chi si ricorda Jean Moureau che cantava nel film Querelle de Brest questa struggente canzone tratta da Oscar Wilde?http://www.cinemagay.it/immagini/1976-1-querelle.jpg...Yet all man kill the thing they love, By all let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, Some do it with a flattering word, The coward does ist with a kiss, The brave man with a sword! Some kill their love when they are young, And some when they are old; Some strangle with the hands of Lust, Some with the hands of Gold: The kindest use a knife, because The dead so soon grow cold. Some love too little, some too long, Some sell, and others buy; Some do the deed with many tears, And some without a sigh: For each man kills the thing he loves, Yet each man does not die. .....Ah! happy they whose hearts can break And peace of pardon win! How else may man make straight his plan And cleanse his soul from Sin? How else but through a broken heart May Lord Christ enter in? .....And there, till Christ call forth the dead, In silence let her lie: No need to waste the foolish tear, Or have the windy sigh: For she had killed the thing she loved, And so she had to die!!! THE BALLAD OF READING GAOL by Oscar Wilde
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chi si ricorda Jean Moureau che cantava nel film Querelle de Brest questa struggente canzone tratta da Oscar Wilde?http://www.cinemagay.it/immagini/1976-1-querelle.jpg...Yet all man kill the thing they love, By all let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, Some do it with a flattering word, The coward does ist with a kiss, The brave man with a sword! Some kill their love when they are young, And some when they are old; Some strangle with the hands of Lust, Some with the hands of Gold: The kindest use a knife, because The dead so soon grow cold. Some love too little, some too long, Some sell, and others buy; Some do the deed with many tears, And some without a sigh: For each man kills the thing he loves, Yet each man does not die. .....Ah! happy they whose hearts can break And peace of pardon win! How else may man make straight his plan And cleanse his soul from Sin? How else but through a broken heart May Lord Christ enter in? .....And there, till Christ call forth the dead, In silence let her lie: No need to waste the foolish tear, Or have the windy sigh: For she had killed the thing she loved, And so she had to die!!! THE BALLAD OF READING GAOL by Oscar Wilde
