26/Fev 16:51
JoséPereira diz:
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domingo, 28 de fevereiro de 2010
sábado, 27 de fevereiro de 2010
Jacques Martin e Tibet
O CÉU NÃO É O LIMITE
Kid Ordinn e Alix revivem às portas do Céu a fase de ouro da bd francófona. Homenagem aos recentemente desaparecidos autores de bd da minha infância, Jacques Martin e Tibet.
I 2010O exército russo / Nicolas Basseches
O exército russo / Nicolas Basseches ; trad. A. Vieira d'Areia
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A Batalha Decisiva - Max Wener
Quinta-feira, Março 16, 2006
Attack can win in 1945
Na herança do "Vizinho Soares", também me calhou esta obra de Max Werner, intitulada "A Batalha Decisiva"("Attack can win in 1945" no original). Um documento histórico brilhante que escapou ao filtro do Estado Novo e foi publicado em 1945.
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Esta obra mostra que não é necessário ter sido educado em ambiente castrense, é possível nunca ter frequentado a Kriegsakademie, os altos estudos de Paris, nunca passar por West Point nem por Sandhurst, para se ter conhecimento profundo sobre matérias militares. O estudo da guerra é uma matéria fascinante apesar de a mesma ser algo a evitar, mas o seu estudo, reflexão pode ser decisivo num futuro em que a paz esteja em primeiro plano.
Esta obra mostra que não é necessário ter sido educado em ambiente castrense, é possível nunca ter frequentado a Kriegsakademie, os altos estudos de Paris, nunca passar por West Point nem por Sandhurst, para se ter conhecimento profundo sobre matérias militares. O estudo da guerra é uma matéria fascinante apesar de a mesma ser algo a evitar, mas o seu estudo, reflexão pode ser decisivo num futuro em que a paz esteja em primeiro plano.
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Max Werner, investigador de espírito espartano, a par de Sun Tzu, Napoleão, Clausewitz, apresenta-nos, em 1943, antecipações que se confirmaram rigorosamente.
Max Werner, investigador de espírito espartano, a par de Sun Tzu, Napoleão, Clausewitz, apresenta-nos, em 1943, antecipações que se confirmaram rigorosamente.
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A edição é bem velhinha, da Editorial Século e, como já enunciei, foi editado em Portugal em 1945. De facto, é um grande documento da Segunda Guerra Mundial.
A edição é bem velhinha, da Editorial Século e, como já enunciei, foi editado em Portugal em 1945. De facto, é um grande documento da Segunda Guerra Mundial.
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Dentro deste tema de reflexão militar, remeto-vos para um texto que retirei do "Abrupto" de Pacheco Pereira:
Dentro deste tema de reflexão militar, remeto-vos para um texto que retirei do "Abrupto" de Pacheco Pereira:
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"Durante a malograda intervenção britânica para apoiar a Grécia face à invasão italiana, os ingleses mandaram na sua força expedicionária um número significativo de oficiais que eram professores de Oxford e Cambridge, ou arqueólogos , especializados na Grécia clássica. Estes académicos deram notáveis e valentes militares, muitos deles nas forças especiais. Havia, no entanto, um pequeno problema: todos falavam ou conheciam o grego clássico e havia cenas divertidíssimas quando tentavam falar com os gregos de hoje.".
"Durante a malograda intervenção britânica para apoiar a Grécia face à invasão italiana, os ingleses mandaram na sua força expedicionária um número significativo de oficiais que eram professores de Oxford e Cambridge, ou arqueólogos , especializados na Grécia clássica. Estes académicos deram notáveis e valentes militares, muitos deles nas forças especiais. Havia, no entanto, um pequeno problema: todos falavam ou conheciam o grego clássico e havia cenas divertidíssimas quando tentavam falar com os gregos de hoje.".
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A história militar tem destas coisas...
A história militar tem destas coisas...
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quinta-feira, 25 de fevereiro de 2010
♥Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ♥ Feяmina - RE: MARINEUZA : CERQUILHO-BRASIL
| Assunto: | RE: MARINEUZA : CERQUILHO-BRASIL |
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| Data: | 25/Fev 13:11 |
| --- MARINEUZA wrote:  Que Ele chegue em sua residência/trabalho, levando tudo aquilo que você está querendo e precisando. São os meus votos. Ele chegou antes do almoço aqui... Estivemos algum tempo falando e Ele seguiu para se encontrar com você. Quando Ele chegar aí, por favor, O encaminhe para a próxima parada. Não O deixe parado. A mensagem que Ele leva é muito importante e tem que dar a volta ao mundo. Que Deus te abençoe por transmitir a mensagem. Caminhando por Jesus. Diga uma oração e passe a outros. A nossa missão é amar e espalhar o Evangelho pelo mundo. Desejo ricas bênçãos pra você. Faça a diferença na vida de alguém. Ore assim: Senhor! Esteja à minha frente para me iluminar! Esteja atrás para me proteger! Esteja ao meu lado para me amparar! Amém! Quando repassar ponha em "assunto " o local de onde Ele está partindo. Deus tem visto suas Lutas e diz que elas estao chegando ao fim Uma benção está vindo em sua direção Se você crê em Deus, por favor envie esta mensagem para 20 amigos. Não ignore, você está sendo testado Se rejeitar lembre-se disso: " se me negas entre os homens, te negarei diante do pai "  | |
Itinerância do Conto na Biblioteca Pública de Angra do Heroísmo
Notícias / Cultura
Publicado: 2010-02-24 15:22:37 | Actualizado: 2010-02-24 15:22:37
Por: Carlos Tavares
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A Biblioteca Pública e Arquivo de Angra do Heroísmo promove, a partir de 4 de Março, mais uma edição da "Itinerância do Conto".
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A iniciativa pretende abranger todas as crianças das escolas da ilha Terceira, a partir dos três anos de idade e até ao final do ensino básico.
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Este ano, pela primeira vez, a edição conta com a participação de escolas do ensino particular, o que se traduz num total de cerca de 4. 400 crianças, provenientes de 58 escolas da ilha e envolvendo 242 docentes.
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A "Itinerância do Conto" tem como objectivo sensibilizar e formar as crianças para a cultura, dando especial atenção ao conto tradicional e ao conto literário.
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À semelhança dos anos anteriores, esta acção conta com a participação de alguns dos melhores contadores portugueses e de dois animadores regulares da secção infanto-juvenil da Biblioteca Pública de Angra do Heroísmo.
