Fable is a literary genre. A fable is a succinct fictional story, in prose or verse, that features animals, mythical creatures, plants, inanimate objects or forces of nature which are anthropomorphized (given human qualities such as verbal communication), and that illustrates or leads to an interpretation of a moral lesson (a "moral"), which may at the end be added explicitly in a pithy maxim.
A fable differs from a parable in that the latter excludes animals, plants, inanimate objects, and forces of nature as actors that assume speech and other powers of humankind.
Usage has not always been so clearly distinguished. In the King James Version of the New Testament, "μύθος" ("mythos") was rendered by the translators as "fable" in First and Second Timothy, in Titus and in First Peter.
The fable is one of the most enduring forms of folk literature, spread abroad, modern researchers agree, less by literary anthologies than by oral transmission. Fables can be found in the literature of almost every country.
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Stopping Before We Go is a modern day story of a series of strangers who interact while waiting for their delayed bus. While at first the three independent couplings may seem like they wouldn't talk with one another, something sparks a conversation between all of them and they find themselves immersed in discussions that help guide a future thought or decision in their life. It's a story about how a complete stranger can sometimes be the greatest friend and advice giver at a moment in time when our lives may unknowingly need it the most and how that moment can be completely unexpected, yet remembered forever.
Do we ever appreciate life?
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A very little story about a very big heart. Or how a girl called Fable fell in love with a boy called Jack. And how the strangest thing about Fable isn't her name. The really strange part is her secret. She can do something very special. But is she the only one?
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Based on a true story, set in the present time in New York City, this is the compelling and dramatic journey of B-boy Sir-swift, a rising star in the b-boy community who dreams of making it rich at all costs - even his life, to move his poverty stricken family out of the ghetto of New York City's Washington Heights. Growing up poor, without a father and exposed to sex and violence Frankie encounters conflicts and drama in every direction, especially from his own family, friends, crew, manager and lovers. Will Sir swift achieve his dream and save his loved ones? The odds are against him. Especially when he doesn't have anyone he can trust to turn to.
Live Life At Full Volume.
(M. Luberti - R. Cocciante)
Un sorriso di pi?
O una lacrima in pi?
Mentre il tempo vola
Prima il bene e poi il male
Poi lo zucchero e il sale
Seccano la gola.
Carnevale
E comincia cosi la mia recita
Salto fuori di questa mia scatola
E la mia faccia ride gi?.
Carnevale
Baster? che io suoni un'armonica
Per riempire ogni cosa di musica
E tutto quando passer?.
Oggi? festa se vuoi per consolarci
E festa se vuoi per aiutarci a cambiare la realt?.
Un giorno di pi?
E anche un giorno di meno
Perch? il tempo vola
Il silenzio fa male
Ma anche troppe parole
Seccano la gola.
Carnevale
Se la vita mi sembra un po' stupida
Tolgo un asso da questa mia manica
E tutto quanto cambier?.
Carnevale
Se ogni giorno mi sembra pi? inutile
Ballo fino a stancarmi anche l'anima
Che poi domani si vedr?.
Oggi? festa se vuoi per consolarci
? festa se vuoi per aiutarci a cambiare la realt?.
Carnevale
Per ognuno di noi c'? una maschera
Se nasconde un sorriso o una lacrima
Io non lo dico ma lo so
Landed in this place
Tried to make this island more like home
But there are some things better left behind
We came here on a plane
Just a bunch of little boys
Ohoh, oohh, ooo
Dance around the fire
Then we strike him down
Never going home, not really
We'll take this island everywhere we go
We came here on a plane
Just a bunch of little boys
Ohoh, oohh, ooo
Dance around the fire
Then we strike him down
We'll burn the island down
Kill the pig, pig, kill the pig pig
Kill the pig, pig
We came here on a plane
Just a bunch of little boys
Ohoh, oohh, ooo
Dropped a boulder on his brain
You can never take it back
Ohoh, oohh, ooo
Dance around the fire
(I see the world in a swirl of hues)
Then we strike him down
We'll burn the island down
Kill the pig, pig, kill the pig pig
sunshine visits our new now world
dogcatchers clockout counterfeiters pray
pilgrams stranded on an asphalt artery
without black fluid or a power source
caught chicken pox with measles on a breeze
some call him history
purchased printed slips to a nightmare
our hostess strips on a donkey's back
where every paths unfinished bridges
now all our rubber's growing flat
we're looking searching for the witness
on a deal where they bartered over aversion
any descriptions or whereabouts
of a character dressed in grey
spill these words big payoff!
