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Gleb

se oli kuin noituutta:
ei pystytty ksittmn,
kuinka suurmiehikin Gleb
ivallaan sai itkemn!!
mursi muutamalla sanalla: lause tai kaksi!
hnt alettiin kutsua teurastajaksi.
koko kyl oli kovin uninen,
vain valossa
alkavan aamun viel
saunottiin juhlatalossa:
oli suureen neen maailmalta melskaamaan
ylpistyneet herrat tulleet lapsuusmaisemaan.
Gleb tiet tulokkaista, lht tekee,
vet niskaan pitkn viitan, viestiintuojiin
vilkaisee...
hlmt soittakoot suitaan,
hlmilkt vaan,
pian tulee teurastaja:
tulee teurastamaan,
nolaamaan kysymyksilln
ja jo koht'silln teurastaa.
ja teurastaa kuin sian!
"epmukavaa?
sep mukavaa!"
lylyss niille, jotka ei osaa el,
naurettiin,
kaukaa tuodut hienot juomat
kiuasvesiksi viskottiin,
Gleb ovella takkia riisuu, paljastaa pn,
koputtaa ja koko kyl pit henken...
"kylpyvieraitako?
katsotaanpas!", huudetaan
"herrat, en ky kylpemn nyt-
asiani vie hetken vaan"
oli hetken hiljaista ja kun poistuessaan
kahdet kasvot kalvenneet nousi saunan ikkunaan
katsomaan tuon tumman hahmon pern vaiti, niin
taas teurastajan teurastaneen tiedettiin...
hlmt soittakoot suitaan...
Gleb on julma mies
mutta kuitenkin nyr:
miettii usein, ett varmasti
joku toinen julmuri jossain
teurastaa
viel hntkin
etevmmin

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Kaikki On Hyvin

Oli piv maailman parhain, oli vaatimuksia jo varhain
Joita toimitettiin ties mist, oli hirveet stmist
Kello kaulassaan aika juoksi ksittmtt mink vuoksi
Tiesi vain tuloksia tytyi nostaa, piiskata kuolluttakin hevosta
Niin me ravattiin kehdosta hautaan, hakattiin aivan kylmkin rautaa
Kaikki tiesi jo tullessaan sisn, nyt vaan kiiresti kaikkea lis
Laitettiin vaikka heikolle jlle, elementtitalot toisten plle
Radio toisti tunnissa kerran: "Peilists net maailman herran"
Jotain siit kai kuuli tuo tuuli kun kovin niin ryhtyikin puhaltamaan
Alkoi mahtavaa myrsky yllemme valmistamaan
Voi meit! Voi teit! Eksyneit!
Maailmaan tiemme kun toi, oli vain hmryys ja sekava syys
Pelastusarmeijaporukka yn meteli ja pastori rumpua li
Mustat pilvet kerntyi ensin, aivan kohta jo rakeita lensi
Rnt, kivi, rapaa ja muuta, taivas alkoi sylke ja huutaa
Ja kuin jnnitetty jousi, ostoskeskus otti ja nousi
terksisille verkkojaloilleen, eik kukaan jisi aloilleen
Pkseen puolet Puolanmaata pisti, keskelle keikkumaan ntisti
Palavat silmns keltaisista hampurilaisketjun kirjaimista
Se li Vapaudenpatsaasta vinon, pilvenpiirtjist halkopinon
Jlleen kokonainen kansa juoksi, nyt vain henkiriepunsa vuoksi
Metroasemasta ji vain tomumaja marmorille maatumaan
Ja kun keskustori katosi ksitin, moni tulisi kaatumaan
Se viskoi taloja virtojen suihin, katuvaloja puistojen puihin
Rouvat moottoritiesillan alla tukki korvia persilijalla
Huusi sireenit kellot ja vki, joka ukkostaivaalla nki
kun tuli vaunut ja helvetin piskit, meteoreja kupeiltaan iski
Silloin viime hetkell juuri, tuli taivaan leimahdus suuri
Sokaisi koko surkean maan, suisti ratsuvenkin radaltaan
Sitten oli jotain aivan uutta, pelkk pime hiljaisuutta
Ja kun valkeni vaimoni vaan, pyyhki plyist pukuaan
Ett joku meit silmiin sahaa, jos se olikin vain unta pahaa
Vaan jos niin kuka tn sopan keitti, tnne merenrantaan meidt heitti
Kuka sekoitti herrat ja narrit niin hyvin ettei en milloinkaan
toista toisesta erottamaan kyennyt taikuri taitavinkaan
Maailmaan tiemme kun toi, oli vain hmryys ja sekava syys
Kultaisin aterimin herrat puuroa si ja pankkiiri rumpua li
(skettin saamiemme tietojen mukaan Suomi on juuri kadonnut kartalta)
Nyt kaikki on hyvin, taivas on hyv
Seesteinen, syv, loputon
saa uskomaan ett kaikki muukin on
Kaikki on hyvin, meri on hyv
Se on sininen syv, loputon
Saa uskomaan ett kaikki muukin on
Nyt kaikki on hyvin, taivas on hyv
Se on seesteinen, syv, loputon
saa uskomaan ett kaikki muukin on
Kaikki on hyvin, meri on hyv
Se on sininen syv, loputon
saa uskomaan ett kaikki muukin on

