Lothlorien
22.01.2006., nedjelja
Galadriel's song
 "I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew, Of wind I sang, a wind there came and in the branches blew. Beyond the Sun, beyond the Moon, the foam was on the Sea, And by the strand of Ilmarin there grew a golden Tree. Beneath the stars of Ever-eve in Eldamar it shone, In Eldamar beside the walls of Elven Tirion. There long the golden leaves have grown upon the branching years, While here beyond the Sundering Seas now fall the Elven-tears. O Lórien! The Winter comes, the bare and leafless Day; The leaves are falling in the stream, the River flows away. O Lórien! Too long I have dwelt upon this Hither Shore. And in a fading crown have twined the golden elanor. But if of ships I now should sing, what ship would come to me, What ship would bear me ever back across so wide a Sea?" J.R.R.Tolkien: The Lord Of The Rings |
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rjecica,, Galadriel, lisce and so on, o da i vilenjaci, naravno Moje ime je Anjel Polit ( a-nj-e-l). Dobrodosli ;) 
Seek for the sword that was broken: In Imladris it dwells; here shall be counsels taken Stronger than Morgul-spells. There shall be shown a token That Doom is near at hand, For Isildur's Bane shall waken, And the Halfling forth shall stand. "Pomiluj njezno svoje knjige, strance, i sjeti se da su prah." Miljenko Jergovic, Sarajevski Marlboro "Vidim kako se svijet sve vise pretvara u pustinju, cujem stalno priblizavanje grmljavine koja ce i nas unistiti, mogu osjetiti patnje milijuna, a ipak, ako pogledam u nebo, mislim da ce se sve pravedno rijesiti, da ce ova okrutnost zavrsiti, da ce se opet vratiti mir i spokoj. U medjuvremenu, moram zadrzati svoje ideale, jer mozda ce doci vrijeme kad cu ih moci ostvariti!" Dnevnik Anne Frank "Stat rosa pristina nomine, nomina nuda tenemus." ("Negdasnja ruza ostaje kao ime, zadrzavamo tek gola imena.") Umberto Eco, "Ime ruze" " Pravo na netrpeljivost je apsurdno i divljačko: to je pravo tigrova i doista je užasno, jer tigrovi se razdiru samo zbog jela, a mi smo se međusobno tamanili zbog paragrafâ." Voltaire, "Rasprava o toleranciji" "-Znam da je mrtav! Mislis da ne znam? Ali ga svejedno mogu voljeti, zar ne mogu? To sto je netko mrtav jos ne znaci da ga covjek treba prestati voljeti, zaboga... osobito ako je taj netko bio tisucu puta bolji od ljudi za koje covjek zna da su zivi, i sve." J.D.Salinger, "Lovac u zitu"  THE VALLEY OF UNREST Far away - far away- Far away - as far at least Lies that valley as the day Down within the golden east- All things lovely - are not they Far away - far away? It is called the Valley Nis. And a Syriac tale there is Thereabout which Time hath said Shall not be interpreted. Something about Satan's dart- Something about angel wings- Much about a broken hart- All about unhappy things: But ' the Valley Nis ' at best Means 'the valley of unrest'. Once it smil'd, a silent dell Where the people did not dwell, Having gone onto the wars- And the sly, misteriuos stars, With a visage full of meaning, O'er the unguarded flowers were leaning: Or the sun ray dripp'd all red Thro' the tulips overhead, Then grew paler as it fell On the quiet Asphodel. Now the unhappy shall confess Nothing there is motionless: Helen, like thy human eye There th' uneasy violets lie- There the reed grass doth wave Over the old forgotten grave- One by one from the treetop There the eternal dews do drop- There the vague and dreamy trees Do roll like seas in northern breeze Edgar Allan Poe |
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