and for his habit a statue made of hay
winning draws a reward humanity gets saved
purchased printed slips to a nightmare
our hostess strips on a donkey's back
where every paths unfinished bridges
now all our rubber's growing flat
well timed frauds want to know who's stomping
on their toys in their empirical playpen
where'd they stash the virgins?
you know it doesn't matter
if there's a silver lining
so what's the difference?
if you havn't washed behind your ears
shadow length leeches need their cut of the world
as clumsy martyrs fall over potholes
lining sidewalks to an early grave
feminist pillhead crosses her legs
with a dozen extra large a a a eggs
unfolds a map set in her lap to a grimy universe
lavender ledge silhouetted horizon
nut museum's dining then dashing
as roses growing backwards
as i gaze down at the feeding site
i'm a helpless romantic sunk neck deep in quicksand
[Margaret]
You can look in the forest
For a secret field
For a golden arrow
For a prince to appear
For a fable of love that will last forever
You can look in the rooms
For a wishing well
For a magic apple
For a
For a fable of love that will carry you
To a moon
On a hill
To a hidden stream
Silhouette
Sail away from time forever
To a valley beyond the setting sun
Where waters shine and horses run
Where there's a man who looks for you
But while you look you are chained turning
You're a well of wishes
You're a fallen apple
No!
No!
Love's a fake
Love's a fable
Just a painting
On a ceiling
Just a children's fairy tale
Still you have to look
And look (x8)
Through the eyes
On a bridge in the pouring rain
Not the eyes but the part you can't explain
For the arms you can fall into forever
For the joy that you thought you'd never know
For here at last away you go
To a man who looks for you
Can you find in the world
In the wide, wide world
That someone sees
That someone loves you
Love
Love
Love if you can now, my Clara
Love if you can
And be loved
May it last forever
(speaking)
Clara
(singing)
The light in the piazza
I see her eyes staring straight at me(What do they see?)
A broken heart, so what does that mean?
(What does that mean)
I see she's crying, I see she's lying
It seems so long ago you were playing the fool
Losing your ego, not knowing what to do
I see she's crying and now you're looking to me
What can you see when your head's to the ground?
Looking to the sky and your mind is spinning round
And I know what you've done
Can't seem to understand
What went wrong with your perfect plan?
I can't I want to
Not sure if I got to
Let you in to this high school fable
What was so important that it couldn't wait?
The phone was ringing and I couldn't get a date
I finally found you, but it was too late
I can see you, I just can't hear what you're saying
And I know what you've done
Can't seem to understand
What went wrong with your perfect plan?
I can't I want to
Not sure if I got to
sunshine visits our new now world dogcatchers clockout counterfeiters pray pilgrams stranded on an asphalt artery without black fluid or a power source caught chicken pox with measles on a breeze some call him history purchased printed slips to a nightmare our hostess strips on a donkey's back where every paths unfinished bridges now all our rubber's growing flat we're looking searching for the witness on a deal where they bartered over aversion any descriptions or whereabouts of a character dressed in grey spill these words big payoff! and for his habit a statue made of hay winning draws a reward humanity gets saved purchased printed slips to a nightmare our hostess strips on a donkey's back where every paths unfinished bridges now all our rubber's growing flat well timed frauds want to know who's stomping on their toys in their empirical playpen where'd they stash the virgins? you know it doesn't matter if there's a silver lining so what's the difference? if you havn't washed behind your ears shadow length leeches need their cut of the world as clumsy martyrs fall over potholes lining sidewalks to an early grave feminist pillhead crosses her legs with a dozen extra large a a a eggs unfolds a map set in her lap to a grimy universe lavender ledge silhouetted horizon nut museum's dining then dashing as roses growing backwards as i gaze down at the feeding site i'm a helpless romantic sunk neck deep in quicksand i'll keep reaching with magnetic eyes