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"La bellezza è crudele"

"The bloodshed is horrendous thing," said Julian quickly (the observation on the common cracker was sorry) "but the bloody songs of Homer and Aeschylus are often the most beautiful, for example , the immortal monologue Clytemnestra in 'Agamemnon that I love so much. Camilla, you were our Clytemnestra when we made the Orestiadi ; you remember anything? "
the light flooding through the window, in the face, and in a light so intense, most people seem a bit 'washed out , but his pure, fine features were rather shocking to look at, its eyes clear and bright under dark brows, the temples and the golden reflection that was gradually to disperse the foliage bright, warm as honey. "I remember a bit, 'he said.
watching a spot on the wall above my head, he began to recite the verses. Stared at her. She had a boyfriend? Francis, perhaps? He and she were quite similar, but Francis did not seem the type to be interested in girls. Not that I had high hopes, as he was surrounded by all those young smart and rich, dark clothing by: me, with my hands and my clumsy ways suburban.
His voice was robust in greek, low and lovely.

Thus died, and life ran away from him;
and as she died, I jumped violently
of the red rain of his bitter blood
making me happy, as the gardens are glorious
between the showers of divine birth shoots. When Camilla

ended, there was a brief silence, and, to my amazement, the Henry severely squeezed the eye from the other end of the table.
Julian smiled: "A beautiful passage. I do not never get tired. How could something so horrible, a queen who stabs her husband in the bathroom, both for us so beautiful? ".
"It meter, "said Francis. "The trimeters iambic. Those parts of truly horrifying ' Inferno, for example, Pier da Medicina, without speaking through his nose and a cut in the trachea bloody ... "
" I can think of worse, "interjected Camilla.
"Me too. But that passage is fascinating because of terza rima. Her music! The trimeters resonates in the monologue of Clytemnestra as a bell. "
" But trimeters iambic is quite common in Greek lyric poetry, no? "Said Julian. "Why is so breathtaking that particular passage? Why do not we attract something more relaxed and more bland? "
" Aristotle says in Poetics "said Henry," that objects such as corpses, painful to the eye itself, can become pleasant to contemplate work of art. "
" And I believe that Aristotle is right. After all, what scenes of poetry remain etched in our memory, what we love most? Just this: the murder of Agamemnon and the wrath of Achilles, Dido on the funeral pyre, the daggers of the traitors and the blood of Caesar ... Remember how Suetonius describes his body taken away in the trash, one arm hanging down? "
" Death is the mother of beauty, "said Henry.
"And what is beauty?"
"Terror."
"said Ben," said Julian. "Beauty is rarely soft or consolatory. Quite the opposite. True beauty is always a bit 'disturbing'.
Camilla looked, her face shining in the sun, and I thought of that verse of the Iliad that I love so much, at Pallas Athena and his terrible eyes blazing.
'E se bellezza è terrore, »proseguì Julian« cos'è allora il desiderio? Riteniamo di avere molti desideri, ma di fatto ne abbiamo soltanto uno. Qual è? »
« Vivere »rispose Camilla.
«Vivere per sempre »


Momiji ~ ❤

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York State Of Mind, I had to You to the memories. . .

was wandering around looking down at the words
"York State Of Mind, I had to You to the memories ... "

not know even the meaning of sorrow wash away tears as though

still in your eyes, have appeared only you will not change anything ...


the fact that only the last words I heard was left to bring these feelings
, to your place
ride on a melody, even shade sorrow

I look down at the last word, even in the memories, to hear that once again embrace
exchanged smiles than tears flow
committed last wish will come true if you first feelings when we met


again was left in my heart as I heard the last words only bring these feelings
,
to your place to put your sorrow Etude

was left in my heart as I heard the last words only To bring this idea
, to your place
carrying the melody, but the sorrow

tame any kind of a little courage
deliver these feelings, to your place to put a melody


sorrow bring these feelings, to your place
Both ride on the kindness Etude

Momiji ~ ❤