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 HUD'S CENTURY QUATRAINS   (ENGLISH & FRENCH VERSION)

We live in a world of high technology.
A world of computers... to transplant surgery and space travel.
Yet we also live in a pervading atmosphere of mystery and magic.
Over 400 years ago the seer and astrologer (Michel de Nostredame)...better known as Nostradamus (1503-1566) composed four line verses (Quatrains) in his collective works called 'Centuries'
As a tribute to this remarkable man...
I have attempted to recapture his forgotten craft.

With grateful thanks to Athanase Vantchev de Thracy a most remarkable poet/writer for his indepth translations into French.



Poetic Quatrain (24)

The barbarity of humanity, histories true killing fields.
Corn to the slaughter, my precious daughter.
Barbarize our precious lives with lovely sharp knives.
Kill our kindred spirits, chop the lot, till you drop.

Quatrain Poetique (24)

La barbaric de notre humnaite', son histoire: des vrais champs de meurtre.
Grain de mais destine' a' l'abattage, o ma fille precieuse!
Mets de la sauvagerie dans nos vies valeureuses usant d'un beau couteau bien aiguise.
Tue nos esprits de famille, tranche, avant de choir a' ton tour, la tete du sort.


Poetic Quatrain (21)

Gog and Magog future foes of the people of the Cosmic Divinity.
The mother and sons of thinking machines.
Responsible for iniating the world process.
Primeval conflict between Light and darkness to cool by blowing.

Quatrain Poetique (21)

Gog et Magog, futurs ennemis du peuple de la Divinte Cosmique.
La mere et les fils des machines pensantes.
Responsables d'avoir initie' la marche de monde
Et le conflit primordial entre la Lumiere et les Tenebres
Pour rendre a' la creation la fraicheur par la force de leur souffle.


Poetic Quatrain (48)

Rotate my head round and round upon the ground making no sound.
Drone at the end of the phone.
Haarp is just a big digital hole.
Reawaken my soul with a long terrestrial pole.

Quatrain Poétique (48)

Faites tuner o fais tourner ma tète au-dessus de la' terre sans émettre le moindre son.
Quel bourdonnement dans le combine' a' la fin l'entretien téléphonique.
Jouer de la harpe n'est qu'une profonde beyonce numérique.
Revellillez o réveillez mon âme avec un haut mat de cocagne.


Poetic Quatrain (45)

Discovery of clockwork systems.
Manufacturer's zest bites zero.
Severity of pleasure and pain.
Future syndicates, buying historic packaged lives.

Quatrain Poétique (45)

Découverte des systèmes qui gouverne les rouages des horloges.
Le goût de Fabricant moed le Zéro.
Rudesse du plaisir, dureté' de la douleur.
Des sociétés a' venir, qui achèteront
L'histoire empaquetée des vies humaines.



Copyright Hud 2010-2012, Writer/Poet/Philosopher, All rights reserved worldwide.

Tranduit en Francais par Athanase Vantchev de Thracy.
Translated into French By Anthanse Vantchev de Tracy.




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