a magnificent winged

creature as the caterpillar it is not that

a butterfly without wings.

2007-05-15T14:51:00.000+02:00

"Not to despise the death but accept

of good degree as one of the things wanted by the nature,

as the young becoming and the to grow old,

the growth, the to mature, metter teeth and beard and ingrigire,

to produce sons, to bring them to the breast,

to put them to the light and all the other

natural actions that accompany the various periods of the life.

Man is also the dissolution."

2007-05-15T14:26:00.000+02:00

My father always said that when you die, if you have five true friends, you have had a great life."
***
Tim McGraw
***

When the last tree will be dejected, the last poisoned flower, the last fished fish you will realize you that money cannot be eaten.
***
Ancient prophecy Cree
***

Inclusive that the love contained all the vocations, that it was everything, that embraced every time and all the places...My vocation I have finally found her...it is the love"
***
S. Teresa di Lisieux
***

2007-05-15T14:23:00.000+02:00

2007-05-13T19:09:00.000+02:00

The project "Zephiro" it is born in Rome in August 2002

from Claudio (guitar) and Giacomo (Bass)

with the intent and the desire to make to know

their style and their creative side inside the Roman (and not only)

musical scenery in which the bands that propose original passages stentano to emerge.

Subsequently it is inserted in the band Roberto (drums),

and after a long alternation of singers among which Tiziana Figliuzzi,

the Zephiros find in June 2003 Emanueles (voice)

with which the project can be defined indeed on its way.

From January 2006 Roberto (battery) leaves for personal reasons the project and quickly Alexander takes over.

2007-05-13T19:06:00.000+02:00

The Stereo Total are a frank-German duo of electronic music,

active especially in the Synthpop but with flashes of ambient, dance and folklore.

The members are Françoise Cactus (to the registry Françoise Van Hove),

the Frenchwoman and Brezel Göring (Friedrich Ziegler) the German.

Among the principal caratteritiches of their music there is that to use many sounds sampled (as for instance the sound of a jail cell) as I break down to the voice.

Their songs are mainly written in French, but in their albums they are present also songs in German, Spanish, Japanese, Turkish and even Italian.

www.stereototal.de

2007-05-13T19:02:00.000+02:00

2007-05-13T19:00:00.000+02:00

Del umbral de un sueño me llamaron

Fue la buena voz, querida voz.

- Dime: ¿vendrás conmigo a ver el alma?...

Una caricia me alcanzó el corazón.

- Siempre contigo Y avancé en el sueño por un larga, desnuda galería;

sentí rozarme su vestido puro

y el latido suave de la mano amista.

***

Machado

2007-05-13T18:53:00.000+02:00

Por mi corazón basta tu pecho,

por tu libertad bastan mis alas.

De mi boca llegará hasta el cielo

lo que estuvo adormecido sobre tu alma.

Te está' en ti la ilusión de cada día.

Llegas como el rocío sobre las corolas.

Cavas el horizonte con tu ausencia.

Eternamente en fuga como la ola.

He dicho que cantaste como en el viento

los pinos y como los árboles maestros de los barcos.

Como aquéllos eres alta y taciturna.

Y de golpe se entristece, como un viaje.

Acogedor como una vieja calle.

Tú popular echi y voces nostálgicas.

Yo me he despertado y a veces migran y huyen

los pájaros que durmieron en tu alma.

***

Pablo Neruda

2007-05-13T18:42:00.000+02:00

Fuga de Juventud
***
El cansado verano baja al jefe
se refleja nell' agua su rubio rostro.
Yero cansado y empolvado
nell' sombrea avenida.

Entre los álamos sopla una ligera
brisa. El cielo a mis hombros y' rojo
de frente l' ansiedad de la tarde
- y el ocaso - y la muerte.

Y voy cansado y empolvado
y detrás de mí arista titubeante
la juventud, baja al jefe
y ya no quiere seguir la calle conmigo.
***
Herman Hesse

2007-05-12T14:19:00.000+02:00

The Epidèmias are a group Power Metal I snore. Native of Moscow this group has been successful in Russia and other countries of the east. Contrarily, in west they have been practically unknown. Their aggressive sound and the voice that it changes from the clean one to the Growling you/he/she has distinguished him from the other Power, gotten used to technical sounds and you shout cleaning up. Their great success is the album Elfyiskaya Rukopis.

Formation:

Maxim Samosvat - voice
Pavel Bushuev - guitar
Yuri Melisov - guitar
Evkeny Laykov - drums
Roman Valeryev - keyboards
Ivan Izotov - bass

2007-05-11T00:41:00.000+02:00

Hacéis qué quienquiera a os venga vaya

sintiéndose mejor y más feliz.

Todos tienen que ver la bondad de vuestra cara,

en vuestros ojos, en vuestra sonrisa.

