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Dashadashafide # Friday, December 2, 2011 6:27:45 PM
en mi alma un pájaro vuela
extiende tus manos, tómalo!
deja que el calor de su pequeño cuerpo
recorra tu cuerpo
como la sangre en tus venas....
No dejes que se quede ...
Déjalo volar ...
que solo siendo libre regresara ....
celalbermon # Friday, December 2, 2011 10:24:57 PM
How painful it is guitarist plays the following
shake it touches my heart
Over the unforgettable memory of a burn
hurled to ashes inside, smokes pain.
I hear the same tune since the slip back
kahrolduğumu no guitarist does not know
refreshes the immortal love of yesterday
germinates in the ages of the eyes is released.
Nina Nninanarin # Friday, December 2, 2011 10:55:25 PM
Oh fly , of fly, O my soul-bird,
fly to your primordial home!
You have escaped from the cage now-
your wings are spread in the air.
Oh travel from brackish water
now to the fountain of life!
Return from the place of the sandals
now to the high seat of souls!
Go on! Go on! we are going,
and we are coming, O soul,
From this world of separation
to union, a world beyond worlds!
How long shall we here in the dust-world
like children fill our skirts
With earth and with stones without value,
with broken shards without worth?
Let's take our hand from the dust grove,
let's fly to the heavens' high,
Let's fly from our childish behaviour
and join the banquet of men!
Call out, O soul, to proclaim now
that you are rules and king!
You have the grace of the answer,
you know the question as well!
RUMI
xtutkux # Friday, December 2, 2011 11:15:00 PM
JOHN HUSjohnhus # Saturday, December 3, 2011 2:33:23 AM
weekend all
She is a soul-bird, traveling all her life and going with the music on the wire:
Dashadashafide # Saturday, December 3, 2011 4:31:30 AM
Originally posted by bermon:
Güzel şiir ve resim, teşekkürler ederin CelalMusic doth uplift me like a sea
Towards my planet pale,
Then through dark fogs or heaven's infinity
I lift my wandering sail. ..
I feel the tremblings of all passions known
To ships before the breeze;
Cradled by gentle winds, or tempest-blown
I pass the abysmal seas
That are, when calm, the mirror level and fair
Of my despair!
*by Charles Baudelaire
Dashadashafide # Saturday, December 3, 2011 4:46:31 AM
Originally posted by ninanarin:
Is the more beautiful poem about my soul-bird by Rumi that I read Nina ... LU
Dashadashafide # Saturday, December 3, 2011 5:01:10 AM
Originally posted by xtutkux:
Thanks lovely Xtutkux for your nice comment, I am glad see You here in my blog share our friendship and our music ...In your strings is hid a music that no hand hath e'er let fall,
In your soul is sealed a pleasure that you have not known at all;
Pleasure subtle as your spirit, strange and slender as your frame,
Fiercer than the pain that folds you, softer than your sorrow's name.
Dashadashafide # Saturday, December 3, 2011 5:12:38 AM
Originally posted by johnhus:
Oh John
I thank John and have a nice weekend.
Dashadashafide # Saturday, December 3, 2011 5:28:26 AM
My soul is that of a flightless bird.
Your presence haunts me like a ghost.
Your voice it calls in unseen whispers.
Pulling me into the darkness so.
I feel you all around me then,
Clouding me like a mystic fog.
It chokes me down and keeps me again,
From reaching out and taking hold.
Your presence haunts me like a ghost.
No death for a soul,
Not even unto hell.
My soul is that of a flightless bird.
Caged in this thing called a body.
It bumps against the sides of the cage.
Begging for freedom, begging for rage.
Anything to fuel the fire.
I hold myself shut, hoping I won’t break.
I can’t give in, for what would I be?
Like everyone else, I don’t want to be.
The bars bend, the locks break.
Jail Bird, Jail bird. Of course you won’t stay.
It burst forth out of my body
Breaking my ribs like an atomic bomb.
My soul is that of a flightless bird.
Caged in this thing called life.
In my body it rests, inside my chest.
Thumping and causing much mayhem.
It craves for sin, but I won’t give in.
