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Nemo

8 February 2011

Joyeux anniversaire!

Stiati ca Jules Verne a scris si poemuri?

Quand par le dur hiver tristement ramenée
La neige aux longs flocons tombe, et blanchit le toit,
Laissez geindre du temps la face enchifrenée.
Par nos nombreux fagots, rendez-moi l’âtre étroit !

Par le rêveur oisif, la douce après-dînée !
Les pieds sur les chenets, il songe, il rêve, il croit
Au bonheur ! – il ne veut devant sa cheminée
Qu’un voltaire bien doux, pouvant railler le froid !

Il tisonne son feu du bout de sa pincette ;
La flamme s’élargit, comme une étoile jette
L’étincelle que l’oeil dans l’ombre fixe et suit ;

Il lui semble alors voir les astres du soir poindre ;
L’illusion redouble ; heureux ! il pense joindre
A la chaleur du jour le charme de la nuit

***

dar un prieten comun, marea, si aceleasi corabii, purtatoare de cufere si sperante

***

Cartea apărea martea, o carte cartonata aparte, cu miros proaspat de zetzar. O asteptam pe mama ca pe un mar copt. Apoi ma refugiam, ma refugiam. Pe insula misterioasa, pe insula celor doi ani de vacanta, spre centrul pamantului, pe Luna, in balon, pe Orinoco, pe Amazon, in jurul Pamantului contra cronometru. In Carpati, pe Dunare.

In urma lor am ramas cu doua idealuri masculine, Phileas Fogg si Capitanul Nemo, si cu doua obsesii, sa vaz raza verde, la apusul soarelui pe o mare, si sa intemeiez o agentie turistica cu calatorii decise la zaruri, intr-un joc Piticot la dimensiuni reale.

***

Capitanul, unul dintre putinii mei prieteni imaginari, de dincolo si dincoace de copilarie. Calator cu mintea.

“You like the sea, Captain?”

“Yes, I love it! The sea is everything. It covers seven tenths of the terrestrial globe. Its breath is pure and healthy. It is an immense desert, where man is never lonely, for he feels life stirring on all sides. The sea is only the embodiment of a supernatural and wonderful existence. It is nothing but love and emotion; it is the ‘Living Infinite,’ as one of your poets has said. In fact, Professor, Nature manifests herself in it by her three kingdoms–mineral, vegetable, and animal. The sea is the vast reservoir of Nature. The globe began with sea, so to speak; and who knows if it will not end with it? In it is supreme tranquility. The sea does not belong to despots. Upon its surface men can still exercise unjust laws, fight, tear one another to pieces, and be carried away with terrestrial horrors. But at thirty feet below its level, their reign ceases, their influence is quenched, and their power disappears. Ah! sir, live–live in the bosom of the waters! There only is independence! There I recognize no masters! There I am free!”

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3 Comments leave one →
  1. 8 February 2011 13:48

    Talasemia lui Vlad pare să fie epidemică 🙂
    Și eu mă uit de obicei după raza verde. Pînă acum n-am reușit să o văd, dar mai încerc.

  2. 9 February 2011 07:27

    Madelin, sa sper ca pe asta n-ai citit-o? (era preferata mea, poate si fiindca n-a incaput in colectia cartonata). Are cateva capitole raspandite aici si in Google Books:

    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mathias_Sandorf

    Cand am ajuns (tarziu de altfel) la Trieste nu imi aminteam de ce imi place atat. De asta!

  3. madelin permalink*
    9 February 2011 19:27

    Sultana, nu am citit 🙂
    Astazi mi-am cumparat (eu!) o (alta) carte cartonata: Drumul Frantei. Daca gasesc pe la librari Mathias Sandorf (2 volume), ca a aparut mai demult, o sa o cetesc!

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