Sunday, May 31, 2009
Friday, May 29, 2009
Invader Zim's Gir Costume
Andalusian Poems
will be years and centuries 
Andalusian poetry She is moon, sun, stem
born and musk Perfect, brilliant, flourishing and aroma
love Who looks
to latch it closed shop but
*************
She laughs and
appear bright pearl veil is removed and there are two stars
the same time stands to see
And my heart she can not forget
*************
you see in the summit Ahmad
glory no one like him is light
And
born in the West that has no equal in the Middle
************ I never liked drinking
green lawns unless a slender waist
see me
daybreak or at dusk to tell me:
"The wind is jealous of him
caressing my cheeks
"She, mistress of hearts,
seeder
She concerns that may provoke desire
milder spirit
Sweet lips that keep pearls,
giving drink to the wounded lover
love and faithful to his promises.
*************
eyedrops
darkness flows through the Eyes of the dawn
to white
morning Delicacy
River wrist cuffs has
green trees by the shore.
*************
What a beautiful day spent in the meadow
along the banks of the river of Seville
Uploaded on board
broke the seal and musk
completely enveloped us your perfume
while the hand of darkness stretched
About Us
the black cloak of night. *************
will be years and centuries
and still love the beauty of your eyes
while you will not have mercy on me
or soften your achievement heart.
I want you to see what you've done to me: my heart is
the ploughshare
the blacksmith's anvil:
tears run, the fire burns
and fills him with the hammer blows.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
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ZIRYAB POET AND MUSICIAN
Arab Lute Ziryab
Arab Lute Ziryab The Arab lute, or 'ud come to the cut Cordoba in the ninth century in the hands of lutenist and singer of Persian origin Abul-Hasan Ali ibn Nafi, known by the nickname Ziryab, according to some, and likened her voice to the blackbird, and according to others by the color of his skin dark. Ziryab had been, in faraway Baghdad outstanding disciple of Ishaq al-Mausilí, favorite musician of the Caliph, who seeing the qualities with which he was endowed Ziryab and could overshadow his forced him to suffer exile. Ziryab
Baghdad left carrying more than a thousand poems in different ways. Crossed the Maghreb
While stopped at Kairouan, in the center of the region called Ifriqiyya. In that city he came into contact with popular music in particular, collecting the melodies and rhythms of North Africa before continuing his journey westward.
In Cordoba found prosperity and the recognition of his art and fame unprecedented. With the support of Abd al-Rahman II created what may be considered the first conservatory of the Islamic world, where he would found the basis for the music of al-Andalus that later influence both on the peninsula. Ziryab was a poet, writer, astronomer, geographer, refined aesthetics and a famous gourmet, but above all was a great musician and was released in al-Andalus Islamic instrument par excellence, the 'ud. In al-Andalus
there were some significant changes in the instrument, for example, replacement of the mouths of the top by decorative rosettes, probably loan architecture Gothic, and the addition of fifth-order string, which is attributed to Ziryab, but is sure to live together copies of five and four orders.
Ziryab also attributed to other changes: a general lightening of the instrument, improving the quality of the strings and plectrums replacement of wood with more flexible eagle feather, which produced a more pleasing sound to the instrument.
When reconquered Cordoba and Seville, the 'ud takes center stage in the cultural environment of the court of Alfonso X El Sabio'''', where some fine examples codices are represented. The 'ud soon moved to the north of Spain, which received great influence through the Camino de Santiago.
For sheer melodic sound qualities, perfect with the song, the 'ud quickly became the most popular instrument among minstrels, troubadours and minstrels, and its rhythmic character was a big part in dance music. By extending their use for the rest of Europe, they took different names, the Castilian "lute" or "Alauda" (the Arabic name "al-'ud") became "luth" in France or "Liuto" in Italy, but until the fifteenth century, always kept the original spirit of the instrument Ziryab legacy.
Baghdad left carrying more than a thousand poems in different ways. Crossed the Maghreb
While stopped at Kairouan, in the center of the region called Ifriqiyya. In that city he came into contact with popular music in particular, collecting the melodies and rhythms of North Africa before continuing his journey westward.
In Cordoba found prosperity and the recognition of his art and fame unprecedented. With the support of Abd al-Rahman II created what may be considered the first conservatory of the Islamic world, where he would found the basis for the music of al-Andalus that later influence both on the peninsula. Ziryab was a poet, writer, astronomer, geographer, refined aesthetics and a famous gourmet, but above all was a great musician and was released in al-Andalus Islamic instrument par excellence, the 'ud. In al-Andalus
there were some significant changes in the instrument, for example, replacement of the mouths of the top by decorative rosettes, probably loan architecture Gothic, and the addition of fifth-order string, which is attributed to Ziryab, but is sure to live together copies of five and four orders.
Ziryab also attributed to other changes: a general lightening of the instrument, improving the quality of the strings and plectrums replacement of wood with more flexible eagle feather, which produced a more pleasing sound to the instrument.