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A iniciativa, que foi programada em conformidade com o Manifesro da UNESCO para as bibliotecas, que define os serviços das bibliotecas públicas, devem ter por base a igualdade de acesso para todos e decorre até ao dia 4 de Junho.
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Carlos Tavares com GaCS
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♥Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ♥ Feяmina - ENCOURAGEMENT FOR TODAY - Diane Eble
| Assunto: | RE: encouragement for today |
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| Data: | 24/Fev 22:38 |
--- JESUS MY SAVIOUR wrote: Those who are trying to force you to be circumcised want to look good to others. They don't want to be persecuted for teaching that the cross of Christ alone can save." Galatians 6:12 It can be a temptation to water down or distort the gospel to avoid persecution. In today's pluralistic society, the idea of salvation only through Jesus is very offensive. Even the idea that we need to be saved is offensive to many people. Are you willing to be scorned because you believe Jesus is the only way to God's heart, that sin is real and we need a Savior to be free of it? —Diane Eble, author of Abundant Gifts: A Daybook of Grace-Filled Devotions  Jesus is the only way, the truth and the life!!! . . | |
Eugénia Cunhal - Poesia
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Eugénia Cunhal
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Escuta
Quando leres um poema
Não te limites a dizer que as palavras
são belas
E delas sais contente, sentindo-te mais rico
e menos só.
Atrás de cada frase há por vezes muito sangue
sofrimento,
Ou alegria, ou amor, ou desespero,
Ou qualquer outro sentimento humano
dos mais fortes.
Quando escrevemos, não inventamos tudo.
Mesmo se em vez de dizermos eu, dizemos outro nome:
João, Pedro, Maria, ou simplesmente tu.
Eugénia Cunhal in «As Mãos e os Gestos» - Editorial Escritor
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REFEIÇÃO
Estendemos a toalha
Trouxeste o pão, o vinho
Eu trouxe a fome, a sede o cansaço
E a mão para colher
A pureza espontânea do teu gesto
Que tem a dimensão do teu braço
Eu recebi
Tu deste
Compartilhámos.
Da refeição ficou o travo doce e bom do mel
E a certeza daquilo que está certo.
Eugénia Cunhal
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Quando vieres
Encontrarás tudo como quando partiste.
A mãe bordará a um canto da sala...
Apenas os cabelos mais brancos
E o olhar mais cansado.
O pai fumará o cigarro depois do jantar
E lerá o jornal.
Quando vieres
Só não encontrarás aquela menina de saias curtas
E cabelos entrançados
Que deixaste um dia.
Mas os meus filhos brincarão nos teus joelhos
Como se te tivessem sempre conhecido.
Quando vieres
nenhum de nós dirá nada
mas a mãe largará o bordado
o pai largará o jornal
as crianças os brinquedos
e abriremos para ti os nossos corações.
Pois quando tu vieres
Não és só tu que vens
É todo um mundo novo que despontará lá fora
Quando vieres.
Maria Eugénia Cunhal, in "Silêncio de Vidro"
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terça-feira, 23 de fevereiro de 2010
♥Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ♥ Feяmina - Nice sunday & A good week
| Assunto: | Nice sunday & A good week |
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| Data: | 21/Fev 12:58 |
| "Be Imitators of God" Be ye therefore followers of God, as dear children; And walk in love, as Christ also hath loved us, and hath given himself for us an offering and a sacrifice to God for a sweetsmelling savour. But fornication, and all uncleanness, or covetousness, let it not be once named among you, as becometh saints; Neither filthiness, nor foolish talking, nor jesting, which are not convenient: but rather giving of thanks. For this ye know, that no whoremonger, nor unclean person, nor covetous man, who is an idolater, hath any inheritance in the kingdom of Christ and of God. Ephesians 5:1-5 KJV | |
♥Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ♥ Feяmina -Quem se dará por satisfeito
| Assunto: | RE: Quem se dará por satisfeito |
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| Data: | 20/Fev 23:46 |
Existir . A ânsia me consome inteira vivo um misto de temperança com uma incerteza voraz queria poder acreditar em amores para sempre na certeza do príncipe encantado que não vira sapo nunca... queria poder acreditar em mim todas as vezes que digo que sou feliz queria poder acreditar nessa vida que tem horas que se apresenta desprezível queria poder acreditar... não acredito... que pena... então nem existo. . Rosane Silveira . http://rssilveira.blogspot.com/2009/12/existir-ansia-me-consome-inteira-vivo.html . .  Br.Funscrape.Com | Mais Flores Recados  Br.Funscrape.Com | Mais Fim De Semana Recados  Br.Funscrape.Com | Mais Flores Recados  Br.Funscrape.Com | Mais Fim De Semana Recados  Br.Funscrape.Com | Mais Adoro Voce Recados Há... . Há de ser belo meu tempo há de haver beleza até na tristeza que agora sinto há de haver ainda um pouquinho de mim dentro de ti e esse tudo de tristeza que sinto não pode me preencher totalmente senão me sucumbirá de dor e sei que não aguentarei a desventura da solidão e da tristeza que toma meu coração há de ser uma nova manhã essa que vivo sem ti sem a tua paz invadindo minha vida junto com o sol há de ser há... . Rosane Silveira 2112009 . . Ninguém se cruza por acaso . Mensagem muito bonita para as pessoas queridas.... . . Hoje eu chorei não sei se foi um choro triste chorei vendo um filme triste com final feliz e essa contradição de sentimentos em meio ao tumulto dos pensamentos me deixaram assim, introspectiva temerosa por mim pelo medo de ter chorado tão somente pelo filme, não que acredite em finais felizes na vida real... Não! Geralmente nem conseguimos chorar no primeiro momento os músculos se contraem de dor a perda se torna iminente e olhamos atordoados e como em um filme, mil cenas passam a nossa frente sentamos como expectadores de nós mesmos e ficamos atônitos vendo tanto amor desperdiçado tanto sonho esparramado e tanta lágrima chorada sem motivo aparente e ai choramos... pelo choro que hoje não temos. . Rosane Silveira . LonGe de Ti.. . . Quem . Quem se dará por satisfeito tendo a solidão por companhia e o sentimento paixão por morada Quem olhará para o céu numa noite enluarada e não pensará nos beijos da amada? Quem tão sofregamente não desejará um dia não ter amado ou a solidão ter abatido como se fosse num ultimo suspiro? Quem nunca sofreu a dor do desamor quem de repente nunca chorou e jurou nunca mais chorar pelo sentimento que acabou Quem nunca disse "eu te amo" como tábua de salvação esperando ser tão somente como um pedido de perdão? Quem...quem. . . Rosane Silveira (proteja os direitos da autora) . . | |
♥Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ♥ Feяmina - as portas parecerem trancadas
| Assunto: | RE: as portas parecerem trancadas |
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| Data: | 20/Fev 23:45 |
Luz
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És luz, sementeira divina
que Deus criou
iluminou-te com seu amor
traduziu em ti toda sua compaixão
inundou-se de alegria seu coração
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És luz, amor que conduz
plano de Deus para o mundo
que te conduzirá ás esferas mais altas
onde saberás trilhar teu caminho
de amor, paz e bem aventurança
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És luz, não uma luz pequena
mas uma luz intensa
daquelas que arde os corações
menos afortunados de tua
tão doce presença
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És luz, e como luz deves clarear o mundo
fazes o melhor que puderes em detrimento
do próximo, apazigua a dor dos menos afortunados
e verás que tua luz com tuas boas obras
serás diferença no mundo.
