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1908
Pablo Picasso
Georges Braque
El actor. 1904
Naturaleza muerta con silla trenzada. 1912 Vaso y botella de Suze. 1913
It happens very often that a man has it in him, that a man does something, that he does it very often that he does many things, when he is a young man when he is an old man, when he is an older man. One of such of these kind of them had a little boy and this one, the little son wanted to make a collection of butterflies and beetles and it was all exciting to him and it was all arranged then and then the father said to the son you are certain this is not a cruel thing that you are wanting to be doing, killing things to make collections of them, and the son was very disturbed then and they talked about it together the two of them and more and more they talked about it then and then at last the boy was convinced it was a cruel thing and he said he would not do it and his father said the little boy was a noble boy to give up pleasure when it was a cruel one. The boy went to bed then and then the father when he got up in the early morning saw a wonderfully beautiful moth in the room and he caught him and he killed him and he pinned him and he woke up his son then and showed it to him and he said to him see what a good father I am to have caught and killed this one, the boy was all mixed up inside him and then he said he would go on with his collecting and that was all there was then of discussing and this is a little description of something that happened once and it is very interesting. from The Making of Americans
Le vent nocturne
Oh ! les cimes des pins grincent en se heurtant Et l'on entend aussi se lamenter l'autan Et du fleuve prochain grand'voix triomphales Les elfes rire au vent ou corner aux rafales Attys Attys Attys charmant et dbraill C'est ton nom qu'en la nuit les elfes ont raill Parce qu'un de tes pins s'abat au vent gothique La fort fuit au loin comme une arme antique Dont les lances pins s'agitent au tournant Les villages teints mditent maintenant Comme les vierges les vieillards et les potes Et ne s'veilleront au pas de nul venant Ni quand sur leurs pigeons fondront les gypates
El viento nocturno
Ah las cimas de los pinos crujen y entrechocan y se escucha el lamento del vendaval y en el cercano ro con voces victoriosas los elfos tocan trompas de rfagas o ren Ats Ats Ats bello y desgualichado en tu nombre los elfos han burlado en la noche porque el viento gtico bate uno de tus pinos en la noche el bosque huye a lo lejos como una armada antigua cuyas lanzas oh pino se agitan en la lucha las aldeas oscuras ahora meditan como las vrgenes los viejos y los poetas y no despertarn al paso de ningn viandante ni al caer el halcn sobre blancas palomas.