La alegría trasluce de los ojos, se manifiesta cuando hablamos y caminamos.

No puede ser nosotros encerrada dentro de. Desborda.

La alegría es muy contagiosa.

***

Madre Teresa di Calcutta

2007-05-11T00:24:00.000+02:00

***

Yo no necesito dinero.

Necesito sentimientos,

de palabras, de palabras selectas sabiamente,

de flores pensamientos,

de rosas dichas presencias,

de sueños que habiten los árboles,

de canciones que hagan bailar las estatuas,

de estrellas que murmuren a la oreja de los amantes....

Necesito poesía,

esta magia que quema la pesadez de las palabras,

que despierta las emociones y da colores nuevos.
***

Alda Merini

2007-05-10T23:35:00.000+02:00

"Habitaciones por música"

***

No hay hija de la Belleza

De un hechizo parecido al tuyo;

Cómo música sobre las aguas

Usted tu voz es dulce para mí:

Cuando, como si tuviera pose

El océano prendido a aquel sonido,

Centellean calmas las olas,

Calmados los veinte semejan soñar:

Y la luna de medianoche

Teje una trama brillante sobre el mar

Que leve levanta su pecho

Como un niño dormido:

Así el alma a ti se inclina

Para escuchar y adorarte,

Con emoción profunda y suave

Como de verano la ola del océano.

***

There is no daughter of the Beauty

Of an enchantment similar to yours;

How music on the waters

You your voice is sweet for me:

When, as if it had laying

The ocean bewitched to that sound,

calms the waves Sparkle,

Appeased the winds they seem to dream:

And the moon of midnight

Plots a shining plot on the sea

That light it lifts its breast

As a dormant little boy:

This way the soul to you bends him

to listen and to adore you,

With deep and sweet emotion

As in summer the wave of the ocean.

***

George Gordon Byron

2007-05-10T23:29:00.000+02:00

"Te quiero"
***
Te quiero sin saber cómo, ni cuando ni de dónde,
te quiero directamente sin problemas ni orgullo:
así te quiero porque no sé querer de otro modo que así,

de este modo en cuyo no soy y no eres,
tan parecido que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mía,
tan parecido que se abren tus ojos con mi sueño.
***
I love you without knowing how, neither when neither from where,
I directly love you without neither problems nor pride:
this way I love you because I don't know how to love otherwise that so,

in this way according to which I am not and you are not,
so nearby that your hand on my breast is mine,
so nearby that your eyes open him with my sleep.
***
Pablo Neruda

2007-05-10T22:34:00.000+02:00

Tengo Hambre de tu Boca

***

Tengo hambre de tu boca, de tu voz, de tus pelos

y voy por las calles sin nutrirme, silencioso,

no me sustenta el pan, el alba me revuelve,

busco el sonido líquido de tus pies en el día.

Tengo hambre tu arroz que corre,

de tus manos color de furioso granero,

tiene hambre de la pálida piedra de tus uñas,

quiero comer tu piel como almendra intacta.

Quiero comer el rayo quemado en tu belleza,

la nariz soberana del gallardo rostro,

quiere comer la sombra fugaz de tus pestañas

y hambriento voy y vengo oliendo el crepúsculo,

buscándote, buscando tu corazón caliente

como un puma en la soledad de Quitratue.

***

I am hungry of your mouth, of your voice, of your hair and I go for the roads without feeding me, silent, it doesn't sustain me the bread, the dawn it upsets me, I look for the liquid sound of your feet in the day.

I am hungry of your rice that flows, of your hands color of furious barn, is hungry of the pale stone of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin as intact almond.

I want to eat the lightning burnt in your beauty, the sovereign nose of the sturdy face, wants to eat the fleeting shade of your eyelashes

and hungry I go and I come sniffing the twilight, looking for you looking for your warm heart as a puma in the loneliness of Quitratue.

***

Pablo Neruda

2007-05-10T22:12:00.000+02:00

The Alma Mater are a band Gothic metal,

Death formed metal to Luarca Asturies in Spain in 1999.

The actual group is formed from:

Ricardo Alvar Rozas - Guitar
Dan García García - Guitar
César Alvarez Pérez - Voice
Mario García Rodríguez - Drums
Nicolás D'Angelo Galán - Bass

2007-05-10T21:48:00.000+02:00

Hi to everybody! I wanted to advise you: You look for songs of the "Mago de Oz", kind Folk / Metal. The actual group is formed from:

Txus: Drums
Mohammed: Violin

Carlitos: Guitar
Frank: Guitar
Jorge Salán: Guitar
Peri: Bass
José Andrëa : Vocals
Sergio "Kiskilla": Keyboards and Accordéon
Fernando Ponce de León: Flutes and Bagpipes

www.magodeoz.com

2007-05-10T21:00:00.000+02:00

El Niño Negro

***

¡Mi madre me ha engendrado en el sur salvaje,

y yo soy negro, pero ay! mi alma es blanca;

blanco como un ángel es el niño inglés,

pero yo soy negro, como si privara luz.

