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Espace perso de Claudie-Shatha ..................FRIENDS are angels restoring us when our wings don't remember how to fly …. 8月2日 Le viaduc de Garabit CantalLe viaduc de Garabit se compose d'un tablier métallique long de 564,85 m reposant sur sept piles en fer puddlé de hauteur variable (jusqu'à 80 m pour les deux plus hautes). Les trois travées situées au-dessus de la partie la plus basse de la vallée sont soutenues par un arc d'une portée de 165 m et d'une hauteur de 52 m. La partie métallique est encadrée par deux viaducs d'accès nord et sud, en maçonnerie, de 46 m et 71 m respectivement. La hauteur au-dessus de l'étiage de la Truyère était de 122,5 m, cependant depuis la construction en 1959 du barrage de Grandval sur la Truyère, qui a entraîné la formation d'un lac de retenue de 28 km de long, le viaduc surplombe le lac de 95 m. 8月28日 MUSLIM SUFI POETRY - You alone
Suad Al- MUBARAK Al-SABAH (1942- You alone . . . control my history And write your name on the first page And on the third, and on the tenth, And on the last. You alone are allowed to sport with my days From the first century of my birth To the twenty-first century after love. You alone can add to my days what you wish And delete what you wish My whole history flows from the palms of your hands And pours into your palms. 6月19日 Tennessee Williams part VIIVII. You and I Who am I? A wounded man, badly bandaged, a monster among angels or angel among monsters, a box of questions shaken up and scattered on the floor,
A foot on the stairs, a voice on a wire, a busy collection of thumbs that imitate fingers, an enemy of yours. Your lover.
Text copyright © 1979 by Tennessee Williams 6月18日 Tennessee Williams part VIVI. The Ice-Blue Wind
Being expert on the zither he gave concerts twice a winter ...
His fingers knew The Ice-Blue Wind that single score and nothing more.
But what of that? It did suffice to close him in a wall of ice,
Tinged with distance, always blue, which somehow warmed him through and through.
Long, long after all had gone, and in the hall crept winter dawn,
He would strike a final string, take a bow and proudly shin
Up a column up to the roof, in union with The Absolute. 6月16日 Tennessee Williams part VV. Wolf's hour
Well, it's three A.M. after an hour's sleep and a blond youth who declined to stay with me. Wolf's hour of night is not well-spent alone.
Nevertheless there is this bit of comfort: in my hands' curved remembrance there remains indelibly the unclothed flesh of the youth who refused to stay longer, and I could settle for less, God knows if not unknowing. 6月6日 Haïku - DeathDEATH
I am dead again
Dead without grave or any wreaths My heart still beating Asking God to take me there, Quick - without regrets, remorses. Galaxy Accrostic et HaïkuM illiards years before
I deal way was born L ook to the sky and see K nitting of shining stars Y ellow and white lights W alking in heaven A s much as many tokens Y ears after years it stays ----------------------------------------- So far from us is
6月5日 Tennessee Williams part IVIV. Liturgy of Roses
This is for you for whom bloom certainly roses ...
and all of those doors floating open on those who have roses going to those who have roses, in chambers which those without roses possess no license to enter.
Roses, all roses, the immense impartiality of all God and all roses, orifice emptying, never emptied of roses.
Because you are tolerant only of those who have roses, Your eyes ... saying, These roses, all roses, my roses, Though still in the arms of those who came bearing roses.
And by the same token confessing: My tongue, my tongue, not your body, my body, my body, not yours, while murmuring You, while continually murmuring You, you, you, which is translated to I no matter how murmured to whom.
6月4日 Part III - TENNESSEE WILLIAMSIII. Winter Smoke Winter smoke is blue and bitter: women comfort you in winter.
Scent of thyme is cool and tender: girls are music to remember.
Men are made of rock and thunder: threat of storm to labor under.
Cypress woods are demon-dark: boys are fox-teeth in your heart.
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