3040428Eternal Momentshttps://www.gandhi.com.mx/eternal-moments-1230001005134/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/3584791/d791a9e7-556d-44a0-88a9-604f3d2c400a.jpg?v=6383855867737000005151MXNCristian ButnariuInStock/Ebooks/2976537Eternal Moments5151https://www.gandhi.com.mx/eternal-moments-1230001005134/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/3584791/d791a9e7-556d-44a0-88a9-604f3d2c400a.jpg?v=638385586773700000InStockMXN99999DIEbook20161230001005134_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_First Epistle When, at night, with drooping eyelids, I blow out the candles flare, Times unending path is followed only by the old clock there; For just draw aside the curtains and the moon will flood the room With a fire of passions summoned by the ardours of her gloom; From the night of recollection she will resurrect an eon Of distress - which we, however, sense as in a dreamlike paean. Moon, arch-mistress of the ocean, you glide oer the planets sphere, You give light to thoughts unthought-of and eclipse sorrow and fear; Oh, how many deserts glimmer under your soft virgin light And how many woods over shadow brooks and rivers burning bright! Legion is the name of billows you dispose of as you please, When you sail upon the ever restless solitude of seas; Of resplendent climes, of gardens, palaces and castles old, Which you impregnate with magic and to your own view unfold; of the dwellings that you enter tiptoe by the window-pane To gaze thoughtfully at foreheads that so many thoughts enchain! A kings plans enmesh the planet for a century or more, While the pauper hardly thinks of what his morrow has in store. Though the dice of Fate have to them meted different rungs and ways, Both submit to the same biddings of Deaths genius and her rays; Be they weak or be they mighty, unintelligent or clever. All do minister to passions and their bondsmen are forever. One is looking for the mirror, purposing to curl his mane, One - for truth, hoping to find it in the space and time mundane. From the yellow leaves he gathers relics of forgotten lore Whose short-living Latin labels he will tally on the score. One divides up the whole Terra at the counter of his stall, Checking how much gold the oceans bear in their ships black and tall. Over there an aged teacher, with his elbows jutting out Through the threadbare jacket, reckons and the sums cause him to pout. Shivering with cold he buttons his old dressing-gown austere, Thrusts his neck into the collar and the cotton in his ear. Skinny as he is and hunch-backed, a most wretched neer-do-well, He has in his little finger all the world, heaven and hell; For behind his brow are looming both the future and the past, And eternitys thick darkness hell unravel at long last. As, of old, mythical Atlas propped the skies upon his shoulder, He props universe and Chronos in a number - which is bolder...  ...(*_*)1230001005134_First EpistleWhen, at night, with drooping eyelids, I blow out the candles flare, Times unending path is followed only by the old clock there; For just draw aside the curtains and the moon will flood the room With a fire of passions summoned by the ardours of her gloom; From the night of recollection she will resurrect an eon Of distress - which we, however, sense as in a dreamlike paean.Moon, arch-mistress of the ocean, you glide oer the planets sphere, You give light to thoughts unthought-of and eclipse sorrow and fear; Oh, how many deserts glimmer under your soft virgin light And how many woods over shadow brooks and rivers burning bright! Legion is the name of billows you dispose of as you please, When you sail upon the ever restless solitude of seas; Of resplendent climes, of gardens, palaces and castles old, Which you impregnate with magic and to your own view unfold; of the dwellings that you enter tiptoe by the window-pane To gaze thoughtfully at foreheads that so many thoughts enchain! A kings plans enmesh the planet for a century or more, While the pauper hardly thinks of what his morrow has in store.Though the dice of Fate have to them meted different rungs and ways, Both submit to the same biddings of Deaths genius and her rays; Be they weak or be they mighty, unintelligent or clever. All do minister to passions and their bondsmen are forever. One is looking for the mirror, purposing to curl his mane, One - for truth, hoping to find it in the space and time mundane. From the yellow leaves he gathers relics of forgotten lore Whose short-living Latin labels he will tally on the score. One divides up the whole Terra at the counter of his stall, Checking how much gold the oceans bear in their ships black and tall. Over there an aged teacher, with his elbows jutting out Through the threadbare jacket, reckons and the sums cause him to pout. Shivering with cold he buttons his old dressing-gown austere, Thrusts his neck into the collar and the cotton in his ear. Skinny as he is and hunch-backed, a most wretched neer-do-well, He has in his little finger all the world, heaven and hell; For behind his brow are looming both the future and the past, And eternitys thick darkness hell unravel at long last. As, of old, mythical Atlas propped the skies upon his shoulder, He props universe and Chronos in a number - which is bolder......1230001005134_Cristian Butnariulibro_electonico_847353d8-a4d3-35d3-8a2a-3f337feedc40_1230001005134;1230001005134_1230001005134Mihai EminescuInglésMéxicohttps://getbook.kobo.com/koboid-prod-public/9836c4dd-d784-4298-b397-bf8f28ad0138-epub-8a48c19c-e082-4600-a854-c50734accf2c.epub2016-03-23T00:00:00+00:00Cristian Butnariu