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Mikn Ei Voi Menn Vikaan

Mithn mekin tarvittiin, mik oli arvokasta?
Nyt kun taivas niskaamme tippui,
sen saattaa kunnolla ksitt vasta...
Talonmies oli jrkimies:
pisti pillit pussiin ja pakeni.
Min kanssasi jin katsomaan,
kuinka aamu sydnyksi sakeni...
Li tuuli kaupungit lakoon,
asuu kato viljamailla.
Nyt ollaan aivan jokainen
tasa-arvoisesti kaikkea vailla, joutomailla.
Puilla paljailla.
Koko kansa kansanlaulun laulaa,
vaikkei lydy nuottiakaan.
Sin hymyilet, ja mikn ei voi menn vikaan.
Koko kansa kansanlaulun laulaa,
se lataamoissa lauletaan.
Sin hymyilet, ja mikn ei voi menn vikaan...
Nlkinen kansa kiljukauloin pimess
kiinni ky viimeiseen suomalaiseen sikaan.
Sika jtt hyvstit murheiset,
mutta jos sin elm jt et,
niin mikn ei voi menn vikaan nyt.
Mikn ei voi menn vikaan.
Voit saaliin suunnan haistaa
vain haistamalla eteln.
Siis kalaverkon painoksi
min uhraan viimeisenkin knnykn.
Tuon jrvivett janoosi,
kunhan jhn railo taotaan.
Laita osakepaperit palamaan,
niin saamme tulta thn viimeiseen
arvokkaaseen Tymies -tupakkaan.
Koko kansa kansanlaulun laulaa...
Laitan nuotion pihaan lataamon:
viel kaksi kalaa ruoaksi on,
ja ykin on viimein hiljentynyt...
Ei, mikn ei voi menn vikaan nyt!

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Saint Shirdi Sai Baba!

Ek Santh aisa Shirdi mein hai bassa
Chaha na kuch Apna, banaya sab ko Apna
SAI RAM, SAI SHYAM, SAI BANAYE BIGADE KAAM
Na koi uncha, na koi neecha, na koi aamir, na koi gharib
Na koi Hindu hai, Na koi musalmaan hai, Na koi aur dharm ka hai
Sab ek hai Uske Nazar mein, Bas pyar aur vishwas ho saath
Jo Sai ko maante hai, woh yeh baat jaante hai, maante hai
Pyar se phir sar pe humare rakhenge Sai Apna Haath
Kushiyon ka hoga barsaat.

Shirdi is blessed by this Saint's presence
Shirdi Sai Baba, the guiding spirit of love
He helps those who seek Him
He resides in every heart that loves Him
Sai is Ram, Sai is Shyam, Sai is EkNaam
Sai Resolves all problems
Nobody is rich, Nobody is poor, Nobody is high, Nobody is low
Nobody is a Hindu, Nobody is Muslim, Nobody is of any other religion
Everybody is the same in His Eyes, as long as they have love and faith
Those who have faith in Him know this, follow this
He smilingly places His Hand on us and blesses us with eternal bliss.

poem by Manjeshwari P MYSORE
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Non Puoi Lasciarmi Cos (Quit Playing Games)

Guardo dentro me e so gi
cosa rester di noi
quello che vorrei sei tu
ma niente ti riporta qui.
Che cosa non farei per te
ma il tempo gioca contro me
quanto ti vorrei non sai oh no.
Non puoi lasciarmi cos, lo sai o no
(non mi lasciare mai non mi lasciare mai non mi lasciare mai)
non puoi giocare cos con me
(non puoi giocare mai non mi lasciare mai non mi lasciare mai)
non farlo mai.
Ritornerai lo so
mi vedo gi vicino a te
dammi un segno che tu ci sei
io voglio immaginarti qui.
Che cosa non farei per te
ma il tempo gioca contro me
quanto ti vorrei non sai oh no.
... lo sai che.
Non puoi lasciarmi cos, lo sai o no
(non mi lasciare mai non mi lasciare mai non mi lasciare mai)
non puoi giocare cos con me
(non puoi giocare mai non mi lasciare mai non mi lasciare mai)
non farlo mai.
Se ci credi c' ancora un domani per noi
possiamo ancora stare insieme.
Se ci tieni
star qui con te
sarai qui con me.
Ritornerai lo so
mi vedo gi vicino a te
dammi un segno che tu ci sei
io voglio immaginarti qui.
Che cosa non farei per te
ma il tempo gioca contro me
quanto ti vorrei non sai oh no.
Non puoi lasciarmi cos, lo sai o no
(non mi lasciare mai non mi lasciare mai non mi lasciare mai)
non puoi giocare cos con me
(non puoi giocare mai non mi lasciare mai)
non puoi giocare cos non puoi lo sai non puoi.