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Rosane Silveira
(proteja os direitos da autora)
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ASTA SEARA - IAN RAIBURG
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ASTA SEARA - COMPOZITOR SI INTERPRET , IAN RAIBURG - VERSURILE , GRIGORE VIERU
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Quando a tristeza parecer insistir em teu coração, quando as portas parecerem trancadas a sete chaves escondendo de ti a luz do conhecimento, entrega o que te machuca Àquele que sabe por ti. Aceita que dentro de ti existe um ser em perfeito equilibrio, sábio e cheio de luz. Um ser que sabe que toda dor, toda confusão, todo engano, provém da mesma origem. E, diante de toda ilusão, ele sabe que a cura está na verdade que carregas em teu coração. Um ser que sabe da tua inocência, da preciosidade que representas Àquele que te criou. Aceita que sozinho ainda não sabes cuidar de ti . Deixa que esse ser que habita em ti possa ensinar-te a usar teus dons, acredite no invisível e principalmente na tua capacidade de se refazer a cada nova manhã - ACREDITE EM VOCÊ.
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Rosane Silveira
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♥Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ♥ Feяmina - ENCOURAGEMENT FOR TODAY - Diane Eble
| Assunto: | RE: ENCOURAGEMENT FOR TODAY |
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| Data: | 19/Fev 17:37 |
Don't be misled—you cannot mock the justice of God. You will always harvest what you plant. Those who live only to satisfy their own sinful nature will harvest decay and death from that sinful nature. But those who live to please the Spirit will harvest everlasting life from the Spirit. So let's not get tired of doing what is good. At just the right time we will reap a harvest of blessing if we don't give up. Therefore, whenever we have the opportunity, we should do good to everyone—especially to those in the family of faith." . To keep from getting discouraged, we need to take the long view. What we sow, we will eventually reap. Eventually. The harvest of blessing will come at the appropriate time—and God determines what that time is. So keep on doing good to everyone, especially other Christians, and never give up. —Diane Eble, author of Abundant Gifts: A Daybook of Grace-Filled Devotions . . | |
segunda-feira, 22 de fevereiro de 2010
The Drifter's Lyrics
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Our Albums are Available on EMI Capitol Music.
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http://www.thedriftersonline.com/index.htm
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This Magic Moment
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This magic moment, so different and so new
Was like any other until I kissed you
And then it happened, it took me by surprise
I knew that you felt it too, by the look in your eyes
Sweeter than wine
Softer than the summer night
Everything I want, I have
Whenever I hold you tight
This magic moment while your lips are close to mine
Will last forever, forever till the end of time
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Sweeter than wine
Softer than the summer night
Everything I want, I have
Whenever I hold you tight
This magic moment while your lips are close to mine
Will last forever, forever till the end of time
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Magic moment Magic moment Magic moment FADE
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This magic moment, so different and so new
Was like any other until I kissed you
And then it happened, it took me by surprise
I knew that you felt it too, by the look in your eyes
Sweeter than wine
Softer than the summer night
Everything I want, I have
Whenever I hold you tight
This magic moment while your lips are close to mine
Will last forever, forever till the end of time
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Sweeter than wine
Softer than the summer night
Everything I want, I have
Whenever I hold you tight
This magic moment while your lips are close to mine
Will last forever, forever till the end of time
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Magic moment Magic moment Magic moment FADE
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Under The Boardwalk
Under The Boardwalk
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Oh when the sun beats down
And burns the tar on the roof
And your shoes get so hot
You wish your tired feet were fireproof
Under the Boardwalk
Down by the sea
On a blanket with my baby that's where I'll be
Under the Boardwalk, out of the sun
Under the Boardwalk, we'll be having some fun
Under the Boardwalk, people walking above
Under the Boardwalk, we'll be falling in love
Under the Boardwalk, Boardwalk
From the park you hear the happy sound
Of the carousel
You can almost taste the hot dogs
And French fries they sell
Under the Boardwalk
Down by the sea
On a blanket with my baby that's where I'll be
Under the Boardwalk, out of the sun
Under the Boardwalk, we'll be having some fun
Under the Boardwalk, people walking above
Under the Boardwalk, we'll be falling in love
Under the Boardwalk, Boardwalk
Under the Boardwalk
Down by the sea
On a blanket with my baby that's where I'll be
Under the Boardwalk, out of the sun
Under the Boardwalk, we'll be having some fun
Under the Boardwalk, people walking above
Under the Boardwalk, we'll be falling in love
Under the Boardwalk, Boardwalk
Oh when the sun beats down
And burns the tar on the roof
And your shoes get so hot
You wish your tired feet were fireproof
Under the Boardwalk
Down by the sea
On a blanket with my baby that's where I'll be
Under the Boardwalk, out of the sun
Under the Boardwalk, we'll be having some fun
Under the Boardwalk, people walking above
Under the Boardwalk, we'll be falling in love
Under the Boardwalk, Boardwalk
From the park you hear the happy sound
Of the carousel
You can almost taste the hot dogs
And French fries they sell
Under the Boardwalk
Down by the sea
On a blanket with my baby that's where I'll be
Under the Boardwalk, out of the sun
Under the Boardwalk, we'll be having some fun
Under the Boardwalk, people walking above
Under the Boardwalk, we'll be falling in love
Under the Boardwalk, Boardwalk
Under the Boardwalk
Down by the sea
On a blanket with my baby that's where I'll be
Under the Boardwalk, out of the sun
Under the Boardwalk, we'll be having some fun
Under the Boardwalk, people walking above
Under the Boardwalk, we'll be falling in love
Under the Boardwalk, Boardwalk
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There Goes My Baby
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There Goes My Baby
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(Bo-bo, doo-doot-doo-doo-doo-doo)
(There she goes)
(doo-doot-doo-doo-doo-doo)
(There she goes)
(doo-doot-doo-doo-doo-doo)
(Bo-bo) (doo-doot-doo-doo)
(Bo-bo) (doo-doo-doo-doo)
There goes my baby, movin' on down the line
Wonder where, wonder where, wonder where she is bound?
