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    22 January

    Brasilian poem

     

     

    At the end of his life
    One man looked backwards
    And saw that, all the way
    There were four traces on the sand,
    His own  and those of God.
    But in difficult times
    There were only  two!
    Very surprised and pained
    He says to God:
    "I see that it is precisely
    In difficult times

    That you leave me alone ... "
    "No! said  God,
    In difficult times,
    There was only
    The tracks of my steps

    Because then
    I wore you in my arms! "

     

    Ademar de Borros

     

     

    tracesable Laurent Froget

     
     

    18 January

    APRIL COME SHE WILL ?

     

    April come she will
    When streams are ripe and swelled with rain
    May she will stay
    Resting in my arms again
    June she'll change her tune
    In restless walks she'll prowl the night
    July she will fly
    And give no warning to her flight
    August die she must
    The autumn winds blow chilly and cold
    September I remember
    A love once new has now grown old

     

    Simon and Garfunkel (from Sound of silence 1966)