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      Arts
      &
      Enterainment
     
    
   
   
    
     
      The
      Cadre
      +
      13
      October
      1998
     
    
   
   
    
     
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      arts
      &
      entertainment
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
         
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
        
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
        
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
        
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
        
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
        
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
         
     
    
   
   
    
     
      City
      Cinema
      Movie
     
     
      Line-up
     
    
   
   
    
     
      La
      Promesse
     
    

    
     
      Oct.
      14-18th
     
     
      14,16&18th
      at
      9pm
     
     
      15&17th
      at
      7pm
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Safe
      Men
     
    

    
     
      Oct.
      14-20th
     
     
      14,16&18th
      at
      9pm
     
     
      15,17,19&20th
      at
      7pm
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Tickets:
      Regular
      $7.00
     
     
      Member
      $4.50
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      “My
      Land”
     
     
      Marc
      Chagall
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Only
      that
      land
      is
      mine
     
    

    
     
      That
      lies
      in
      my
      soul.
     
    

    
     
      As
      anative,
      with
      no
      documents,
     
     
      I
      enter
      that
      land.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      It
      sees
      my
      sorrow
     
    

    
     
      And
      loneliness,
     
    

    
     
      Puts
      me
      to
      sleep
     
    

    
     
      And
      covers
      me
      with
      a
      fragrance-stone.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Gardens
      are
      blooming
      inside
      me,
     
    

    
     
      My
      flowers
      I
      invented,
     
    

    
     
      My
      own
      streets--
     
    

    
     
      But
      there
      are
      no
      houses.
     
    

    
     
      They
      have
      been
      destroyed
      since
      my
      childhood.
     
     
      Their
      inhabitants
      stray
      in
      the
      air,
     
    

    
     
      Seek
      a
      dwelling,
     
    

    
     
      They
      live
      in
      my
      soul.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      That’s
      why
      I
      smile
      sometimes
     
     
      When
      the
      sun
      barely
      glimmers,
     
     
      Or
      I
      cry
     
    

    
     
      Like
      a
      light
      rain
      at
      night.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      There
      was
      a
      time
     
    

    
     
      When
      I
      had
      two
      heads,
     
    

    
     
      When
      both
      faces
      were
      covered
      with
      a
      film
      of
      love--
     
     
      And
      evaporated
      like
      the
      scent
      of
      roses.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Now
      |
      imagine
     
    

    
     
      That
      even
      when
      I
      walk
      back
     
    

    
     
      I
      walk
      forward--
     
    

    
     
      Toward
      high
      gates,
     
    

    
     
      Beyond
      them,
      walls
      are
      strewn
      about,
     
     
      Where
      worn-out
      thunders
      sleep,
     
    

    
     
      And
      broken
      lightning--------