I broke her heart and made her cry
Now I'm alone, so all alone
What can I do, what can I do?
(There goes my baby) Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
(There goes my baby) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(There goes my baby) Whoa-oh-oh-oh
(There she goes) Yeah! (There she goes)
I wanna know if she loves me
Did she really love me?
Was she just playing me for a fool?
I wonder why she left me
Why did she leave me so all alone
So all alone
I just wanna tell her that I love her
And that I need her Beside my side to be my guide
I wanna know where is my (doo-doot-doo-doo-doo-doo)
Where is my baby (doo-doot-doo-doo-doo-doo)?
I want my baby I want my baby
whoa-oh-oh
FADE (There goes my baby) Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
(Bo-bo, doo-doot-doo-doo-doo-doo)
(There she goes)
(doo-doot-doo-doo-doo-doo)
(There she goes)
(doo-doot-doo-doo-doo-doo)
(Bo-bo) (doo-doot-doo-doo)
(Bo-bo) (doo-doo-doo-doo)
There goes my baby, movin' on down the line
Wonder where, wonder where, wonder where she is bound?
I broke her heart and made her cry
Now I'm alone, so all alone
What can I do, what can I do?
(There goes my baby) Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
(There goes my baby) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(There goes my baby) Whoa-oh-oh-oh
(There she goes) Yeah! (There she goes)
I wanna know if she loves me
Did she really love me?
Was she just playing me for a fool?
I wonder why she left me
Why did she leave me so all alone
So all alone
I just wanna tell her that I love her
And that I need her Beside my side to be my guide
I wanna know where is my (doo-doot-doo-doo-doo-doo)
Where is my baby (doo-doot-doo-doo-doo-doo)?
I want my baby I want my baby
whoa-oh-oh
FADE (There goes my baby) Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
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Some Kind of Wonderful
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Some Kind of Wonderful
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All you have to do is touch my hand
To show me you understand
And something happens to me T
hat's some kind of wonderful
Any time my little world seems blue
I just have to look at you
And everything seems to be
Some kind of wonderful
I know I can't express
This feeling of tenderness
There's so much
I wanna say but the right words won't come my way
I just know when I'm in your embrace
This world is a happy place
And everything seems to be
That some kind of wonderful
I know I can't express this feeling of tenderness
There's so much I wanna say
But the right words won't come my way
I just know when I'm in your embrace
Mmmm, this world is a happy place
And something happens to me
That some kind of wonderful
Some kind of a soft moves
Some kind of warm eyes
Some kind of soft sighs Lord,
Some kind of wonderful
Wonderful
Some kind of sweet lips, mmmm,
Some kind of warm eyes
All you have to do is touch my hand
To show me you understand
And something happens to me T
hat's some kind of wonderful
Any time my little world seems blue
I just have to look at you
And everything seems to be
Some kind of wonderful
I know I can't express
This feeling of tenderness
There's so much
I wanna say but the right words won't come my way
I just know when I'm in your embrace
This world is a happy place
And everything seems to be
That some kind of wonderful
I know I can't express this feeling of tenderness
There's so much I wanna say
But the right words won't come my way
I just know when I'm in your embrace
Mmmm, this world is a happy place
And something happens to me
That some kind of wonderful
Some kind of a soft moves
Some kind of warm eyes
Some kind of soft sighs Lord,
Some kind of wonderful
Wonderful
Some kind of sweet lips, mmmm,
Some kind of warm eyes
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Up On the Roof
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Up On the Roof
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When this old world starts getting me down
And people are just too much for me to face
I climb way up to the top of the stairs
And all my cares just drift right into space
On the roof, it's peaceful as can be
And there the world below can't bother me
Let me tell you now
When I come home feelin' tired and beat
I go up where the air is fresh and sweet (up on the roof)
I get away from the hustling crowd
And all that rat-race noise down in the street (up on the roof)
On the roof, the only place I know
Where you just have to wish to make it so
Let's go up on the roof (up on the roof)
At night the stars put on a show for free A
nd, darling, you can share it all with me
I keep a-tellin' you
Right smack dab in the middle of town
I've found a paradise that's trouble proof (up on the roof)
And if this world starts getting you down
There's room enough for two Up on the roof (up on the roof)
Up on the roo-oo-oof (up on the roof)
Oh, come on, baby (up on the roof)
Come on, honey (up on the roof) FADE
Everything is all right (up on the roof)
When this old world starts getting me down
And people are just too much for me to face
I climb way up to the top of the stairs
And all my cares just drift right into space
On the roof, it's peaceful as can be
And there the world below can't bother me
Let me tell you now
When I come home feelin' tired and beat
I go up where the air is fresh and sweet (up on the roof)
I get away from the hustling crowd
And all that rat-race noise down in the street (up on the roof)
On the roof, the only place I know
Where you just have to wish to make it so
Let's go up on the roof (up on the roof)
At night the stars put on a show for free A
nd, darling, you can share it all with me
I keep a-tellin' you
Right smack dab in the middle of town
I've found a paradise that's trouble proof (up on the roof)
And if this world starts getting you down
There's room enough for two Up on the roof (up on the roof)
Up on the roo-oo-oof (up on the roof)
Oh, come on, baby (up on the roof)
Come on, honey (up on the roof) FADE
Everything is all right (up on the roof)
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Save The Last Dance For Me
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Save The Last Dance For Me
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You can dance
Every dance with the guy
Who gives you the eye
To Let him hold you tight.
You can smile
Every smile for the man
Who held your hand
'Neath the pale moonlight.
Cause don't forget who's taking you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darlin' Save the last dance for me.
Mmmmm
Oh I know
That the music's fine
Like sparkling wine
Go and have your fun.
Laugh and sing but while we're apart
Don't give your heart to anyone.
Cause don't forget who's taking you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darlin' save the last dance for me.
Mmmm Oh Baby don't you know I love you so?
Can't you feel it when we touch?
