Leonardo
Joined: 09 May 2006
Posts: 1940
Location: Italy
Bene, si comincia.
Ecco il testo originale in inglese (fonte DPWR) (Qui la versione italiana)
Ecco il testo originale in inglese (fonte DPWR) (Qui la versione italiana)
- ] Revere the Maker; cherish the made.
- ] Here lies wisdom.
- ]
- ] The door lies at the end of the path.
- ] Who will gather? Many.
- ] Who will finish? Few.
- ]
- ] The grower will take time.
- ] The grower will bring light.
- ] The grower will have Ages.
- ] Take it, and more it to and fro.
- ] Bring light, and give it to the dark places.
- ] Have Ages, and link to them without bindings.
- ]
- ] Loud cries yet again.
- ] Can it be made? No.
- ] We mourn our loss.
- ] No one sees.
- ]
- ] In the rock where changes are found.
- ] Because of tunnels D’ni has changed forever.
- ] New events surround us,
- ] Awaiting our arrival.
- ]
- ] The path to the left or right?
- ] That is the only power of man.
- ]
- ] The grower leads in the dark,
- ] While the deceiver flails in the light.
- ] The grower raises truth in the absence of eyes,
- ] While the deceiver blesses them in clear view of many.
- ] Without the grower, those who are like the grower would never learn.
- ] Without the grower, the name known by all would not have existed.
- ]
- ] Knowing the least is the path of wisdom.
- ] A sweet aroma rising up.
- ] Kings and prophets, the proud ones have the stench of death.
- ] The passing of time brings the path to the gathered.
- ] A breach has been cut, and now the paths are joined.
- ] The giving of gifts heals the wound of the builder.
- ]
- ] In cages they weep,
- ] Time and again.
- ] But without their tears,
- ] Truth remains hidden.
- ]
- ] Your cry is your call.
- ] If no one will hear them, weep for us.
- ]
- ] The choices of the wise bring pleasure to the Maker.
- ] The meeting of worlds is death and life.
- ]
- ] They count years and months.
- ] A long week is as short as an age is long.
- ]
- ] There is noise where once there was silence;
- ] Light where once there was not.
- ] Stone stands tall,
- ] And rock falls down.
- ] And they are watched;
- ] Always.
- ] Not knowing.
- ] Silence will return.
- ] Light will fade.
- ] Stone will fall.
- ] Rock will grow,
- ] Again.
- ]
- ] From the shadow of the wound, history will be rewritten.
- ] The disease will spread until D’ni cannot be saved.
- ]
- ] Seven they are,
- ] Though little do they realize
- ] Only four is seen as they see.
- ] For seven is one,
- ] And one is seven.
- ]
- ] Writing of links is a gift to be cherished.
- ]
- ] Where are our people?
- ] Who are our people?
- ] What are our people?
- ] Cry those who die on the streets.
- ]
- ] The crumbling of the walls will come from within.
- ] The stories of the destroyer will be the start of the burden.
- ] The burdened one will come from outside.
- ] The burden of the remnant will be laid upon his shoulders.
- ] Be still and the path will be made known.
- ]
- ] What will grow?
- ] The tree of all things.
- ] Who will grow it?
- ] The grower.
- ]
- ] Pages burn.
- ] Ink spills.
- ] Is there no one to protect us?
- ] When we turn against ourselves.
- ]
- ] Books will be your stronghold, and then you will die.
- ] The destroyer will cut down this great tree of wickedness?
- ] Another place will be their refuge,
- ] Another place will be their home.
- ] Dance and celebrate, for the tree grows again.
- ]
- ] Seven nameless abused;
- ] Six called abused;
- ] Five sent away;
- ] Four sell to three;
- ] Three excepted without eighteen;
- ] Two one of eight;
- ] One wear color and hold paper.
- ]
- ] Poison fills the hearts of many;
- ] New air enters some.
- ] Believe.
- ]
- ] The scream you hear has no breath.
- ] Old ways are kept just to test.
- ]
- ] Curses reign upon the others;
- ] From the lips of the proud.
- ] Eyes are removed,
- ] Yet sight is restored.
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