Showing posts with label Tailandia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tailandia. Show all posts
03 July 2012
30 September 2011
23 September 2011
Ratchadapisek Bridge across the Wang River in Lampang (Thailand)
Deep valley, homestead, flowing river
Skyline a fence climbing up to clouds white
Clad with peaks stretching out in a long chain
A sparkling mass whose arms hug the land
The heart dreams of peace
Amidst sorrow and ceaselessly rampant fire
Life percolates slowly and knows how to hear
Love and hope like rain poured to douse the heat.
Skyline a fence climbing up to clouds white
Clad with peaks stretching out in a long chain
A sparkling mass whose arms hug the land
The heart dreams of peace
Amidst sorrow and ceaselessly rampant fire
Life percolates slowly and knows how to hear
Love and hope like rain poured to douse the heat.
From Thai poet Angkarn Chanthathip
06 September 2011
Suspension bridge over the Mae Kok River in the Lam Nam Kok National Park (Thailand)
Rice fields – mountain jungle – river – overseas
People – distant countryside
Each and every town
Always strange in the telling
Adrift – wandering
Like your soul
O gypsy…
How to tell the hot wind on its way here
That dreams are fast asleep
In the safe houses of fairy tales
People – distant countryside
Each and every town
Always strange in the telling
Adrift – wandering
Like your soul
O gypsy…
How to tell the hot wind on its way here
That dreams are fast asleep
In the safe houses of fairy tales
By the thai poet
Angkarn Chanthathip
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30 September 2007
25 September 2007
Supension bridge across the Pai river in Chiang Dao (Thailand)
San Elefante
animal santo
del bosque sempiterno,
todo materia fuerte
fina y equilibrada,
cuero de talabartería planetaria,
marfil compacto, satinado,
sereno comol a carne de la luna,
...
Beginning of Oda al Elefante
Pablo Neruda
19 September 2007
Krungthep Bridge over the Chao Phraya River in Bangkok (Thailand)
'There it was, spread largely on both banks… an expanse of brown houses of bamboo, of mats, of leaves, of a vegetable-matter style of architecture, sprung out of the brown soil on the banks of the muddy river. Here and there in the distance, above the crowded mob of low, brown roof ridges, towered great piles of masonry, King’s Palaces, temples, gorgeous and dilapidated, crumbling under the vertical sunlight, tremendous, overpowering, almost palpable, which seemed to enter one’s breast with the breath of one’s nostrils and soak into one’s limbs through every pore of one’s skin.’
Bangkok by Joseph Conrad
10 September 2007
Drawing of Rama IX Bridge over the Chao Phraya river in Bangkok (Thailand)
Bridge on the river Kwai in Kanchanaburi (Thailand)
2. Construction work started in October 1942. A year later on 23 October 1943 rail laying was completed. About 60,000 men consisting of Indian, Burmese, Malaysian, Indonesian, Chinese and Thai labourers as well as prisoners of war took part in the construction work.
3. The diesel power traction car shown here was used during the construction. It could be run either on road or railway track. The road wheels would be lowered into position when required. The steam locomotive shown was employed for military transport service on this line.
Text in a plaque in the River Kwai Bridge
10 September 2006
Bridge over the river Kwai in Kanchanaburi (Thailand)
In front of us, made up of bridges stolen from
the Dutch East Indies, lies the bridge whose every
nail is still struck home in nights of old men.
With you wedged next to me
I hear them lie there listening to the hammering
on sleep. Orders ring out across the water.
In echoes the frail voice of grandpa, and the angry one
of his son who struck you with it till you bled
the Dutch East Indies, lies the bridge whose every
nail is still struck home in nights of old men.
With you wedged next to me
I hear them lie there listening to the hammering
on sleep. Orders ring out across the water.
In echoes the frail voice of grandpa, and the angry one
of his son who struck you with it till you bled
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