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Shakespeare

 What is your substance, whereof are you made,

That millions of strange shadows on you tend?

Since everyone hath, every one, one shade,

And you, but one, can every shadow lend.

Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit

Is poorly imitated after you;

On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set,

And you in Grecian tires are painted new.

Speak of the spring and foison of the year;

The one doth shadow of your beauty show,

The other as your bounty doth appear,

And you in every blessed shape we know.

   In all external grace you have some part,

   But you like none, none you, for constant heart.

Shakespeare, Sonnets, LIII

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, "Wind, Sand and Stars"  -  Prisoner of the Sand 

Entre Estambul Y Paris

Finding Myself

 

To The Angels and The Aviation Pioneers

for rolling back the "stone" from The Tomb entryway:  Thank you! I love you! God bless you!

In the mess-hall, with Antoine and Lécrivain;

Antoine:   How was the flight? 

  myself:   Not bad ;)

🔷 ⚜️ 🔷

En la Avenida Cantos Rodados