Well, maybe a time or two.
Because until one day, when you come and save.
I am still human, and there is nothing I can do.
The soul flaps it wings, but in the end it falls to the ground
So the soul must stay, chained away.
Like a caged bird with broken wings.
by PaperPrincess
JOHN HUSjohnhus # Saturday, December 3, 2011 7:26:36 AM
need know the thumping truth of No Hades of Death loved to be hated; and life is a big big O in rotund:
in painless peace with the originality of any John's written pieces
celalbermon # Saturday, December 3, 2011 10:50:21 AM
Flying turnam fly, yaramı deşip stop,
Dear pity satin, and a longing to put you,
Will leave us worry, my face withering rose,
Already sarardım, fading to stand with satin.
I mean, these winds, approaching these hazandan,
Flying turnam fly, have to fear from the cold,
You heavens door at night, will not fear the darkness,
Look at the pale face, there is fear winds.
Hot flew to think, who knows where I was held,
This is the way to anywhere, without you You put me to you,
You've gone to flew, ağlatıp are you stopping us,
Flying turnam fly, and placed a puppy orphan.
Pale or faded, you fall off the branch swings,
This mortal world, you do not think that a bird,
Durursun trembling, whether from the cold chilled,
Look at the pale face, afraid to last spring.
Wherever you fly, this place happens to me Zehr,
Flying turnam fly, I need you,
A little more strength, which currently fitted with worry,
Flying turnam fly, have a baby crying.
A Yuksel Şanlıer
ramzi mohamedkamrizi # Saturday, December 3, 2011 2:04:14 PM
Dashadashafide # Saturday, December 3, 2011 8:11:26 PM
Originally posted by kamrizi:
Dashadashafide # Saturday, December 3, 2011 8:14:35 PM
Originally posted by bermon:
Dashadashafide # Saturday, December 3, 2011 8:16:16 PM
Originally posted by johnhus:
Dashadashafide # Saturday, December 3, 2011 8:19:59 PM
celalbermon # Saturday, December 3, 2011 11:23:35 PM
according to a friend to share the pain.
sadness is a common friend.
friend is like a rose thorn tree branch.
zarifliktir butterfly's wing.
picture of happiness friends.
to share the love of friendship.
friend of a novel fluid.
a symphony, no you do not want to end.
worry about the partnership of respect for nostalgia.
I'm glad Dasha
celalbermon # Saturday, December 3, 2011 11:45:16 PM
Who loves to be friendly, and his heart, such as fork
Esmeli stiff wind, the inside of the discharge
Salmalı ground roots, such as branch ağaçdaki
As the sun heats and burns, hearts kuşaltmalı
Then we at night, the dark bosom
The last wave of crazy, lovers neck
Then the clear sea, bay leaves
Tutuşup like fire, hearts kuşaltmalı
Rocking sail, ropes must solve
Fluctuations sea, the wind should monitor
Will be put on the cheek, and tears in Boots
As the sun heats and burns, hearts kuşaltmalı
FIFINELEB # Sunday, December 4, 2011 9:32:34 AM
JOHN HUSjohnhus # Monday, December 5, 2011 8:17:32 PM
more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the Earth..
From the moment it leaves the nest it searches for a thorn tree,
and does not rest until it has found one..
Then, singing among the savage branches,it impales itself upon the longest,
sharpest spine.
And, dying,it rises above its own agony to out-carol the Lark and the Nightingale.
One song... Existence the price.
But the whole world Stills to listen, and God in His heaven smiles..
For the best is only bought at the cost of great pain......
or so says the Legend.
{from the novel by Colleen McCullough} the thorn birds
celalbermon # Monday, December 5, 2011 9:33:42 PM
Realm realm threw me to ride for.
It was dry my dear / or bezdim
We lie to me ezdirdin in the world,
I glanced around, such as migratory birds
I walked and walked roads do not stop
Surrounding the arms that were broken kalkmıyor
We lie to me ezdirdin world engulfed Etrafımı unfaithful servants,
I glanced around, such as migratory birds
This is how how a grief sevdadır?
