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Eco and Narcissus. What you search for is nowhere: tourning away,what you love is lost! What you perceive is the shadow of reflected from: nothing of you is in it.It comes and stay with you, And leaves with you,if you can leave! Quod petis, est nusquam; quod amas, avertere, perdes!
What you search for is nowhere: tourning away,what you love is lost!
What you perceive is the shadow of reflected from:
nothing of you is in it.It comes and stay with you,
And leaves with you,if you can leave!
Quod petis, est nusquam; quod amas, avertere, perdes!
Ista repercussae, quam cernis, imaginis umbra est:
nil habet ista sui: tecum venitque manetque,
tecum discedet, si tu discedere possis.
The myth of Narcissus who is in the Metamorphoses of Ovid lends itself to an analysis of psychological type whose theme is "love itself. "The story deals with Narcissus, a beautiful young appearance, which sees himself in one source and he falls in love with that. He wants his image reflected to kiss and ugg but when he realizes that he can’t do that he suffers a lot until died.
Don’t fall in love with yourself, direct your love toward someone real, unless we are loved, we fade to nothingness.
The love for Narcissus is synonymous with weakness and vulnerability, because it leads to discover and be subject to disappointment of those who inhabit the subjectivity that surrounds, but they are not in it.
Author: Salvador Dalì
Medium: oil on canvas
Location: Tate Gallery of
Medium: oil on canvans
Size: 1.5x3 m
'But was Narcissus beautiful?' said the pool. 'Who should know that better than you?' answered the Oreads. 'Us did he ever pass by, but you he sought for, and would lie on your banks and look down at you, and in the mirror of your waters he would mirror his own beauty.' And the pool answered, 'But I loved Narcissus because, as he lay on my banks and looked down at me, in the mirror of his eyes I saw ever my own beauty mirrored.'
By Oscar Wilde,The Disciple
Pier Paolo Pasolini
On the walls of Venus's temple The tale of Narcissus and Echo A beautiful young nymph Sentenced to repeat The last words of the others Never to talk first She fell in love with Narcissus And followed him longing to speak He said "Who is here" and she replied "Here" He called for her saying "Come" She just replied "Come" As none came near, Narcissus Called her again "Why do you shun me" She could only say the same ……
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