I will never ever let you go
I love you oh so much.
You can dance
Go and carry on
'Till the night is gone
And it's time to go.
If he asks
If you're all alone
Can he take you home
You must tell him no.
'Cause don't forget who's taking you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darlin' save the last dance for me.
Mmmm
'Cause don't forget who's taking you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darlin' save the last dance for me.
Mmmm.
Save the last dance for me
Mmmm
Save the last dance for me
Ohhh save the last dance for me
Every dance with the guy
Who gives you the eye
To Let him hold you tight.
You can smile
Every smile for the man
Who held your hand
'Neath the pale moonlight.
Cause don't forget who's taking you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darlin' Save the last dance for me.
Mmmmm
Oh I know
That the music's fine
Like sparkling wine
Go and have your fun.
Laugh and sing but while we're apart
Don't give your heart to anyone.
Cause don't forget who's taking you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darlin' save the last dance for me.
Mmmm Oh Baby don't you know I love you so?
Can't you feel it when we touch?
I will never ever let you go
I love you oh so much.
You can dance
Go and carry on
'Till the night is gone
And it's time to go.
If he asks
If you're all alone
Can he take you home
You must tell him no.
'Cause don't forget who's taking you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darlin' save the last dance for me.
Mmmm
'Cause don't forget who's taking you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darlin' save the last dance for me.
Mmmm.
Save the last dance for me
Mmmm
Save the last dance for me
Ohhh save the last dance for me
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Saturday Night at The Movies
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Saturday Night at The Movies
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Well Saturday night at 8 o'clock
I know where I'm gonna go
I'm gonna pick my baby up
And take her to the picture show
Everybody in the neighborhood
Is dressing up to be there too
And we're gonna have a ball
Just like we always do
Chorus: Saturday night at the movies
Who cares what picture you see
When you're hugging with your baby in last row in the balcony
Well there's Technicolor and cinemascope
A cast out of Hollywood
And the popcorn from the candy stand
Makes it all seem twice as good
There's always lots of pretty girls
With figures they don't try to hide
But they never can compare
With the girl sittin' by my side
(repeat chorus)
Well
(repeat chorus until end)
I know where I'm gonna go
I'm gonna pick my baby up
And take her to the picture show
Everybody in the neighborhood
Is dressing up to be there too
And we're gonna have a ball
Just like we always do
Chorus: Saturday night at the movies
Who cares what picture you see
When you're hugging with your baby in last row in the balcony
Well there's Technicolor and cinemascope
A cast out of Hollywood
And the popcorn from the candy stand
Makes it all seem twice as good
There's always lots of pretty girls
With figures they don't try to hide
But they never can compare
With the girl sittin' by my side
(repeat chorus)
Well
(repeat chorus until end)
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On Broadway
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On Broadway
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They say the neon lights are bright
On Broadway
They say there's always magic in the air
On Broadway
But when you're walking down the street
And you ain't had enough to eat
The glitter rubs right off, and you're nowhere
On Broadway
They say the girls are something else
On Broadway
But looking at them just gives me the blues
On Broadway
But how're ya gonna make some time
When all you got is one thin dime
And one thin dime won't even shine your shoes
On Broadway
They say that I won't last too long
On Broadway
I'll catch a Greyhound bus for home, they all say
On Broadway
But they've been wrong I know they are wrong, I know they are
'Cause I can play this here guitar
And I won't quit till I'm a star
On Broadway
On Broadway On Broadway On Broadway
But they've been wrong I know they are wrong, I know they are
'Cause I can play this here guitar
And I won't quit till I'm a star
On Broadway
On Broadway On Broadway On Broadway
I'm gonna make it, yeah
(On Broadway)
With my name in lights
(On Broadway)
Everybody, everybody's gonna know me, yeah (
On Broadway)
Oh, up and down Broadway
(On Broadway)
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Dance With Me
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On Broadway
They say there's always magic in the air
On Broadway
But when you're walking down the street
And you ain't had enough to eat
The glitter rubs right off, and you're nowhere
On Broadway
They say the girls are something else
On Broadway
But looking at them just gives me the blues
On Broadway
But how're ya gonna make some time
When all you got is one thin dime
And one thin dime won't even shine your shoes
On Broadway
They say that I won't last too long
On Broadway
I'll catch a Greyhound bus for home, they all say
On Broadway
But they've been wrong I know they are wrong, I know they are
'Cause I can play this here guitar
And I won't quit till I'm a star
On Broadway
On Broadway On Broadway On Broadway
But they've been wrong I know they are wrong, I know they are
'Cause I can play this here guitar
And I won't quit till I'm a star
On Broadway
On Broadway On Broadway On Broadway
I'm gonna make it, yeah
(On Broadway)
With my name in lights
(On Broadway)
Everybody, everybody's gonna know me, yeah (
On Broadway)
Oh, up and down Broadway
(On Broadway)
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Dance With Me
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(Dance with me, dance with me, dance with me, dance with me)
(Dance with me),
Dance with me closer, closer and closer
Much closer while the music plays, oh, my darlin', won'tya
(Dance with me), oh-oh hold me tighter, tighter and tighter
Much tighter while the rhythm sways
Mmmm Put your lips to mine while the music blends
We're no longer strangers
Now we're more than friends so-o-o
(Dance with me), dance with me closer, closer and closer
And maybe we'll be lovers When the music ends
(Doot-doot) (Dance with me) (Doot-doot) (Dance with me)
(Doot-doot) (Dance with me) (Doot-doot) (Dance with me)
(Dance with me), dance with me closer, closer and closer
And maybe we'll be lovers when the music ends
(Doot-doot) (Dance with me) (Doot-doot) (Dance with me)
(Doot-doot) (Dance with me) (Doot-doot) (Dance with me)
(Doot-doot) (Dance with me)
.(Dance with me),
Dance with me closer, closer and closer
Much closer while the music plays, oh, my darlin', won'tya
(Dance with me), oh-oh hold me tighter, tighter and tighter
Much tighter while the rhythm sways
Mmmm Put your lips to mine while the music blends
We're no longer strangers
Now we're more than friends so-o-o
(Dance with me), dance with me closer, closer and closer
And maybe we'll be lovers When the music ends
(Doot-doot) (Dance with me) (Doot-doot) (Dance with me)
(Doot-doot) (Dance with me) (Doot-doot) (Dance with me)
(Dance with me), dance with me closer, closer and closer
And maybe we'll be lovers when the music ends
(Doot-doot) (Dance with me) (Doot-doot) (Dance with me)
(Doot-doot) (Dance with me) (Doot-doot) (Dance with me)
(Doot-doot) (Dance with me)
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domingo, 21 de fevereiro de 2010
Layla and Majnun (excerpto) - Nezami Ganjavi
Literatura Persa
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terça-feira, 13 de outubro de 2009
Majun volta para casa
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Estou enamorado, Pai.