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Metamorphoses: Book The Ninth

Theseus requests the God to tell his woes,
Whence his maim'd brow, and whence his groans arose
Whence thus the Calydonian stream reply'd,
With twining reeds his careless tresses ty'd:
Ungrateful is the tale; for who can bear,
When conquer'd, to rehearse the shameful war?
Yet I'll the melancholy story trace;
So great a conqu'ror softens the disgrace:
Nor was it still so mean the prize to yield,
As great, and glorious to dispute the field.
The Story of Perhaps you've heard of Deianira's name,
Achelous and For all the country spoke her beauty's fame.
Hercules Long was the nymph by num'rous suitors woo'd,
Each with address his envy'd hopes pursu'd:
I joyn'd the loving band; to gain the fair,
Reveal'd my passion to her father's ear.
Their vain pretensions all the rest resign,
Alcides only strove to equal mine;
He boasts his birth from Jove, recounts his spoils,
His step-dame's hate subdu'd, and finish'd toils.
Can mortals then (said I), with Gods compare?
Behold a God; mine is the watry care:
Through your wide realms I take my mazy way,
Branch into streams, and o'er the region stray:
No foreign guest your daughter's charms adores,
But one who rises in your native shores.
Let not his punishment your pity move;
Is Juno's hate an argument for love?
Though you your life from fair Alcmena drew,
Jove's a feign'd father, or by fraud a true.
Chuse then; confess thy mother's honour lost,
Or thy descent from Jove no longer boast.
While thus I spoke, he look'd with stern disdain,
Nor could the sallies of his wrath restrain,
Which thus break forth. This arm decides our right;
Vanquish in words, be mine the prize in fight.
Bold he rush'd on. My honour to maintain,
I fling my verdant garments on the plain,
My arms stretch forth, my pliant limbs prepare,
And with bent hands expect the furious war.
O'er my sleek skin now gather'd dust he throws,
And yellow sand his mighty muscles strows.
Oft he my neck, and nimble legs assails,
He seems to grasp me, but as often fails.
Each part he now invades with eager hand;
Safe in my bulk, immoveable I stand.
So when loud storms break high, and foam and roar
Against some mole that stretches from the shore;
The firm foundation lasting tempests braves,
Defies the warring winds, and driving waves.

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Rasvainen Tiistai

Mykki - pykki - metsn ven metelinti huumaa pn.
Puna - hilkka kantaa raakaa sudenlihaa myssyssn
Hn kiirehtii mkille men:
on orgiat, arvatenkin,
joissa pullon henki on taas
satuven renki
Tuhkimo ei tahdo liata lasisia kenkin:
mudassa kiit kolmikko, kun nekksti idilln
ratsastaa, nivusissaan loinen:
hoppu on melkoinen!
Siis pid tiukasti kiinni,
Peukaloinen!
Elm on rasvainen tiistai,
hillittmyyden hurmio heidt sai.
Valitse vapaasti, joko - tai:
unohdus vai...
Rasvainen tiistai!
Satumetsn auringon alla vain hullut tit tekevt,
terassi "Tammipuussa" hikoilevat veikot etevt.
Baarissa huolimaton kpi fondue - pataan uppoaa,
kun Pikku Prinssi retuuttaa toista kruunupt kirnun taa,
niin Nukkumatti ylleen heitt unihiekan hivn.
Ja huomenna on taas uusi
samanlainen piv...
elm on rasvainen tiistai...
Elm on rasvainen tiistai,
hillittmyyden huippu hurmio heidt sai.
siis valitse vapaasti joko - tai:
unohdus vai...
rasvainen tiistai?
Ikuinen rasvainen tiistai?
Hillittmyyden hurmio heidt sai!
Rasvainen tiistai!

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Lara

LARA. [1]

CANTO THE FIRST.

I.

