09 Gennaio 2009
Quadri per un'esposizione (parte III)John William Waterhouse: "The lady of Shalott" [I. She has a sad lovely face]
Slowly she moves through the willows Silent she reaches for the boat She has a sad lovely face She is the Lady of Shalott Sail on When the mirror is cracking and the white mist surrounds her All things must go, all things must go A new journey's beginning to a new way of being but All things must go, all things must go She will walk in the sunlight and be free from her burden and All things must go, all things must go But it's time to set sails in a mystical journey when all things must go [II. The portal of infinity...] The Queen of Light appears High on the distant shore And as I breathe my very last second She parts the darkness with her hand The spiral passage of Time is moving Silent through the galaxy And she who controls all our destinies In her hands she holds the spirits of kings If I could do it all over again I guess I would do it just the same All life is formed and re-formed again I finally found my Holy Grail, reaching the [chorus] Portal of Infinity, open wide to let my spirit in Portal of Infinity, take me back to where all life begins Never to look back, never to feel pain again Forever to live Never to look back, never to feel pain again Forever free I've finally find my way back home - Infinity I've finally find my way back home - Eternity I've finally find my way back home - Infinity I've finally find my way back home, re-united with myself [III. ...and Beyond] Portal of Infinity, open wide to let my spirit in Portal of Infinity, take me back to where all life begins Portal of Infinity, now I know what I find on the other side Portal of Infinity, by this blinding light a new legend is born Never to look back, never to feel pain again, Forever to live Never to look back, never to feel pain again Forever free I've finally find my way back home - Infinity I've finally find my way back home - Eternity I've finally find my way back home - Infinity I've finally find my way back home, re-united with myself
Vai alla home di questo BLOG | Trascende ogni mio controllo1. The widest prairies have electric fences (...) Electirc limits to OUR widest senses.
2. Oh, pensa Virginia, appena prima del tè, ecco la morte. 3. Fool, said my muse to me / Look in thy heart and write. 4. Non temere la vampa del sole / nè del furioso inverno le tempeste. 5. Que le jour recommence ou que le jour finisse / Sans que jamais Titus puisse voir Bérénice, / Sans que de tout le jour je puisse voir Titus. Aborro1. Ceux qui n'apprecient pas la beauté.
2. Ceux qui jettent l'amour n'importe où n'importe quand. 3. Moi qui ai jeté l'amour, honte à moi. 4. Ceux qui jouent un role pendant toute leur vie et qui ne savent pas que la vie n'est pas un plateau de théatre. 5. Everybody who does not think that life is not about nightingales. Sono sempre e soltanto connessioniForesta di simboli?Une Vague de revesLa musique adoucit les murs
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1 commento
- Les yeux de Jade d'Ophélie
Je suis tombé sur ton blog par celui de Silvia ;-) Cette peinture m'a rappelé la chanson de Barbara, là bas à Marienbad... D'ailleurs, il y a chez John Everett Millais (toujours le préraphaélisme) une peinture d'Ophélie, je ne sais pas si tu la connais:
http://www.cazbo.co.uk/ThePainting/ThePainting/LargerPiccy.jpg
Il est bien ton blog, tu devrais y écrire plus souvent.