William Earnest Henley’s “Invictus”:
un poeme qui a inspire' Mandela l Africain... tout jeune je l imaginais dans son cachot... avoir passe' 27 ans etre 4 murs sans perdre espoir qu un jour son peuple vivra libre... heureux celui qui voit son reve devenir realite'.
cela me rappelle l histoire des 20 souris qui ont tenu 36 heures... that's another one for another day.
M. / Bonne annee.
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud,
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbow’d.
I have not winced nor cried aloud,
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbow’d.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
cela me rappelle l histoire des 20 souris qui ont tenu 36 heures... that's another one for another day.
M. / Bonne annee.