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a great poet
HAHAHA I think I actually like the wallpaper more than the bust.
amazing ….is like to tell to yourself who you are
Les Misérables pretty cool
awesome.. have a nice day .. hugs .JS
Clair de lune
La lune était sereine et jouait sur les flots. -
La fenêtre enfin libre est ouverte à la brise,
La sultane regarde, et la mer qui se brise,
Là-bas, d’un flot d’argent brode les noirs îlots.
De ses doigts en vibrant s’échappe la guitare.
Elle écoute… Un bruit sourd frappe les sourds échos.
Est-ce un lourd vaisseau turc qui vient des eaux de Cos,
Battant l’archipel grec de sa rame tartare ?
Sont-ce des cormorans qui plongent tour à tour,
Et coupent l’eau, qui roule en perles sur leur aile ?
Est-ce un djinn qui là-haut siffle d’une voix grêle,
Et jette dans la mer les créneaux de la tour ?
Qui trouble ainsi les flots près du sérail des femmes ? -
Ni le noir cormoran, sur la vague bercé,
Ni les pierres du mur, ni le bruit cadencé
Du lourd vaisseau, rampant sur l’onde avec des rames.
Ce sont des sacs pesants, d’où partent des sanglots.
On verrait, en sondant la mer qui les promène,
Se mouvoir dans leurs flancs comme une forme humaine… -
La lune était sereine et jouait sur les flots.
demain dès l’aube, à l’heure où blanchit la campagne, je partirai
Vois-tu, je sais que tu m’attends, j’irai par les forêts, j’irai par les montagnes, je ne puis demeurer loin de toi plus longtemps…
i said this poem to my girls two or three days ago.. and i thought about the reasons why i admire Victor Hugo last evening. He was such a complete and uncompromising man. so much provehito in altum!
and do you know the one that end by “et s’il n’en reste qu’un, je serai celui-là” (ultima verba)
Вот она стоит под ивой
Ловит слухом ветерок.
Пролетит ли шмель над нею, -
Как гранатовый цветок.
Видишь все, что закрывало
В голубых ее глазах
Словно искры пробегают, –
Звезды в синих небесах.
I love novel Notre-Dame de Paris. I was at czech musical of Notre-Dame de Paris recently. It was amazing!
france poet.) Notre Dam and Misarable ,,)
A man who stood for many important issues
Looks like the beautiful Paris and France are close to your heart …
Now I am going ride out in the evening sun and enjoy the floral scents on the road from a too-long working day before it is home to night work.
Have a nice nice day!
” Demain, dès l’aube, à l’heure où blanchit la campagne,
Je partirai. Vois-tu, je sais que tu m’attends.
J’irai par la forêt, j’irai par la montagne.
Je ne puis demeurer loin de toi plus longtemps.
Je marcherai les yeux fixés sur mes pensées,
Sans rien voir au dehors, sans entendre aucun bruit,
Seul, inconnu, le dos courbé, les mains croisées,
Triste, et le jour pour moi sera comme la nuit.
Je ne regarderai ni l’or du soir qui tombe,
Ni les voiles au loin descendant vers Harfleur,
Et quand j’arriverai, je mettrai sur ta tombe
Un bouquet de houx vert et de bruyère en fleur.”
this is a poem i used to say for myself- sometimes walking through the “bruyère”- by thinking to a dearest friend gone too soon, so much too soon
it’s maybe one of my favorites cause there’s not the emphasis or in a way too lyrical style that is in Hugo’s poetry and yet you can feel so strong the meaning between the words
Hugo was a formidable literary man, poet and engaged. Big man.
Not one of my favorite, but V. Hugo was a great writer, really talented
The famous and talented Victor Hugo! I enjoy and agree with some of his quotes, especially: “There’s nothing like dream to create the future. Utopia today, flesh and bone tomorrow!” ; “Makes me miss, I’m absent from myself.” & “Patient is the strongest!” Well, I see you’ve a big cultural background, dear Jared, and I’m very grateful for you sharing this with us, and so, we traveled through your trips! Awesome! XD Wish you a fabulous day! Luv & admire you, xo P.S. Last night I’d a wonderful sleep, and a dream even better, coz ur smile filled every part of it, but my impressing surprise was to wake up and see that ur latest post was your smile once again… great way to start my day! Lol Thanks again, again & again! <3
A great poet. A wise man. A great novelist. A visualist. A politic man. A man in exile.
At finally I recognized someone…. =O)))
Oh Monsieur Hugo – a great man.
I wonder if you have a favorite work of him.
One of my favorite quotes by him is:
“An invasion of armies can be resisted, but not an idea whose time has come.”
Because there’s so much truth in those words, as you might know by your own lessons learned. It fascinates me time after time how one can be haunted by an idea which is ready to be born. Do you feel the same?
Awww…, thanks to your captivating tweet about your Epic day in #TheLab with your brother from last night I’m sooo much more excited about the new songs now…
Don’t tease me this way… ♥Xo
P: S. And by the way…, the answer is ‘yes’, I’m already ready to VyRT again.
