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Yesterday - alone - you and me, sitting, In the night came when contemplate: Complainant and the Mansa viração meadow I kissed his face and fondle the breast; That pulsate in the distance as the sea ... And there in the sky these rubies ployed Shining unless you look alive!
With his hand on my, in quiet augusto, You scared me speak without lying, And the virgin that never reveals the passion, It passed me in dreams as well beautiful! Seeing tonight pure and beautiful as you, I told the stars - then the sky with it! He said to your eyes - give love to me!
In life we have many surprises, good, bad, unexpected ... We must be prepared to respond to each. Weep, laugh, do face, jump, dance, sing, run, alive. Do not be afraid to live and be happy!
There are moments in life, which may appear fools, they may appear to you in common now, but one day you can look at offers and says, that was the happiest day of my life. "until now." So cherish every moment in life, as if it were unique and special, with a special person.
Not to seek happiness far, it may be closer than you think! Try just be happy, do what will give, no matter what others say about you, but try not to say anything about the others. Do not make to the next what does not want for yourself.
Victor Hugo
I wish you love first,
And that loving, is also beloved.
And that if not, is soon to forget.
And that forgetting, not save sorrow.
I therefore hope that is not well
But if so, be aware not despair
I also hope you have friends
That even poor and inconsequential
Be brave and faithful
And that at least one of them
You can trust without doubt
And because life is so
I wish you still have enemies
Not many, or few
But the exact extent to which
Sometimes you shouted
In respect of its own certainties.
And who among them
There is at least one that is fair
Desire then you are useful
But not irreplaceable
And that in bad times
When there's nothing more
This utility is sufficient
To keep you up.
What I also want you to be tolerant
Not with those little mistakes
Because it is easy
But with those mistakes a lot and irretrievably
And that making good use of tolerance
You will serve as an example to others
I want you, being young,
Not matures too quickly
And that is mature
Do not insist rejuvenate
And that being old
Do not pay to despair
Because each age has its pleasure and its pain
I would sign, you are sad
Not all year, but only a day
But on that day that
Discovering that the daily laughter is good
The laughter is usually dry
And the constant laughter is insane.
I want you to discover
With the maximum of urgency
Above and about everything
That there are oppressed, wronged and unfortunate
And they are right around you
I also wish to
You caress a cat, feed a cuckoo
And listen to us-of-clay
Building your triumphant matin
Because that way you will feel good about anything
I also hope
You plant a seed, for minors who are
And keep up its growth
To let you know
How many many lives is a tree
I would, instead, you have money
Because we must be practical
And at least once a year
Put a little in front of him and say:
"This is my"
Just to make it clear
Who is the owner of whom
I also hope
That none of their affections die
For them and for you
But that is dying
You can cry without regret
And suffer without blame
I wish finally
You are man, has a good woman
And that being female, have a good man
What is love today, tomorrow and the day following
And when they are exhausted and smiling
There is still love you again
And if all this happens
I have nothing more to wish you.
Victor Hugo
The man is the highest of all creatures;
The woman is the highest of ideals.
The man is the brain;
The woman is the heart.
The brain produces the light;
The heart, LOVE.
The light fruitful, love life.
The man is strong reason;
The woman is invincible by tears.
The reason convincing, tears touched.
The man is capable of all heroism;
The woman, of all martyrdom.
The heroism enobrece, the martyrdom sublime.
Man is a code;
The woman is a gospel.
The code fixes, improves the gospel.
The man is a temple, the woman is the tabernacle.
First discovered in the temple;
In kneeling before the tabernacle.
The man thinks, the dream woman.
Thinking is Tuesday, the skull, a larva;
Dream is to have in the forehead, a halo.
The man is an ocean, the woman is a lake.
The ocean is the pearl that adorns;
The lake, the poetry which dazzle.
The man is the eagle that flies;
The woman is the nightingale that sings.
Flying is dominating the space;
Singing is to win souls.
Finally, the man is placed where the land ends;
The woman, where the sky begins.
Victor Hugo
Museum and former home of Victor HugoThe people of Guernsey erected a statue in Candie Gardens to commemorate his stay in the islands. The City of Paris has preserved his residences Hauteville House, Guernsey and 6, Place des Vosges, Paris as museums. The house where he stayed in Vianden, Luxembourg, in 1871 has also become a commemorative museum.
Hugo is venerated as a saint in the Vietnamese religion of Cao Dai.
The Avenue Victor-Hugo in the XVIème arrondissement of Paris bears Hugo's name, and links the Place de l'Étoile to the vicinity of the Bois de Boulogne by way of the Place Victor-Hugo. This square is served by a Paris Métro stop also named in his honor. A number of streets and avenues throughout France are likewise named after him.
The school Lycée Victor Hugo in his town of birth, Besançon in France.
Avenue Victor-Hugo, located in Shawinigan, Quebec, Canada, was named to honor him.
In the city of Avellino, Italy, Victor Hugo lived briefly stayed in what is now known as Il Palazzo Culturale, when reuniting with his father, Leopold Sigisbert Hugo, in 1808. Victor would later write about his brief stay here quoting "C’était un palais de marbre...".
Many are not aware that Hugo was almost as prolific in the visual arts as he was in literature, producing more than 4,000 drawings in his lifetime. Originally pursued as a casual hobby, drawing became more important to Hugo shortly before his exile, when he made the decision to stop writing in order to devote himself to politics. Drawing became his exclusive creative outlet during the period 1848-1851.
Hugo worked only on paper, and on a small scale; usually in dark brown or black pen-and-ink wash, sometimes with touches of white, and rarely with color. The surviving drawings are surprisingly accomplished and "modern" in their style and execution, foreshadowing the experimental techniques of Surrealism and Abstract Expressionism.
He would not hesitate to use his children's stencils, ink blots, puddles and stains, lace impressions, "pliage" or folding (i.e. Rorschach blots), "grattage" or rubbing, often using the charcoal from match sticks or his fingers instead of pen or brush. Sometimes he would even toss in coffee or soot to get the effects he wanted. It is reported that Hugo often drew with his left hand or without looking at the page, or during Spiritualist séances, in order to access his unconscious mind, a concept only later popularized by Sigmund Freud.Hugo kept his artwork out of the public eye, fearing it would overshadow his literary work. However, he enjoyed sharing his drawings with his family and friends, often in the form of ornately handmade calling cards, many of which were given as gifts to visitors when he was in political exile. Some of his work was shown to, and appreciated by, contemporary artists such as Van Gogh and Delacroix; the latter expressed the opinion that if Hugo had decided to become a painter instead of a writer, he would have outshone the artists of their century.
