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IT FOR ME Nipple BACK TO THESE PAGES ... + FACEBOOK BUT A BLOG IS HARD TO MANAGE FOR LACK OF TIME, THE 2 SAME TIME! BUT I DO NOT LOSE HOPE ENOUGH OF ORGANIZING AND I KNOW THAT SOME ... LITTLE BUT SOME ... MON MAY BE HAPPY TO COME-BACK! WAITING FOR ALL AND ALL, I wish you HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

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snowing so the fire embroider those ...

here's a nice pattern and circumstances gleaned from my friend Marie Claire when its doors open. Bravo dear Marie Claire for everything you do for this orphanage in Cambodia.

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Upon exposure of Kutzenhausen, my sweet but frumpy competitor (in fact I am quite unable to compete on the basis of its 20 years of experience) I accused of publishing on my blog this embroidery he said belonged to him, give to Caesar what belongs to César.Voilà is done!

If you want to read his little note, you can click on the image to enlarge.

PS: I did not find that ... But you can be, we went to the replay of X articles. I laugh because I just found a good way to make you browse my blog! !

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opening of the Museum of the embroidery Gerstheim 4déc at December 20

For those who would like to make a little trip I opened the December 4 to 20 on CALL TEL only in 06 60 06 56 44 . Provide clothing hot because the room is unheated.

Thanks to Joel "Time of things" for giving me this great little pattern.

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I commend thee to the wind ...

To have wanted to live with me You're wasted
two years of your life
Two years suspended
To ensure your cross on my insomnia
Yet you you have all
And given all the best from yourself
In all my own
Always kept folded on myself

My poor love, be happier now
My poor love, I'll defer to the wind You


you tried to understand what my songs meant
Kneeling in existence
You encouraged me to write
But I stayed tight

Indifferent to your desires to put his life in music
We sometimes forget to live

My poor love, be happier now
My poor love, I commend thee to the wind

's all my fault today
And I recognize my mistakes
indifferent to such love
I acknowledge my moods undrinkable
But you do not look back
Go right on your new
way I've never liked me
And I'm no tomorrow

My poor love, be happier now
My poor love, I'll defer to the wind
My poor love, be happier now
My poor love, I'll defer to the wind

HUBERT FELIX THIEFAINE

If a person wishes to remain at your side, it is not to focus or be put on the siding, forgotten ... It is simply this desire together to share difficult times but also joy that is life! Is it still not to forget ...

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I wanted to emphasize, say, proclaiming the ... That's it! Plume

There is this long (but come on, forget ... ) I was sent down en masse on a blog. The quote is useless, especially since this blog deserves quality of all of you, your visits, but I'm sure you know the path to get there! ... Yes, go ahead! Among the complaints which I was charged, it enters another for saying bad things about Mylène Farmer, saying that his voice as much as his lyrics left me unmoved. Doubtless there had I not gone with the back of the spoon! Since then I have watched many videos of this lady, I even bought the DVD of his last tour, and I confess: I LOVE. So forgive me for my comments too quickly released on the singer but also because, So far I like the physical sensuality of this woman as much as the words of some of his songs, the beauty also made some posts, and simply by the beauty of its words, its not dance, she knew me show what a woman ... So yes, I post this video Mylène hoping simply go to one of his concerts during his upcoming tour.

J'OSE AND SIGN: MICHEL

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that arises in simple words ...

Mat ... Acting or shine!

If, in our pen ...
Soaked, sharp, sharp
inventive, creative or dilapidated
We were only simple writers
Puppeteers
a theater of shadows and lights

A Fragile mean our emotions ...

Say ... What this verb
suddenly seems ridiculous, uneducated, small
It lacks grandeur!

Translate more than an image,
The verb is launched ... Give
finally bursts of brilliance
In poor stature aback,
Monolithics,
marble, rigid
For Life events.

Feathers! Just an aside
Before returning to the subject ... I
, Tu, Il! How ... Do not count!
feathers have we left on the pavement
On the Footprints?

In this labyrinth of life
Where in itself but also our fellow
Everything seems to be a hassle ...
My pen wants to be fruitful
And no more dying sad wreck! The scribe that

I'm probably
is looking, lost, drawn

Pen As a crane operator scans the horizon ...

With the sole obsession
to bury forever the ghost!

This fixed position
Hitchhiking our thoughts,
Do not let this morbid distress
Invade our cockpit!
Let them grace, wander
compliance with our ideas ... damn
By our words, take over!

To ignore these criticisms unjustified
If heavy and cumbersome to digest! Immature
probably we
And then, what does it matter if
through our lives,
These writings
We like to keep salt intoxication
And our child's soul ...