What about you???
So true what the Hugo’s quote states!
Ahhh yes the French poet he is a magnificent man. Creater of one of my other favourite books adapted for broadway Les Misérables I do adore. There’s something about his works that captivates my heart and taps into the hopeless not foolish romantic within me. Love is beautiful but it can also turn an individual foolish, if u love too much with ur heart rather then head. One must conjur the right balance of the two. As I have a great interest in balance, life is all about this and harmony. If we go through life without being successful too strike this obtainal slightly difficult at times goal we are so lost at sea,being suffocated and even more confused in emotions that could lead one too insanity. That is why great men and woman have been driven too do such madness in the name of affection and love. Cannot be helped, human nature. But if they struck balance they would have I feel be alive today too tell the tale. The courage also made them brave in choices. Which is also needed too truely love. As with great poets as Monsieur Hugo in order too write such wonderful things one had too have truely experience great love, great sadness and almighty courage too face moments of weakness. Take care its wonderful you are beating the living daylights out of the songs exhausting ones ideas are highly important. XO
А себе такой заказал?
oooooOOOOOO!!!!VVVVVVWL!!!! SUNDAY FILM WITH VH!!!!
A++++++++++;HUG YOU JARED!
Notre-Dame de Paris his famous novel is really great.
Do you read any poems or novels right now?
I prefer hugo boss just different
JAREDLETO.COM what are you doing to me …. im spending more and more time on line these days … always wanting to know more about the people / statues etc that you post. I have to be honest though its all very interesting and leaves me more knowledgeable so Thank you !
P.s carn’t wait for the new songs to ignite my earflaps
All the best, have fantastic day/night xXx
great poet in his Bday … 40, sent to you (Jared) via twitter of the poetry of Victor Hugo
I want you to love first,And what a loving, well loved.And if not, is soon to forget.And you forget, do not save heartache.I therefore hope that is not so But if, known to be without despair.
I would also like to have friends,
That even bad and inconsequential,
Be brave and faithful,
And at least one of them
You can trust without hesitation.
And because life is so
I also wish that you have enemies.
Not many or few
But just right for that, sometimes,
You are about interpele
From his own certainties.
And among them, there is at least one that is fair,
Lest you feel too safe.
I want you to be useful later,
But not irreplaceable.
And in bad times,
When there remains nothing else,
This is useful enough to keep you upright.
I also want you to be tolerant
Not with those who err just because it’s easy,
But with those who err greatly and irreparably,
And making good use of this tolerance,
You serve as an example to others.
I wish that you, being young,
Not ripen too quickly,
And that being mature does not insist on rejuvenating
And that being old is not engaged to despair.
Because each age has its pleasure and its pain and
We must let them run down between us.
By the way I want you to be sad,
Not all year, but only one day.
But that day discover
Daily that laughter is good,
Laughter is the usual dull and constant laughter is insane.
I want you to discover,
With maximum urgency
Up and about everything, that there are oppressed,
Wronged and unhappy, and who are around you.
I also wish you a cuddle cat,
Feed a cuckoo and listen to john-of-clay
Raise your triumphant matin
Because, well, you will feel good for nothing.
I also hope that you plant a seed,
For most small it is,
And track your growth,
To let you know how many
Many lives are made a tree.
Desire, moreover, that you have money,
Because it must be practical.
And at least once a year
Put a little of it
In front of you and say “This is mine,”
Just to make it clear who owns whom.
I also hope that none of his affections die,
For him and for you,
But what if you die, you can cry
No whining and suffering without blame.
Finally I wish you and man,
Have a good woman,
And being a woman,
Have a good man
And that you love today, tomorrow and the following days,
And when you’re exhausted and smiling
Still there is love to start over.
And if that happens,
I have nothing more to wish you. ”
P.S.Thanks for sharing a bit of France .. Love that country in November and December will be there … dream too much about it .. God bless you dear Jared Leto
Nice!! but I prefer Hugo Just different ft Jared Leto!
Another great poetry:
The man and woman
Man is the highest of creatures.
The woman is the most sublime of ideals.
God made for man a throne.
For a woman, an altar.
The throne exalts.
The altar sanctifies.
Man is the brain, the woman is the heart.
The brain produces the light, the heart produces love.
The man is strong reason.
The woman is invincible tears.
The reason convinces.
The tears move.
Man is capable of all heroism.
The woman, all martyrdoms.
The ennobling heroism.
The sublime martyrdom.
Man has supremacy.
The woman’s preference.
The supremacy means strength.
The preference is the right.
The man is a genius, a woman, an angel.
Genius is immeasurable, the angel undefinable.
We contemplate the infinite.
Admire the ineffable.
The aspiration of man is supreme glory.
The aspiration of woman is extreme virtue.
The glory is all great.
The result is all divine.
The man is a code.
The woman, a gospel.
The code fixes.
The gospel perfects.
The man thinks.
