Date: 1998/04/28 22.33
From: "Fenice di Distruzione" <fenice@mailcity.com>
To: PathosNET@telemaco.telemaco.it
"So when the new-born Phoenix first is seen
Her feathered subjects all adore their queen,
And while she makes her progress through the East,
from every grove her numerous train 's increased;
Each poet of the air her glory sings,
And round him the pleased audience clap their wings."
By Dryden
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Io sono la fautrice di nascita.
Io sono il fautore di morte.
Io sono la portatrice di mutamento.
Io sono il portatore di chaos.
Io sono la creatrice di rinnovamento.
Io sono il creatore di decadenza.
Io incarno il Principio.
Io incarno la Fine.
Noi siamo l'Araldo di Distruzione.
Noi siamo... FENICE!
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"...Down thither, prone in flight
He speeds, and through the vast ethereal sky
Sails between worlds and worlds, with steady wing,
Now on the polar winds, then with quick fan
Winnows the buxom air; till within soar
Of towering eagles, to all the fowls he seems
A Phoenix, gazed by all; as that sole bird
When, to enshrine his relics in the sun's
Bright temple, to Egyptian Thebes he flies."
"Paradise Lost" - Milton
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