wycinanki: MILLE VIAE DUCUNT HOMINEM PER SAECULA...

wtorek, 14 sierpnia 2007

MILLE VIAE DUCUNT HOMINEM PER SAECULA...

Ogromna Pielgrzymka Warszawska wkorczyła masą cepłych, spoconych i spiewających 'Jezus' ludzi do Czestochowy. Jasna Góra od kilku dni w cudowny sposób pochlania nieskonczone rzesze wiernych. Oni idą i docieraja stadami a potem giną dzieś w parku wokół klasztoru i znikaja gdzieś gdzie... diabeł mówi im dobranoc?

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Cormac MrCarthy

"Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patters that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery."