#far niente

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Quand je n’ai rien à faire, et qu’à peine un nuage Dans les champs bleus du ciel, flocon de laine, nage, J’aime à m’écouter vivre, et, libre de soucis, Loin des chemins poudreux, à demeurer assis Sur un moelleux tapis de fougère et de mousse, Au bord des bois touffus où la chaleur s’émousse. Là, pour tuer le temps, j’observe la fourmi Qui, pensant au retour de l’hiver ennemi, Pour son grenier dérobe un grain d’orge à la gerbe, Le puceron qui grimpe et se pende au brin d’herbe, La chenille traînant ses anneaux veloutés, La limace baveuse aux sillons argentés, Et le frais papillon qui de fleurs en fleurs vole. Ensuite je regarde, amusement frivole, La lumière brisant dans chacun de mes cils, Palissade opposée à ses rayons subtils, Les sept couleurs du prisme, ou le duvet qui flotte En l’air, comme sur l’onde un vaisseau sans pilote ; Et lorsque je suis las je me laisse endormir, Au murmure de l’eau qu’un caillou fait gémir, Ou j’écoute chanter près de moi la fauvette, Et là-haut dans l’azur gazouiller l’alouette.

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When I have nothing to do, and barely a cloud In the blue fields of the sky, flakes of wool, swiming, I like to listen to myself live, and, free of worries, Far from the powdery paths, to remain seated On a soft carpet of ferns and moss, At the edge of the bushy woods where the heat dulls. There, to kill time, I observe the ant Who, thinking of the return of the enemy winter, For its attic steals a grain of barley from the sheaf, The aphid which climbs and hangs itself from the blade of grass, The caterpillar dragging its velvety rings, The sluggish slug with silvery furrows, And the fresh butterfly which flies from flower to flower. Then I watch, frivolous fun, The light breaking in each of my eyelashes, Palisade opposed to its subtle rays, The seven colors of the prism, or the down which floats In the air, as on the wave of an unmanned ship; And when I am weary I let myself fall asleep, At the murmur of water that a pebble makes moan, Or I listen to the warbler sing near me, And up there in the azure as the lark chirps.

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Far-niente

Théophile Gautier  1811-1872

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Graphic - James Tissot  1836-1902

[ma-pi-ma]

Il mio spirito è avido soltanto

di verdi campi, di sole,

di vino; di starmene seduta

a non far niente.

Virginia Woolf

[amoituoiocchineri]

Quell’insana voglia di far niente.

[unastanzapienadilibri]

Perché se non sono felice non so far niente e io non ho voglia di non saper far niente.

Compagno di sbronze, Charles Bukowski

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The Holiday Gifts You May Want to Keep This Year

The Holiday Gifts You May Want to Keep This Year

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