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    <title>Gaia: One Mind - Poetry from the Heart - Easter</title>
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    <pubDate>Mon, 02 Jun 2008 20:18:39 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Easter</title>
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      <dc:creator>Serge Lano&#235;</dc:creator>
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&lt;p&gt;      (Translation BabelFish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EASTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The stone rolled under the pressure of the light&lt;br /&gt;    And the eyes of the guards dwellt too long.&lt;br /&gt;    Under the shock the seals jumped&lt;br /&gt;    And it was a dawn in the night where the stars faded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Of your sudden appearance, one does not know null chronicle&lt;br /&gt;    Except that which burns in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;    This day, you&amp;#39;d be printed on all cosmos&lt;br /&gt;    And our mouths, now, could not remain closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serge Lano&amp;euml; - May 1996&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---- Original in french&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&amp;Acirc;QUES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; La pierre a roul&amp;eacute; sous la pression de la lumi&amp;egrave;re&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Et les yeux des gardes se sont appesantis.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sous le choc les scell&amp;eacute;s ont saut&amp;eacute;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Et ce fut une aube dans la nuit o&amp;ugrave; les &amp;eacute;toiles ont p&amp;acirc;li.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; De ton surgissement, on ne conna&amp;icirc;t nulle chronique&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sauf celle qui br&amp;ucirc;le en nos coeurs.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ce jour, tu t&amp;#39;es imprim&amp;eacute; sur tout le cosmos&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Et nos bouches, maintenant, ne sauraient rester closes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serge Lano&amp;euml; - mai 1996 &lt;/p&gt;

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