"Concern for his own image , that's the incorrigible immaturity of man "
- Milan Kundera - The

fireworks are so useful in the real deception
Protection? The
not to dare to assert, say
Accepting ... Finally, Live!

Wasabi! I'm tempted to say
insult it is not so!
But for a taste of mustard
face of so much misunderstanding
Who me up in his face ...
Would we all gagged?

The fullness of the heart will always
alone

One way to tell us without shame.

Just like our words
placed on the sheet of paper tied
Sometimes, entangled,
As if to marry ...
The heart has its reasons, sometimes
That aberration
Or lack of discernment,
We are tempted to forget!
Love is something unique and profound

... But remember
Friendship is also a sense
Colorful, full of joy.
Make this coloring
never gets better,
her stay as soft as silk
Hot!

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heady Nothing in my words today ... Like any poet
taken his melancholy
No of joy ... One friend
Sweet madness
Lover From Accompanying
my torment! My spleen

He alone helps me write.

No idea in my innermost being germinate
I let my mind wander ...
On another more abrasive paper, not glossy!
Shall I just like a stucco
That element washed, sanded,
Simple relief decoration

one life ... But not that,
Mine!

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From Facebook and I put it here in my pages! ... No applause, I have no credit!

The injury

"An injury often gives the impression that this is the end of the world,

but this is not true.

The injury hurts.

The extent to which you agree to be injured,

and I do not want to be hurt, but many will agree ,

is the extent to which you are willing to love and be loved

and learn to love.

Love can be your teacher,

even if what he teaches you is to never turn away

experience of suffering.

The others are not the cause of your suffering;

the source of your injury is the fact you like.

Trust love.

If love should hurt you, let him hurt you, completely.

Let you down to nothing.

Let your heart be broken to open fully, so that

even deeper love can be found .....

This willingness to be vulnerable requires more courage

that cynicism, strength or power.

It takes courage to be open, innocent, ready to be hurt .....

consent to be injured is critical, because

without such consent, we can not agree

to love, to die, live or simply to be. "

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I know! This blog ... Forgiveness, the man who is the handle, leading to this magical place where once free, he can say is live, at the option of stretching their aspirations, fantasies, doubts, desires and many sighs, changes over ... But he turned the page? No, I love you all so much! I am writing to you, faithful friends and readers to link passengers boarded through my pages and thank you first and tell you that reading with you taught me a lot. In this exchange, this online friendship ties have been forged, that I will never forget. They are for me momentum rooted forever in the depths of my memory! So do not blame me if I try my hand bonant-malant when the ship is docked and not cast in a different style: the writing ...

It is a need, a necessity so often repressed ... Novice in this area, I am the very early stages but in me when my pen revolves, rotates and put my feelings, I feel a great pleasure ... No, she is not orgasmic, but what do I care ... The feeling of not having made the right!

So I can understand that you have no desire to follow me ... I do not want you and it does not prevent me to go into your homes when I learned through your words, your words, what social life!

MICHEL

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A squawk at first ...

Beyond evils "Walks and ramblings of souls"

Chapter Four - A Quack in the first place ...

We engulfed all three in my old pulls ahead of us in the parking sky, since already a certain period of time ... It was probably resented the abrupt climatic changes since the autumn ignition key barely turned, she began to cough, making a terrible cough. Buoyed by my generous nature, full of good attention, my fingers began to search for any cough deep in my bag. I caused me to face it, any more than pellets Pullmoll Bronchitol for him to clear the cough and respiratory its fluidity! Would she leave us stranded, which we barely tasted freedom?

No, but she was not dumb in front of his obvious weakness, it was not far to go from life to death!

Aisha waited patiently probably pensive, but cool and zen in the back seat and me who never stopped running and return the key in every direction, hoping not to hear him cough, but really s' Shake ...

- Chiotti of car, if you got the heart, forget your death imagery and starts ... Dirt! Have I cried, wild with anger.

The evil eye he was pitted against us, bad luck does it ever stop? But I had to temper it and tell me that under such circumstances, such imponderables, some call it bad luck, and others call it life!

The rain suddenly redoubled force, violence ... I started thinking, finding some of my lucidity, forgetting the idea antitussives preposterous to start 'Titin' ... Another idea came to any light crossed my mind ... more clear, put, a beautiful transparency. Well, well, once will not hurt! A bit of clarity came over me and put myself to smile, the idea had germinated in me as beautiful as a sweet pea, but already I feared, as fragile as a feather: go ask for help, but to whom? A former Taulier "John" or one of his henchmen?

Charles began to boil and abruptly left the fund. The face dripping, soaked clothes and shoes that looked more like huge ships, he walked around the car and struck him many blows on the face killers so as to leave traces on the body, it passes like a devil ... Enrage to wait whim of Mrs. utility service, although it wants according to his good will, initiate any noise from us. He could not forgive him when he refused to comply. What a mess he thought! He, usually so laid could not accept this fact he considered a betrayal, worse, a failure.

