Sì, può morir d'amor

Dec 22, 2008 13:08

My friends, any day that you can start with the sonorous voice of Pavarotti is a good day.

Una furtiva lagrima
negli occhi suoi spuntò:
Quelle festose giovani
invidiar sembrò.
Che più cercando io vò?
Che più cercando io vò?
M'ama! Sì, m'ama, lo vedo. Lo vedo.
Un solo istante i palpiti
del suo bel cor sentir!
I miei sospir, confondere
per poco a' suoi sospir!
I palpiti, i palpiti sentir,
confondere i miei coi suoi sospir...
Cielo! Sì, può morir!
Di più non chiedo, non chiedo.
Ah, cielo! Sì, può! Sì, può morir!
Di più non chiedo, non chiedo.
Sì, può morir! Sì, può morir d'amor.

I still want to take Italian someday.

And I suppose that if I did get a tattoo someday, "Sì, può morir d'amor" would be one of the phrases in the running. I've been thinking about tattoos lately. There hasn't been a symbol that's come to mind, that I'd need to wear on my flesh. I know that some people have favorite animals or particular flowers that come to mind, even before favorited symbols or particular types of script. Although I have animals of significance, I wouldn't want them on my skin. Though I'm as fond of Egyptian symbols as anyone, no. But I think there are certain phrases that mean enough to me, and have since I first heard them, that I might want to wear them for the rest of my life. I think I might start gathering them, if only for an interesting exercise in association, and I'll post them here.

poetry & music

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