The cardo was the main north–south-oriented street in Ancient Roman cities, military camps, and coloniae.
The cardo, an integral component of city planning, was lined with shops and vendors, and served as a hub of economic life. The main cardo was called cardo maximus.
Most Roman cities also had a Decumanus Maximus, an east-west street that served as a secondary main street. Due to varying geography, in some cities the decumanus is the main street and the cardo is secondary, but in general the cardo maximus served as the primary road. The Forum was normally located at the intersection of the Decumanus and the Cardo. The cardo was the "hinge" or axis of the city, derived from the same root as cardinal.
The Cardo Maximus of Apamea, Syria ran through the centre of the city directly from North to South, linked the principal gates of the city, and was originally surrounded by 1200 columns with unique spiral fluting, each subsequent column spiralling in the opposite direction. The thoroughfare was about 1.85 kilometres long and 37 metres wide, as it was used for wheeled transport. The great colonnade was erected in the 2nd century and it was still standing until the 12th. The earthquakes of 1157 and 1170 demolished the colonnade. The cardo was lined on both sides with civic and religious buildings.
Bembo is a 1929 old-style serif typeface most commonly used for body text. It is based on a design cut by Francesco Griffo for printer Aldus Manutius around 1495, and named for his first publication with it, a small 1496 book of writing by the poet and cleric Pietro Bembo.
The revival was designed by the Monotype Corporation around 1928-9, as part of a revival of interest in the types used in renaissance printing. It has held lasting popularity since as an attractive, legible book typeface. Prominent users of Bembo have included the Everyman's Library series, Penguin Books, both Oxford and Cambridge University Press, the National Gallery and Edward Tufte.
The roman, or regular style of Bembo was designed by Griffo, sometimes called 'Francesco da Bologna' (of Bologna). He cut punches for the Venetian press of the humanist printer Aldus Manutius. Manutius at first printed only works in Greek. His first printing in the Latin alphabet in February 1496 (1495 by the Venetian calendar) was a book entitled Petri Bembi de Aetna Angelum Chabrielem liber, normally just called De Aetna by modern writers. This was a 60-page text about a journey to Mount Aetna written by the young Italian humanist poet Pietro Bembo, later a Cardinal and secretary to Pope Leo X. Six years later Griffo was responsible for the first italic types.
Cardo (variant: San Martín de Cardo) is one of thirteen parishes (administrative divisions) in the Gozón municipality, within the province and autonomous community of Asturias, in northern Spain.
Coordinates: 43°35′00″N 5°50′00″W / 43.583333°N 5.833333°W / 43.583333; -5.833333
C'est pas seulement ma voix qui chante.
C'est l'autre voix, une foule de voix,
Voix d'aujourd'hui ou d'autrefois,
Des voix marrantes, ensoleill?es,
D?sesp?r?es, ?merveill?es,
Voix d?chirantes et bris?es,
Voix souriantes et affol?es,
Folles de douleur et de gaiet?.
C'est la voix d'un chagrin tout neuf,
La voix de l'amour mort ou vif,
La voix d'un pauvre fugitif,
La voix d'un noy? qui fait plouf.
C'est la voix d'une enfant qu'on gifle,
C'est la voix d'un oiseau craintif,
La voix d'un moineau mort de froid
Sur le pav? d' la rue d' la joie...
Et toujours, toujours, quand je chante,
Cet oiseau-l? chante avec moi.
Toujours, toujours, encore vivante,
Sa pauvre voix tremble pour moi.
Si je disais tout ce qu'il chante,
Tout c'que j'ai vu et tout c'que j'sais,
J'en dirais trop et pas assez
Et tout ?a, je veux l'oublier.
D'autres voix chantent un vieux refrain.
C'est leur souvenir, c'est plus le mien.
Je n'ai plus qu'un seul cri du c?ur :
"J'aime pas l'malheur ! J'aime pas l'malheur !"
Et le malheur me le rend bien
Mais je l' connais, il m' fait plus peur.
Il dit qu'on est mari?s ensemble.
M?me si c'est vrai, je n'en crois rien.
Sans piti?, j'?crase mes larmes.
Je leur fais pas d'publicit?.
Si on tirait l'signal d'alarme
Pour des chagrins particuliers,
Jamais les trains n'pourraient rouler
Et je regarde le paysage.
Si par hasard, il est trop laid,
J'attends qu'il se refasse une beaut?
Et les douaniers du d?sespoir
Peuvent bien ?ventrer mes bagages,
Me palper et me questionner,
J'ai jamais rien ? d?clarer.
L'amour, comme moi, part en voyage.
Un jour je le rencontrerai.
A peine j'aurai vu son visage,