11 de febrer Dia Internacional de les Dones i les Nenes en la Ciència.
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La poetessa norteamericana Adrienne Rich, va dedicar aquest poema a Marie Curie.
Power
Living in the earth-deposits of our history
Today a backhoe divulged out of a crumbling flank of earth
one bottle amber perfect a hundred-year-old
cure for fever or melancholy a tonic
for living on this earth in the winters of this climate.
one bottle amber perfect a hundred-year-old
cure for fever or melancholy a tonic
for living on this earth in the winters of this climate.
Today I was reading about Marie Curie:
she must have known she suffered from radiation sickness
her body bombarded for years by the element
she had purified
It seems she denied to the end
the source of the cataracts on her eyes
the cracked and suppurating skin of her finger-ends
till she could no longer hold a test-tube or a pencil
she must have known she suffered from radiation sickness
her body bombarded for years by the element
she had purified
It seems she denied to the end
the source of the cataracts on her eyes
the cracked and suppurating skin of her finger-ends
till she could no longer hold a test-tube or a pencil
She died a famous woman denying
her wounds
denying
her wounds came from the same source as her power.
her wounds
denying
her wounds came from the same source as her power.
PODER
«Vivía en los sedimentos de tierra de nuestra historia
Hoy una excavadora extrajo de un ruinoso rincón de tierra
una botella ámbar perfecta una cura de cien años atrás
para la fiebre o la melancolía un tónico
para vivir en esta tierra en los inviernos de este clima
una botella ámbar perfecta una cura de cien años atrás
para la fiebre o la melancolía un tónico
para vivir en esta tierra en los inviernos de este clima
Hoy leí algo sobre Marie Curie:
tuvo que saber que estaba enferma por la radiación
durante años su cuerpo fue bombardeado por el elemento
que ella había purificado
Al parecer negó hasta el final
el origen de las cataratas en sus ojos
la piel cuarteada y supurante en la punta de sus dedos
hasta que ya no pudo sujetar una probeta o un lápiz
tuvo que saber que estaba enferma por la radiación
durante años su cuerpo fue bombardeado por el elemento
que ella había purificado
Al parecer negó hasta el final
el origen de las cataratas en sus ojos
la piel cuarteada y supurante en la punta de sus dedos
hasta que ya no pudo sujetar una probeta o un lápiz
Murió famosa negando
sus heridas
negando
que sus heridas provenían de la misma fuente
que su poder»
Kate Bush canta Pi
sus heridas
negando
que sus heridas provenían de la misma fuente
que su poder»
Kate Bush canta Pi
Pi
Sweet and gentle sensitive man
With an obsessive nature and deep fascination
For numbers
And a complete infatuation with the calculation
Of PI
With an obsessive nature and deep fascination
For numbers
And a complete infatuation with the calculation
Of PI
Oh he love, he love, he love
He does love his numbers
And they run, they run, they run him
In a great big circle
In a circle of infinity
He does love his numbers
And they run, they run, they run him
In a great big circle
In a circle of infinity
3.1415926535 897932
3846 264 338 3279
3846 264 338 3279
Oh he love, he love, he love
He does love his numbers
And they run, they run, they run him
In a great big circle
In a circle of infinity
But he must, he must, he must
Put a number to it
He does love his numbers
And they run, they run, they run him
In a great big circle
In a circle of infinity
But he must, he must, he must
Put a number to it
50288419 716939937510
582319749 44 59230781
6406286208 821 4808651 32
582319749 44 59230781
6406286208 821 4808651 32
Oh he love, he love, he love
He does love his numbers
And they run, they run, they run him
In a great big circle
In a circle of infinity
He does love his numbers
And they run, they run, they run him
In a great big circle
In a circle of infinity
Fuente: LyricFind
Autores de la canción: Kate Bush
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