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And because love battles
not only in its burning agricultures
but also in the mouth of men and women,
I will finish off by taking the path away
to those who between my chest and your fragrance
want to interpose their obscure plant.

About me, nothing worse
they will tell you, my love,
than what I told you.

I lived in the prairies
before I got to know you
and I did not wait love but I was
laying in wait for and I jumped on the rose.

What more can they tell you?
I am neither good nor bad but a man,
and they will then associate the danger
of my life, which you know
and which with your passion you shared.

And good, this danger
is danger of love, of complete love
for all life,
for all lives,
and if this love brings us
the death and the prisons,
I am sure that your big eyes,
as when I kiss them,
will then close with pride,
into double pride, love,
with your pride and my pride.

But to my ears they will come before
to wear down the tour
of the sweet and hard love which binds us,
and they will say: “The one
you love,
is not a woman for you,
Why do you love her? I think
you could find one more beautiful,
more serious, more deep,
more other, you understand me, look how she’s light,
and what a head she has,
and look at how she dresses,
and etcetera and etcetera”.

And I in these lines say:
Like this I want you, love,
love, Like this I love you,
as you dress
and how your hair lifts up
and how your mouth smiles,
light as the water
of the spring upon the pure stones,
Like this I love you, beloved.

To bread I do not ask to teach me
but only not to lack during every day of life.
I don’t know anything about light, from where
it comes nor where it goes,
I only want the light to light up,
I do not ask to the night
explanations,
I wait for it and it envelops me,
And so you, bread and light
And shadow are.

You came to my life
with what you were bringing,
made
of light and bread and shadow I expected you,
and Like this I need you,
Like this I love you,
and to those who want to hear tomorrow
that which I will not tell them, let them read it here,
and let them back off today because it is early
for these arguments.

Tomorrow we will only give them
a leaf of the tree of our love, a leaf
which will fall on the earth
like if it had been made by our lips
like a kiss which falls
from our invincible heights
to show the fire and the tenderness
of a true love.

Hearing things more than beings,
listening to the voice of fire,
the voice of water.
Hearing in the wind the weeping bushes,
sighs of our forefathers.

The dead are never gone:
they are in the shadows.
The dead are not in the earth:
they’re in the rustling tree,
the groaning wood,
the water that runs,
the water that sleeps;
they’re in the hut, they’re in the crowd,
the dead are not dead.

The dead are never gone,
they’re in the breast of a woman,
they’re in the crying of a child,
they’re in the flaming torch.
The dead are not in the earth:
they’re in the dying fire,
the weeping grasses,
the whimpering rocks,
they’re in the forest, they’re in the house,
the dead are not dead.

– Birago Diop

I watched a programme recently that introduced me to synthetic biology it put forth the notion that we can now create anything in a lab, and with that we can now control our environment and manipulate it as we wish. Well I do not know how I feel about such processes, I think its one thing to know we have a degree of control over nature but its a completely different matter to wield ultimate control over something. I think it could be a conflict that we could loose for the power within nature the energy that exists naturally is vast. In the programme the scientists had genetically changed goats and implanted the spider Silk protein into their make up. And know they can make silk from that goats milk how crazy is that? Anyway think about it science is important but only when it works a long side mother nature!

Drawing on my fine command of the English language, I said nothing.
-Robert Benchley

By three methods we may learn wisdom: First, by reflection, which is noblest; Second, by imitation, which is easiest; and third by experience, which is the bitterest.
-Confucius