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E230TD

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E230TD

Got a cool tone going tonight… Super touch responsive. (No looper involved.)

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Angus Stone - Bird On The Buffalo (Radio Edit)

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bird on the buffalo // angus stone

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Mar 10, 2012

Der Panther
Rainer Maria Rilke

Im Jardin des Plantes, Paris

Sein Blick ist vom Vorübergehn der Stäbe
so müd geworden,dass er nichts mehr hält.
Ihm ist, als ob es tausend Stäbe gäbe
und hinter tausend Stäben keine Welt.

Der weiche Gang geschmeidig starker Schritte,
der sich im allerkleinsten Kreise dreht,
ist wie ein Tanz von Kraft um eine Mitte,
in der betäubt ein grosser Wille steht.

Nur manchmal schiebt der Vorhang der Pupille
sich lautlos auf -. Dann geht ein Bild hinein,
geht durch der Glieder angespannte Stille -
und hört im Herzen auf zu sein.

The Panther

His gaze, going past those bars, has got so misted
with tiredness, it can take in nothing more.
He feels as though a thousand bars existed,
and no more world beyond them than before.

Those supply powerful paddings, turning there
in tiniest of circles, well might be
the dance of forces round a centre where
some mighty will stands paralyticly.

Just now and then the pupils’ noiseless shutter
is lifted. - Then an image will indart,
down through the limbs’ intensive stillness flutter,
and end its being in the heart.

A Pantera

De tanto olhar as grades seu olhar
esmoreceu e nada mais aferra.
Como se houvesse só grades na terra:
grades, apenas grades para olhar.

A onda andante e flexível do seu vulto
em círculos concêntricos decresce,
dança de força em torno a um ponto oculto
no qual um grande impulso se arrefece.

De vez em quando o fecho da pupila
se abre em silêncio. Uma imagem, então,
na tensa paz dos músculos se instila
para morrer no coração.

Gives me the shivers every time.

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