A woman dreams.
To think is to have a worm in the skull.
To dream is to have a halo on the forehead.
Man is an ocean.
Woman a lake.
The ocean has the adorning pearl.
The lake, dazzling poetry.
Man is the flying eagle.
The woman is the nightingale singing.
Flying is dominating the space.
To sing is to conquer the soul.
The man is a temple.
The woman is the tabernacle.
Before the temple we discover ourselves.
Kneel before the tabernacle
got to think of sth that`ll make me feel less miserable than im feeling right now or ill have nightmares
trees are not bare
some strangers in the streets look quite interesting
strange man, isn’t it? Xo
Sorrow is a fruit. God does not make it grow on limbs too weak to bear it.
- Victor Hugo
“Certain thoughts are prayers. There are moments when, whatever be the attitude of the body, the soul is on its knees”, is another favorite quotes of mine, by Monsieur Hugo.
I just want to let you know, I’m really glad that you still support Mister Big B. Because I truly believe that he is the best President your Country had / has since a long time. He is such a great visionary. If I were an American, I would have voted for him, too.
And Now for Something Completely Different…
Can you please tell me, what’s the hype about Instagram?
I really don’t get it, ‘cos to my opinion almost all photos look somewhat similar with the play of the colors, which is quite boring in the long run. But maybe it’s just me who thinks like this. :/
Yesterday I learned a new English phrase – Grace under pressure.
Strangely you came immediately to my mind when I learned the meaning of those words.
Maybe because you do exactly that so often, you keep your grace no matter what.
Oh, and to answer your MARS tweet question…
My favorite lyric from TIW is still ALIBI and I guess this will never change, for I am a very constant person.
Oops! It’s already bedtime again for me.
So, gute Nacht, mon amour…
Have a good time wherever you are.
Lots of love ♥Xo
do not know who is this man, but is very serious!
Good evening Jared ! Here it is early in the morning. I` ve only read some chapters of “Les Miserables”. My favorite writers are Updike and Zeruja Shalev. I have read all their books. I especially love the “Rabbit”- books by Updike and ” The Terrorist”.
Shalev`s books are always sad and they forced my to cry very often.
By the way: Yesterday I saw the film: “Only the sun was a witness” with the young Alain Delon. I’m often surprised how similar you look.
Sleep well and relax ! I love the pics ” Dead by flash”. But I wish you would eat a little bit more…..(sorry but you look so thin)…xoxo<3
“Death by flash” sorry.
OMG!!! I have made so many mistakes!!!!! Her name is ZERUYA! Damn!
As the third time is the charm…
“A great artist is a great man in a great child.”
*blows a goodnight kiss over the ocean. May the wind carry it to you*
Nighty night, dearest dreamer! ♥Xo
Oh, and many thanks to Mister Magera. You know for what, right? ♥♥♥
Yes he is a great child. I love that about him.
You read my mind!!!! I mean it! Yeasterday I have read My new job is connected with the V.Hugo street and I thought is good sign but mistery,like everything new in life.I start make fairy tales:) Bad! cheers:)
To Adele Foucher (1821)
When two souls, which have sought each other for,
however long in the throng, have finally found each other
…a union, fiery and pure as they themselves are…
begins on earth and continues forever in heaven.
This union is love, true love,…
a religion, which deifies the loved one,
whose life comes from devotion and passion,
and for which the greatest sacrifices are the sweetest delights.
This is the love which you inspire in me…
Your soul is made to love with the purity and passion of angels;
but perhaps it can only love another angel, in which case I must tremble with apprehension.
hey, where is my comment about ultima verba??!!
The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved, loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.
I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tanhauser gate. All those moments will be lost in time like tears in rain. Time to die.
…love that movie
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–
No more–and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. ‘Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep–
To sleep–perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th’ oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely
The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th’ unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprise of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action. — Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia! — Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remembered…
Rest not! Life is sweeping by; go dare before you die.
Something mighty and sublime, leave behind to conquer time.
I do too, I have seen it so many times now, watched at different periods of my life, all viewed in a completely different context, all instilling a completely different message … But the one thing that always remains the same is that quote … ‘ All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain ‘
It is one one those quotes, that is inspired when you first hear it, only to deepen with a certain poignancy when applied to a particular moment of your own life.
Just like that quote, the best (and worst things) in life are not scripted … but felt instead.
Truth: …”the best (and the worst things) in life are not scripted … but felt instead.” divine! inspired!
I agree too. The best and the worst moments of our lives are what we are today. And even the worst moments can highlight positive things
Hi Tears In Rain and InSpiteOfOurselves
Can I ask you what movie it is, please?
Blade Runner (1982)
A visually stunning masterpiece
ok, I would try to see it
i think i love you
these words & those words were like a lil gift-thanks!
Thanks, but they are not my words, they are by Victor Hugo
“The future has many names. For the weak it is unattainable. For the fearful, the unknown. For the brave is the opportunity” Victor Hugo
yes, it’s him!
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