Sou este que retorna, em trapos.
No longínquo instante em que rasguei o peito, eu tentei enchê-lo com as dádivas do mundo.
Quando, há muito tempo, me apoiei na janela do vazio, saí, colhendo nada do caminho.
Deixei-te pelas coisas, pai, e volto, sem saber de mim.
Um dia, estando com outros viajantes, entrei na roda que dançava.
Festejavam bodas da colheita. Pude perceber, na luz estreita, os olhos que me escravizaram.
Nunca mais dos meus se apagaram.
E enquanto cantava, inebriado, o poeta, à musa pretendida, o meu coração também cantava, minh’alma dançava enlouquecida. Neste instante, ao centro, ó Deus, miragem? Eis, assoma a vida da minha vida! Ao tempo que ria eu pranteava, pois no seu olhar eu me encontrava, a face encoberta por tiara e guizos.
Quanto mais a via mais a amava, tanto mais me dava mais perdia o meu próprio eixo, em rodopios.
Ó amor sem tino, desalento, sendo o mel mais doce mais maltrata, e de mim se afasta, se aproximo.
Transitei em torno de mim mesmo. E saí, sem rumo, do roteiro, a buscar, por fora, o que está dentro.
Mendiguei nas ruas do inferno; fui pedinte, algoz e prisioneiro. Fui sultão, filósofo, bandido. Em nenhuma posição venci, vencido. O que hei de ter, se está perdido o bem precioso que não tenho?
O menor dos homens eu me sinto, estando no trono ou no jazigo. De que vale o aroma, se não traz a flor consigo?
Estou enamorado, pai. E a ti retorno, maltrapilho. Tudo que não trago não foi tido. De algum modo, sei que está contigo, chave, reino e todo o tesouro. Sei também que, sob guizos, hei de ter, do amor enlouquecido, o amor de Laila aqui, comigo.
Sou este que retorna, em trapos.
No longínquo instante em que rasguei o peito, eu tentei enchê-lo com as dádivas do mundo.
Quando, há muito tempo, me apoiei na janela do vazio, saí, colhendo nada do caminho.
Deixei-te pelas coisas, pai, e volto, sem saber de mim.
Um dia, estando com outros viajantes, entrei na roda que dançava.
Festejavam bodas da colheita. Pude perceber, na luz estreita, os olhos que me escravizaram.
Nunca mais dos meus se apagaram.
E enquanto cantava, inebriado, o poeta, à musa pretendida, o meu coração também cantava, minh’alma dançava enlouquecida. Neste instante, ao centro, ó Deus, miragem? Eis, assoma a vida da minha vida! Ao tempo que ria eu pranteava, pois no seu olhar eu me encontrava, a face encoberta por tiara e guizos.
Quanto mais a via mais a amava, tanto mais me dava mais perdia o meu próprio eixo, em rodopios.
Ó amor sem tino, desalento, sendo o mel mais doce mais maltrata, e de mim se afasta, se aproximo.
Transitei em torno de mim mesmo. E saí, sem rumo, do roteiro, a buscar, por fora, o que está dentro.
Mendiguei nas ruas do inferno; fui pedinte, algoz e prisioneiro. Fui sultão, filósofo, bandido. Em nenhuma posição venci, vencido. O que hei de ter, se está perdido o bem precioso que não tenho?
O menor dos homens eu me sinto, estando no trono ou no jazigo. De que vale o aroma, se não traz a flor consigo?
Estou enamorado, pai. E a ti retorno, maltrapilho. Tudo que não trago não foi tido. De algum modo, sei que está contigo, chave, reino e todo o tesouro. Sei também que, sob guizos, hei de ter, do amor enlouquecido, o amor de Laila aqui, comigo.
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Letteratura persiana - Wikipedia
- Il mathnavì, è un poema lungo (dalle centinaia di versi fino alle decine di ... i romanzeschi Khosrow e Shirin e Leyla e Majnun dedicati a due famose ... ma Nizami fu pure imitato da poeti turchi come Ali Shir Nava'i operante a Herat (XV sec. ..... 'Onsori, Manuchehri), Milano, Ed Ariele, 1995; Mahsati Ganjavi, ...
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The Romantic Story of Layla and Majnun
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- 13 Jan 2010 ... The story of Layla and Majnun was well-known in Persia and often retold. In the 12th century A.D., a famous Persian poet, Nizami Ganjavi, ...
Laila e Majnun - o homem que amava demais - é, antes de mais nada, um antigo conto folclórico da Arábia, e seu protagonista está associado a um homem que, de fato, teria existido: Qays Ibn al-Mulawwah. Vivera, provavelmente, na segunda metade do século VII d.C., no deserto de Najd, na Península Árabe. Nas mãos de Nizami, o prodigioso poeta épico, teria escrito a sua versão definitiva, dedicada ao soberano Shirvanshah e com cerca de 8.000 versos, em 1188, tornando-se, a partir daí, tema de populares canções, sonetos e odes de amor entre os beduínos árabes ao longo dos séculos que viriam. .
Star-Crossed Lovers in Middle East Literature
Jan 13, 2010 Paula I. NielsonLike Romeo and Juliet, the story of Layla and Majnun tells a sad story of romantic love in the 7th century deserts of the Middle East.
From the Bedouin Arabian desert this well-known tale of romance and loss unfolds. Based on true events in the 7th century A.D., a young poet falls in love with a girl from his own tribe and is told that he will not be permitted to marry her. His mind turns from unrequited love to madness and he wanders the wilderness the rest of his days. The names of the characters are a significant part of the story. The name “Layla” means “night” in Arabic, which some have suggested may refer to the secrecy of their concealed relationship. “Layla” is also pronounced “Layli” in the Persian language. The name “Majnun” or “Majnoon” as Qays becomes known, means “a crazy person.”
