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“Les hommes de chez toi, dit le petit prince, cultivent cinq mille roses dans un même jardin… et ils n’y trouvent pas ce qu’ils cherchent...”
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“Où sont les hommes?' reprit enfin le petit prince. 'On est un peu seul dans le désert.'
'On est seul aussi chez les hommes', dit le serpent.”
― The Little Prince
'On est seul aussi chez les hommes', dit le serpent.”
― The Little Prince
“Si lasciò cadere a terra, e guardò la campagna ondulata che saliva e scendeva, lontano, lontano, finché chissà dove, laggiù, raggiungeva il mare. Incolta, disabitata, esisteva da sé, per sé, senza città e senza case, vista da quell'altezza. Scuri solchi d'ombra, luminosi respiri di luce, s'alternavano. Poi, mentre guardava, la luce si mosse e il buio si mosse; luce e ombra viaggiarono su per le colline e sopra le vallate. Un mormorio profondo le cantò nelle orecchie - la terra, che cantava a se stessa, levava un coro, in solitudine.
Rimase in ascolto, distesa. Era felice, completamente felice. Il tempo non esisteva.”
― Gli anni
Rimase in ascolto, distesa. Era felice, completamente felice. Il tempo non esisteva.”
― Gli anni
“Vous êtes belles mais vous êtes vides, leur dit-il encore. On ne peut pas mourir pour vous. Bien sûr, ma rose à moi, un passant ordinaire croirait qu'elle vous ressemble. Mais à elle seule elle est plus importante que vous toutes, puisque c'est elle que j'ai arrosée. Puisque c'est elle que j'ai abritée par le paravent. Puisque c'est elle dont j'ai tué les chenilles (sauf les deux ou trois pour les papillons). Puisque c'est elle que j'ai écoutée se plaindre, ou se vanter, ou même quelquefois se taire. Puisque c'est ma rose.”
― The Little Prince
― The Little Prince
“Water is the most versatile of all elements. It isn't afraid to burn in fire or fade into the sky, it doesn't hesitate to shatter against sharp rocks in rainfall or drown into the dark shroud of the earth. It exists beyond all eginnings and ends. On the surface nothing will shift, but deep in underground silence, water will hide and with soft fingers coax a new channel for itself, until stone gives in and slowly settles around the secret space.
Death is water's close companion, and neither of them can be separated from us, for we are made of the versatilitiy of water and the closeness of death. Water doesn't belong to us, be we belong to water: when it has passed through our fingers and pores and bodies, nothing separates us from earth.”
― Memory of Water
Death is water's close companion, and neither of them can be separated from us, for we are made of the versatilitiy of water and the closeness of death. Water doesn't belong to us, be we belong to water: when it has passed through our fingers and pores and bodies, nothing separates us from earth.”
― Memory of Water
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