The intellect derived from philosophy is similar to a charioteer; for it is present with our desires, and always conducts them to the beautiful. DEMOPHILUS (copyright)
Friday, 21 September 2007
people (I mean...French-except few of them...)
.
I HATE STUPID PEOPLE !
you are the blackest & the stinkiest shit
I HATE STUPID PEOPLE !
you are the blackest & the stinkiest shit
Tuesday, 18 September 2007
Monday, 17 September 2007
Friday, 14 September 2007
I WANT a hero
I WANT a hero : an uncommon want,
When every year and month sends forth a
a new one,
Till, after cloying the gazettes with cant,
The age discovers he is not the true one :
Of such as these I should not care to vaunt,
I'll therefore take our ancient friend Don
Juan-
a new one,
Till, after cloying the gazettes with cant,
The age discovers he is not the true one :
Of such as these I should not care to vaunt,
I'll therefore take our ancient friend Don
Juan-
Don Juan / Byron
a fragment
...
"The new mythology should be worked out from the deepest depth of the mind; it should be the most artistic one among all works of art, because it should embrace all the others, it should be a new river-bed and vase to the ancient and eternal original spring of poetry, and it itself should be the infinite poetry, which hides the seed of all the other poetry".
...
F.Schlegel in : Calasso La Letteratura e gli Dèi
"The new mythology should be worked out from the deepest depth of the mind; it should be the most artistic one among all works of art, because it should embrace all the others, it should be a new river-bed and vase to the ancient and eternal original spring of poetry, and it itself should be the infinite poetry, which hides the seed of all the other poetry".
...
F.Schlegel in : Calasso La Letteratura e gli Dèi
Wednesday, 12 September 2007
Monday, 10 September 2007
Sunday, 9 September 2007
Saturday, 8 September 2007
Once upon a time...
Once upon a time, there lived a knight without a princess, he was proud on his white horse, his long hair in the wind...
He was handsome with his precious sword towards the sky.
One night, inside the thunder, the light blinded his two eyes but his soul.
He was witty on his perillous path.
Something to pursue had been given to him.
Low in the darkness he fell to find where the dream is alive.
He was handsome with his precious sword towards the sky.
One night, inside the thunder, the light blinded his two eyes but his soul.
He was witty on his perillous path.
Something to pursue had been given to him.
Low in the darkness he fell to find where the dream is alive.
Friday, 7 September 2007
Thursday, 6 September 2007
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