Deh vieni, non tardar, o gioja bella. Bliss, come, don't delay
Vieniove amore per goder t'appella. Called from love Come where you are.
Finchè non splende in ciel notturna face When the torches of the moon have not yet lit up the sky
Finchè l'aria è ancor bruna e il mondo tace. It is still dark around, the world is still quiet.
Qui mormora il ruscel,qui scherza l' aura. The stream is flowing, and the breeze is playing gently
. Che col dolce sussurro il cor ristaura. It coaxes people's minds with sweet words.
Qui ridono I fioretti e l'erba è fresca. Here the flowers smile, and the green grass is cool;
Ai piaceri d'amor qui tutto adesca. All things call to the joy of love.
Vieni, ben mio, tra queste piante ascose Come, my dearest, deep in the forest
Vieni, vieni! Come, come
Ti vo' la fronte incoronar di rose. I will put a wreath of roses on you.
Giunse alfin il momento, the moment has finally come
che godrò senza affanno I can be unbridled
in braccio all' idol mio. In the arms of a lover.
Timide cure! uscite dal mio petto, he will be here soon! Embrace me with the power of love
a turbar non venite il mio diletto! No worries and fears that will damage us Ecstasy!
I heard this tune again, from Jane Austen's autobiographical film "becoming jane". I have to recommend this OST. This soundtrack is great. The ups and downs that tug at the heartstrings make people move and sigh. During my few years in Europe, I often went to various classical concerts, and unknowingly learned to appreciate classical music. The emotions in all kinds of rock and pop music actually have classical music, but they are often very boring, and they are very hidden. , they only subtly stir up your sensitive nerves. Slow is a clue.
At the end of the movie, in the hall of the dome, Jane Austen, who was dying of loneliness, quietly listened to this aria. The reunion after 20 years, there is only a calm "Mr. Lefroy". When Tom couldn't resist speaking up against his daughter rude's plea, she heard him name her "Jane". This passage is handled very quietly, very British typical sullenness, but very touching. The so-called literature and art is the so-called boring show. In those repressed years, people's rich inner emotions were always expressed in a very subtle way, like a calm water surface, but you never know how deep and dark the ripples are below. How surging. Elegant and calm, those sour waiting, lengthy memories, dust on brows, fine lines at the corners of eyes, love and farewell never spoken, peaceful years are the cruelest thieves, stealing all the past, and Those slow clues that were filtered out seem timeless and long.
In our day and age, expressions of love and hate are as loud and cathartic as rock music. Quench your thirst with a quick meal like Coke, and no amount of promises can stand against time and fall down one after another. The love that used to be unscrupulous and unstinting in the mouth, turned around and was forgotten, Zhou Er returned to the beginning, and never tired of it. I don't even know how people define them. Selfishness and impulsiveness are seen as brave. But he forgets the most touching things, which are often a forbearance in his eyes, a secret language that is suppressed and obscure but only understood by those with a consonance, and a sense of security that separates the world. I actually think that love is not easy to say. Anyway, what is easily said out loud is not necessarily true, and what is not spoken may last a lifetime.
Listen carefully, in fact, you can hear the voice of fate. People can't wait because they lack self-confidence and security, and thus lose their calmness and elegance. Then maybe these things will be easily lost when they are obtained, or you never get them at all. And those who have the patience to slowly stew the soup with a small fire, waiting, expecting, caring in the process, have enough time to brew, to experience, to chew, to feel, the inner surging, these slow fun, will be It is an eternity that can settle down and resist the erosion of time.
Go slow and press the shutter, don't rush to create a lot of garbage in your hard drive, and experience the fun of thinking before that. Go to life slowly, appreciate every bit of beauty and touch. Love slowly and wait for someone worth squandering your patience. Listen with your heart, listen quietly, listen with enough respect, and you will not only hear your inner voice, but you will also hear fate making all the arrangements and decisions, and will hear it beckoning you, thus eliminating all of anxiety. Follow your inner voice calmly, and grow old calmly and strong. The so-called sense of security, but that's it.
Life is often composed of a series of unexpected surprises and overlapping encounters, you can hear its arrangement and general direction, but it is repeatedly attacked by all kinds of accidents. Slowness is the only clue. It is still possible to reconnect all the people who are fettered by the long distance. We rely on this clue to go back in time and solve all the puzzles after many years.
I live in a city in Italy. I was talking about this city with a young French literary young man that day, but found that the fables of this city are very similar to the metaphors of life. No one will fall in love with this city at the beginning. It is the only non-tourist city in the big Italian cities. , old, dirty and broken, we will be deeply disappointed, but if we don’t like it here, the days will go on, but slowly we find that this place is full of encounter surprises and surprises all the time, the old church that entered a certain obscure corner , it was a wonderful concert, there was another exhibition of a similar standard in that corner, and an amazing museum in that dilapidated building, but nothing could be seen on the surface, so we said, don't live here You won't discover the beauty of this city for a while, it's an underground city. Extremely boring. And slowly you have friends and memories that make you cry and make you laugh, this city has its own meaning to you, it is not a pretty city, but a beautiful city.
I'm going to download Pride and Prejudice and watch it again :) This is a hypothetical happy ending of Jane's unfinished love in her novel.
Tom is not Mr Darcy, Jane is not Elisabeth, in the movie Tom said, What's the point of life if we can't be together. However, the meaning of life is that Jane became one of the greatest writers in English literature and Tom became Chief Justice of Ireland. And Darcy and Elisabeth live happily together
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