Sunday, January 30, 2011

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dal dialogo di Romeo e Giulietta



January 30, 1595
Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare is represented for the first time

Juliet
but thy name that is my enemy, but you are you, not a Montague. What is a Montague? It is neither hand nor foot, nor arm, nor face: no part of a man. Or be you some other name! And that's in a name? What we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. So Romeo would, if not Romeo called, retain a charm of perfection, which also owns without that title. Romeo, because you did not find anything in your name, throw it away, and take all of me in return.

Romeo
I take your word. Call me but love, and so renamed, from now on I will only love.

Juliet
But who are you protected from the night stumbling in my secret thoughts?
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Romeo
read On Wings of Love I climbed these walls. Love is not afraid of stone barriers. Love, when something means, is brave and ready ......

Juliet
How did you get here? Who guided you?
Romeo
Amor prompted me to look for it, which then lent me his advice, and I in him, I paid my own eyes. I'm not a pilot, but you were far more deserted beach as the ocean that washes the more remote, for a commodity so precious, I will embark.


William Shakespeare! your art draws directly from the elevated regions of the Truth and you like your Prospero in The Tempest, work spells that heal and redeem, spells that lead to the man that can do object to the good. You, truly great fighter for equality, brotherhood, love in all its higher forms, as if I should, with the richness and strength of your magic poetic language, known and studied since childhood, heal the world!

" but thy name that is my enemy ": if you want to consider these words by linking it to an area much larger than that already so big and so strong and beautiful love of Romeo and Juliet to Romeo to Juliet, they could make us reflect on the state of injury that often a name, skin color, belonging to a group rather than another, for one sex rather than another, to an ideal and a faith ideal rather than another and a different faith or a "no faith" resulting in the encounter / clash between individuals and society, impede the achievement of a real learning process, based on direct human experience, and each other, from human without the "diversity" serves as a diversion and / or nullification of knowledge.
"And that's in a name?" yes, the name itself is not being, although it may make the tone and quality of its education and thus the formation of a habitus vitae, of a system of habits and behaviors, as well as of a particular place of thoughts, but a name can not determine the substance of a being: "What we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet." and "So Romeo, which if you do not Romeo called, retain a charm of perfection, which also owns without that title. "!
" Call me but love .... from now on I will only love . ": When a being is placed in front of another being stripped from the" costume "bestowed by the name he bears, he becomes Cupid: the encounter of two individuals that are experienced in their profound essence, free from any type of conditioning or social role, is a form of love. Love is the principle of life, the fire that burns, the movement that begins with each process of becoming. Love, which it takes the form in its higher forms, always leads to a movement, a transformation themselves, to a becoming.
"But who are you protected from the night stumbling in my secret thoughts?" night is the time of day when darkness and silence enveloped the world returning to the idle state, the day, bringing light and heat had broken, but, for this is the picture of calm. (Think of Foscolo and the Romantics, who just wanted to see in it the symbol of inner peace). In the "rest" of the soul being intent to reflect itself in his "secret thoughts", comes unexpected, unforeseen and unpredictable, seemingly random (protected from the night stumbling ...) be the bearer of love, of movement, dynamic transformation of the soul itself.
Love is the force that is not afraid of obstacles, but leads to the tireless pursuit across the border is too far away, the powerful impulse that makes acute listening, igor v determination, generous dedication, free and winged cont emplazione; Love determine its eternity and beyond the contingencies even going through the dense shadows. Heedless of the dangers of the dark, he is offered with courage and lights his torch!
Any man who can face the night without the suit which has been endowed by case approach and the "secret thoughts" of another, regardless of the custom of these, it's worth, as Romeo, to be called "Only Love."
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