The Arab Tale
This is a true story of a young Bedouin poet, Qays ibn al-Mulawwah, who falls in love with a beautiful young girl with large dark eyes, Layla. Together as children they tended to the sheep together in the oasis of the Arabian desert. Qays is entranced by Layla from the beginning and looks forward to the day that he can marry her and they can be together. As he matures, he writes poetry, naming her in the lines of his charming poems. Finally, he is old enough to ask Layla’s father for permission to marry her. He is told in an unkindly way that he will not be allowed to marry the girl of his dreams, that he is not a satisfactory candidate. Although they had grown up together, Layla’s father had never considered Qays as a possible husband for his daughter. After all, Qays was a dreamer and not a wealthy man.
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As the story continues, her father said a final “no” to the proposals of Qays, and Layla is given to another man in marriage. The young married couple then moved away from the northern Arabian Peninsula to the area of Iraq, and Qays left the tribe of his youth. Qays was left to wander the wilderness in torment as a wild man. He became known as Layla’s madman, “Majnun.” Then, still a young woman, Layla grew ill and died in Iraq. Qays was eventually also found dead at the grave of an unknown woman where he carved poetry on a nearby rock. Qays’ descent into madness from his unrequited love was profound and complete.
The Poem in the 7th Century A.D.
Desire, loss and romantic love are common themes since ancient days in the literature of the Middle East. In the 7th century, poets also portrayed their tribes, heroic deeds, and disputes with other tribes and individuals. This poem is an example of exploring the problems inherent from the strict behavior codes of the tribe, arranged marriages, and obsession in love.
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Throughout the years in the Middle East, literature has shown that it is considered more romantic to sadly ponder unanswered romantic love than to tell a tale of marriage and a “happily-ever-after” ending as is found so often in western folklore.
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Persian Adaptation
The story of Layla and Majnun was well-known in Persia and often retold. In the 12th century A.D., a famous Persian poet, Nizami Ganjavi, retold the Arab tale with the full flair of the Persian culture. His version became the most well-known in Persia (Iran) and was celebrated for its moral characters and the long-suffering they endured in the name of love. He employed the Persian epic style for his poetic version.
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Some say that Nizami was a gnostic Sufi who infused his poetry with mystical religious symbolism about the soul’s endless search for God, The Sufis are a mystical, ascetic, esoteric branch of Islam that includes the dervishes. The Sufis turn from this world in quest of the inner light in their ever-reaching search for the divine, the beloved that is God.
Sources:
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Arberry, A.J. Arabic Poetry Cambridge University Press (1965)
Nizami The Story of Layla and Majnun Omega Publications (1996)
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Rio de Janeiro: Jorge Zahar Ed., 2002 Tradução de: Layla & Majnun ISBN 85-7110-.
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Layla and Majnun
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
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- For the film, see Leyli o Majnun (1936 film).
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Layla and Majnun, also known as The Madman and Layla - in Arabic مجنون و ليلى (Majnun and Layla) or قيس وليلى (Qays and Layla), in Persian: لیلی و مجنون (Leyli and Madjnun), (Leyli və Məcnun) in Azeri - is a classical Arabic story of star-crossed lovers. It is based on the real story of a young man called Qays ibn al-Mulawwah (Arabic: قيس بن الملوح) from the northern Arabian Peninsula during the Umayyad era in the 7th century. In one version, he spent his youth together with Layla, tending their flocks. In the other version, upon seeing Layla he fell passionately in love with her. In both versions, however, he went mad when her father prevented him from marrying her; for that reason he came to be called Majnun-e Layla (Persian: مجنونِ لیلا), which means "Layla's Lunatic."
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Story
Qays ibn al-Mulawwah ibn Muzahim, was a Bedouin poet. He fell in love with Layla bint Mahdi ibn Sa’d from the same tribe, better known as Layla Al-Aamiriya. He soon began composing poems about his love for her, mentioning her name often. When he asked for her hand in marriage her father refused as this would mean a scandal for Layla according to Arab traditions. Soon after, Layla married another man.
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When Qays heard of her marriage, he fled the tribe camp and began wandering the surrounding desert. His family eventually gave up on his return and left food for him in the wilderness. He could sometimes be seen reciting poetry to himself or writing in the sand with a stick.
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Layla moved to present-day Iraq with her husband, where she became ill and eventually died. Qays was later found dead in the wilderness in 688 A.D. near an unknown woman’s grave. He had carved three verses of poetry on a rock near the grave, which are the last three verses attributed to him.
Many other minor incidents happened between his madness and his death. Most of his recorded poetry was composed before his descent into madness.
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Among the poems attributed to Qays ibn al-Mulawwah, regarding Layla:[1]
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| “ | I pass by these walls, the walls of Layla And I kiss this wall and that wall It’s not Love of the houses that has taken my heart But of the One who dwells in those houses | ” |
Variations
In India it is believed that Layla and Majnu found refuge in a village in Rajasthan before breathing their last. The 'graves' of Layla and Majnu are believed to be located in the Bijnore village near Anupgarh in the Sriganganagar district. According to rural legend there, Layla and Majnu escaped to these parts and died there. Hundreds of newlyweds and lovers from India and Pakistan, despite there being no facilities for an overnight stay, attend the two day fair in June.
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There is also a Layla-Majnu tomb in Al-Hofuf, Saudi Arabia.
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Another variation on the tale tells of Layla and Majnu meeting in school. Majnu fell in love with Layla and was captivated by her. The school master would beat Majnu for paying attention to Layla instead of his school work. But some sort of magic happened. Majnu was beaten but Laila would bleed for his wounds. Word reached their households and their families feuded. Separated at childhood, Layla and Majnu met again in their youth. Layla's brother, Tabrez, would not let Layla shame the family name by marrying Majnu. Tabrez and Majnu quarreled; stricken with madness over Layla, Majnu murdered Tabrez. Word reached the village and Majnu was arrested. He was sentenced to be stoned to death by the villagers. Layla could not bear it and agreed to marry another man if Majnu would be kept safe from harm in exile. Layla got married but her heart longed for Majnu. Hearing this, Layla's husband rode with his men to the desert towards Majnu. He challenged Majnu to the death. It is said that the instant Layla's husband's sword pierced Majnu's heart, Layla collapsed in her home. Layla and Majnu were said to be buried next to each other as her husband and their fathers prayed to their afterlife. Myth has it, Layla and Majnu met again in heaven, where they loved forever.
History and influence
Persianization of the story
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From Arab and Habib folklore the story passed into Persian literature. The story of Lili o Majnoon was known in Persian at least from the time of Rudaki who mentions the lovers[2].
