Se duc genii si durere, mor cuvinte si placere, generatii sub tacere, fum in vant, sub soare umbra.
Michelangelo BuonarrotiTags: sonet-21
Ce viclesug, ce forta si ce geniu, stapan ingrat, m-ar duce iar la tine, chip milostiv ce-n inima porti moarte?
Michelangelo BuonarrotiTags: sonet-22
Cel ce iubirea-si ia drept arma, frange destin si ura, forta si mizerii.
Michelangelo BuonarrotiTags: sonet-29
Iar razbunarea e aceasta: intrucat noi l-am ucis pe el, el asa mort cum este ne-a luat lumina si cu ochii inchisi i-a inchis pe-ai nostri, care nu mai stralucesc deasupra pamantului.
Michelangelo BuonarrotiTags: sonet-14
In van! Cand vrei sa cazi, nu iei aminte la bratul care vrea sa te ridice.
Michelangelo BuonarrotiTags: sonet-43
Cruzimea n-are rost unde-i iubire si nici puterea unde-i umilinta; blandetea-nvinge orice-mpotrivire, ca veseli orice suferinta.
Michelangelo BuonarrotiTags: sonet-54
From such a gentle thing,from such a fountain of all delight,my every pain is born...
Michelangelo BuonarrotiCritique by creating.
Michelangelo BuonarrotiTags: creativity criticism
I am still learning.
Michelangelo BuonarrotiThe greatest danger for most of us is not that our aim is too high and we miss it, but that it is too low and we reach it.
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