Dove
I'm about so many things. I'm filled with so much. Thoughts, phrases, ideas, pictorial as my words may be, I always try creating a lasting impression. Of me, and what I am about. I wouldn't say I try extremely hard at it, but I do know that I leave a certain mark where ever I am, whatever I do. It's in my nature I guess.
Whatever I do, whatever I say, however I act, it's done in a certain way. This is a reflection of what I am. And this, quoted by my favourite movie of all time, sums it all up.
Whatever I do, whatever I say, however I act, it's done in a certain way. This is a reflection of what I am. And this, quoted by my favourite movie of all time, sums it all up.
I am a sincere man
From where the palm trees grow
And before death takes me,
I want to let the poems soar from my soul.
I come from everywhere
And everywhere I go;
Art I am among the arts,
Among the mountains,
Mountain I am.
All is beautiful and loyal,
All is musical and right,
And all, like the diamond,
Is charcoal before being light.
With the poor of the world
I want to cast my fate;
A little brook in the mountain
Pleases me more than the sea.
I want, whenever I die,
Stateless, but with no master,
To have on my tombstone, a bouquet of flowers...
...and my country's flag.
I cultivate a white rose
In July as in January
For the sincere friend
Who offers me his honest hand.
And for the cruel one who rips from me
My heart by which I live,
I cultivate neither thorns or thistles;
I cultivate the white rose.
From where the palm trees grow
And before death takes me,
I want to let the poems soar from my soul.
I come from everywhere
And everywhere I go;
Art I am among the arts,
Among the mountains,
Mountain I am.
All is beautiful and loyal,
All is musical and right,
And all, like the diamond,
Is charcoal before being light.
With the poor of the world
I want to cast my fate;
A little brook in the mountain
Pleases me more than the sea.
I want, whenever I die,
Stateless, but with no master,
To have on my tombstone, a bouquet of flowers...
...and my country's flag.
I cultivate a white rose
In July as in January
For the sincere friend
Who offers me his honest hand.
And for the cruel one who rips from me
My heart by which I live,
I cultivate neither thorns or thistles;
I cultivate the white rose.
Bravissimo, Fellove.
Bravissimo.
Bravissimo.
2 Comments:
the lost city. eh?
i googled the quote, and found just this link.
small world, this web, yes?
peace!!
\m/
and oh, its one of my favourite works, too.
Oh gosh small world indeed.
Yes it is beautiful, ain't it? What a movie. And it's nice to know someone else liked it as much as I did. ;)
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