Leafing through books of high school ... 
The ancients certainly were wiser than us ... could explain a lot with charming stories, fanciful, magical ... Some works give you a lesson in life without you realizing it!
Unlike most of us get to know the human folly and warned their listeners (these works were read privately by individuals, but recited by slaves for the rich owners ).... ..
If you want to read this text, it means a lot to me .... tells the tragic death of the young Narcissus.
Here the boy, exhausted from the fatigue of hunting and heat,
was to lie down, attracted by the beauty of the place and the source, but
while trying to quench thirst, the thirst comes another:
kidnapped in asking to drink from the image he sees reflected
enamored of a chimera: body believes what only a shadow.
fixed astonished himself and unable to take his eyes off
remains petrified like a statue carved in marble of Paros.
lying on the ground, covers those two stars that are his eyes, his hair
worthy of Bacchus, even worthy of Apollo,
and smooth cheeks, the ivory neck, the beauty
mouth, suffused with pink on the snow-white candor, and all admire
is what makes him great.
want, ignorance, himself, a lover and love object, while
desire, you desire, and all lights and burns. How many times
launches useless kisses to the fiction of the source!
How often immersed in water
to throw her arms around his neck and he sees that the water does not grasp!
Ignore what he sees, but what he sees
and inflames the illusion that deceives excites his eyes.
naive to t'illudi to grasp fleeting image?
what we yearn for exists, but what you love, if you turn, you lose it!
That is not who sees the ghost of a figure reflected:
has nothing of her, was with you and remain with you;
with you if it should be, if you go to I could.
But neither the need for food or the need to rest
can remove it from there: lying on the grass veiled shadow,
fixed gaze insatiable that form the
deceives and destroys the victim of his eyes. Then rising a little,
opens its arms to the forest that surrounds him and says,
"There is never a lover, or forests, which has suffered more cruelly?
sure you know, so many that you offered yourself to the rescue shelter.
remember in your long life, how many centuries
that drags on, someone who has fallen so?
Like, I see it, but what I see and I like that I can not get
: confuses me so much love.
And to my greatest grief, there separates the immensity of the sea,
or roads, mountains, ramparts with locked doors:
film of water between us! And he, yes, would give himself:
berth whenever my kisses to the water,
to me every time stretches out and offered her mouth.
Would you say that you can touch, nothing, yes, is opposed to our love.
Whoever you are, come here! Why m'illudi, Child without equal?
Where to go when I look for you? And yes my beauty and my age
are not running away even the nymphs have loved me. With eyes
friend let me hope I do not know what;
when I reach out my arms, now the curtains too thou
when I smile, smiled, and I saw even cry, I cry when
, with a nod to my answer
signals and what I can infer from the movements of the beautiful mouth parts
me words do not come to my ears.
Me, me! To my understanding, my image does not deceive me more!
For myself, I burn with love, light and subisco the flame!
What to do? Be pleaded or beg? And what pray?
What I want is me, a treasure that makes me impotent.
Oh I could detach myself from my body! Rated
unheard of for lovers' wish away the ones we love!
now the pain takes away my strength, and I just have to live more
much: I put out in the prime of life.
No, seriously I is not death, if you will end with my pain;
only I wish he lived longer, that I loved so much.
But the heart united in one mind, us two hours to die. "
says, raving and back to contemplate the figure,
with her tears and upsets the body of water, rippling
that obscure her splendor. Seeing it vanish:
"Where flee? Exclaims. "Stop, infamous,
not abandon those who love you! If I can not touch you, let me at least
to watch and feed the unfortunate so my passion. "
In the midst of sorrow, tears up the rim as the
and the palm trees as the white marble beat his bare chest.
those affected breast is tinged with a faint blush,
as is the apple, white on one side,
glows red on the other, or in clusters like grapes
that is changing sail of purple when ripe.
Reflected in the water returned again clear,
not hold back any longer and, like wax at the blonde
brilliance of a flame or frost in the morning
the warmth of the sun will melt, so weary of love,
melts and a occult fire slowly consumes him.
of its color pink mixed with white now, no evidence, nor
fire, forces, what first enchanted vision,
and even the body is what Echo had once loved.
But when she saw him so, despite the anger at the memory,
grieves and every time the unhappy murmurs 'Alas',
postponing the voice repeats 'Alas',
and when the boy with his hands hitting the arms ,
replicate the same sound, that of the beatings.
his last words, as he stared at the water once more,
were: "Alas, child loved in vain," and the same words
sent him the place, and when he said 'Goodbye,' Eco 'Goodbye,' he said.
then bowed her weary head on the green grass and death
those enchanted eyes closed on the features of their master.
And even when he was accepted into the underworld, never ceased to contemplate in the waters of the Styx.
(Ovid, Metamorphoses, Book III)
Love your neighbor as yourself .... but love yourself more than anything and the person ... you never feel on top of others! Respects, identifying and try at least to love!
