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Mr. Anderson ha vinto l'ultima volta il 19 giugno 2017

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  • To expect the unexpected shows a thoroughly modern intellect.

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O Freunde, nicht diese Töne !
Sondern laßt uns angenehmere anstimmen
und freudenvollere !

 

Freude, schöner Götterfunken,
Tochter aus Elysium,
Wir betreten feuertrunken,
Himmlischer, Dein Heiligtum !
Deine Zauber binden wieder,
Was die Mode streng geteilt ;
Alle Menschen werden Brüder,
Wo Dein sanfter Flügel weilt.

 

Wem der große Wurf gelungen,
Eines Freundes Freund zu sein,
Wer ein holdes Weib errungen,
Mische seinen Jubel ein !
Ja, wer auch nur eine Seele
Sein nennt auf dem Erdenrund !
Und wer's nie gekonnt, der stehle
Weinend sich aus diesem Bund.

 

Freude trinken alle Wesen
An den Brüsten der Natur ;
Alle Guten, alle Bösen
                        Folgen ihrer Rosenspur.                                                         
Küsse gab sie uns und Reben,
Einen Freund, geprüft im Tod ;
Wollust ward dem Wurm gegeben,
Und der Cherub steht vor Gott !

 

Froh, wie seine Sonnen fliegen
Durch des Himmels prächt'gen Plan,
Laufet, Brüder, eure Bahn,
Freudig, wie ein Held zum Siegen.

 

Seid umschlungen, Millionen.
Diesen Kuß der ganzen Welt !
Brüder ! Über'm Sternenzelt
Muß ein lieber Vater wohnen.
Ihr stürzt nieder, Millionen ?
Ahnest Du den Schöpfer, Welt ?
Such'ihn über'm Sternenzelt !
Über Sternen muß er wohnen.

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Human progress isn't measured by industry.

It's measured by the value you place on a life—an unimportant life, a life without privilege.

The boy who died on the river—that boy's value is your value.

That's what defines an age, that's what defines a species.” 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Who am I?

Do you mean... Where I'm from?

What I one day might become?

What I do? What I've done?

What I dream?

Do you mean... What you see?

What I've seen?

What I fear?

Do you mean who I love?

Do you mean what I've lost?

Who am I?

I guess who I am is exactly the same as who you are.

Not better than.

Not less than.

Because there is no one who has ever been or will ever be exactly the same as either you or me."

 

 

 

 

 

 

φαίνεταί μοι κῆνος ἴσος θέοισιν
ἔμμεν' ὤνηρ ὄττις ἐνάντιός τοι
ἰσδάνει καὶ πλάσιον ἆδυ φωνεί-
σας ὐπακούει,

καὶ γελαίσας ἰμέροεν, τό μ' ἦ μὰν
καρδίαν ἐν στήθεσιν ἐπτόαισεν.
ὠς γὰρ ἔς σ' ἴδω βρόχε' ὤς με φώναι-
σ' οὐδ' ἒν ἔτ' εἴκει,

ἀλλὰ κὰμ μὲν γλῶσσα ἔαγε, λέπτον
δ' αὔτικα χρῷ πῦρ ὐπαδεδρόμηκεν,
ὀππάτεσσι δ' οὐδ' ἒν ὄρημμ', ἐπιρρόμ-
βεισι δ' ἄκουαι:

ἔκ δέ μ' ἴδρως κακχέεται, τρόμος δὲ
παῖσαν ἄγρει, χλωροτέρα δὲ ποίας
ἔμμι, τεθνάκην δ' ὀλίγω 'πιδεύης
φαίνομ' ἔμ' αὔτᾳ.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dies irae, dies illa,
Solvet saeclum in favilla,
Teste David cum Sibylla.
Quantus tremor est futurus,
Quando Judex est venturus,
Cuncta stricte discussurus!

 

 

Tuba mirum spargens sonum,
Per sepulchra regionum,
Coget omnes ante thronum.
Mors stupebit et natura
Cum resurget creatura,
ludicanti responsura.
Liber scriptus proferetur
in quo totum continetur,
Unde mundus judicetur.
Judex ergo cum sedebit
Quidquid latet apparebit.
Nil inultum remanebit.
Quid sum miser tunc dicturus?
Quem patronum rogaturus,
Cum vix justus sit securus?

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I'd like to share a revelation that I've had during my time here. It came to me when I tried to classify your species and I realized that you're not actually mammals. Every mammal on this planet instinctively develops a natural equilibrium with the surrounding environment but you humans do not. You move to an area and you multiply and multiply until every natural resource is consumed and the only way you can survive is to spread to another area. There is another organism on this planet that follows the same pattern. Do you know what it is? A virus. Human beings are a disease, a cancer of this planet. You're a plague and we are the cure."

 

 

 

 

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