Saturday 30 April 2016

Peter Lemesurier

In Memory, R.I.P. my friend
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there; I did not die
           Mary Elizabeth Frye

Saturday 23 April 2016

Web Site

After more than 64,000 virus erased from my web site I reload all the stuff, still some layout not very nice but all the scanned books are there…

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