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Lettre d’Umberto Eco à son petit-fils

Mon petit-fils chéri, Je ne voudrais pas que cette lettre de Noël résonne de manière trop moralisatrice et te donne à entendre des conseils sur nos semblables, la patrie, les mondes et d’autres choses de ce genre. Tu ne l’entendrais … Continue reading

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David et Goliath

« Chaque fois qu’il fallut choisir entre David et Goliath, j’ai toujours, sans hésiter, choisi le camp du plus faible, de l’opprimé, de celui qui subit l’écrasement. Plus qu’un pressentiment, la certitude que lutter aux côtés des perdus et des perdants, … Continue reading

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Légende du Mali…

Cette histoire se passe à Bafoulabé. Il y a très longtemps, un jour, une femme enceinte se rendit au fleuve pour faire la lessive. Toute concentrée à son labeur elle ne vit pas l’hippopotame qui sortit de l’eau et l’interpella … Continue reading

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Bulletin de santé

« Autrefois, il y a très longtemps, j’étais un autre, et tout le monde m’aimait bien. On me disait: “Vous devriez faire un peu de sport.” Je n’en faisais pas, bien sûr. Puis on m’a dit: “Vous devriez faire un … Continue reading

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Haïssez ?

Haïssez celui qui n’est pas de votre race. Haïssez celui qui n’a pas votre foi. Haïssez celui qui n’est pas de votre rang social. Haïssez, haïssez, vous serez haï. De la haine, on passera à la croisade, Vous tuerez ou … Continue reading

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Fais ce que tu aimes…

Un enfant demande à son père : Dis papa, quel est le secret pour être heureux ? Alors le père demande à son fils de le suivre ; ils sortent de la maison, le père sur leur vieil âne et … Continue reading

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Vieillir, c’est chiant (selon Bernard Pivot)

Voici le texte un extrait du livre Les Mots de ma vie: « J’aurais pu dire : Vieillir, c’est désolant, c’est insupportable, C’est douloureux, c’est horrible, C’est déprimant, c’est mortel. Mais j’ai préféré « chiant » Parce que c’est un … Continue reading

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Je te pardonne, pas parce que tu mérites le pardon mais parce que je mérite la paix…

“Je pardonne, mais j’apprends aussi une leçon. Je ne te détesterai pas, mais je ne serai jamais si proche de toi, alors tu ne me feras plus de mal. Je ne veux pas que mon pardon me donne un air … Continue reading

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Les lions et les moutons

Au temps jadis, des moutons paissaient paisiblement dans un pâturage. Soudain, des lions surgirent de la forêt et se précipitèrent sur le troupeau. Cette prairie se retrouva empourprée du sang des moutons. Les lions s’installèrent, privant les moutons de liberté. … Continue reading

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My Soul has a hat… I counted my years & realized that I have Less time to live by, Than I have lived so far. I feel like a child who won a pack of candies: at first he ate them with pleasure But when he realized that there was little left, he began to taste them intensely. I have no time for endless meetings where the statutes, rules, procedures & internal regulations are discussed, knowing that nothing will be done. I no longer have the patience To stand absurd people who, despite their chronological age, have not grown up. My time is too short: I want the essence, my spirit is in a hurry. I do not have much candy In the package anymore. I want to live next to humans, very realistic people who know How to laugh at their mistakes, Who are not inflated by their own triumphs & who take responsibility for their actions. In this way, human dignity is defended and we live in truth and honesty. It is the essentials that make life useful. I want to surround myself with people who know how to touch the hearts of those whom hard strokes of life have learned to grow with sweet touches of the soul. Yes, I’m in a hurry. I’m in a hurry to live with the intensity that only maturity can give. I do not intend to waste any of the remaining desserts. I am sure they will be exquisite, much more than those eaten so far. My goal is to reach the end satisfied and at peace with my loved ones and my conscience. We have two lives & the second begins when you realize you only have one Beautiful poem by Mario de Andrade (San Paolo 1893-1945) Poet, novelist, essayist and musicologist. One of the founders of Brazilian modernism. __________________________

Posted in Uncategorized | Comments Off on My Soul has a hat… I counted my years & realized that I have Less time to live by, Than I have lived so far. I feel like a child who won a pack of candies: at first he ate them with pleasure But when he realized that there was little left, he began to taste them intensely. I have no time for endless meetings where the statutes, rules, procedures & internal regulations are discussed, knowing that nothing will be done. I no longer have the patience To stand absurd people who, despite their chronological age, have not grown up. My time is too short: I want the essence, my spirit is in a hurry. I do not have much candy In the package anymore. I want to live next to humans, very realistic people who know How to laugh at their mistakes, Who are not inflated by their own triumphs & who take responsibility for their actions. In this way, human dignity is defended and we live in truth and honesty. It is the essentials that make life useful. I want to surround myself with people who know how to touch the hearts of those whom hard strokes of life have learned to grow with sweet touches of the soul. Yes, I’m in a hurry. I’m in a hurry to live with the intensity that only maturity can give. I do not intend to waste any of the remaining desserts. I am sure they will be exquisite, much more than those eaten so far. My goal is to reach the end satisfied and at peace with my loved ones and my conscience. We have two lives & the second begins when you realize you only have one Beautiful poem by Mario de Andrade (San Paolo 1893-1945) Poet, novelist, essayist and musicologist. One of the founders of Brazilian modernism. __________________________