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Morbid thought of the day

I can't help but find this beautiful:

Quando morro' lungo la terra mossa,
Non piantate il cipresso e la mortella,
Io la mia tomba non la voglio bella,
Ma giovevole altrui piu'che si possa...

Piantateci una vite. Il sui giocondo,
Il suo celeste grappolo spremuto,
diverra' vino ghiotto e rubicondo.
E cosi' benche' morto, il mio tributo
Ai vivi paghero', rendendo al mondo
Qualche goccia del vin che gli ho bevuto.


[When earth's disturbed upon my death
Plant not myrtle on my grave
Nor cyprus beauty will I have
But joyful use of mother earth.

Plant there a vine
Whose heavenly fruit, when squeezed
Yields ruby drops of wine.
Thus my tribute to the living,
I, though dead, can still repay
To the world my wine I'm giving.]

(written by someone named Olindo Guerrini. He was, of course, Italian.)

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eattheolives
Sep. 26th, 2003 11:08 am (UTC)
Ok, people, WHAT IS WITH the little smiley icon for "anxious"? That is NOT how I feel!
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eattheolives
Sep. 26th, 2003 11:36 am (UTC)
Well, morbid only in the beautiful Italian pessimistic sense. *grin*
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