2017-05-04 목

• 2017-05-04 01:35 '이번 대선에서 유일하게 공무원의 정치기본권 공약을 내놓은 사람은 정의당 심상정 대선 후보다. 심 후보는 공약집에서 교원과 공무원의 정치기본권과 정치활동을 보장하겠다고 밝혔다.'
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  "공무원의 표현의 자유가 보장됐으면 최순실 사태도 없었을 거예요. 정권에 눈치 보지 않고 말할 수 있잖아요. 대통령이 국정농단하고 있을 때 최초로 문제 제기했던 유진룡 장관 쫓겨났죠. 최순실이 권력서열 1위라고 폭로한 박관천 경정도 묵살당했죠. 그런데 (공직 사회에선) 내부자 의견이 자유롭게 표출돼야 국민 의견이 반영될 수 있어요. 안 그러면 그게 독재자이지 뭡니까."
• 2017-05-04 09:29 눈물의 쵸코케잌​

  

  

• 2017-05-04 사전 투표 완료.
  마지막 순간까지 고민했다.
• 2017-05-04 12:16 도법스님 을 뵐 수 없으니 도법스님 책을 읽으며 마음을 가다듬는다. 어디를 펼쳐도 지금 내 삶에 도움이 되는 말씀들. 자낙스보다 훨씬 효과있음ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ. 아아 도법스님 뵙고싶다. #books #도법스님 #망설일것없네당장부처로살게나​

  

• 2017-05-04 17:43 - at 곤트란쉐리에 합정점​

  

  

• 2017-05-04 18:28 '정치인들의 젊은시절​'
  - 젊음은 어쨌든 대부분 아름답다. 곱게 늙자.
  문후보님 사진에 심쿵.
  사진을 저장하려는데 페북 나한테 왜이럼?​

  

• 2017-05-04 19:51 오늘 교보문고 합정점에 갔다가 선물받은 '회색 여우'. 우리 지지 닮은 여우가 나온다. 불어를 1도 몰라서 무슨 내용인지 자세히는 모르겠는데 이따 구글번역기 돌려서 죄다 알아내겠음!ㅋㅋㅋㅋ 고마워요!​

  

  

  Once upon a cover of a library album, there was a big gray wolf with long pointed teeth. His name was Gray Wolf, Gray Wolf from the Black Forest. For in the forest of the history in which Loup-Gris lived, there were only trees without leaves, as black as the darkest night.

  And Gray Wolf was bored in his story. It was in vain to go through all the pages ... Nothing Not the smallest rabbit to put under the tooth. Not the least flower to watch grow. Not even a bird to listen to sing ... Nothing Nothing but Gray Wolf, sad to weep among its black trees.

  One fine morning (it was a Sunday, and the library was closed), Loup-Gris finally decided. He went quietly out of his story, and wolf-wittedly went to his cousin Loup-Brun, who lodged a few books later.

  - How bored you are! Exclaimed Brown Wolf. But let's see, in your story, there's a Little Red Riding Hood?
  - Uh ... No! Answered Loup-Gris.
  - No Red Riding Hood! Ah ... And a grandmother well plump when you pull the peg. There is indeed a grandmother in your story?
  - A grandmother? ... No.
  - Let's go. Said Loup-Brun. What a strange story! ... He thought for a few moments. Listening.
  - Go, therefore, to my advice from my cousin Loup-Noir, on the radius just below. I'm sure he'll be able to advise you.

  Gray Wolf jumped onto the bottom shelf and saw the long black-wolf tail stretching between the books.
  - So, you get bored! Said Black Wolf, chuckling. Yet, in your forest, there are three little pigs?
  - Pigs? No.
  - Calm down. Three little pigs who build their house!
  - No, I assure you! Neither grandmother, nor Hood, nor pigs building their house!
  - Wolf-Black looked pensive.
  - Listen, said he, I do not understand your story... No pigs! But wait, I have an old uncle there, in a big album on the green display. I'm sure he'll be able to advise you.

  Gray Wolf slowly approached the green display and saw the white leg of a big wolf.
  - How, my friend, said Loup-Blanc, are you bored? But tell me, in your story, what do you do with the goat?
  - The goat?
  - Yes, the goat and its seven beasts.
  - But there is no goat! No more than pigs, grandmother or Chaperon. And even fewer than seven pegs!
  Wolf-White shrugged his shoulders.
  - My poor friend, he said, I do not see what I could do for you. No goats! No bikes! What a story!

