Lê Nhân Đạt, penname Lê Đạt (September 9, 1929 - April 21, 2008) was a Vietnamese poet. He was one of the poets associated with the Nhân Văn-Giai Phẩm movement. As one of the longest-lived Nhân Văn poets Đạt's influence has been felt more strongly in his continued writings.
Líté is a village and municipality (obec) in Plzeň-North District in the Plzeň Region of the Czech Republic.
The municipality covers an area of 6 square kilometres (2.3 sq mi), and has a population of 211 (as at 3 July 2006).
Líté lies approximately 21 kilometres (13 mi) north-west of Plzeň and 86 km (53 mi) west of Prague.
Ələt (also, Älät, Aliat, Aljat, Aliaty, Alyat, Alyat-Pristan’, Alyati-Pristan’, Alyaty, and Alyaty-Pristan’) is a settlement and municipality in Baku, Azerbaijan. It has a population of 12,765. The municipality consists of the settlements of Ələt, Pirsaat, Baş Ələt, Yeni Ələt, Qarakosa, Kotal, and Şıxlar.
LT, L.T., Lt, or lt may refer to:
The Lélé or Lété is a river of Cameroon, in the south of the country.
In Greek mythology, Leto (/ˈliːtoʊ/; Greek: Λητώ Lētṓ; Λατώ, Lātṓ in Dorian Greek, etymology and meaning disputed) is a daughter of the Titans Coeus and Phoebe, the sister of Asteria. and mother of Apollo and Artemis.
The island of Kos is claimed as her birthplace. In the Olympian scheme, Zeus is the father of her twins, Apollo and Artemis, the Letoides, which Leto conceived after her hidden beauty accidentally caught the eyes of Zeus. Classical Greek myths record little about Leto other than her pregnancy and her search for a place where she could give birth to Apollo and Artemis, since Hera in her jealousy had caused all lands to shun her. Finally, she finds an island that is not attached to the ocean floor so it is not considered land and she can give birth. This is her one active mythic role: once Apollo and Artemis are grown, Leto withdraws, to remain a dim and benevolent matronly figure upon Olympus, her part already played. In Roman mythology, Leto's equivalent is Latona, a Latinization of her name, influenced by Etruscan Letun.
I've tried to find myself, but I can't
To find some peace of mind or what's left
Life seems so meaningless
Sometimes, I just want to give in
As the sorrow calls my name
She comforts me and leaves the scar of pain
And tells me everything will be alright
But I know damn well, that's a lie
Take this day
No different than the others
But I know I cannot stay
Far and away
I'll try not to remember
Still, I remember everything
I am Unwilling, I am unable
I see no hope at all
With all I've given
I can not carry on
Is this forever?
A foul endeavor
Or a veil which I've disclosed
I taste of tragedy and divine
Sweet pathetic comedy
And in time you'll get the best of me
And my mind but it's so insignificant
Will things get better?
In pieces, shattered
Within the lonely corners that the shadows know
It's now or never
No need for reverence
I've paid my debts in full
Things will not get better
I am in pieces, shattered
Slipping into the darkest corner of my mind
Just let me go
Escape from reality
Please don't remember me