Mi madre me ha enseñado bajo un árbol,

y sentándose abajo antes del bochorno del día

me ha tomado en regazo y me ha besado,

y señalando con el dedo el este ha empezado a decir:

"Y dona su luz y dona su calor calle;

y flores y árboles y animales y hombres reciben

consuelo la mañana, alegría en el día.

Y nosotros somos puestos sobre la tierra un po' de tiempo

porque aprendemos a soportar los rayos del amor;

y estos negros cuerpos y esta cara quemadas por el sol

no están sino una nube, y como un sotillo lleno de sombra;

porque cuando nuestras almas hayan aprendido el calor a soportar,

la nube se desvanecerá: venís fuera del bosque, mi amor y cura,

y alrededor de mi cortina de oro como corderos se alegrados."

Así mi madre dijo, y me ha besado.

Y así yo le digo al niño inglés:

cuando yo de la negra y él de la blanca nube nos libraremos

y alrededor de la cortina de Dios como corderos haremos fiesta,

yo lo arreglaré del calor, hasta que será capaz

de apoyarse en alegría sobre la rodilla de nuestro padre;

y entonces yo destaró de pie y acariciaré su pelo de plata,

y seré como él y él entonces me querrá.

***

My mother has produced me in the wild south,

and I am black, but oh! my soul is white;

white as an angel it is the English child,

but I am black, as if deprived of the light.

My mother has taught me under a tree,

and sitting down before the heat of the day

has taken me in womb and has kissed me,

and showing the east has started to say:

"And it gives light and it gives warm street; a

nd flowers and trees and animals and men receive

comfort the morning, joy in the day.

And we are set on the earth some time

because we learn to bear the rays of the love;

and these blacks bodies and this face burnt by the sun

are not that a cloud, and as a grove full of shade;

because when our souls will have learned the warm one to bear,

the cloud it will fade away: you come out of the wood,

my love and care, and around my gold curtain as lambs rejoyced."

This way my mother said, and has kissed me.

And so I tell the English child:

when I from the black one and him from the white cloud will free

there and around the curtain of God as lambs we will make party,

I will mend from the warm one, until it will be able

of to lean on in joy above the knee of our father;

and then I will be standing and I will caress silver hair,

and I will be as him and he then it will love me.

***

William Blake

2007-05-10T20:55:00.000+02:00

The Flower

***

¡Alegre, alegre gorrión!

Bajo las hojas muchos verdes,

Espabilado como una flecha

te ve la felicidad de una flor,

Tú rodeas tu estrecha cuna

cerca de mi corazón.

¡Petirrojo, petirrojo gracioso!

Bajo las hojas muchos verdes

De una flor la felicidad

te siente sollozar, sollozar,

Petirrojo, petirrojo gracioso,

cerca de mi corazón.

***

Happy, happy sparrow!

Under the so green leaves,

Quick as an arrow sees

You the happiness of a flower,

You look for your hold it cradles

next to my heart.

Robin, fair robin!

Under the so green leaves

Of a flower happiness feels

You sob, to sob,

Robin, fair robin,

next to my heart.

***

William Blake

2007-05-10T20:17:00.000+02:00

If you like the catching punk or the rock another musical point,

Erreci makes for your case!

I surrender! Continuous to visit their place and you listen their songs,

they are really good!

The ERRECI are born in January 2002 from a casual collaboration for the share to a contest.

After two years of stop,

have started over playing.

Formation:

Gianluca Roscio: Voice/Guitar

Paolo Roscio: Bass

Daniele Butturini: Guitar

Alessio Gavioli: Drums

I leave you their link:

www.erreci.tk

2007-05-10T20:10:00.000+02:00

Sonetto 78

***

Tan a menudo te he invocado Musa

consiguiendo tal favor a mi poesía,

que cada otra pluma ha seguido mi costumbre

y difunde sus versos en tu favor.

Tus ojos que erudiron lo mudo a explicar el canto

ES a la crasa ignorancia a volar sublime,

han añadido plumas a las alas de los sabios

y otorgado doble majestad a la gracia.

Pero eres principalmente orgulloso de lo que yo compongo

Porque tu es la inspiración y de ti ha nacido:

en los versos ajenos tú no mejoras sino el estilo

y su arte es favorecida por tus dulces gracias.

Por mí sólo tú eres todo mi arte

Y elevas a sabiduría mi ruin ignorancia.

***

I have invoked so often you Muse

getting such favor to my poetry,

that every other pen has followed my custom

and it spreads its verses in your service.

Your eyes that erudiron the mute one to explain the song

is to the crass ignorance to sublime volar,

have added pens to the wings of the wise

and conferred double majesty to the grace.

