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| Pedro's II of Aragon sealing |
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| World map of the Tabula Rogeriana |
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| The Children's Crusade by Gustave Doré |
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| Jeanne's d'Arc signature |
Tuesday, 29 May 2018
Medieval Ilustrations (I)
Monday, 28 May 2018
Tuesday, 22 May 2018
Molt jauzions mi prenc en amar
Molt jauzions mi prenc en amar
Molt jauzions mi prenc en amar
Un joi don plus mi vueill aizir;
E pos en joi vueill revertir,
Ben dei, si puesc, al meils anar,
Quar meillor n'am, estiers cujar,
C'om puesca vezer ni auzir.
Eu, so sabetz, no·m dei gabar
Ni de grans laus no·m sai formir;
Mas si anc nuill jois poc florir,
Aquest deu sobretotz granar
E part los autres esmerar
Si com sol brus jorns esclarzir.
Anc mais no poc hom faissonar
Car en voler ni en dezir
Ni en pensar ni en consir
Aitals jois non pot par trobar;
E qui be·l volria lauzar
D'un an no·i poiri' avenir.
Totz jois li deu humeliar
E tota ricors obezir,
Midons, per son bel acuillir
E per son dous plazent esgar;
E deu hom mais sent tans durar
Qui·l joi de s'amor pot sazir.
Per son joi pot malaus sanar,
E per sa ira sas morir,
E savis hom enfolezir
E belhs hom sa beutat mudar
E·l plus cortes vilanejar,
E·l totz vilas encortezir.
Pus hom gensor no·n pot trobar,
Ni hueils vezer, ni boca dir,
A mos obs la vueill retenir,
Per lo cor dedins refrescar
E per la carn renovelar,
Que no puesca enveillezir.
Si·m vol midons s'amor donar,
Pres soi del penr'e del grazir
E del celar e del blandir
E de sos plazers dir e far
E de son pretz tener en car
E de son laus enavantir.
Ren per autrui non l'aus mandar,
Tal paor ai c'ades s'azir!
Ni ieu mezeis, tan tem faillir,
Non l'aus m'amor fort asemblar;
Mas ela·m deu mon meils triar,
Pos sap c'ab lieis ai a guerir.
[Translated to English] Very happily, I begin to love
Very happily, I begin to love
a joy from which I will have more pleasure;
and, since I want to be back to joy
I well ought to, if I can, aim for the best;
since I love the best, without doubt,
that one could see or hear.
I (you know as much) should not brag
nor dare I praise myself much;
but if ever could one joy blossom,
this one should above all take roots
and shine above all others
just as the day turns brighter.
And never could anyone portray it
for in want nor wish
nor in though nor in imagination
such a joy can't find an equivalent;
and if one wanted to praise it properly,
he couldn't do it in a year.
Every joy must lower itself
and all royalty obey
my lady, because of her kindness
and of her sweet pleasant visage;
and he will live a hundred times longer
who can partake of her love.
Because of her joy can the sick turn healthy
and because of her displeasure can a healthy man die
and a wise man turn mad
and a handsome man lose his beauty
and the most courteous turn into a lout
and the most churlish turn into a courtier.
Since nobody can find a worthier woman
nor eyes see one, nor mouth describe one,
I want to keep her all for me,
to bring freshness to my heart
and to renew my flesh,
so that it cannot grow old.
If my lady wants to grant me her love,
I am ready to receive it and to reciprocate
I am ready to discretion and cajoling
and to say and do what she pleases,
and to keep her worth into account
and to further her reputation
I don't dare communicate by proxy,
so much I am afraid to anger her;
nor I myself, so much I am afraid to fail,
dare declare my love precisely;
But she ought to choose what is best for me
because she knows that I shall be saved through her.
Un joi don plus mi vueill aizir;
E pos en joi vueill revertir,
Ben dei, si puesc, al meils anar,
Quar meillor n'am, estiers cujar,
C'om puesca vezer ni auzir.
Eu, so sabetz, no·m dei gabar
Ni de grans laus no·m sai formir;
Mas si anc nuill jois poc florir,
Aquest deu sobretotz granar
E part los autres esmerar
Si com sol brus jorns esclarzir.
Anc mais no poc hom faissonar
Car en voler ni en dezir
Ni en pensar ni en consir
Aitals jois non pot par trobar;
E qui be·l volria lauzar
D'un an no·i poiri' avenir.
Totz jois li deu humeliar
E tota ricors obezir,
Midons, per son bel acuillir
E per son dous plazent esgar;
E deu hom mais sent tans durar
Qui·l joi de s'amor pot sazir.
