FIELD OF SUNFLOWERS
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Next, at sunrise, a road that runs alongside a field of sunflowers, I wonder be the subject of sustained attention, and unanimous. Argus had a hundred eyes. They are a thousand who stare fixedly for you to lose composure. I'd attired, without my knowledge? Have they never seen a man? A crowd - amazed? or hilarious? - Turns to me, staring, huge bug-eyed yellow ciliates. It will be up here and there - on the toe? - To see me better and, in the stretch of sea, waves arise, the time to take a brief look round.
is a lot less than a battalion to which they would have done an about-face and be held motionless, stiffened in anticipation of what may occur in a designated point on the horizon - I in the circumstances.
(But you know, I do not be intimidated, and would look for him.)
Along with a strong woody stem, straight as a pole of Plenty, rise in tiers, spaced, alternate leaves, cordate, toothed, the botanist would say, too rough to the touch than their long petiole. And it must be the rigidity of a rod stabilized by fins to establish a way to star plant which does not lack even the solar prominences, it is true, as wisely arranged in a ring, the blue flames of gas stove lanceolate .
Each "flower" (in head) shines like a piece of brassware suspended in an old kitchen. Hay at the discretion of daisies, forget-me's nostalgic; hay corolla tormented, shredded, iris, aloe invaginated, and the scruffy grass inflorescences of glycine: we have held, brilliance and dignity together. Why, moreover, would there not flowers that are beautiful, who strut, looking great? It appears, no doubt, but she seems so friendly and easygoing, she calls the playfulness, she won the support.
Should the man be imbued with himself! I thought I was the object of curiosity close to impropriety. My shadow, now separate me back to a more accurate assessment: it is to the sun rising behind me, that these faces were turned rejoiced. Confidence, even before it appeared in sight. Ascertained that it could not disappoint their expectation, it was unable to shine.
All flowers draw him into their shape, color, aroma, their posterity. The sunflower worships her to be more faithful replica. And the image of the monstrance comes, obviously, including that of the "reign" that suspends above the altar ...
But no, this does not radiate corolla: it offers itself in focus in the light - and, advance, it blossoms with joy. I was wrong in lending the arrogance is just tilted his head - as you flex a little lid, that we turn to God, boldness and submission mixed.
Now that the sun's rays touch the crowd right and worthy of celebrants, I mean ride, coming down through the ages, the acclamation of those who were for a miracle the star offered them a new day, the sun then name him Horus and Ammon Ra, Osiris, Apollo, Phoebus and Helios.
"You beauty radiates on the horizon of heaven, O
living sun that experienced the first!
You get up, East
each country and you fill your beauty.
You're fine, you're tall, you
sparks and you're on top of any country.
Your rays land ablaze
and everything you creas.
You are Ra, you reach their end,
Thou chained to your love for your son . * "
The Flower of rape is modest; he needs the outbreak to develop into a drop of golden fluid layers stalls, floating, unstable, which require large flat areas in the landscape . The sunflower is its July we thin layers on slender piers, which a painter from the north tried in the Provencal countryside, to reach, at the peril of his reason, "the high yellow note".
Thanks be thus made it to this field, such as a dawn tangible and the fabulous Field of Cloth of Gold, to remind us what devotion is due to the munificence of a new day when the sun shines on the foliage, orchards, fountains and plane trees, coastlines and their wives .
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* Hymn of Akhenaten (Translation A. Erman.)
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Murmurs * ur ripe
L'Amoureuse : When there is a collision of our lips, I think those roses fall "more than another exquisite" and is always something unexpected flowering that knows my face when you kiss me.
The Lover: You take day your face like his sunflower capitulum.
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* François Solesmes The Murmurs of love Ink Navy (Supplements)
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