Ozymandias by P B Shelley
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
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Ballet and Parkinson’s
- Impact of a weekly dance class on the functional mobility and on the quality of life of individuals with Parkinson’s disease. Full Text of the article
- Community Dance
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Kontaktof- Pina Bausch
Related
- Co-authored research paper from my postdoc: Mitochondrial import and accumulation of alpha-synuclein impair complex I in human dopaminergic neuronal cultures and Parkinson disease brain.
- Haneke’s Amour – trailer, review
