In marine margins
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The tamarisk
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you do not plant a charm, a maple, birch, beech, to the ocean. The tamarisk is dealing with the enemy. Frequent prunings manage to do a bushy shrub, small tree counterfeit port lopsided, trunk swollen armpits that bristle multiple branches pruned. And we doubt, see the bark, that the olive tree is shown more surly towards the hand we denounce it as abuse suffered - twists and floggings conjugated harshness of an area to which the answer node and excoriation.
Who harassment and crate without respite, the tamarisk between the flexibility of its branches and twigs on a close-sheet scales - thus reducing the ship's sails in heavy weather. The tenacity can be seen in the foliage of the slender asparagus, which holds the drive sizes, and density, the intricacy of its ramifications, its disregard for symmetry, make it look thick.
Combining flair and stoicism, he resists the blast so massive that the acrimonious carpet, as this diagram, the filigree of foliage where you would see both a greenish cloud in the clip, the ferns who shrug our tile Winter.
The man is enslaved, the man disfigured: the tamarisk is not intended to stake walks of seaside resorts, but to settle on a flange of dune s 'y branching from the ground. Let curls, for one day inclement weather, away from one of these clumps, and we know a remarkable ease.
The savagery of the huge stumbling block on this bunch, trying to dissociate insinuates anxiety and discord. She is an assembly of precision balances which are contradictory - the branches balked by nodding disordered. And then, by the grace of long antennae plant, the migration of space appears to us in its power and size. At various speeds. At its lowest, the sparkling tremor bent grass, and then the mass gap without air, assured of its trajectory, with the four-lobed leaf of a bird that pitches in drift and above, a fraying Cloud earned by the velocity universal - all fleeing the sea as wildlife escaping desperate, a savanna fire.
But more poignant still delights await those who, by bad weather, at the request of tamarisk stand between him and the ocean. Which leaves would do better than his own, acts as a filter - the water hard and bitter hastened the broad, mutating to the cross in fresh water breaks? What was the breath of fire and attested to this field of flames at the foot of the dune is more than whispers of fire collapses. And it stands, in the invasion, an enclave of warmth and mildness where the immortal can finally enjoy its aroma.
me up, I'll be arrested again by the invisible and transformed into a torch. But for now, allow me to enjoy the miracle of a spring day that would have gone astray in January: in lukewarm reduced spared the vicissitudes of tunes, the kind of constriction of the flesh more turbid than j 'experiences, the tarnishing of my soul and his stubborn distraction, attached to the feeling of being unanimous in turmoil, in a place impregnable, irresistibly persuade me to morose delectation.
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panicaut The sea
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can have the acerbity gracile. Panicaut the sea, strongly branched, leaves and flowers floor skylight. So he does that little resistance to large wind - it scratches the passage. Because of the dune fresh eye, welcoming the palm which, breaking away from you, touches and flatters distance, rises the better the plant arranged to oppose the decision. Its leathery leaves are twitching to multiply the darts; inflorescence mimics, in miniature, the bug chestnut. Above the benignity of the sand, it brandishes the acrimony, it radiates resentment: that is the reckless showboating!
Yet as one who would find this plant looks ungracious about her. To admire the star of acuminate leaves, edged in white, upon which rests the capitulum. To enter a green money, as soon as panicaut occurs in the colony, it turns into light blue, ash, rising from a smooth sea, by the summer mornings.
I like to find in the dune flora, the marram grass, lilies, wild rye, immortal, without omitting or woolly hawkweed the talus, to remember those days when the ocean patient policy space equal to its rumor, muffled sighs when strung. But I appreciate the panicaut to testify for another face of the range: one where, in a climate of subversion unanimous, you put up a continuous volley of needles of ice. I also do not médirai it distributes with approval hostility.
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On silence III (continued from 15 October)
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Some quotes from Eugene Mersea *
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The music is more worthy than the words break the silence and more silence than words worthy of interrupting the music.
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If speech is, according Beigbeder, "an act which the individual is abolished," silence is the failure to act where the individual is affirmed.
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Silence is the sound that is transparent to light.
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Silence is the cornerstone of the building sound.
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is with stones the silence which erected the temple of music.
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The music is created out of silence spreads through him to finally get lost in it, where everything begins and ends.
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Silence propagates in waves, like light and the movements of passion.
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Prelude Air Lohengrin The elevation of the Missa Solemnis , reach the borders of silence ideal.
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Words fly away, the silence remains.
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Moment of silence Moment of Truth. Man needs speech to conceal his thoughts.
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Silence prepares the appointment of the heart and mind.
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Silence heals the wounds of the word.
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Nothing is more impressive than the silence of the major organs in a deserted cathedral.
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******* * * Born in 1911, died in the 1980s, he said "a nonviolent passionate, loyal, since his youth, the libertarian tradition.
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