«This is my
delight, thus to wait and watch at the wayside where shadow chases light and
the rain comes in the wake of the summer.
Messengers,
with tidings from unknown skies, greet me and speed along the road. My heart is
glad within, and the breath of the passing breeze is sweet.
From dawn
till dusk I sit here before my door, and I know that of a sudden the happy
moment will arrive when I shall see.
In the
meanwhile I smile and I sing all alone. In the meanwhile the air is filling
with the perfume of promise.»
Gitanjali, Rabindranath Tagore
Le Petit Soldat, JLGodard
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