New Vietnamese poem
THIỀN CÔNG
Thiền sư ngồi thẳng, phòng lạnh ngắt (7)
Bạch lạc mệt nhoài, lụn bấc (6)
Trang kinh khép chặt, không đọc (6)
Mặt trời mọc. (3)
ZEN POWER
A master sat straight,
Whole night, cold place
No sutra,
The sun now is rising
mercredi 29 décembre 2010
dimanche 26 décembre 2010
THE CITY OF CAEN (Translated from French by electronic program, not edited)
In a cold day in February 1964 the train from Paris dropped me at the station of Caen, next to the area called Demi-Lune . Why did I come to Caen to do my Ph.D. studies?
It's very simple, for every event in life, there is always an economic reason, apparent or hidden, which influences our decisions. In my case it was very clear: doctoral studies last several years and the cost of living in Paris was unbearable for me. In addition, I was very tired. Caen, as I had imagined before arriving there, would be my peaceful place. A quiet and easy city to live with the small budget of a foreigner student alone.
The bus runing to the university made me discover that Caen was a brand new city and very beautiful. Through the window of the bus which was moving too fast for me I had seen many fine shops along a modern avenue. Also there were some beautiful churches but I confess that at that time these modern stores were clearly much more attractive than the architecture of churches. A the end of this avenue, the horizon opened widely to the ramparts of a imposing castle. A fabulous castle. Who has not dreamed in his childhood of a fabulous castle. In my early youth my dreamed castle was the imperial palace in Tokyo. I saw it on a wall calendar, among other pictures of beautiful young Japanese in traditional attires and the beautiful Mount Fuji covered by snow. But right now the Japanese imperial palace faded quickly and the French impressive castle appeared as a reallity within the reach of my eyes. These magnificent ruins of the castle dating from the time of William the Conqueror warmed my heart in a cold day of February when I did not know much myself where my life was heading. In fact, the bus Caen was comfortable and well heated and there was also a bright sun shining in the sky when I arrived in Caen.
In a cold day in February 1964 the train from Paris dropped me at the station of Caen, next to the area called Demi-Lune . Why did I come to Caen to do my Ph.D. studies?
It's very simple, for every event in life, there is always an economic reason, apparent or hidden, which influences our decisions. In my case it was very clear: doctoral studies last several years and the cost of living in Paris was unbearable for me. In addition, I was very tired. Caen, as I had imagined before arriving there, would be my peaceful place. A quiet and easy city to live with the small budget of a foreigner student alone.
The bus runing to the university made me discover that Caen was a brand new city and very beautiful. Through the window of the bus which was moving too fast for me I had seen many fine shops along a modern avenue. Also there were some beautiful churches but I confess that at that time these modern stores were clearly much more attractive than the architecture of churches. A the end of this avenue, the horizon opened widely to the ramparts of a imposing castle. A fabulous castle. Who has not dreamed in his childhood of a fabulous castle. In my early youth my dreamed castle was the imperial palace in Tokyo. I saw it on a wall calendar, among other pictures of beautiful young Japanese in traditional attires and the beautiful Mount Fuji covered by snow. But right now the Japanese imperial palace faded quickly and the French impressive castle appeared as a reallity within the reach of my eyes. These magnificent ruins of the castle dating from the time of William the Conqueror warmed my heart in a cold day of February when I did not know much myself where my life was heading. In fact, the bus Caen was comfortable and well heated and there was also a bright sun shining in the sky when I arrived in Caen.
jeudi 16 décembre 2010
mercredi 15 décembre 2010
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