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Der Asra -- Heinrich Heine (1797-1856)

Täglich ging die wunderschöne
Sultanstochter auf und nieder
Um die Abendzeit am Springbrunn,
Wo die weißen Wasser plätschern.

Täglich stand der junge Sklave
Um die Abendzeit am Springbrunn,
Wo die weißen Wasser plätschern;
Täglich ward er bleich und bleicher.

Eines Abends trat die Fürstin
Auf ihn zu mit raschen Worten:
"Deinen Namen will ich wissen,
Deine Heimat, deine Sippschaft!"

Und der Sklave sprach: "Ich heiße
Mohamet, ich bin aus Yemen,
Und mein Stamm sind jene Asra,
Welche sterben, wenn sie lieben".


The Asra

Every day so lovely, shining,
up and down, the Sultan’s daughter
walked at evening by the water,
where the white fountain splashes.

Every day the young slave stood
by the water, in the evening,
where the white fountain splashes,
each day growing pale and paler.

Then the princess came one evening,
quickly speaking to him, softly,
‘Your true name – I wish to know it,
your true homeland and your nation.’

And the slave said, ‘I am called
Mahomet, I am from Yemen,
and my tribe, it is the Asra,
who die, when they love.’


Azra

Kraj tanana šedrvana
Gdje žubori voda živa
Šetala se svakog dana,
Sultanova ćerka mila.

Svako veče jedno momče
dolazilo tu da šeta,
Kako vrijeme prolazilo;
Sve je bljeđe,bljeđe bilo.

Pitala ga jednog dana
Sultanova ćerka mila:
"Kazuj robe,odakle si,
iz plemena kojega si?"

"Ja se zovem El Muhamed
iz plemena starih Azra
Što za ljubav glavu gube
I umiru kada ljube."

(preveo Dobriša Cesarić)

Hm... Prvi post u 2006-oj...

Dodje i ta nova godina (ili sam trebao da napisem Nova Godina? Neka, nema veze, nije jos zasluzila da ima velika slova). Elme, proslavljena je u zdravlju i veselju. Bio sam kod Dusana u Dubaiju. Osim sto me je izdrndao pa sam foto-aparta kupio poslednji dan boravka (te primecujete da nemam bas arhivske gradje iz posete Dubaiju), bilo je vrlo, vrlo lepo. Novu godinu smo docekali u veselom drustvu iz Beograda i Iraka. Vecera u restoranu Bachus, Fairmont Hotel (vidi sliku levo), a ostatak veceri u Pepermint Club-u istog hotela (vidi sliku dola). Pred zoru smo i malo zalili Novu godinu kod Duleta u stanu (ne smem da stavim sliku) ;)

Sve u duhu predstojecih praznika, Bozica i Nove godine, i ja se odlucih da u dobrom drustvu pogledam neki film sa blagdanskom tematikom.

Izbor je naravno pa na Monty Python's Life of Brian ili na srpskom "Monti Pajton: Zitije Brajanovo".

I posle 26 godina, snimljen je 1979, film nije izgubio na svezini niti na upecatljivosti.

Par isecaka iz scenarija:

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BRIAN:

Who cured you?

EX-LEPER:

Jesus did, sir. I was hopping along, minding my own business. All of a sudden, up he comes. Cures me. One minute I'm a leper with a trade, next minute my livelihood's gone. Not so much as a by your leave. 'You're cured mate.' Bloody do-gooder.

BRIAN:

Well, why don't you go and tell him you want to be a leper again?

EX-LEPER:

Ah, yeah. I could do that, sir. Yeah. Yeah, I could do that, I suppose. What I was thinking was, I was going to ask him if he could make me a bit lame in one leg during the middle of the week. You know, something beggable, but not leprosy, which is a pain in the arse, to be blunt. Excuse my French, sir, but, uh--

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All right, but apart from the sanitation, the medicine, education, wine, public order, irrigation, roads, a fresh water system, and public health, what have the Romans ever done for us?

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Brian (to adoring crowd): You've got to think for yourself! You are all individuals!

Crowd (in unison): Yes, we are all individuals!

Brian (to adoring crowd): You are all different!

Crowd (in unison): Yes, we are all different!

Single voice (from within the crowd)(Thought to be George Harrison): I'm not.

Crowd (in unison):Shh!

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*Gospa od Libana

Slike: Liban

Znam da sam rekao da cu da opisem druzenje sa novom igrackom (iPod nano) ali nisam imao vremena ovih dana da ga isprobam kako treba. Namenio sam ga za slusanje muzike na motoru; a vreme me bas nije sluzilo...

Zato (a i zato jer sam umoran i ne mogu da pisem, jer sam sinoc bancio do pola 4), evo par malo bajatih (2003 i 2004) slika iz Libana:


* Mount Lebano - Cedars Resort

iPod nano (crni)

Napokon stigao. Dugo cekan da stigne iz NY, USA. Nesrecnim spletom okolnosti sam uspeo da odem na odmor (dve nedelje) isti dan kada je iPod trebao da stigne iz NY. No, cekanje se isplatilo i malisa je napokon u mojim rukama. Kad se malo vise upoznamo, napisacu malo vise utisaka.

Hvala Dany (kupovina), i hvala Marina (transport)...