The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, [2]
And slavery half forgets her feudal chain;
He, their unhoped, but unforgotten lord —
The long self-exiled chieftain is restored:
There be bright faces in the busy hall,
Bowls on the board, and banners on the wall;
Far chequering o'er the pictured window, plays
The unwonted fagots' hospitable blaze;
And gay retainers gather round the hearth,
With tongues all loudness, and with eyes all mirth.

II.

The chief of Lara is return'd again:
And why had Lara cross'd the bounding main?
Left by his sire, too young such loss to know,
Lord of himself; — that heritage of woe,
That fearful empire which the human breast
But holds to rob the heart within of rest! —
With none to check, and few to point in time
The thousand paths that slope the way to crime;
Then, when he most required commandment, then
Had Lara's daring boyhood govern'd men.
It skills not, boots not, step by step to trace
His youth through all the mazes of its race;
Short was the course his restlessness had run,
But long enough to leave him half undone.

III.

And Lara left in youth his fatherland;
But from the hour he waved his parting hand
Each trace wax'd fainter of his course, till all
Had nearly ceased his memory to recall.
His sire was dust, his vassals could declare,
'Twas all they knew, that Lara was not there;
Nor sent, nor came he, till conjecture grew
Cold in the many, anxious in the few.
His hall scarce echoes with his wonted name,
His portrait darkens in its fading frame,
Another chief consoled his destined bride,
The young forgot him, and the old had died;
"Yet doth he live!" exclaims the impatient heir,
And sighs for sables which he must not wear.

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Lara. A Tale

The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain,
And slavery half forgets her feudal chain;
He, their unhoped, but unforgotten lord--
The long self-exiled chieftain is restored:
There be bright faces in the busy hall,
Bowls on the board, and banners on the wall;
Far chequering o'er the pictured window, plays
The unwonted fagots' hospitable blaze;
And gay retainers gather round the hearth,
With tongues all loudness, and with eyes all mirth.

II.
The chief of Lara is return'd again:
And why had Lara cross'd the bounding main?
Left by his sire, too young such loss to know,
Lord of himself;--that heritage of woe,
That fearful empire which the human breast
But holds to rob the heart within of rest!--
With none to check, and few to point in time
The thousand paths that slope the way to crime;
Then, when he most required commandment, then
Had Lara's daring boyhood govern'd men.
It skills not, boots not, step by step to trace
His youth through all the mazes of its race;
Short was the course his restlessness had run,
But long enough to leave him half undone.

III.
And Lara left in youth his fatherland;
But from the hour he waved his parting hand
Each trace wax'd fainter of his course, till all
Had nearly ceased his memory to recall.
His sire was dust, his vassals could declare,
'Twas all they knew, that Lara was not there;
Nor sent, nor came he, till conjecture grew
Cold in the many, anxious in the few.
His hall scarce echoes with his wonted name,
His portrait darkens in its fading frame,
Another chief consoled his destined bride,
The young forgot him, and the old had died;
'Yet doth he live!' exclaims the impatient heir,
And sighs for sables which he must not wear.
A hundred scutcheons deck with gloomy grace
The Laras' last and longest dwelling-place;
But one is absent from the mouldering file,
That now were welcome to that Gothic pile.

IV.
He comes at last in sudden loneliness,
And whence they know not, why they need not guess;

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The Golden Age

Long ere the Muse the strenuous chords had swept,
And the first lay as yet in silence slept,
A Time there was which since has stirred the lyre
To notes of wail and accents warm with fire;
Moved the soft Mantuan to his silvery strain,
And him who sobbed in pentametric pain;
To which the World, waxed desolate and old,
Fondly reverts, and calls the Age of Gold.

Then, without toil, by vale and mountain side,
Men found their few and simple wants supplied;
Plenty, like dew, dropped subtle from the air,
And Earth's fair gifts rose prodigal as prayer.
Love, with no charms except its own to lure,
Was swiftly answered by a love as pure.
No need for wealth; each glittering fruit and flower,
Each star, each streamlet, made the maiden's dower.
Far in the future lurked maternal throes,
And children blossomed painless as the rose.
No harrowing question `why,' no torturing `how,'
Bent the lithe frame or knit the youthful brow.
The growing mind had naught to seek or shun;
Like the plump fig it ripened in the sun.
From dawn to dark Man's life was steeped in joy,
And the gray sire was happy as the boy.
Nature with Man yet waged no troublous strife,
And Death was almost easier than Life.
Safe on its native mountains throve the oak,
Nor ever groaned 'neath greed's relentless stroke.
No fear of loss, no restlessness for more,
Drove the poor mariner from shore to shore.
No distant mines, by penury divined,
Made him the sport of fickle wave or wind.
Rich for secure, he checked each wish to roam,
And hugged the safe felicity of home.

