Σάββατο 12 Μαΐου 2012

Carl Sagan for books



"What an astonishing thing a book is. It's a flat object made from a tree with flexible parts on which are imprinted lots of funny dark squiggles. But one glance at it and you're inside the mind of another person, maybe someone dead for thousands of years. Across the millenia, an author is speaking clearly and silently inside your head, directly to you.Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other,citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A book is proof that humans are capable of working magic."

Carl Sagan




Παρασκευή 11 Μαΐου 2012

The Mirabeau Bridge

The Mirabeau Bridge--Guillaume Apollinaire


Below the Mirabeau bridge there flows the Seine
And so our love
Must I recall how then
After each sorrow joy would come again

Let night come toll hours away
Days go by me here I stay

Let us stay hand in hand face to face
While down below
The bridge of our embrace
Roll the waves weary of our endless gaze

Let night come toll hours away
Days go by me here I stay

Love goes away the way the waters flow
Love goes away
How life is long and slow
How hope of life can deal so strong a blow

Let night come toll hours away
Days go by me here I stay

The days the weeks are passing from our ken
Neither time passed
Nor love can come again
Below the Mirabeau bridge there flows the Seine



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