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Although the story was somewhat popular in Persian literature in the 12th century, it was the Persian masterpiece of Nezami Ganjavi that popularized it dramatically in Persian literature[3]. Nezami collected both secular and mystical sources about Majnun and portrayed a vivid picture of the famous lovers [3]. Subsequently, many other Persian poets imitated him and wrote their own versions of the romance [3]. By collecting information from both secular and mystical sources about Majnun, Nizami portrayed such a vivid picture of this legendary lover that all subsequent poets were inspired by him, many of them imitated him and wrote their own versions of the romance[3]. Nezami uses various characteristics deriving from 'Udhrite love poetry and weaves them into his own Persian culture[3]. He Persianises the poem by adding techniques borrowed from the Persian epic tradition, such as "the portrayal of characters, the relationship between characters, description of time and setting, etc."[3].
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In his adaptation, the young lovers become acquainted at school and fell desperately in love. However, they could not see each other due to a family feud, and Layla's family arranged for her to marry another man [4]. It is a tragic story of undying love much like the later Romeo and Juliet.[5 ]
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This type of love is known in Arabic culture as "Virgin Love" (Arabic: حب عذري), because the lovers never married or made love. Other famous Virgin Love stories are the stories of "Qays and Lubna", "Kuthair and Azza", "Marwa and Al Majnoun Al Faransi" and "Antara and Abla". The literary motif itself is common throughout the world, notably in the Muslim literature of South Asia, such as Urdu ghazals.
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According to Dr. Rudolf Gelpke: Many later poets have imitated Nizami's work, even if they could not equal and certainly not surpass it; Persians, Turks, Indians, to name only the most important ones. The Persian scholar Hekmat has listed not less than forty Persians and thirteen Turkish versions of Layli and Majnun.[6]. According to Vahid Dastgerdi, If one would search all existing libraries, one would probably find more than 1000 versions of Layli and Majnun.
Azeri adapation
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The Azerbaijani language adaptation of the story, Dâstân-ı Leylî vü Mecnûn (داستان ليلى و مجنون; "The Epic of Layla and Majnun") was written in the 16th century by Fuzûlî. Fuzûlî's version was borrowed by the renowned Azerbaijani composer Uzeyir Hajibeyov, who used the material to create what became the Middle East's first opera. It premiered in Baku on January 25, 1908. The story had previously been brought to the stage in the late 19th century, when Ahmed Shawqi wrote a poetic play about the tragedy, now considered one of the best in modern Arab poetry. Qays's lines from the play are sometimes confused with his actual poems.
Other Influences
The enduring popularity of the legend has influenced Middle Eastern literature, especially Sufi writers, in whose literature the name Layla refers to their concept of the Beloved. The original story is featured in Bahá'u'lláh's mystical writings, the Seven Valleys. Etymologically, Layla is related to the Hebrew and Arabic words for "night," and is thought to mean "one who works by night." This is an apparent allusion to the fact that the romance of the star-crossed lovers was hidden and kept secret. In the Persian and Arabic languages, the word Majnun means "crazy." In addition to this creative use of language, the tale has also made at least one linguistic contribution, inspiring a Turkish colloquialism: to "feel like Layla" is to feel completely dazed, as might be expected of a person who is literally madly in love.
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This epic poem was translated into English by Isaac D'Israeli in the early 1800s allowing a wider audience to appreciate it.
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Layla has also been mentioned in many works by the notorious Aleister Crowley in many of his religious texts, perhaps most notably, in The Book of Lies.
Popular culture
- The name "Layla" served as Clapton's inspiration for the title of Derek and the Dominos' famous album Layla and Other Assorted Love Songs and its title track. The song "I Am Yours" is a direct quote from a passage in Layla and Majnun.
- The tale of Layla and Majnun has been the subject of various films produced by the Indian film industry beginning in the 1920s. One, Laila Majnun, was produced in 1976. In 2007, the story was enacted as both a framing story and as a dance-within-a-movie in the film Aaja Nachle. There is a reference to the story in the song 'Laila' from the film Qurbani.
- The term Layla-Majnun is often used for lovers, also Majnun is commonly used to address a person madly in love.
- One of the panels in the Alisher Navoi metro station in Tashkent, Uzbekistan represents the epic on blue green tiles.
- In the book A Thousand Splendid Suns by Afghan author Khaled Hosseini, Rasheed often refers to Laila and Tariq as Layla and Majnun.
- On Gaia Online, a recent monthly collectible released an item under the names Majnun and Layla loosely based on the story.(see also: http://www.gaiaonline.com/ or http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gaia_Online)
See also
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Footnotes
- ^ Loss of Meaning, Faraz Rabbani, Islamica Magazine No. 15/2006
- ^ • Zanjani, Barat. “Layla va Majnun-I Nizami Ganjavi: matn-I Ilmi va intiqadi az ru-yi qadimtari nuskha-hayi khatti-I qarn-I hashtum ba zikr-i ikhtilaf-i nusakh va ma’ani lughat va tarikbat va kashf al-bayat”, Tehran, Mu’assasah-I Chap va Intisharat-I Danishgah Tehran, 1369[1990] Rudaki: مشوش است دلم از کرشمهی سلمی چنان که خاطره ی مجنون ز طره ی لیلی
- ^ a b c d e f Layli and Majnun: Love, Madness and Mystic Longing, Dr. Ali Asghar Seyed-Gohrab, Brill Studies in Middle Eastern literature, Jun 2003, ISBN 90-04-12942-1. excerpt:Although Majnun was to some extent a popular figure before Nizami’s time, his popularity increased dramatically after the appearance of Nizami’s romance. By collecting information from both secular and mystical sources about Majnun, Nizami portrayed such a vivid picture of this legendary lover that all subsequent poets were inspired by him, many of them imitated him and wrote their own versions of the romance. As we shall see in the following chapters, the poet uses various characteristics deriving from ‘Udhrite love poetry and weaves them into his own Persian culture. In other words, Nizami Persianises the poem by adding several techniques borrowed from the Persian epic tradition, such as the portrayal of characters, the relationship between characters, description of time and setting, etc.
- ^ ArtArena: "Layli and Madjnun in Persian Literature"
- ^ NIZAMI: LAYLA AND MAJNUN - English Version by Paul Smith
- ^ The Story of Layla and Majnun, by Nizami. Translated Dr. Rudolf. Gelpke in collaboration with E. Mattin and G. Hill, Omega Publications, 1966, ISBN #0-930872-52-5.
References
- Nizami, The Story of Layla & Majpoonun, ISBN 0-930872-52-5
- Nizami and Colin Turner, Layla and Majnun, ISBN 1-85782-161-0
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