Those days are long gone by; but who shall say
Why, like a dream, passed Saturn's Reign away?
Over its rise, its ruin, hangs a veil,
And naught remains except a Golden Tale.
Whether 'twas sin or hazard that dissolved
That happy scheme by kindly Gods evolved;
Whether Man fell by lucklessness or pride,-
Let jarring sects, and not the Muse, decide.
But when that cruel Fiat smote the earth,
Primeval Joy was poisoned at its birth.
In sorrow stole the infant from the womb,
The agëd crept in sorrow to the tomb.
The ground, so bounteous once, refused to bear
More than was wrung by sower, seed, and share.

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Metamorphoses: Book The Third

WHEN now Agenor had his daughter lost,
He sent his son to search on ev'ry coast;
And sternly bid him to his arms restore
The darling maid, or see his face no more,
But live an exile in a foreign clime;
Thus was the father pious to a crime.
The Story of The restless youth search'd all the world around;
of Cadmus But how can Jove in his amours be found?
When, tir'd at length with unsuccessful toil,
To shun his angry sire and native soil,
He goes a suppliant to the Delphick dome;
There asks the God what new appointed home
Should end his wand'rings, and his toils relieve.
The Delphick oracles this answer give.
"Behold among the fields a lonely cow,
Unworn with yokes, unbroken to the plow;
Mark well the place where first she lays her down,
There measure out thy walls, and build thy town,
And from thy guide Boeotia call the land,
In which the destin'd walls and town shall stand."
No sooner had he left the dark abode,
Big with the promise of the Delphick God,
When in the fields the fatal cow he view'd,
Nor gall'd with yokes, nor worn with servitude:
Her gently at a distance he pursu'd;
And as he walk'd aloof, in silence pray'd
To the great Pow'r whose counsels he obey'd.
Her way thro' flow'ry Panope she took,
And now, Cephisus, cross'd thy silver brook;
When to the Heav'ns her spacious front she rais'd,
And bellow'd thrice, then backward turning gaz'd
On those behind, 'till on the destin'd place
She stoop'd, and couch'd amid the rising grass.
Cadmus salutes the soil, and gladly hails
The new-found mountains, and the nameless vales,
And thanks the Gods, and turns about his eye
To see his new dominions round him lye;
Then sends his servants to a neighb'ring grove
For living streams, a sacrifice to Jove.
O'er the wide plain there rose a shady wood
Of aged trees; in its dark bosom stood
A bushy thicket, pathless and unworn,
O'er-run with brambles, and perplex'd with thorn:
Amidst the brake a hollow den was found,
With rocks and shelving arches vaulted round.
Deep in the dreary den, conceal'd from day,
Sacred to Mars, a mighty dragon lay,
Bloated with poison to a monstrous size;
Fire broke in flashes when he glanc'd his eyes:
His tow'ring crest was glorious to behold,

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Vanity Kills

Have you heard the latest? (you love you)
Have you seen who just walked in (vain vain vain vain)
(uh huh, you love you) right over there
Shes so vain vain vain vain
Vain vain vain vain
Im glad youve found someone who loves you
But sad to say that someone is you
And now perhaps youll both be happy
Guess that makes two just you and you
Someone who cares so much about you
But does that someone have to be you
Bom bom bom bom bom bom bom bom yeah
Bom bom bom bom bom bom bom bom yeah
Vanity kills, it dont pay bills
Vanity kills, you love you
Vanity kills, it dont pay bills
Vanity kills, it kills
So glad I found you glancing in the mirror
Gazing deeply at loves patron saint
Admire the frame, survey the scenery
Or are you just inspecting the paint
Temptations strong modestys so weak
High on yourself humble you aint
Bom bom bom bom bom bom bom bom yeah
Bom bom bom bom bom bom bom bom yeah
Vanity kills, it dont pay bills
Vanity kills, you love you
Vanity kills, it dont pay bills
Vanity kills, you love you
Vanity kills, it dont pay bills (no way)
Vanity kills, you love you
Vanity kills, it dont pay bills
Vanity kills, it kills
So vain, vain vain vain
You love you (yeah)
Give it, give it us, give it us
So vain, so vain, so vain
Vanity kills, it dont pay bills
Vanity kills, you love you
Vanity kills, it dont pay bills
Vanity kills, you love you
Vanity kills, it dont pay bills
Vanity kills, you love you
Vanity kills, if the blast dont get you
Then the fallout will
You love you

