Monday, April 30, 2007
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Monday, April 23, 2007
Monday, April 16, 2007
Sunday, April 08, 2007
Invictus
OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
[William Ernest Henley]
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
[William Ernest Henley]
Friday, April 06, 2007
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Monday, March 26, 2007
Monday, March 19, 2007
Les chiens et les lions
لا تأسفن على حال الزمان لطالما...رقصت على جثث الأسود الكلاب
لا تحسبن برقصها تعلو على أسيادها...تبقى الأسودُ أسودٌ و الكلاب كلاب
[Inconnu]
لا تحسبن برقصها تعلو على أسيادها...تبقى الأسودُ أسودٌ و الكلاب كلاب
[Inconnu]
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