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Small asters February, courageous survivors, amazing, wonderful, the miraculous, humm. .. this is not difficult to find four nineteen qualifiers to sing their merits. Okay, this is a very dry winter, but the nights are just cooler and frost is the worst enemy of plants. So really, I admire these small asters. they are only a few to have survived. There is so little that I can name them all, I know all these survivors and I take pleasure to greet them at small ballads.
Too beautiful these super small asters of the Garden of Eden. Good day
fleas. You are also survivors under the sun. That nothing can reach you or make you stagger.
Too beautiful these super small asters of the Garden of Eden. Good day
fleas. You are also survivors under the sun. That nothing can reach you or make you stagger.
the Friends You know, what worries me a bit in this weather is the drought. There is very little reserve in our water towers that are the mountains. In the Massif Central, the water deficit in January exceeds 80% ... .
In China:
http://www.lepoint.fr/bour is money-record-of-wheat-in-c hina-a-cause-of- the recurrent drought- sse-persistent-09-02-2011- 1293398_81.php
Drought affecting this winter in northern China has pushed up wheat prices at levels record, while the authorities announced new measures to combat the scourge, it was learned Wednesday from sources.
The government will spend at least 6 billion yuan (667 million) to divert water to areas most affected, construct emergency wells and irrigation systems, reported the Office of Chinese fight against drought.
China: Shandong suffers from the worst drought in 200 years
http://french.china.org.cn / china/txt/2011-02/09/cont ent_21881656.htm
In China:
http://www.lepoint.fr/bour
Drought affecting this winter in northern China has pushed up wheat prices at levels record, while the authorities announced new measures to combat the scourge, it was learned Wednesday from sources.
The government will spend at least 6 billion yuan (667 million) to divert water to areas most affected, construct emergency wells and irrigation systems, reported the Office of Chinese fight against drought.
China: Shandong suffers from the worst drought in 200 years
http://french.china.org.cn
In 2010 occurred the worst drought in a century in the Amazon causing the decline in water level (here the Rio Taruma near Manaus) and the destruction of the rainforest.
http://www.lefigaro.fr/env ironnement/2011/02/08/0102 9-20 ... 110208ARTFIG00792-la-Foret -Amazon-pa-weakened r la secheresse.php
http://www.lefigaro.fr/env
* William of Sallust BARTS (1544-1590)
Night
... The architect of the world ordered to turn
... The day follow- the night, the night the day follower.
The night may temper the day the drought,
Moisten ours and our sky guerets engresse;
The night is that one of its wings that dark
On the world is silent shadows avecques
Desgouts silence, and sank to the bone Some animals
regroove a restful sleep.
Oh sweet night when no toy, toy without the human life would be a hell
Do, where sorrow, envy,
punishment, greed and a hundred ways to end without dead
bourrelleroyent and walls and our bodies.
O night when you're going ostentatious mask and deceit
which the human theater in vain we disguise,
While the day shines: O night when alme by toy
are equal fiery facts at all the cowherd and Roy
The poor and the opulent, Greek and Barbarian
The judge and the accused, Scava and ignorant,
The master and the servant, the deformed and the beautiful:
Car, Night, you cover all of your dark cloak ...
Night
... The architect of the world ordered to turn
... The day follow- the night, the night the day follower.
The night may temper the day the drought,
Moisten ours and our sky guerets engresse;
The night is that one of its wings that dark
On the world is silent shadows avecques
Desgouts silence, and sank to the bone Some animals
regroove a restful sleep.
Oh sweet night when no toy, toy without the human life would be a hell
Do, where sorrow, envy,
punishment, greed and a hundred ways to end without dead
bourrelleroyent and walls and our bodies.
O night when you're going ostentatious mask and deceit
which the human theater in vain we disguise,
While the day shines: O night when alme by toy
are equal fiery facts at all the cowherd and Roy
The poor and the opulent, Greek and Barbarian
The judge and the accused, Scava and ignorant,
The master and the servant, the deformed and the beautiful:
Car, Night, you cover all of your dark cloak ...
* Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867)
Landscape
I want to compose my eclogues chastely,
... Sunset from the sky, like astrologers
And nearby owl, listening, dreaming
Their solemn hymns carried by the wind.
Both hands on the chin, the top of my attic, I see the workshop
sings and chats;
pipes, bell towers, the towers of the city,
And the skies that make you dream of eternity.
He is gentle, through the mist, to see the birth
The star in the sky, the light at the window,
Rivers coal
up in the sky and the moon shed its pale enchantment.
I'll see the spring, summers, autumns;
And when the winter snows come monotonous
I close all the doors and shutters
To build on the night my fairy palace.
So I will dream of blue horizons,
Gardens, fountains weeping in alabaster,
kisses, birds singing every morning and evening,
And all that Romance has more childish.
The Riot, storming in vain at my window,
Will not lift my head from my desk;
Because I'm immersed in this
pleasure to discuss the Spring with my will,
To draw a sun in my heart, and To make my burning thoughts
a warm atmosphere.
Landscape
I want to compose my eclogues chastely,
... Sunset from the sky, like astrologers
And nearby owl, listening, dreaming
Their solemn hymns carried by the wind.
Both hands on the chin, the top of my attic, I see the workshop
sings and chats;
pipes, bell towers, the towers of the city,
And the skies that make you dream of eternity.
He is gentle, through the mist, to see the birth
The star in the sky, the light at the window,
Rivers coal
up in the sky and the moon shed its pale enchantment.
I'll see the spring, summers, autumns;
And when the winter snows come monotonous
I close all the doors and shutters
To build on the night my fairy palace.
So I will dream of blue horizons,
Gardens, fountains weeping in alabaster,
kisses, birds singing every morning and evening,
And all that Romance has more childish.
The Riot, storming in vain at my window,
Will not lift my head from my desk;
Because I'm immersed in this
pleasure to discuss the Spring with my will,
To draw a sun in my heart, and To make my burning thoughts
a warm atmosphere.
Freedom of expression does not wear that if you do not use it 
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