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Come Stai

forse non lo dici
per lo fai
e questo non onesto
...vero
forse non lo dici
per lo sai
e non andrai in para...
...diso
forse non lo dici
per lo fai
e questo non mica
...bello
forse non lo dici
per lo sai
e quindi sei un reci...
...divo
come stai...
ti distingui dal luogo comune
ti piace vivere come vuoi
e vuoi rispondere solo a te
forse non lo dici
per lo sai
che prima o poi rimani
...solo
tu non li capisci
ma tutti lo sai
hanno messo la test...a
...posto
come stai...
ti distingui dal luogo comune
ti piace vivere come sei
e rispondere solo a te
come stai...
ti distingui dall'uomo comune
ti piace vivere come vuoi
e rispondi solo a te
..tu non li capisci
ma tutti lo sai
hanno messo la test...a
...posto
come stai...
ti distingui dal luogo comune
ti piace vivere come sei
e vuoi rispondere solo a te
come stai...
ti distingui dall'uomo comune
ti piace vivere come sei
e rispondi solo
a te

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Quanti Anni Hai

Quanti anni hai
stasera
quanti me ne di...
bambina
quanti non ne vuoi
pi dire
forse non li vuoi
"capire"...
Ti ho pensato sai...
stasera
ti ho pensato poi...
la sfiga
mi ha telefonato lei
per prima
non ho saputo dir di no
lo sai che storia c'era
Dopo dove vai
stasera
sai che non lo so
bambina
certo che tu no
non sei la prima
e di certo no
non sei la pi "serena"
Quello che ti do
stasera
questa canzone
onesta e sincera
certo che potevo sai
approfittar di te
ma dopo come facevo
a fare senza ..... se
Meglio che "rimani"
a casa
meglio che "non esci"
stasera
perch la notte non pi
sicura
e non nemmeno pi
sincera
Quanti anni hai
stasera
sai che non lo so
bambina
forse ne ho soltanto qualcuno... qualcuno
... pi di te
ma la curiosit
che non so pi cos'

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Rossa Mela Della Sera

rosso il sole
una mela
E sbuccia laria della sera
Che sei sola come me
Lo so dagli occhi
Li porter con me sai
Quando vado via
Lamore che
Disfi e fai
Con le tue mani su di me
Quando vieni e quando vai
Lo so dagli occhi
Li porter con me sai
Quando vado via
Li porter con me sai
x farmi compagnia ye ye ye
Uh uh uh uh con me
Nel cuore e nellanima mia
Uh uh uh uh con me
Rossa mela della sera
Se fossi un lago dilagherei
E se potessi pioverei
Fino in fondo agli occhi tuoi
Come un cielo
Ti porter con me sai
Quando vado via
Ti porter con me sai
x farmi compagnia ye ye ye
Uh uh uh uh con me
Nel cuore e nellanima mia
Uh uh uh uh con me
Ovunque sei
Uh uh uh uh con me
Miele per lanima mia
Uh uh uh uh s con me
Rossa mela della sera
Tu tu tu tu tu
Tu tu tu tu tu
Tu tu tu tu tu
Tu tu tu tu tu
Rossa mela della sera

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Rakkaus On Pesti Hulluuteen

Meni turvallinen tiistaipiv,
tuiki tavalline keskiviikko,
tuttu torstaikin taisi menn
koko vikko sit samaa taas:
rauha maass'
M kvelen kadulla niin kuin nyt kadulla kvelln
kun sitten nn tn ilmestyksen
ensi silmyksen myt
saankin kdet tyteen tyt tss rakkaudessa nhks
Meni muutamia viikkoja lis
hurman hetkill hulluus marssii sisn
ja kysyy: onkos tll rakastavaisia
m taisin tulla oikeaan paikkaan
ja niimp nyt
sin saat minut kiehumaan,
min saan sinut kiehumaan
ja yhdess asutamme maan jonka nimen rakkaus on
[chorus]
Hulluuteen, tlliseen kerta kerran jlkeen mukaan meen
menee toraillessa tiistaipiv
mykkkoulussa keskiviikko
torstai on eptoivoa tynn
ja perjantaikin kovin pitk
tst kaikesta saa helposti kyllikseen
minne katsonkin aina punaista nn
mun p paisuu
m hakkaan sit seinn
nn mustaa verkalleen
kunnes taas ymmrretn toisiamme
kunnes on lmpa ja tahtoa auttaa
ja ymmrryst niille joilla on vain niiden
tasainen kelkkamki hautaan
Ja niimp taas sin saat minut juopumaan
min saan sinut luopumaan
leikiten antautumaan tll maalla,
jonka nimen rakkaus on
eik tss yhtn missn
ole mitn normaaliuteen viittaavaa
rakkaus on pesti hulluuteen
[chorus]
eik tss yhtn missn
ole mitn normaaliuteen viittaavaa

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The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 10