Heryanımı grips with worry about tuberculosis
GIDEM where passionate baş'ilen? Ezdirdin __Şu lie in the world to me,
I glanced around as birds ___Göçmen
hayalipusula # Monday, December 5, 2011 11:38:01 PM
bloğunuz çok hoş..
Dashadashafide # Tuesday, December 6, 2011 1:20:44 PM
Originally posted by hayalipusula:
Ziyaret ve yorum için teşekkürler
Dashadashafide # Tuesday, December 6, 2011 1:22:23 PM
Originally posted by bermon:
Ziyaret ve güzel şiir için teşekkürler Celal
Dashadashafide # Tuesday, December 6, 2011 1:26:54 PM
Originally posted by FIFINELEB:
Que grato verte por estos rincones ... hace tiempo que no cuento con tu agradable presencia.
Gracias mi estimado Amigo por recordarme, También te dejo mis saludos. Y en la esperanza de que todo este bien en tu vida y la de los tuyos. Tu siempre amiga. Dasha
celalbermon # Tuesday, December 6, 2011 1:27:23 PM
Ruhumuzu okşayan yumuşak eller,
Ruhumuzu somutlaştıran beyaz tenler
Bazen çekmeyen duygularımızı gösteren antenler,
Onlar tanrıdan bir lütuf, hediyedirler.
Mariemarieandrabi # Tuesday, January 3, 2012 11:29:04 PM
Dashadashafide # Wednesday, January 4, 2012 1:14:45 AM
Originally posted by bermon:
In the nobility of my soul save your memories To maintain clung to my chest and At times I nailed as a spike in Alma, recalling the special flower You were and you will be forever.
Now you have been in a place that I can not Being now that these undertaking your flight As a bird returning to its home… let me be The air you anide on this trip.
Never allow someone start this thorn, This stamp that reflects your exist in my heart, Never forget that I taught to fly as Never before I did.
Now that fly, now that you flight is a flight That only God knows if it is to return. Now that you're free as the wind that brings you Just think that someday you will bring air back.
Bird that flies, do not forget that the land you Welcomed grateful that God has given me the opportunity From knowing so beautiful bird that is at times Flower perfume and at times not forgotten.
Just ask the wind you remember, if at any Time to feel strange land you hosted Do not hesitate to embark on your return flight… For even that there is a fertile land that will welcome you And the stamp will have your name in your heart…
That is mine.
*MARCELO L.C
Dashadashafide # Wednesday, January 4, 2012 1:15:51 AM
Originally posted by marieandrabi:
Gracias mi hermosa Marie, feliz año 2012 amiga
Mariemarieandrabi # Wednesday, January 4, 2012 9:27:10 PM
celalbermon # Wednesday, January 4, 2012 10:09:55 PM
Dashadashafide # Saturday, January 7, 2012 12:16:01 AM
celalbermon # Saturday, January 7, 2012 12:17:57 AM
Warum Sie glauben, dass längere Wege
Versandkosten für diejenigen, die seine Verheißung Liebe
Warum Sie glauben, dass die folgenden Jahre liegt
Haben Sie jemals erwarten unutsaydım
Haben Sie nicht über die Sorgen fügt kein Problem mit Tausenden von
Wir haben mein Herz endlose Sehnsucht
Nie habe ich seufze ein Leben lang
Du wirfst mir solange die Fernbedienung
Ich nicht halten meine Hoffnungen
Glauben Sie nicht, verspricht diese Lüge
Liebe vergisst nicht die Jahre, obwohl die
Dashadashafide # Saturday, January 7, 2012 12:42:23 AM
Teşekkür ederim Celal
celalbermon # Saturday, January 7, 2012 12:46:10 AM
You're like a woman be expected fidelity
Unknown syllables, infinite torture
You're like a puzzle, as if women's
For a long saga, Gulistan fade
You're like a woman loves sultan
Sometimes a flower, butterfly, sometimes
Sometimes they're like a female angel Dasha
Dashadashafide # Saturday, January 7, 2012 1:05:02 AM
celalbermon # Saturday, January 7, 2012 1:13:19 AM
Dashadashafide # Thursday, February 28, 2013 2:20:49 AM