George Orwell цитата: Under the spreading chestnut tree I sold you and you …

As we liked to do as children, extracting from the soft forest floor the light chestnut trees only a few centimeters high at the base of which the chestnut continues to shine to the sun its clods of soil from the past, the chestnut conserving all of its presence and witnessing with its presence the power of green hands, of shadow, of airy white or pink pyramids of dances…. and of future chestnuts which, under new dust, would be discovered by the marveled sight of other children. It is in this perspective that the work of Arp, more than any other, should be situated. He found the most vital in himself in the secrets of this germinating life where the most minimal detail is of the greatest importance, where, on the other hand, the distinction between the elements becomes meaningless, adopting a peculiar under the rock humor permanently.

Under the spreading chestnut tree I sold you and you sold me:
There lie they, and here lie we
Under the spreading chestnut tree.

Bid me despair, and I'll despair,
Under that cypress tree;
Or bid me die, and I will dare
E'en Death, to die for thee.

If you become a bird and fly away from me, I will be a tree that you come home to.

Build your nest upon no tree here, for ye see that God hath sold the forest to death.

Under a spreading chestnut-tree
The village smithy stands;
The smith, a mighty man is he,
With large and sinewy hands;
And the muscles of his brawny arms
Are strong as iron bands.

Beyond are greens where pink chestnuts, may trees and copper beeches flaunt themselves gaily.

Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?

Suddenly the day was gone,
night came out from under each tree and spread.

I swear, there is in me no wizardry of word.
I speak to you with silence like a cloud or a tree.

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