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Quiet spring morning,
plum flower's smell of renewal and decay,
lost butterfly wing nestled in fallen leaves.
Eternal cycle.
What is to fear?
Sat, March 3, 2007 - 8:48 AM
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Dans l’interminable
Ennui de la plaine,
La neige incertaine
Luit comme du sable.
Le ciel est de cuivre
Sans lueur aucune,
On croirait voir vivre
Et mourir la lune.
Comme des nuées
Flottent gris les chênes
Des forêts prochaines
Parmi les buées.
Le ciel est de cuivre
Sans lueur aucune.
On croirait voir vivre
Et mourir la lune.
Corneille poussive
Et vous, les loups maigres,
Par ces bises aigres
Quoi donc vous arrive ?
Dans l’interminable
Ennui de la plaine
La...
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Sometimes,
you feel like stepping at the shore of a high mountain lake,
with icy, silvery waters, not even slightly moved by a cold breeze,
a perfect mirror.
Reaching the shore you look at your own reflection,
and unexpectedly the image fades,
to visions of parts of your life.
Suddenly the surface wrinkles, moved by winds whispers,
and you realize with a smile that things have changed.
Sun, February 18, 2007 - 4:10 PM
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Thoughts
(blog entry)
Quiet spring morning,
plum flower's smell of renewal and decay,
lost butterfly wing nestled in fallen leaves.
Eternal cycle.
What is to fear?
Eclipse: Verlaine - "Dans l’interminable ennui de la plaine"
(blog entry)
Dans l’interminable
Ennui de la plaine,
La neige incertaine
Luit comme du sable.
Le ciel est de cuivre
Sans lueur aucune,
On croirait voir vivre
Et mourir la lune.
Comme des nuées
Flottent gris les chênes
Des forêts prochaines
Par...
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Mirror of life
(blog entry)
Sometimes,
you feel like stepping at the shore of a high mountain lake,
with icy, silvery waters, not even slightly moved by a cold breeze,
a perfect mirror.
Reaching the shore you look at your own reflection,
and unexpectedly the image f...
read more
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