... القمر يبكي رحيل ابنه الاول ...

[ود المامون]

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... رحل يوم السبت الماضي 25 اغسطس ... رئد الفضاء الامريكي نيل ارمسترونغ ... اول انسان تطأ قدماه سطح القمر ... وصاحب المقوله الشهيرة ... ( .. انها خطوة صغيرة لانسان ولكنها قفزة كبيرة للانسانية .. ) ..


... استرعي انتباهي فقرة من مقال ... من الدرين .. الرجل الثاني الذي صعد الي القمر ...


one of the mistakes made by Nasa was “that we never sent anyone who could really communicate what was happening”.
As well as engineers and pilots, the Moonwalkers should have included writers, a poet perhaps, or an artist among the pilot-jocks. Then, along with the seismographs and geological samples, the analysis of the lunar soil and measurements of craters and mountains, we would have heard how the Moon smells of gunpowder and tastes of burnt sulphur; of how, after taking their bulky suits off in the module, moon dust and grit would get into every crack and crevice on the body, of the cold and the terror, and exactly what it is like to gaze up at the Earth, a blue and green orb that from the Moon appears four times the size that the Moon does from our world. And the Moon ‑ the reality of it ‑ remains a missed opportunity for art and literature.



تري ماذا سيكتب .... لو ضمت الرحلة ... شاعر مثل .. ابو صلاح .. او عبدالرحمن الريح .. او الطيب صالح ..



... كل الحب ...