Peyton's Wig On One Tree Hill

Mixture of Art and Sense of Ineptitude

The Kiss, Gustav Klimt

If I love you? O woman! I wanted him not Diria.
Voice Express yourself how much can never m'inspiri
sweetness to the heart, when pious
turns toward me your lights, if other ways to learn?
If I love you? And you ask? dich'io silent and did not?
and they say my tel no long sighs,
and afflicted my soul, which seems to breathe, while
from your lovely eyes I'm hanging immobile?
And every time the phone says crying
which may have fear mixed with hope and,
pay once, and I desire restrain?
Everything in me says, tel: my tongue while
only phone is silent, because my heart hath been sighted, who at that
feels that he has nothing to say: I love you.

If I love you? Oh woman!, Vittorio Alfieri

Is not the art, after all, the perfect mirror of feeling, of reason, the human being?
How many times I feel better, lost in contemplation, than when I analyze my conscious clear essere incapace a vivere. E 'frustrante.

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the beat that gives rhythm to life

thymέ, thύm amichάnoisi kήdesin kykώmene,
per dέ, dysmenέon d alέxef insulted enantίon
stέrnon present dokoisin ἐχθρῶν πλησίον κατασταθείς
ἀσφαλέως· καὶ μήτε νικῶν ἀμφαδὴν ἀγάλλεο
μηδὲ νικηθεὶς ἐν οἴκωι καταπεσὼν ὀδύρεο.
ἀλλὰ χαρτοῖσίν τε χαῖρε καὶ κακοῖσιν ἀσχάλα
μὴ λίην · γίνωσκε δ οἷος ῥυσμὸς ἀνθρώπους ἔχει.

Heart, heart agitated by troubles irremediable,
rise up and defend yourself from enemies, opposing their chest,
in clashes with opponents
firmly planted near them. And if you win it does not boast openly, and if you won
not thrown to the ground crying in the house, but
rejoice in the joys and evils without suffering too much:
learning the pace at which governments man.

(Archilochus - Br 128 W)

I the rhythm, you know, is what gives it that "something" to our lives. It may be how we can develop in ways that are always the same or rise over the peaks of unpredictability, can follow the course that we expected or abandon the most beautiful. But it is always rhythm, music has always, always wonderful. So magnificent or terrible choice.
It 's always the heart, is always within us, is in the middle and extreme.
short, is the rhythm. Does it make sense to find a definition? Certainly does not help you to live better.
Just close your eyes and listen.

C.