THE GATES of heav’n unfold: Jove summons all
The gods to council in the common hall.
Sublimely seated, he surveys from far
The fields, the camp, the fortune of the war,
And all th’ inferior world. From first to last, 5
The sov’reign senate in degrees are plac’d.
Then thus th’ almighty sire began: “Ye gods,
Natives or denizens of blest abodes,
From whence these murmurs, and this change of mind,
This backward fate from what was first design’d? 10
Why this protracted war, when my commands
Pronounc’d a peace, and gave the Latian lands?
What fear or hope on either part divides
Our heav’ns, and arms our powers on diff’rent sides?
A lawful time of war at length will come, 15
(Nor need your haste anticipate the doom),
When Carthage shall contend the world with Rome,
Shall force the rigid rocks and Alpine chains,
And, like a flood, come pouring on the plains.
Then is your time for faction and debate, 20
For partial favor, and permitted hate.
Let now your immature dissension cease;
Sit quiet, and compose your souls to peace.”
Thus Jupiter in few unfolds the charge;
But lovely Venus thus replies at large: 25
“O pow’r immense, eternal energy,
(For to what else protection can we fly?)
Seest thou the proud Rutulians, how they dare
In fields, unpunish’d, and insult my care?
How lofty Turnus vaunts amidst his train, 30
In shining arms, triumphant on the plain?
Ev’n in their lines and trenches they contend,
And scarce their walls the Trojan troops defend:
The town is fill’d with slaughter, and o’erfloats,
With a red deluge, their increasing moats. 35
Æneas, ignorant, and far from thence,
Has left a camp expos’d, without defense.
This endless outrage shall they still sustain?
Shall Troy renew’d be forc’d and fir’d again?
A second siege my banish’d issue fears, 40
And a new Diomede in arms appears.
One more audacious mortal will be found;
And I, thy daughter, wait another wound.
Yet, if with fates averse, without thy leave,
The Latian lands my progeny receive, 45
Bear they the pains of violated law,
And thy protection from their aid withdraw.
But, if the gods their sure success foretell;
If those of heav’n consent with those of hell,
To promise Italy; who dare debate 50

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Nha Trang, Viet Nam Catholic Bishop’s Family

I do not love you with any of my heart
I see you & your family are part of the devil’s cart

Bishop Pierre I trusted & believed he taught you all
Honestly, Truth, God & not lying, stealing and abusing a human that causes him/her to fall

In time I learned when Bishop Pierre died the devil took 100% control
You and your family stole my money, my life, my love, my heart and my soul

Medically disabled does not matter to Nguyen Thi Dieu Tran, Pham Chi Tai, your family is true
Both of you and Nguyen Elizabeth & others in your family know it is wrong to do

Losing my life would have been easier with Ho Chi Minh
Now I identify the Catholic Bishop Pierre’s family in the USA and Viet Nam as VC who find it easy to sin

Live & die in peace is hard to find
Due to medical and financial pain caused by the Bishop’s family members who have the Devil’s mind

The stress from the expenses to take care of the house, the car and my life causes my heart to cry
Due Tai Chi Pham the Trustee of my Irrevocable Trust Fund illegally caused it be dry

With the Catholic Vietnamese family I learned what you can feel and see
Even with Bishop Pierre Nguyen Van Nho in the family can still act like the VC

I ask all of you who read this poem to give your response about this zone
It would help me understand if I am all alone

You can see a public copy of the signed and stamped TEMPORARY ORDER OF PROHIBITION against Tai Chi Pham by the State of Illinois Secretary of State Securities Department in July 2009 at: http: //www.cyberdriveillinois.com/departments/securiti es/administrative_actions/2009/july/taipham_top.p df

And you can see a public copy of the signed and stamped FINAL ORDER OF PROHIBITION against Mr. Tai Chi Pham at the State of Illinois Secretary of State Securities Department Internet Site August 2009 at:
http: //www.cyberdriveillinois.com/departments/securiti es/administrative_actions/2009/august/taipham_op. pdf

