James Joyce - Ulysses: Molly Bloom's Soliloquy, The Last 50 Lines
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..................first I must clean the keys of the piano with milk whatll I wear shall I wear a white rose or those fairy cakes in Liptons I love the smell of a rich big shop at 71/2d a lb or the other ones with the cherries in them and the pinky sugar lid a couple of lbs of course a nice plant for the middle of the table Id get that cheaper in wait wheres this I saw them not long ago I love flowers Id love to have the whole place swimming in roses God of heaven theres nothing like nature the wild mountains then the sea and the waves rushing then the beautiful country with fields of oats and wheat and all kinds of things and all the fine cattle going about that would do your heart good to see rivers and lakes and flowers all sorts of shapes and smells and colours springing up even out of the ditches primroses and violets nature it is as for them saying theres no God I wouldnt give a snap of my two fingers for all their learning why dont they go and create something I often asked him atheists or whatever they call themselves go and wash the cobbles off themselves first then they go howling for the priest and they dying and why why because theyre afraid of hell on account of their bad conscience ah yes I know them well who was the first person in the universe before there was anybody that made it all who ah that they dont know neither do I so there you are they might as well try to stop the sun from rising tomorrow the sun shines for you he said the day we were lying among the rhododendrons on Howth head in the grey tweed suit and his straw hat the day I got him to propose to me yes first I gave him the bit of seedcake out of my mouth and it was leapyear like now yes 16 years ago my God after that long kiss I near lost my breath yes he said was a flower of the mountain yes so we are flowers all a womans body yes that was one true thing he said in his life and the sun shines for you today yes that was why I liked him because I saw he understood or felt what a woman is and I knew I could always get round him and I gave him all the pleasure I could leading him on till he asked me to say yes and I wouldnt answer first only looked out over the sea and the sky I was thinking of so many things he didnt know of Mulvey and Mr Stanhope and Hester and father and old captain Groves and the sailors playing all birds fly and I say stoop and washing up dishes they called it on the pier and the sentry in front of the governors house with the thing round his white helmet poor devil half roasted and the Spanish girls laughing in their shawls and their tall combs and the auctions in the morning the Greeks and the jews and the Arabs and the devil knows who else from all the ends of Europe and Duke street and the fowl market all clucking outside Larby Sharans and the poor donkeys slipping half asleep and the vague fellows in the cloaks asleep in the shade on the steps and the big wheels of the carts of the bulls and the old castle thousands of years old yes and those handsome Moors all in white and turbans like kings asking you to sit down in their little bit of a shop and Ronda with the old windows of the posadas glancing eyes a lattice hid for her lover to kiss the iron and the wineshops half open at night and the castanets and the night we missed the boat at Algeciras the watchman going about serene with his lamp and O that awful deepdown torrent O and the sea the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the Alameda gardens yes and all the queer little streets and pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a girl where I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down Jo me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.

George Harrison - Got My Mind Set On You Official Video
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"Berega"
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"Berega"

Beach, coast, coast, this and that,
Between them the river of my life.
Between them, my life, the river flows,
From birth and flows to the funeral feast.

There's the fast river that flows through fate,
His heart forever I left.
His heart forever I left you,
There, where you do not find a crossing.

And on the other side of me-nots bloom.
And on the other side of the stars salute spring,
And on the other side of my fire is not extinguished,
And on the other side it was all the first time.

The first time I liked and happiness was stupid,
For the first time I tasted the wild honey of your lips.
And on the other side, there on the other side
It was then that I can not forget never.

There's the fast river, where wild cherry smoke
There I was with you in May, where I toil.
There I was with you in May, I am here in May alone.
And I do not try to find another.

And on the other side of me-nots bloom.

Paul McCartney - Hey Jude Live at Hyde Park
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Pensamientos y versos✍ de: José Martí.
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Yo soy un hombre sincero,
de donde crece la palma
y antes de morirme quiero
echar mis versos del alma.

Libertad es el derecho
que todo hombre tiene,
a ser honrado y a pensar
y hablar sin hipocresía,
La Libertad es la esencia de la vida.

