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 bludgeoning of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond the 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 punishment the scroll, I am the master of my fate; I am the captain of my soul.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Invictus - William Ernest Henley
Monday, January 17, 2011
Vivre
Vivre, c'est se réveiller la nuit dans l'impatience du jour à venir, c'est s'émerveiller de ce que le miracle quotidien se reproduise pour nous une fois encore, c'est avoir des insomnies de joie.
Friday, January 14, 2011
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Monday, January 10, 2011
Let them eat cake!
Enfin je me rappelai le pis-aller d’une grande princesse à qui l’on disait que les paysans n’avaient pas de pain, et qui répondit : Qu’ils mangent de la brioche.
Wednesday, January 05, 2011
Presence
One thing I can and will always certify on is my mom's eternal presence. Her love and attendance to us during our lives was so clear that it could not even occur to me to doubt it.
I can still feel her until this day and I am sure I will still feel her forever.
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