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W. Shakespeare – “Romeo & Juliet” • These violent delights have violent ends and in their triumph die like fire and powder which as they kiss consume Translate : Aceste patimi oarbe n-au norocul Sa tina mult : ca pulberea, ca focul, Care la intaia sarutare se mistuie!

W. Shakespeare – “Romeo & Juliet” • Eyes, Look your last! Arms, Take your last embrace! And, lips, o you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death! Translate : Ochi, mai priviti-o cea din urma oara! O, brate , cea din urma-mbratisare! Si gura , poarta sufletului meu, Pecetluieste cu o sarutare Eternul targ cu moartea rapitoare!

W. Shakespeare – “Hamlet” • To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;

W. Shakespeare – “Romeo & Juliet” Translate : Aceasta zi aduce-o pace sumbra; Trist Soarele si-ascunde fata-n umbra: Vom mai vorbi despre aceste mari dezastre; (Caci nici in povesti nu-i mai mult prilej de jale … Decat in trista intamplare a lui Romeo si-a Julietei sale)

Emily Brontë – Wuthering Heights • If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. Translate : Daca totul ar pieri si n-ar ramane decat el, eu as continua sa exist: iar daca totul ar ramane si el ar fi nimicit, universul s-ar transforma intr-o lume uriasa straina mie si mi s-ar parea ca nu mai fac parte dintr-insa.

Maitreyi Devi - Dragostea nu moare (1992) • Când totul se transformă în cenuşă, ceva mai rămâne întreg … : D

Fire and Ice by Robert Frost (1920) Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.

Art Thou Pale For Weariness by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 -1822) Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth, Wandering companionless Among the stars that have a different birth, And ever changing, like a Joyless eye That finds no object worth its constancy. . .

Lamia by John Keats (1819 ) Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy? There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.

Henna Moon Imbolc is the white All colors of light After the snow storm Seconds before thaw The blank page before you begin to draw Imbloc is also dark and dense the presence of all color and possibility the fresh laid garden before seeds and sun are added The moment between lightning and thunder between the joke and the laughter The universe precisely one second before the big bang Anticipatory emptiness full of expectation Silence…. empty…. waiting The tingling of something about to happen A ready receptacle awaiting the seeds of our abundance A tipping point is occurring The balance of Brigid’s creative, healing love A hanging sensation as we wait For spring to break