Todo es hermoso y constante,
todo es música y razón
y todo como el Diamante,
antes que luz es carbón.

La honra puede ser mancillada,
la justicia puede ser vendida,
todo puede ser desgarrado,
pero la noción del bien,
flota sobre todo y
no naufraga jamás.

Cultivo una rosa blanca
en Junio como en Enero,
para el Amigo sincero
que me da su mano franca
y para el Cruel que me
arranca el corazón con que vivo,
cardo ni ortiga cultivo,
cultivo una rosa blanca.

Tiene el Leopardo un abrigo,
en su monte seco y pardo,
Yo tengo más que el Leopardo,
Porque tengo un buen Amigo.

Pensamientos y Versos✍ de José Martí.
Edición: Nelrgla.

Есенин, Отговорила роща... / Esenin, Golden Grove (subs by V. Chetin)
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A golden grove has ceased at last its chatter
In a merry accent of its birches' tongue.
Afar, a flight of cranes, dejected, flutter,
No more lamenting over anyone.

Who to lament for? In this world, we're strangers:
Go by, come in and leave the house anon.
The gone are summoned up by but a hemp-close
And a harvest moon above a bluish pond.

I'm all alone amid a barren flatland.
A gust of wind is carrying cranes away.
It is my joyful youth that I'm intent on,
But nothing in the gone do I bewail.

I don't feel sorry for the years being squandered,
Or for a lilac thriving of my soul.
A fire of rowan berries, in the courtyard,
Is burning red albeit unable to warm.

The rowan berry clusters will not scorch, and
The grass won't perish from the yellow dry.
Like trees are slowly shedding their foliage,
So am I shedding doleful words of mine.

And if the time, when sweeping with an airflow,
Should grab them all in one unwanted lump,
Then say as follows... that a golden birch grove
Has ceased its chatter in a lovely tongue.

Sergey Yesenin

Esenin, Maple / Есенин, Клен ты мой опавший (subs by V. Chetin)
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Maple you my barely, maple my benumbed,
Why
are you standing, stooping to the blizzard whitely?

Have you noticed something? Have you heard a sound?
As
though, outside a village, for a walk your'e out.

Like a drunken lookout, being on a beat,
Who
sank down in a snow bank, got a foot frostbitten.

Ah, today, I'm also, somehow, quite unstable,
Can't get to my dwelling from a friendly revel:

Yon, came on a willow, yon, picked out a pine,
And
sang them, under blizzard, songs about summer.

To myself, I looked just like this very maple,
Only not a bare one, - verdant, in high fettle.

And, ignoring bearing, getting crazed flat out,
I
caught to heart a birch tree, like another's spouse.

Sergey Yesenin

Le Professionnel
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Jean-Paul Belmondo : “Vive la vie !”

Vladimir Visotsky "Capricious Horses" - English subtitles / Rough translation
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"Capricious Horses"

Along the edge of the cliff, over precipice
I hurry my horses, I rush them ahead.
I need more air, I drink wind and swallow fog;
With ominous delight, I feel Im vanishing

Slow down, slow down a bit, my horses,
Dont listen to the snaps of lash!
But my horses are so capricious,
I didnt finish living, I cannot finish the song.
I will get them water, I will finish my song,
And will stay another moment on the edge.

I will perish, and hurricane will blow me away, like a flake;
My sledge will dash ahead in the morning snow.
Please ease your pace, my horses,
Extend my journey to the last refuge.

Slow down, slow down a bit, my horses,
Let lash and knout not be your rulers!
But my horses are so capricious,
I didnt finish living, I cannot finish the song
I will get them water, I will finish my song,
And will stay another moment on the edge.

We are on time paying visit to God, no one is late.
But what are those angels singing there, in such mean voices?
Or is this the harness bell, just crying and crying?
Or is this me, yelling at my horses to slow them down?

Slow down, slow down a bit, my horses,
I beg you not to dart ahead!
But my horses are so capricious,
If I didnt finish living, can I at least finish the song?
I will get them water, I will finish my song,
And will stay another moment on the edge.

Vladimir Visotsky

Perdona si te llamo amor - Película completa español
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