I also had this mistaken dream, fantasy really - perhaps because I'm good at languages - of being able in both Italy and France to become someone else through my fluency in the language.
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A Postural Pose
All these reported things
they told repeatedly to me.
Seated with twisting snakes
envy desire bitter jealousy.
How tall she stands
how proud she looks.
Of her beauty envious
her beauty sparkling told.
Of five foreign languages
spoken with flawless fluency.
Without error inflected
better than native speaker.
Five languages yet
within this soul I grieve.
Five languages frozen
bound cannot express.
Non-communication
of your innermost self.
Expression others may do
at ease with language one.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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When you grow up in a family of languages, you develop a kind of casual fluency, so that languages, though differently colored, all seem transparent to experience.
quote by David Antin
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All The Good Ones Are Taken (Part One)
(ian hunter)
Girl-things ain't been goin' too good for me
Girl-i'm living in the middle of a mystery
You're the only one that can turn me on
'n' now that you're gone i said
Girl-i'm livin' in the middle of your memory
Girl-you're still the figure in my favorite fantasy
I know you know
That's the way it goes
And still my love grows-i said
All o' the good, all o' the good ones are taken
All o' the good, all o' the good ones are taken
I'm hangin' around with my head in the air
Watchin' the lovers go by
I had a lover-but she never cared
All you could say was goodbye
Maybe i was mistaken
Maybe i got it wrong
But all of the good ones are taken from now on
'n' girl-i'm livin' in the middle of a broken dream
I said girl-all this fallin' in love ain't like it seems
Out in the rain-can't you feel my pain
Again 'n' again 'n' again 'n' again 'n' again
All of the good, all o' the good ones are taken
Maybe i was mistaken-maybe i got it wrong
But all of the good ones are taken in my song
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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It was pretty awful for us children because we never really knew the local children. Mother was keen for us to learn languages, so our travels took us to France and Italy, as well as the West Country.
quote by Mary Wesley
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All Of The Good Ones Are Taken
(ian hunter)
Girl-things aint been goin too good for me
Girl-Im living in the middle of a mystery
Youre the only one that can turn me on
n now that youre gone I said
Girl-Im livin in the middle of your memory
Girl-youre still the figure in my favorite fantasy
I know you know
Thats the way it goes
And still my love grows-i said
All o the good, all o the good ones are taken
All o the good, all o the good ones are taken
Im hangin around with my head in the air
Watchin the lovers go by
I had a lover-but she never cared
All you could say was goodbye
Maybe I was mistaken
Maybe I got it wrong
But all of the good ones are taken from now on
n girl-Im livin in the middle of a broken dream
I said girl-all this fallin in love aint like it seems
Out in the rain-cant you feel my pain
Again n again n again n again n again
All of the good, all o the good ones are taken
Maybe I was mistaken-maybe I got it wrong
But all of the good ones are taken in my song
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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Why does there exist a global American entertainment industry, but there isn't an equivalent coming from France or Italy? This is the case simply because the English language opens the whole world to the American cinema.
quote by Andrzej Wajda
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A Dream Of France
All over France
There was a dream,
It started, like all dreams
From one man.
Then the dream spread
Like a virus,
Until everyone had the dream
And everyone knew the dream.
Soon, the man who first had the dream
Was pushed aside, was shot
By the ones who picked up the dream
To make money from it.
People who did not share the dream,
People who dared to have other dreams...
Well, they were just dirt,
And men and women were killed
And children were re-educated
To worship the dream.
And the dream became a nightmare
But the dream-holders
(Who had abused the dream
Who had added bits onto the dream
Concerning those who did not dream...)
They would not let the dream die.
So it would have ended that way
If somewhere, a new dream had not been dreamed,
Dreamt by one man
For the whole of France.
poem by Jacques du Lumerie
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Disastrous Speech
Disasters are like the fluency of language,
Sometimes we fiddle with events that are average.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Silence and Language
Silence is our original composition and speech
Languages are the dresses we wear;
What we convey and understand remains the same
Despite the various languages we use;
Words are clothed senses in silence;
Once we decipher, understanding dawns,
Silence, peace and bliss pervade us;
What we experience, mean, understand, conceive,
think, utter, listen, perceive, understand, experience
Through languages and communication are in essence the same.
The manifestations of Silence;
Silence is Divine Mood
Lord's Speech;
Communication with our Self is Silence;
Communication with the rest is
Silence wrapped, by language;
We need Silence and Language
Which are supplementary and complementary
In communication and for realization;
poem by Varanasi Ramabrahmam
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Euro Cup
A nation of 16 teams.
Having a Single dream.
And everyone likes ice-cream.
Doesn't matter who wins.
Who will win.
Will be the King.
Millions of people watching in TV screen.
Cheering their team up to achieve their Ultimate dream.
This is all I have to say today.
All the best to all 16 teams.
Goodnight and have sweet dreams.
Germany, France, Spain, Italy etc.
Who is your Favorite team?
poem by Yash Pradhan
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The dubbed are waste
When a movie, made in one language,
Is shown as dubbed in another,
It will irritate the audience
Who know both the languages.
The ethnic scenes will mismatch the language.
