Saturday, January 31, 2009

some extracts from ''SAND and FOAM'' by ''Khalil Gibran''




''They say the nightangale pierces his bosom with a thorn,

when he sings his lovesong.

So do we all. How else could we sing?''


And again

''A madman is not less a musician than you or myself ; only the instrument
on which he plays is a little out of tune."


Another.........,
''In the autumn I gathered all my sorrows and buried them in my garden.
And when April returned and spring came to wed the earth,
there grew in my grden beautiful flowers unlike all other flowers.
And my neighbours came to behold them,
and they all said to me,
'' When autumn comes again, at seeding time, will you
not give us of the seeds of these flowers that we may have them in our gardens?''

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