When reconquered Cordoba and Seville, the 'ud takes center stage in the cultural environment of the court of Alfonso X El Sabio'''', where some fine examples codices are represented. The 'ud soon moved to the north of Spain, which received great influence through the Camino de Santiago.
For sheer melodic sound qualities, perfect with the song, the 'ud quickly became the most popular instrument among minstrels, troubadours and minstrels, and its rhythmic character was a big part in dance music. By extending their use for the rest of Europe, they took different names, the Castilian "lute" or "Alauda" (the Arabic name "al-'ud") became "luth" in France or "Liuto" in Italy, but until the fifteenth century, always kept the original spirit of the instrument Ziryab legacy.
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Thursday, May 21, 2009
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Andaluz
joys and sorrows of Love
See how it makes me
skin when you remember ... For the throat
me up a river of fresh blood, wound
it crosses from side to side
my body.
I have nails in his hands, and knives
fingers,
and to my temple, a crown made of black pins
.
See how it makes me
skin, every time I think I'm a man
home ...
And yet, I love you!
Between your house and my house
is a wall of silence;
of nettles and prickly pears,
lime, sand, wind, honeysuckle
and dark glasses in ambush.
A wall that it can never jump
the people who walks
prowling the key to keeping our secret.
And I well know you want me,
and you know I love you,
and we know the two,
and no one can know ...
Ay, grief, pain, pain
of our love in silence!
Oh, what joy, joy
love you as I do!
When the night alone,
I get your memory,
bring down the wall that separates our dream.
my hands would break your gate irons provided me
at your side,
torment of my torments, and I would be kissing
to take away your breath.
And then ...
What gives me stay in your arms, dead! ...
Oh, what joy and what a shame
love you like I love you!
Our love is dying,
mourning, anguish, crying, fear,
death, sorrow, blood, life,
moon, pink, sun and wind.
is dying with every step
and live, then
with a sword tip always
roof slope.
I leave my house to the field
just your thoughts, alone
for fondling fabric
the handkerchief that fell on a Sunday you
when the people were coming,
and have not told you never,
my life that I have it;
and squeezed between my hands
the same as a lemon again and look
your initials,
and silently repeat
so that neither the field
know what I'm wanting ...
Yesterday, at the Plaza Nueva,
- life, non-
do it again I saw you kiss my child, my child
, the smallest, and how you kiss
,
Ay, Virgen de los Remedios!
that
was the first time that you gave me a kiss.
came running into my house I raised my child
soil
and no one was looking,
like a thief in ambush,
poppy on his face
bit my lips your kiss.
Oh, what joy and what a shame
love you like I love you!
Look, no matter what happens, but it sinks
the sky,
even if your name and mine
trample him on the floor,
and although the land is open ...
Even when I know the people and put our flag
of love to the four winds,
Follow me wanting so
torment of my torment!
Oh, what joy and what a shame
love you as I!
See how it makes me
skin when you remember ... For the throat
me up a river of fresh blood, wound
it crosses from side to side
my body.
I have nails in his hands, and knives
fingers,
and to my temple, a crown made of black pins
.
See how it makes me
skin, every time I think I'm a man
home ...
And yet, I love you!
Between your house and my house
is a wall of silence;
of nettles and prickly pears,
lime, sand, wind, honeysuckle
and dark glasses in ambush.
A wall that it can never jump
the people who walks
prowling the key to keeping our secret.
And I well know you want me,
and you know I love you,
and we know the two,
and no one can know ...
Ay, grief, pain, pain
of our love in silence!
Oh, what joy, joy
love you as I do!
When the night alone,
I get your memory,
bring down the wall that separates our dream.
my hands would break your gate irons provided me
at your side,
torment of my torments, and I would be kissing
to take away your breath.
And then ...
What gives me stay in your arms, dead! ...
Oh, what joy and what a shame
love you like I love you!
Our love is dying,
mourning, anguish, crying, fear,
death, sorrow, blood, life,
moon, pink, sun and wind.
is dying with every step
and live, then
with a sword tip always
roof slope.
I leave my house to the field
just your thoughts, alone
for fondling fabric
the handkerchief that fell on a Sunday you
when the people were coming,
and have not told you never,
my life that I have it;
and squeezed between my hands
the same as a lemon again and look
your initials,
and silently repeat
so that neither the field
know what I'm wanting ...
Yesterday, at the Plaza Nueva,
- life, non-
do it again I saw you kiss my child, my child
, the smallest, and how you kiss
,
Ay, Virgen de los Remedios!
that
was the first time that you gave me a kiss.
came running into my house I raised my child
soil
and no one was looking,
like a thief in ambush,
poppy on his face
bit my lips your kiss.
Oh, what joy and what a shame
love you like I love you!
Look, no matter what happens, but it sinks
the sky,
even if your name and mine
trample him on the floor,
and although the land is open ...
Even when I know the people and put our flag
of love to the four winds,
Follow me wanting so
torment of my torment!
Oh, what joy and what a shame
love you as I!
