Alphonse Pénaud (May 31, 1850 – October 22, 1880), was a 19th-century French pioneer of aviation design and engineering. He was the originator of the use of twisted rubber to power model aircraft, and his 1871 model airplane, which he called the Planophore, was the first truly successful automatically stable flying model. He went on to design a full sized aircraft with many advanced features, but was unable to get any support for the project, and eventually committed suicide in 1880, aged 30.
Pénaud was born in Paris into a naval family, his father being an admiral in the French Navy. Because of a hip disease he walked with the aid of crutches and so was unable to attend the Naval School. At 20, he began studying aviation and joined the newly founded Société Aéronautique de France. He became vice-president of the Society in 1876 and participated in the publication of the journal L'Aéronaute.
In 1870 Pénaud made the first of a series of successful model helicopters. The principle of this was not new, having been demonstrated to the French Academy of Sciences in 1784 by M. Launoy, a naturalist, and M. Bienvenu., and was known by Sir George Cayley, but it was the first use of twisted rubber to power a flying model. During the early years of the development of heavier-than-air flight, many experimenters were to use this method of propulsion for experimental models, including Lawrence Hargrave and A.V. Roe.
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Tu me tratas de un mal modo
Parece que estoy en un mal sueño pero en verdad
eres mi dueño
Otra vez a cocinar
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e-e-er
De chocolate o de limón
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Y Recuerda que vivimos siempre en un infierno
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No se cuanto tiempo tenemos
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Por lo pronto hay que ir hojeando el menú u-u-u
Para empezar un buen sirlon
Con mucha grasa y guarnición
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Para callar a esta voz que escucho en mi interior
Y recuerda que vivimos siempre en un infierno
Tu problema es la obsesión, ¿o es nuestro?
Pecaremos contra los estándares del bello