PP show by  ViliTHE ORATION ON LOVE 
If you love each other with love which flourishes in loneliness, fed with distance, which has been made of dream more than of will, even after parting, if ever led to instance to encounter, you will tremble with thrill. 
You who love each other with the hermits' grace, in fright of the sinful desire, you who break your wings as a bird against its cage, you will remember each other's face. Even after parting your subdued longings are not to expire. 
If you cannot sleep because od her and at midnight, awake, through your garden you stroll with no peace, if you are being harassed by crazy yearning ardent, from the remembrance of her you'll never have release. 
Those who we play with around the bonfire, still dreading to touch the flame, those who we walk with along the abyss nonembraced and silent, those ones we will remember long, even if we love some others after. 
Music: Armik - Romantic Dreams
If you wish her beyond the bourn, and still you sit voiceless by her side listening to a fairy-tale arising in you two, similar to a morn, you'll remember her even when the winter spreads its white all wide. 
If you believe, sitting beside her, that love is a dandelion's seed which may be knocked off by a touch, if you love the dream and the child in her heart, if you feal empty and deaf without her indeed, the thought of her will be waking you up even after you depart. 
Forever we remember really these with whom we never caressed, whose lips remained unknown to us, to whom we were writing a letter only at spring, in reveries. 
Those ones who cannot converge like rivers, who have no binding vein for floods of fervent blood to roar, and still their hearts are calling like insane, those will not forget each other even when their souls are hoar. 
If love is for you the knife in your heart, and to pull it out you dread, as you will die that very moment, he will remember you, he will recall you even on his dying bed. 
Those ones who make us feel our own hearts as a wound, but the wound that is only worth living, in our memory they rebound even after we fall in love with others - and then we feel woeful, like we deserve not forgiving.Poem  by DesankaMaksimovic 
Thanks   for  text  of  our  friend  Anny _B!
Created  by  Viliwww.slideshare.net/vili48
For  my  friend Anny_B  with  love

The Oration On Love...

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    PP show by ViliTHE ORATION ON LOVE 
  • 2.
    If you loveeach other with love which flourishes in loneliness, fed with distance, which has been made of dream more than of will, even after parting, if ever led to instance to encounter, you will tremble with thrill. 
  • 4.
    You who loveeach other with the hermits' grace, in fright of the sinful desire, you who break your wings as a bird against its cage, you will remember each other's face. Even after parting your subdued longings are not to expire. 
  • 6.
    If you cannotsleep because od her and at midnight, awake, through your garden you stroll with no peace, if you are being harassed by crazy yearning ardent, from the remembrance of her you'll never have release. 
  • 8.
    Those who weplay with around the bonfire, still dreading to touch the flame, those who we walk with along the abyss nonembraced and silent, those ones we will remember long, even if we love some others after. 
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    Music: Armik -Romantic Dreams
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    If you wishher beyond the bourn, and still you sit voiceless by her side listening to a fairy-tale arising in you two, similar to a morn, you'll remember her even when the winter spreads its white all wide. 
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    If you believe,sitting beside her, that love is a dandelion's seed which may be knocked off by a touch, if you love the dream and the child in her heart, if you feal empty and deaf without her indeed, the thought of her will be waking you up even after you depart. 
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    Forever we rememberreally these with whom we never caressed, whose lips remained unknown to us, to whom we were writing a letter only at spring, in reveries. 
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    Those ones whocannot converge like rivers, who have no binding vein for floods of fervent blood to roar, and still their hearts are calling like insane, those will not forget each other even when their souls are hoar. 
  • 18.
    If love isfor you the knife in your heart, and to pull it out you dread, as you will die that very moment, he will remember you, he will recall you even on his dying bed. 
  • 20.
    Those ones whomake us feel our own hearts as a wound, but the wound that is only worth living, in our memory they rebound even after we fall in love with others - and then we feel woeful, like we deserve not forgiving.Poem by DesankaMaksimovic 
  • 22.
    Thanks for text of our friend Anny _B!
  • 23.
    Created by Viliwww.slideshare.net/vili48
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    For my friend Anny_B with love