  Gray Wolf sadly walked away, head down. He was about to regain his place in the hollow of his black forest, when a little voice made him raise his ears.
  - Pssit! Pssit! Loup-Gris, I can help you!
  - Who speaks? asked Gray Wolf.
  - Me, the bird In the cage of the grandmother. There, higher.
  Grey Wolf Looked up and saw a tiny bird in a cage on the cover of a little book near a grandmother asleep in her chair.

  - Help Me? You? Sneered Gray Wolf.
  - And why not! Here, approach! But do not make any noise especially. Grandmother light sleep. Come on, come nearer!
  Gray Wolf approached on tip-toe legs.
  - If you open the door of my cage, whispered the bird, I will offer you a forest.
  - A forest! You! But comm ...?
  - Shhh! Cut the bird by pointing to the clock hanging on the wall.
  Grandmother Open the cage, and you'll see.
  Gray wolf hesitated. A little bird...! Finally, with the end of a claw, he pushed the latch that closed the door of the cage, and the bird flew away.
  - Thank you, he said. Come on now!'

  'Loup-Gris followed the bird that soon landed on the smallest tree in its history.
  - So ... My forest?
  - Softly! Slowly! You will have your forest.
  But it will take time. You will have to help me.
  - Well, let's go, and say Gray Wolf, leaping on his paws.
  - Well, if you want, said the bird, Dig a little hole with your paw. Count six steps and start again. I come again. He flew away.
  Gray Wolf dug a hole, counted six paces and began again.

  The bird soon returned, and deposited in the hollow of the first hole the handsome chestnut that he had stroked among the autumn leaves of the Book of the Seasons.
  - Come on, re-plug the hole, I'll be back.
  All six Wolf-Gray stopped the hole and went back to work, not digging. The bird, on the other hand, continued to carry on his merry-go-round, bringing in turn an acorn, a chestnut, a hazelnut or a chestnut, which he was pecking through the books, and which Gray Wolf covered at once with a little earth.

  From page to page, they worked until sunset. Loup-Gris had the tip of the legs all skinned, the bird the wings broken with fatigue. But they were happy. Then they fell asleep under the stars, huddled together.

  하루종일 숲에 씨앗을 심고 잠든 새와 늑대.

  

  - And now? Asked Loup-Gris, waking up the next morning.
  - Now we need the help of a few friends. But let me do it, I come back.
  Loup-Gris watched as the bird landed on the documentary shelf.
  - Let's see ... In the days of the dinosaurs ... Marine animals ... He was jumping from book to book.
  - ... The weather. That's what we need.

  In three wings, he disappeared between the pages and came back, a few moments later, accompanied by a small gray cloud, It began to rain. Shivering with cold, hair dripping. Wolf Gray was gray mine.
  - Come, do not make that head, "said the bird. It is all good for our forest.
  He went with the gray cloud and returned shortly afterwards in the company of a beautiful sun that dried Gray Wolf and warmed the earth.
  - Very good! Very good! sang the bird.
  - Very good ... Very good ... grumbled Loup-Gris. I do not see anything changing me.
  And yet ...

  One fine morning, a little green shoot pointed the end of the nose between the black trees. Then another one the next day. Another, In a few days, where Gray Wolf had buried acorns and chestnuts. Nuts and chestnuts, tiny trees unfolded their branches and unrolled their leaves. Loup-Gris could not believe his eyes. He trotted from page to page, pushing small groans of the plate, and the bird fluttered above him whistling. - You see, I told you so.

  In a few weeks, the highest branches stroked the belly of Loup-Gris. And his forest soon sheltered three ladybirds, a snail, two scarabs, six butterflies, which came to take the sun, placed on a leaf, or resting in the fresh shade of the new-born trees.
  Loup-Gris was happy.

  And here, said the bird. You got it, your forest, now. A little patience was enough, you see. Loup-Gris had tears in his eyes. You were right, that's true. But now? ... Hey, hey! Said the bird with a mocking expression. Now, you have only to find a story ... And precisely, I believe that it is not very far. Loup-Gris turned and noticed a pretty white goat over there under the forest.

  It was Blanquette, the little goat of M. Seguin, who went into the mountains through the forest. Then Loup-Gris hid behind a bush.
  The goat came to him trotting, stopping from time to time to graze a clump of tender grass or to follow the flight of a butterfly among the flowers.
  Gray Wolf watched her pass by holding her breath, Hey! Must say she was pretty, Monsieur Seguin's little goat! Then, with no wolf, he followed her towards the mountain, licking her lips.