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Object Poem I wish
Avempace
Object of my desire,
that I can not reach
not say that tomorrow I'll meet you
my night was wrapped up in her robe
since dawn
being equal the beginning and end
and I am deceived by false illusions
like you find,
fortune denies 
Avempace Object of my desire,
that I can not reach
not say that tomorrow I'll meet you
my night was wrapped up in her robe
since dawn
being equal the beginning and end
and I am deceived by false illusions
like you find,
fortune denies
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La Favorita Sultan Shakir and Zorah
Sultan's favorite poem of John Arolas
March, ruthless and raw
because I
burning with your kisses,
to look almost naked
many graces and charms.
Sun at the zenith burns me
not a cloud in your sky,
I will put double gauze, and will not see you unveiled:
on a bed encubertado
I have to fill with flowers,
and garden will be closed
where hide my love.
Jewish, thankfully
of my being are siren, as
you do not see any, Christian or Mohammedan!
You're glad you laugh and
when lacking vigor in me, while your black pupils
jump you drunk with pleasure. Who has to break your ties?
Fall In Love, Overpower, and one day of your hugs
yields more than a hundred battles. Leave a blind frenzy!
... While in thy womb beautiful
I fall asleep with the request, while singing and rest, Febles
my soldiers suffer
humiliation in their defeats, and in rough seas
lose my greedy fleets: lost to Egypt
and plains, where auras given away
pure swaying spikes
in curved rods, where the eternal moles
where pride is written, stand in the sand
with granite sphinx, whose eyelid awake
never once closed
or desert winds, and the centuries passed . You
I love, and you agree
my two seas that threaten
eagles on two fronts
of ambitious tsars.
Guay autocrat one day
not come to take my harem, and for being my slave
me die too! No nudity for my love
wizard that your bosom, and let Mr.
your
will bare his steel.
Tina blood its edge, which rises in its fury
pyramids along the Nile
heads
traidores.Mas ah ... my vote failed
let illusions, hindrance of the senses,
magnet of hearts: for the most dour Moor
the battles that broke apart, because to contemplate your cry,
reins to the horse I tried touching volviera.Yo
some beautiful snow, whose kiss given
moved with grateful emotion.
But your kiss, sultana, sweet wet kiss
of those scarlet lips, makes me crazy, I lost.
Contempt, then, my wealth, and which spans tinsel,
my titles and greatness, my troops and my ships. My
not want palaces with dilated ends, nor my holiday houses,
with ponds and gardens
or the happy Arabia
the finest gifts, cool baths or pink
or purple, or steed, or the name given to me,
lord of sea and land, majestic shade of Allah,
prince of peace and war. Contempt
dignities of my military prowess,
and my peoples and cities with towers and fortresses.
And I say to the couch that I have more states,
my pipe, my Atago 
Sultan's favorite poem of John Arolas March, ruthless and raw
because I
burning with your kisses,
to look almost naked
many graces and charms.
Sun at the zenith burns me
not a cloud in your sky,
I will put double gauze, and will not see you unveiled:
on a bed encubertado
I have to fill with flowers,
and garden will be closed
where hide my love.
Jewish, thankfully
of my being are siren, as
you do not see any, Christian or Mohammedan!
You're glad you laugh and
when lacking vigor in me, while your black pupils
jump you drunk with pleasure. Who has to break your ties?
Fall In Love, Overpower, and one day of your hugs
yields more than a hundred battles. Leave a blind frenzy!
... While in thy womb beautiful
I fall asleep with the request, while singing and rest, Febles
my soldiers suffer
humiliation in their defeats, and in rough seas
lose my greedy fleets: lost to Egypt
and plains, where auras given away
pure swaying spikes
in curved rods, where the eternal moles
where pride is written, stand in the sand
with granite sphinx, whose eyelid awake
never once closed
or desert winds, and the centuries passed . You
I love, and you agree
my two seas that threaten
eagles on two fronts
of ambitious tsars.
Guay autocrat one day
not come to take my harem, and for being my slave
me die too! No nudity for my love
wizard that your bosom, and let Mr.
your
will bare his steel.
Tina blood its edge, which rises in its fury
pyramids along the Nile
heads
traidores.Mas ah ... my vote failed
let illusions, hindrance of the senses,
magnet of hearts: for the most dour Moor
the battles that broke apart, because to contemplate your cry,
reins to the horse I tried touching volviera.Yo
some beautiful snow, whose kiss given
moved with grateful emotion.
But your kiss, sultana, sweet wet kiss
of those scarlet lips, makes me crazy, I lost.
Contempt, then, my wealth, and which spans tinsel,
my titles and greatness, my troops and my ships. My
not want palaces with dilated ends, nor my holiday houses,
with ponds and gardens
or the happy Arabia
the finest gifts, cool baths or pink
or purple, or steed, or the name given to me,
lord of sea and land, majestic shade of Allah,
prince of peace and war. Contempt
dignities of my military prowess,
and my peoples and cities with towers and fortresses.
And I say to the couch that I have more states,
my pipe, my Atago
and your eyes adored.
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