Thursday 1 January 2015

Pidato Adolf Hitler ( Versi English )

A Contaminated Moral Environment
(Vaclav Havel)

We live in a contaminated moral environment. We fell morally it because we are used to saying something different from what we think. We learned not to believe anything, ignore each other, and selfish. Concepts such as love, friendship, compassion, humility Hatai, and willingness to forgive has lost its meaning and dimensions. For some concepts that sounds weird, like a letter to wrong address from the past, a little ridiculous in the era of computers and the spacecraft is. Few of us are able to shout loudly that the powers that be should be limited, and that the special farms that produce organic food and high quality, the results should give priority to schools, children's homes, and hospitals, if we are not able to farm provide for all. Former regime armed with an ideology that arrogant and intolerant, already humbled human being only as a force of production, and consider nature as a mere instrument of production. This is where their nature and interrelationship between nature and humans destroyed. Human dignity that is full of talent and Otononom been debased. Originally they were working full-creations in their own country, but then became just a bunch of nuts and made ​​from a giant machine that is noisy and smelly, the machine is no longer true meaning is clear to everyone. The machine works more slowly and will surely wear out, as well as nuts and bolts.



When I talk about the contaminated moral
 atmosphere, I am not just talking about the great people who eat organic vegetables and never out of the airplane window. I'm talking about all of us. We are used to the totalitarian system and accepted it as a fact that can not be changed so that we preserve it. In other words, in different levels, we are all responsible for the operation of the totalitarian machinery. We are all not the only victims: we also become supporters.
Why do I say this? It makes no sense to look at the sad heritage of the past 40 years as something alien, which is inherited by our distant relatives. Instead, we have to accept this legacy as a sin we do to ourselves. If we can think of it like that, we will understand that it is up to us, and only us, to take action. We can not blame the previous leaders of all kinds, not only because it is wrong, but also would blunt the duty that we face today, namely the obligation to act independently, freely, reasonable, and fast. Make no mistake: the best government in the world, the best parliament and the president of the most powerful though, could not do much alone. It is wrong to expect only from their healing. Freedom and democracy include participation and therefore responsibility on us all.




'We are all responsible for the operation of the totalitarian machinery'




If we realize this, all the horror that the new Czechoslovak democracy inherited will not seem so daunting. If we know it, in hopes of returning to infiltrate into our hearts.




.... In conclusion, I want to be president of a little talk and a lot of work. Being president is not only going to look out of the window of an airplane, but most importantly, will always be present in the midst of people and listened to their voices well.




You may ask what kind of republic I dream of. Let me reply: I dream of a republic independent, free, and democratic; republic economically prosperous, and socially equitable. In short, a humane republic that serves all people, as well as the expectation that each individual store will also support it. I crave a republic consisting of people who are knowledgeable, because without them it is impossible all kinds of humanitarian issues, economic, ecological, social, or political can be resolved ....




My esteemed predecessor often opened his first speech with a quote from a prominent educator Republic, Comenius. Let me complete my first speech with a paraphrase of the same statement:


People all, government has returned to you!

Puisi dalam Bahasa Inggris



S I L E N T I U M    A M O R I S
(  T h e  S i l e n c e  o f  L o v e  )
Oscar Wilde – 1881 ~~~
As often-times the too resplendent sun
Hurries the pallid and reluctant moon
Back to her sombre cave, ere she hath won
A single ballad from the nightingale,
So doth thy Beauty make my lips to fail,
And all my sweetest singing out of tune.
And as at dawn across the level mead
On wings impetuous some wind will come,
And with its too harsh kisses break the reed
Which was its only instrument of song,
So my too stormy passions work me wrong,
And for excess of Love my Love is dumb.
But surely unto Thee mine eyes did show
Why I am silent, and my lute unstrung;
Else it were better we should part, and go,
Thou to some lips of sweeter melody,
And I to nurse the barren memory
Of unkissed kisses, and songs never sung.







A Madrigal
By : william shakespeare
Crabbed Age and Youth
Cannot live together
Youth is full of pleasance,
Age is full of care;
Youth like summer morn,
Age like winter weather;
Youth like summer brave,
Age like winter bare:
Youth is full of sports,
Age's breath is short,
Youth is nimble, Age is lame:
Youth is hot and bold,
Age is weak and cold,
Youth is wild, and Age is tame:-
Age, I do abhor thee;
Youth, I do adore thee;
O! my Love, my Love is young!
Age, I do defy thee-
O sweet shepherd, hie thee,
For methinks thou stay'st too long.


















Bridal Song
ROSES, their sharp spines being gone, 
Not royal in their smells alone, 
 But in their hue; 
Maiden pinks, of odour faint, 
Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint, 
 And sweet thyme true; 

Primrose, firstborn child of Ver;
Merry springtime's harbinger,
With her bells dim;
Oxlips in their cradles growing,
Marigolds on death-beds blowing,
Larks'-heels trim;

All dear Nature's children sweet 
Lie 'fore bride and bridegroom's feet, 
   Blessing their sense! 
Not an angel of the air, 
Bird melodious or bird fair, 
   Be absent hence! 

The crow, the slanderous cuckoo, nor
The boding raven, nor chough hoar,
Nor chattering pye,
May on our bride-house perch or sing,
Or with them any discord bring,
But from it fly!

Created By : William Shakespeare