However be mostly fierce than me

I compose Because your is the inspiration and from you was born:

in other people's verses you don't improve that the style

and their art it is favorite from your sweet graces.

For me you only six all of my art

And you raise to wisdom my rough ignorance.

***

William Shakespeare

2007-05-10T20:04:00.000+02:00

Sonetto 54

***

¡Cuanto todavía más bonita parece la belleza,

para aquel rico adorno que virtud las dona!

Bella ello appar la rosa, pero más bonita la pensamos

por la suave esencia que vivas dentro de ella.

También las salvajes han teñido muy intensas

parecidos al color de las rosas perfumadas,

tienen las mismases espinas y juegan con el mismo brío

cuando la brisa de verano se abre los ascosi botones:

pero ya que su cualidad sólo es la apariencia,

abandonadas viven, se mustian negligentes y solitarias mueren.

No así por las fragantes rosas:

su dulce muerte divien suave perfume:

y así es; por tú, flor estupenda y ámbito,

como marchitarás, mis versos stilleran tu virtud.

***

How much still more beautiful seems the beauty,

for that rich ornament that virtue gives her!

Beautyful there appar the rose, but more beautiful we think

for the sweet essence that lives in her.

Also the wild ones have dyed very intense

similar to the color of the perfumed roses,

has the same thorns and they play with the same vivacity

when the breeze in summer opens the ascosis of it buds:

but since their merit is only the appearance,

abandoned they live, they wither neglected and

solitary they die.

Not so for the fragrant roses:

the their sweet dead divien sweet perfume: and so it is; for you, stupendous flower and circle,

as you will fade, my verses stilleran your virtue.

***

William Shakespeare

2007-05-10T19:58:00.000+02:00

Sonetto 1

***

De seres belli exigimos a un heredero,

no morirá nunca la esencia de rosa,

Si, cuando al tiempo madurando cede,

Un tierno botón al suelo posa;

Pero si tú te contemplas luminoso,

Usted tu llama se ilumina solo,

Carestía sobre terrenal lozano,

Tú destejo tu enemigo a ti se inmola.

Ahora tú eres del mundo la fresca joya,

Único heraldo de la primavera, lo que te

Entierra dentro es más bonito,

Desperdicio avaro de lo que de ti está orgulloso.

Piedad del mundo tienes, que no sucumba

Lo que debes al mundo en tu tumba.

***

Of beautiful beings we demand a heir,

the essence of rose will never die,

If, when to the time maturing surrenders,

A tender bud to the ground places;

But if you gaze yourself bright,

you your flame illuminates alone him,

Famine on terrestrial luxuriant,

You same your enemy to you immolates him.

Now you are of the world the fresh jewel,

Only herald in the spring,

you Bury what inside you it is more beautiful,

I waste stingy of what of you is fierce.

Pity of the world have, that

What doesn't succumb you owe to the world in your grave.

***

William Shakespeare

2007-05-10T19:33:00.000+02:00

Sonetto 24

***

Mi ojo se ha sido pintor y ha trazado

La imagen tu bonita sobre el cuadro de mi corazón;

mi cuerpo es marco en que es encerrada,

Perspéctica, excelente arte pictórico,

Ché por el pintor tienes que ver de ello el arte

Por trovar en caso de que sea tu auténtica imagen pintada,

Custodiada en la tienda de mi seno,

Que tiene tu ojos por vidrios a las ventanas.

Ahora ves como los ojos se ayuden recíprocamente:

Los míos han trazado tu figura y tus

Son ventanas a mi seno, por cuyo el

Sol Goza asomarse a admirarte.

Pero al arte del ojo falta la mejor gracia:

Retira lo que ve, pero no conoce el corazón.

***

My eye is made painter and has traced

your beautiful image on the picture of my heart;

my body is frame in which is contained,

Perspective, excellent pictorial art,

Ché through the painter you must see the art of it

For trovar where is your authentic painted image,

Guarded in the shop of my breast,

That has your eyes for glasses to the windows.

You now see as the eyes helps each other him:

Mine have traced your figure and your

Son windows to my breast, for which the Sun God

It enjoys to lean out to admire you.

However the art of the eye misses the good grace:

It withdraws what sees, but it doesn't know the heart.

***

William Shakespeare

2007-05-10T18:39:00.000+02:00

Hello! My name's Marta! I'm 16 years old and I live in Madrid, in Spain. I study English at school but I don't write wery well, I'M SORRY!!! (''; ) I'm tall, I've got long black hair and I've got big blue eyes. I've got one brother, his name's David (IT'S VERY VERY SILLY! XD ). I like rock music and animals. I can play tennis, swimming and dance ('', )! This, is my life! good morning!!!

@MARTA@

*My life, My music*

(**D)

Charles Dickens

My life, My music