Per son joi pot malaus sanar,
E per sa ira sas morir,
E savis hom enfolezir
E belhs hom sa beutat mudar
E·l plus cortes vilanejar,
E·l totz vilas encortezir.
Pus hom gensor no·n pot trobar,
Ni hueils vezer, ni boca dir,
A mos obs la vueill retenir,
Per lo cor dedins refrescar
E per la carn renovelar,
Que no puesca enveillezir.
Si·m vol midons s'amor donar,
Pres soi del penr'e del grazir
E del celar e del blandir
E de sos plazers dir e far
E de son pretz tener en car
E de son laus enavantir.
Ren per autrui non l'aus mandar,
Tal paor ai c'ades s'azir!
Ni ieu mezeis, tan tem faillir,
Non l'aus m'amor fort asemblar;
Mas ela·m deu mon meils triar,
Pos sap c'ab lieis ai a guerir.
[Translated to English] Very happily, I begin to love
Very happily, I begin to love
a joy from which I will have more pleasure;
and, since I want to be back to joy
I well ought to, if I can, aim for the best;
since I love the best, without doubt,
that one could see or hear.
I (you know as much) should not brag
nor dare I praise myself much;
but if ever could one joy blossom,
this one should above all take roots
and shine above all others
just as the day turns brighter.
And never could anyone portray it
for in want nor wish
nor in though nor in imagination
such a joy can't find an equivalent;
and if one wanted to praise it properly,
he couldn't do it in a year.
Every joy must lower itself
and all royalty obey
my lady, because of her kindness
and of her sweet pleasant visage;
and he will live a hundred times longer
who can partake of her love.
Because of her joy can the sick turn healthy
and because of her displeasure can a healthy man die
and a wise man turn mad
and a handsome man lose his beauty
and the most courteous turn into a lout
and the most churlish turn into a courtier.
Since nobody can find a worthier woman
nor eyes see one, nor mouth describe one,
I want to keep her all for me,
to bring freshness to my heart
and to renew my flesh,
so that it cannot grow old.
If my lady wants to grant me her love,
I am ready to receive it and to reciprocate
I am ready to discretion and cajoling
and to say and do what she pleases,
and to keep her worth into account
and to further her reputation
I don't dare communicate by proxy,
so much I am afraid to anger her;
nor I myself, so much I am afraid to fail,
dare declare my love precisely;
But she ought to choose what is best for me
because she knows that I shall be saved through her.
Guilhen de Peiteu, Molt jauzions mi prenc en amar
(183,8)
Thursday, 17 May 2018
My Foolish Heart
Interpreted by one of my favourites saxophonists, Scott Hamilton, from the album Ballad Essentials.
I absolutely recommend you the album and all his discograhpy, such an amazing man!
I absolutely recommend you the album and all his discograhpy, such an amazing man!
Анна Каренина (I)
[...] Among Seryozha’s favorite occupations was searching for his mother during his walks. He did not believe in death generally, and in her death in particular, in spite of what Lidia Ivanovna had told him and his father had confirmed, and it was just because of that, and after he had been told she was dead, that he had begun looking for her when out for a walk. Every woman of full, graceful figure with dark hair was his mother. At the sight of such a woman such a feeling of tenderness was stirred within him that his breath failed him, and tears came into his eyes. And he was on the tiptoe of expectation that she would come up to him, would lift her veil. All her face would be visible, she would smile, she would hug him, he would sniff her fragrance, feel the softness of her arms, and cry with happiness, just as he had one evening lain on her lap while she tickled him, and he laughed and bit her white, ringcovered fingers. Later, when he accidentally learned from his old nurse that his mother was not dead, and his father and Lidia Ivanovna had explained to him that she was dead to him because she was wicked (which he could not possibly believe, because he loved her), he went on seeking her and expecting her in the same way. That day in the public gardens there had been a lady in a lilac veil, whom he had watched with a throbbing heart, believing it to be she as she came towards them along the path. The lady had not come up to them, but had disappeared somewhere. That day, more intensely than ever, Seryozha felt a rush of love for her, and now, waiting for his father, he forgot everything, and cut all round the edge of the table with his penknife, staring straight before him with sparkling eyes and dreaming of her. [...]
L. TOLSTOY, Anna Karenina (1878)
Part V, Chapter XVII (pp. 665-666)
Tuesday, 15 May 2018
Pic of the day
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| Zoo de Barcelona |
It's been 3 years since I took this photo while I was doing external internship in the Zoo of Barcelona. Althought the beginning was pretty stressful (full of kids and the warmness of the summer), it was a nice experience.
Monday, 14 May 2018
Welcome!
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