26.04.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Poetry cannot be translated; and, therefore, it is the poets that preserve the languages; for we would not be at the trouble to learn a language if we could have all that is written in it just as well in a translation. But as the beauties of poetry cannot be preserved in any language except that in which it was originally written, we learn the language.
quote by Samuel Johnson
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Caesar Redivivus
In the olive groves of Italy
Men minds are all aflame;
For the war-lust spreads thro' Italy,
Where war-lords call the game.
And they dream of Roman legions
And the glory that was Rome's;
Yet reck not of the misery
That stalks Italian homes.
By the vine-clad hills of Italy
Men talk and dream of war;
Of the triumphs that were Caesar's,
And the glories known of yore.
But a mockery of triumph,
And an end to dreaming vain
Comes to victor, as to vanquichsed,
With a counting of the slain.
Oh, the women-folk of Italy,
They give their sons to Mars;
For they would be Spartan mothers,
Dams of splendid avitars.
But the fever shall be ending
In numb grief and shuddering fears,
When the spurious pearls of victory
Dissolve in women's tears.
In the pleasant land of Italy
The fever runs apace,
And the man who would be Caesar
From war's lesson turns his face.
With dreams of olden Empire
Would he set men's minds aflame,
Nor count the cost to Italy
In agony and shame.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Espresso is to Italy what champagne is to France.
quote by Talleyrand
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From Now On
Monday has come around again
Im in the same old place
With the same old faces always watching me
Whe knows how long Ill have to stay
Could be a hundred years
Of sweat and tears
At the rate that I get paid
Sometimes I slowly drift away
From all the dull routine
Thats with me every day
A fantasy will come to me
Diamonds are what I really need
Think Ill rob a store, escape the law
And live in italy
Lately my luck has been so bad
You know the roulette wheels
A crooked deal
Im loosing all I had
Soon be like a man thats on the run
And live from day to day
Never needing anyone
Play hide and seek
Throughout the week
My life is full of romance
Guess Ill always have to be
Living in a fantasy
Thats the way its got to be
From now on
You think Im crazy I can see
Its you for you, and me for me
Living in a fantasy
From now on
song performed by by Supertramp
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Sonnet: What Language to Learn?
To improve a man, languages are meant;
You learn a language that can feed you first;
Learn your mother-tongue to needed extent;
But drink one may only if it doth thirst!
Learn many tongues if you want to progress;
In India, all can’t speak a common tongue;
By knowing languages, you can impress;
But choose one, to talk and sing, from among.
Our Motherland is made of many states;
All Indians are my brothers and sisters;
Through languages, a nation integrates,
And love amidst fellowmen, it fosters!
Man, learn to converse with all your brothers;
Spreading love’s message is what next matters.
(9-29-2000)
poem by John Celes
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Rock And Roll Fantasy
Hey, yeah.
Here come the jesters, one, two, three.
It's all part of my fantasy,
I love the music and I love to see
the crowd,
Dancing in the aisles and singing out loud, yeah.
Here come the dancers one by one,
Your mamas calling but you're having fun
You'll find you're dancing on a number nine cloud
Put your hands together and sing
it out loud
Its all part of my rock 'n' roll
fantasy, yeah.
Its all part of my rock 'n' roll
dream, yeah.
It's all part of my rock 'n' roll fantasy.
It's all part of my rock 'n' roll
dream.
Put out the spot lights one and all
And let the feeling get down to
your soul
The music's so loud you can here the sound
Reaching for the sky churning up the ground
It's all part of my rock 'n' roll fantasy.
Its all part of my rock 'n' roll dream, oh, yeah.
It's all part of my rock 'n' roll fantasy.
Its all part of my rock 'n' roll dream, yeah, yeah.
Fantasy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Fantasy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
song performed by by Bad Company
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Mark On The Bus
Good morning, time to get up and go to work
I ride on the bus into the city everyday
I sit on my seat and i dream myself away
I dream i'm on an island with that foxy lady too
But when i awaken i must be mistaken i'm on third avenue
Won't you take me away and take away me
Won't you take me away and take away me
song performed by by Beastie Boys
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The business, task or object of the scientific study of languages will if possible be 1) to trace the history of all known languages. Naturally this is possible only to a very limited extent and for very few languages.
quote by Ferdinand de Saussure
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Rock N' Roll Rantasy
Hey! yeah'
Here come the jesters 1-2-3 it's all part of my fantasy
I love the music and love to see the crowd
Dancin' in the aisles and singin' out loud yeah yeah
Here come the dancers 1 by 1 your mamas callin' but yor havin' fun
You find your dancin' on the number 9 cloud
Put your head together and sing it out loud
It's all part of my rock n' roll fantasy
Yeah it's all part of my rock n' roll dream yeah
It's all part of my rock n' roll fantasy
It's all part of my rock n' roll dream
Yeah put out the spotlights one and all
Let the feelin' get down to your soul
The music's so loud you can hear the sound
Reachin' for the ground and tearin' up the ground
It's all part of my rock n' roll fantasy
It's all part of my rock n' roll dream oh yeah
It's all part of my rock n' roll fantasy
It's all part of mr rock n' roll dream oh yeah
Fantasy yeah yeah yeah yeah
fantasy yeah yeah yeah yeah
song performed by by Bad Company
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