All roads indeed lead to Rome, but theirs also is a more mystical destination, some bourne of which no traveller knows the name, some city, they all seem to hint, even more eternal.
quote by Richard Le Gallienne
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Traveller
Traveller
Where did you come from?
Where are you going?
What do you have in your pack?
Traveller
Who are you travelling with?
Who is your enemy?
Who is your ally?
Traveller
Are you not tired?
Are you not lonely?
Are you not giving up?
Traveller
Can you tell me
where the dangerous roads are?
Can you tell me
where the safe roads are?
Can you tell me
where the harvests are?
Can you tell me
where the springs are?
Traveller
Up to where
will you be travelling?
Untill when
will you be travelling?
For whom
are you travelling?
Traveller
Who are you? ...
Traveller
Will you take me...
with you?
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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All Roads Lead To You
Headed north on a one-way trip
I never thought Id be back this way
I never thought Id be missing you
Enough to suffer for the whole night through
Headed south and I didnt look back
I rode the wind off a beaten track
Tried running from the thought of you
Haunted down by what I know is true
To the north
To the south
It dont matter
Every road leads to you
(Im coming home)
Chorus:
All roads lead to you
Wherever I go
Everytime I told you I was just passing through
What my heart didnt know, was all roads lead to you
Headed east on an amtrak train
I hit the city in the pouring rain
I never thought Id be calling you
Every hour from that hotel room
Headed west on a jumbo jet
I rode off into the red sunset
I stood there knocking on the devils door
Wondering what the hell im searchin for
To the east
To the west
It dont matter
Every road leads to you
(Im coming home)
Chorus
All my life, the winding road Ive followed, has led me straight to your arms
All roads lead to you
(gotta get back to you, baby)
Wherever I go
(ah, yeah, yeah)
Everytime I told you I was just passing through
What my heart didnt know, was all roads lead to you
Im coming home to you , baby, oooooo
All roads lead to you
(Im coming home)
All roads lead to you
(never goin away again)
All roads lead to you
(ah, ha, yeah)
All roads lead to you
All roads lead to you
(gotta get back to you, woman)
All roads lead to you
All roads lead to you
All roads lead to you
song performed by by Chicago
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The Crooked Stick
First Traveller: What's that lying in the dust?
Second Traveller: A crooked stick.
First Traveller: What's it worth, if you can trust to arithmetic?
Second Traveller: Isn't this a riddle?
First Traveller: No, a trick.
Second Traveller:It's worthless, leave it where it lies.
First Traveller: Wait; count ten;
Rub a little dust upon your eyes;
Now, look again.
Second Traveller: Well, and what the devil is it, then?
First Traveller: It's the sort of crooked stick that shepherds know.
Second Traveller: Someone's loss!
First Traveller: Bend it, and you make of it a bow.
Break it, a cross.
Second Traveller: But it's all grown over with moss!
poem by Elinor Morton Wylie
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All roads lead to Rome.
Roman proverbs
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Epitaph To Rome
If midst Rome you wish to see Rome, pilgrim,
Tho in Rome naught of Rome might you see,
Behold the walls' ring, the theatres, temples
And ruptured pillars, to rubble all turned,
Rome be these! Mark how the corpse of a city
So strong still past fortune's pomp exudes;
Subduing a world, herself the city subdued
Lest yet more to subdue might there be.
Today in broken Rome, Rome unbroken
(A substance in its shadow) lies entombed.
Within all's changed; alone past change
Tiber remains, that to sea runs mixed with sand.
See what Fortune plays: 'tis wasted away,
What was unmoving; what moved, yet remains.
poem by Mikolaj Sep Szarzynski
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There is an old saying that all roads lead to Rome. It seems the administration so often clearly believes that no matter what the evidence was at any particular time, essentially everything led to Saddam Hussein.
Harbinger Of Fate
In the roads we travel,
our destination is always
a tiny speck on the horizon
where it meets the greeting dawn.
Many of the roads we travel down
a harbinger of fate waits for us there
to change our destiny
from the one we have chosen.
They stand a hitchhiker
along the lonely miles
waiting for us to stop
to give them a lift.
Stopping will be our fate decided
before our destination met.
poem by David Harris
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Beatown
B e a t o w n
I spoke to your boss this morning
He asked why you werent home?
I said sir they left without warning
You wont even get them on the telephone
Theyre in beatown, its a capital city and all roads lead to
Beatown, beatown
I spoke to your owner this lunchtime
He asked why you werent home?
I said they thought it was hunchtime
You wont even see them standing on their own
Beatown, its a capital city and all roads lead to
Beatown, beatown
He says he wants his money back sir
He says youre all communists sir
I said they beat you fair and square sir
They use the head, and not the fist
Beatown, beatown
B e a t o w n
song performed by by Xtc
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Love Comes Tumbling
Love dont need to find a way
You find your own way
I forget that I cant stay
And so I say that
All roads lead to where you are
All roads lead to where you are
The seed is spilled, the bed defiled
For you, a virgin bride
Hide yourself in someone else
Dont find yourself in me
I cant lift you up again
Love comes tumbling down again
Love dont need to find a way
You find your own way
I forget that you can stay
And so I say that
All roads lead to where you are
All roads lead to where you are
song performed by by U2
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You March On
You, unknown traveller of untreaded path
march on, march on, march on
will reach your destination
one day
though far off
march on, march on, march on.
