sâmbătă, 18 ianuarie 2014

J'allais par des chemins perfides, Paul Verlaine

"J'allais par des chemins perfides,
Douloureusement incertain.
Vos chères mains furent mes guides.

Si pâle à l'horizon lointain
Luisait un faible espoir d'aurore ;
Votre regard fut le matin.

Nul bruit, sinon son pas sonore,
N'encourageait le voyageur.
Votre voix me dit : "Marche encore!"

Mon coeur craintif, mon sombre coeur
Pleurait, seul, sur la triste voie;
L'amour, délicieux vainqueur,

Nous a réunis dans la joie."

vineri, 10 ianuarie 2014

About a legend of the Rhine

It's been several years since I have been able to indulge my compulsive need for reading random literature and to be free from guilt. This year I returned from the winter holidays with a collection of legends from the borders of the Rhine. The most sexist of them involved seven orphan virgins that decided not to marry and enjoy their freedom by making fun of guys that were deluded enough to believe that they could convince them to contribute to the child conceiving business. The moral of the story goes that the seven girls died in a shipwreck on the Rhine and were turned into rocks. In this way all the other ladies that are good looking enough to be desirable by men will for ever be reminded of their rightful place in society.

M-a facut muma frumoasa, Subcarpati si Georgiana Manaila