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Ur Vincis ide väcktes tidernas universalgeni Med pensel i handen, men paletten i sinnets sal Studerade allt fran faglars lyftkraft till vattnets rörelseenergi, En fackelbärare av renässansens människoideal Varje penseldrag vägdes pa guldvag, Landskap efter landskap manades fram Men även missnöjet i hans kritiska hag Förgrenades fran denna stam Han smakade kunskapstörsten som lag begraven, En torka som ej kunde släckas av världshaven Hans tankar växte sig höga likt tinnar och torn, I konstnärlig anarki, I experimenterande alkemi, För att stiga med vingat maskineri Högt over tinnar och torn Naturen var livets encyklopedi, Dess bilder befäste hans teser Fran mekanik till organisk anatomi, Landet emellan? Genialiska synteser! Studier i konst och arkitektur Optic, geologi och botanikens hela ätt Men perfektionen blev till sist en bur, Och han kunde ej ens färdigställa ett enda porträtt Ty nyfikenhet var hela hans vision Och finna outforskade grenar Att färdigställa var att avsluta sin progression, Och sälla sig till statiska stenar [English translation:] THE PERFECTIONIST From the den of Vinci the greatest polymath of all time was awoken With a brush in the hand, but the palette in the hall of mind Studied everything from the lift force of birds to the kinetic energy of water, A torch bearer of the Renaissance's human ideals Every brushstroke was weighed on golden scales, Landscape after landscape was urge forth But also the dissatisfaction in his critical mind Was branched off from this stem He tasted the thirst for knowledge which lay buried, A drought which could not be quenched by the oceans His thoughts grew high like pinnacles and towers, In artistic anarchy, In experimenting alchemy, To rise with winged machinery High over pinnacles and towers Nature was Life's encyclopedia, Its images proved his thesises From mechanics to organic chemistry The land in between? Brilliant synthesises! Studies in art and architecture Optics, geology and the whole family of botany But the perfectionism eventually became a cage, And he could not even complete a single portrait For curiosity was his whole vision And to find unexplored branches To complete was to finish his progression, And to join static stones Смотрите также:
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From Vincis all time was awoken polymath
With brush in hand, but the palette in the hall of mind
Studied everything from the lift force of birds to the water
kinetic energy ,
A torchbearer of Renaissance human ideals
Every brushstroke weighed on golden scales ,
Landscape after landscape urge forth
But discontent in his critical mind
Branched off from this tribe
He tasted thirst for knowledge which lay buried,
A drought that could not be quenched by the oceans
His thoughts grew high like towers and pinnacles ,
In artistic anarchy
In experimenting Alchemy ,
To rise with winged machinery
High over the battlements and towers
Nature was Life encyclopedia
Its images proved his propositions
From mechanics to organic chemistry
Land in between? Ingenious syntheses !
Studied art and architecture
Optics, geology and the whole family of botany
But perfectionism eventually became a cage;
And he could not even complete a single portrait
For curiosity was his whole vision
And find unexplored branches
To complete was to finish his progression ,
And join static stones
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THE perfectionist
From the the of Vinci, the greatest polymath of all time was awoken
With a brush in the hand , but the palette in the hall of mind
Studied everything from the lift force of birds to the kinetic energy of water ,
A torch bearer of the Renaissance 's human ideals
Every brushstroke was weighed on golden scales ,
Landscape after landscape was urge Forth
But overpriced the dissatisfaction in his critical mind
Was branched off from this stem
He tasted the thirst for knowledge Which lay buried ;
A drought whichcould not be quenched by the oceans
His thoughts grew high like pinnacles and towers,
In artistic anarchy ,
In experimenting alchemy ,
To rise with winged machinery
High over pinnacles and towers
Nature was Life 's encyclopedia ;
Its images Proved his thesises
From mechanics to organic chemistry
The land in between ? Brilliant synthesises !
Studies in Art and architecture
Optics , Geology and the whole family of botany
But the perfectionism Eventually Became a cage ,
And he could not even complete a single portrait
For curiosity was his whole vision
And to find unexplored branches
To complete was to finish his progression;
And to join the static stones