Look back, never, even by mistake
forget, never, the hardships you bore
guide, will be your past deeds of life,
full of pangs on the bed of stake
What holds destiny?
Not to worry?
............Just march on, march on, march on.
Adversities make you a fast learner
Desires are snakes, so be a shirker
search the deep sea to find a pearl
get to the shore, while facing the whirl
Think never to be feeble & meek
deliver everyone from the misdeeds
while truth you seek
clear all hurdles regaining your strength
you will reach the destination
march on...march on....march on.
Carve out your name on the horizon
as your stars are on the ascendant
work towards the goal night and day
be illuminated in such a way
sluggish should appear the milky way
You, unknown traveller of untreaded path
march on, march on, march on
will reach your destination
one day
though far off
march on, march on, march on.
poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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All Roads Lead to Rome
Sarah Jessica Parker, Rosie Day, Raoul Bova, Claudia Cardinale, Paz Vega, Chiara Bassermann, Marco Bonini, Gianclaudio Caretta, Barney Harris
from All Roads Lead to Rome (2015)
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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I look at Rome; She has nearly three thousand years of civilization, but she flows as if she were new, looking as young and carefree as water when she makes water. A city where art and culture predominate more than anything else.
Overall, Rome is a mysterious city. The ancient ruins on the one hand suggest the glory of the Roman Empire, on the other they strike the opulence and grandeur of the Baroque buildings. And last but not least, be captivated by the speed and crazy rhythms of today's civilization translated into the huge number of tourists in the city, flooded with people, cameras and souvenirs. Everyone chooses his Rome, be it imperial, baroque or modern. But for everyone the city, once the center of the world, is a real historical symbol.
Camelia Oprița in book Wall of thoughts (We look for the past to invent the future) (2000)
Submitted by Livius Ciocarlie
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Mystical Rain
Beautiful lights that glare before me,
Magic delights you allow me to see.
Mystical Rain in the sky up above,
Mystical Rain throwing stardust of love.
A surreal sight as I stand and adore,
Leading the way - so that men reach the shore.
Mystical Rain in the air all around,
Mystical Rain making love without sound.
Marvelous specks of desire in my view,
Lightly you peck at my face like the dew.
Mystical Rain; blue metallic and green.
Mystical Rain; play your tune quite serene.
A show so alive as you dart through the sky,
Helping planes through the mist, where pilots do fly.
Mystical Rain; shine your light in my path.
Mystical Rain warm my heart; make me laugh.
poem by Angel Crabtree
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Sonnet: Road to Heaven
Just like some roads that lead me to my home,
And many others that cannot so do,
So do some roads surely lead me to You,
And some cannot no matter how I roam.
Like how I know the nature of the road,
The time and stress involved whenev’r I go,
God gives us freedom to choose yes or no,
The road we want to take, time, strain and mode.
But how can we ever reach His abode,
When we take roads that do not lead to it?
Just like road-rules, God gives us each His code;
Following it is easy by habit.
To reach our home, we must choose the right road;
So must we choose right road to God’s abode.
poem by John Celes
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Traveller handwarm
the lamb in the blood a traveller moonlit
the lamb in the blood a traveller sunlit
the lamb in the womb the sky spelled cloud
the walker in the mud a traveller lightless
the walker in the mud a traveller darkless
the walker in the lamb the sky spelled step
a silent road in the traveller's book
a silent road the traveller took
a silent road after a storm
a traveller path traveller handwarm
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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A Traveller Of The Roads
I wonder where I am going
for I know where I have been.
I wonder which new roads
I will have travel down
before I get back here again.
My life is such a mystery
from dawn to dusk,
and I wonder if ever
I will find the place
where I will truly belong.
I am a traveller of the roads
never calling anywhere my home,
but I keep looking for
the right heart on the right road
and a place to call home.
5 November 2011
poem by David Harris
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Rome is the city of echoes, the city of illusions, and the city of yearning.
quote by Giotto di Bondone
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My destination
My destination is life at the end of the line
My destination is graduation when it’s time
My destination is my diploma I bet I get mine
My destination is to stop with the lay back being cool
My destination is to reach to top of the school
When you reach the top I want you to look over and have in your hand a four leaf clover
As you step on the edge and start to look down turn around fall back make no sound
So the next destination you reach is the ground
poem by Jacob Valentine
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North Atlantic Drift
Meanwhile Rome burns
Meanwhile Rome burns
Its a cultural shift its the North Atlantic Drift
Americana and a rule Britannia
And the moon yes we own that to
And where the Euphrates meets the other rivers
Is now the home of the devil and the liar
And the pyre we plan to make
Is just the drift leaving its wake, home
Meanwhile Rome burns
Meanwhile Rome burns
And the films you want to watch
And the films you want to make
And the kids like lost angels
Dressed in black sensations
And the shift won? shake
And the drift won? brake
With billions of Diamonds growing like olives
And the drift holds the coffers
Meanwhile Rome burns
Meanwhile Rome burns
Meanwhile Rome burns
Meanwhile Rome burns
Meanwhile Rome burns
Meanwhile Rome burns
Meanwhile Rome burns
Meanwhile Rome burns
song performed by by Ocean Colour Scene
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