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Passiivista Vastarintaa

miss se on se steily, kun ei sit missn haista
ei sit pellon pientareella tai metsn reunassa ny
on vain sakenevaa st, ja koiralla kolme pt
ja tyhjt kaupat, kirkot joissa ei kukaan ky.
ijt saapuu moskovasta, voimakkuuksia mittaamaan
ne kulkee maskit kasvoilla, huutaa kaukaa miten voit
no min kyll sopeudun ja joka y kuulen kun
GaGarin ja laika ja lentv lautanen
liitelee yll saastuneen maan laulaen
vaikka tyls on keihn krki, ja steilee ihon pinta
ei turhaa ole passiivinen vastarinta.
pid psi poika, l lhde jos tahdo et.
ja kurjuuden jlkeen saat maat taivaiset.
pid psi poika, l lhde jos tahdo et.
ja kurjuuden jlkeen saat maat taivaiset.
min mittaan sen steilynne, perheeni pakona suomeen
ja rakkaan kotijrven silmttmin kaloina
kun se reaktori rjhti, niin kaikki muut tlt lhti
mutta minhn lhden kotoani vain kilon paloina
viel viimekuussa oli sudella hampaat suussa
nyt se ei sy ja kaljuineen se on gorbatchoviin tullut
posteljooni uskaltautuu tnne joka joulu. tuo postikortin
vaimolta, se sanoo olet hullu.
kuka viisas tiedemies laski kaiken laskimellaan,
ja kuinka se niin vhn ties. yhtkaikki tyydyn thn.
no min kyll sopeudun ja joka y kuulen kun
gagarin ja laika ja lentv lautanen
liitelee yll saastuneen maan laulaen
vaikka tyls on keihn krki, ja steilee ihon pinta
ei turhaa ole passiivinen vastarinta.
pid psi poika, l lhde jos tahdo et.
ja kurjuuden jlkeen saat maat taivaiset.
pid psi poika, l lhde jos tahdo et.
ja kurjuuden jlkeen saat maat taivaiset.
gagarin ja laika ja lentv lautanen
niin lauloivat nuo, gagarin ja laika ja lentv lautanen
aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa

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Syyllisyys

Nyt joka ikisen aamuna piru psi pll tasapainoilee,
rntsateessa pururadalla niskavilloissa tempoilee,
ja nuoruus menee,
vanhuus tulee,
kauas kaikki muu karata saa,
vaan joka talvi, kevt, kes, syys
palaa syyllisyys.
Joka talvi, kevt, kes, syys
palaa syyllisyys.
Ja pyyt syyllisyys:
"tule tnne synnin suden luo,
syyllisyyden musta malja juo."
"Ei, en tule, pahasta puhdas oon!"
"Siisp puhallan ja puhkun itsetuntosi kumoon."
Tarhan pihamaalla pienokainen.
Kovin viaton,
rknokkainen,
kiikkuu
eik aavistaa saata,
kuinka suuri voima liikkuu,
nurkan takaa sinua tarkkailee tuo
ja mustaa maalia juo.
Se tulee tuttavaksi tnn,
et toisin ptt vois.
Se ptt, milloin tulee,
eik lhde pois.
Nurkkiin nukkumaan kipuaa,
mustaa maalipurkkia kuljettaa,
ja juuri kun kaikki oli, kuten pitikin olla
se suhersi seinn: mitp nolla?
Nyt joka ikisen aamuna piru psi pll tasapainoilee,
rntsateessa pururadalla niskavilloissa tempoilee,
ja nuoruus menee,
vanhuus tulee,
kauas kaikki muu karata saa,
vaan joka talvi, kevt, kes, syys
palaa syyllisyys.
Joka talvi, kevt, kes, syys
palaa syyllisyys.
Joka talvi, kevt, kes, syys
pyyt syyllisyys.
"tule tnne synnin suden luo,
syyllisyyden musta malja juo."
"Ei, en tule, pahasta puhdas oon!"
"Siisp puhallan ja puhkun itsetuntosi kumoon."
Sill syyllisyys kuuliaista rakastaa,
se voimaa vammoistamme ammentaa,
pian niist pes rakentaa:
viereen tuvan
valmistuvan jo nen

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Luotijuna

suurvaltio rei'itt lippusi sarvillaan,
kerskuu valloituksillaan ja arvillaan
hnelle on ensimmisess luokassa hkki,
jossa nukkuu pns alla synnin musta skki.
hn on kuten juopot ovat yleenskin, joskaan
jorinansa ei ota loppuakseen koskaan.
Ruotsi ja Ruanda lyvt nn pois silt,
jonka korttipeli ei tunnu rehdilt pelilt:
"silm silmst, hammas hampaasta, niin se on!!"
-pian koko vaunullinen, sokea ja hampaaton,
imee pilleill velli kasvoillaan hpen puna:
on miehet hiljaisia, vaan neks luotijuna.
yt piv, vsymtt, kuin riivattuna
kulkee luotijuna.
silmnkantamattomiin vain radan jlkeen rataa,
sadetta toivoville luotikuuroja sataa,
kun voipuneille viime voiteluja annetaan,
jo pikkuvaltioita jostain esiin kannetaan:
ne hierovat silmin elmns aamuna,
ja vuosituhansiin vajoaa luotijuna.
yt piv, vsymtt, kuin riivattuna
luotijuna

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