Exited his usual phlegm, he wanted to take his revenge on that damned and yet so banal twist of fate ... After all, a car does not start commonplace happens to everyone, but he did not hear over the ear here! So many tears and emotions in him, and brought sustained he had lived, that he obviously did not want to relive it in any way and for him those minutes do not have to wait ended primer start, new beginning, were suffering ... Plus a hell!

His chosen words long, flanged bottom of its neurons are made vivid and attackers the tip of her tongue ... Then he cut, certainly not ... But once again, bring him right!

I left my turn to this cabin which denied any act of cooperation, approached my friend ... It was not to be taken lightly, far from it!

- Charles stops, you're no longer a child, much less a superman, then you will not do miracles ... Forget it! What is the reverse? Not you get it, she does not understand you, you're not on the same wavelength.

In these moments, Mechanically, I started to pull 3 points followed by 3 strokes and finally another 3 points, hoping what? But in vain, my SOS also took stock in the pouring rain ... Nobody came to help me reason with him.

His word was heard miles away round, refined language like a brat and yet makes no sense, its taf, not a drop of alcohol! No way to contain it, it was more blood flowing in his veins, but a funny mercury ... Hot, so hot, the sun magically came to appear between the clouds of heaven sealed.

It was no end of anger and swearing copiously 'Titin' that she did not care passionately.

- You'll start ... I want to shoot me, me and not clips ... You see, want to go home!

As to accompany him and better understand it with clubs even more violent on the doors, yelling after him ...

- Tired of your nitpicking my beauty, want to go ... So, stop you from coughing and you put yourself in motion ... Got it!

I would have loved that this is an aside, that the speech which he was narrator and one spectator, might end quickly ... it is as ephemeral as possible, that chatterbox of his mouth, he finally fell silent! The show became scary and extreme, I could not get a taste, the feeling that the death of the swan live ... But it was not a volatile substance of the eyes, sometimes I glanced lost a man, a friend whose pumpkin was empty, lifeless, with all his versatility, sometimes soft and tender, at other times, super-boring ... Damn, what inconstancy!

bad, I had no available psyche so that he can see his image ... I regretted, no doubt had he understood his behavior, his mistake and he would have drawn conclusions ...

The sky opened slowly, the rain stopped ... A loud sound came from heaven was heard ... the sound of a plane, a four ...

Sam! Charles began to scream ... In his delirium, scrutinizing the famous sky darkened for him, he seemed to recognize the device of her late grandfather, As the Royal Air Force ... He was jubilant, jumping for joy ...

- Go ahead, make the jump this soapbox ...

But no Hadley Page Halifax on the horizon ... The bomber had he was confused or he simply lacked ammunition?

can not cope, I'm back at the wheel, and a quarter turn I turned the ignition key ... 'Titin' no more coughing ... The sun had warmed the body, it began to purr! I caught Charles, forced him to sit ...

- It's over my friend, 'I said, comforting him.

We do not need air-cushion vehicle to finally be on the other side of the gate ... Happy, free at last!

Day, joy, tonight at the village ...

Two hours later, we asked all three of our butts around a table, a good restaurant ... the menu ... Chicken Chinese Flavors Taste flavors ... an unforgettable moment!

MICHEL

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Freedom ...

Part 3

signed papers to us freedom! The nursing department head went into the corridor towards us. We were certain that this was her and not someone else subordinate. Without even seeing her slender silhouette dominated a large black hair and brilliant as was the complexion of his skin, marking his footsteps in this place could not betray our thoughts ... Sixth sense, not! The pounding of his pumps, br uit its heels! Madame is the fart, the playing is dry, probably his hierarchical position, donor orders and mistress of John the boss ... The style of dippy enticing teaser and turned on, the silicone breast, ready to move on or g smooth as any living body! Proud, imbued with his person, that earned him many times to tease the bun with Aisha that her top of its simplicity, its sturdy character of Berber, could no longer support orders and antics of this crane dressed up Each day of the week.

I began to fear the worst. The danger was not over Charles. Calm, serene asked if he expected now as all of us, the clicking of the key turning in the lock cylinder of this postern, a bond of demarcation between two mo na are ... The one where we have long had no more notion of time, pleasure and enjoyment: cold, clinical, sterile, robotic worse ... real fortress with loopholes by measure of protection for or against whom, and why, and what the outside world in which we were to plunge, follow again the clock our sense of life too!

In the hall, the clatter of footsteps became more urgent, more intense, and I no longer dreaded the confrontation between two worlds, on the eve of my starting to civilization sation, the uncollected for a long time ... but rivalry between two women for whom the sense of the word exact beauty was so different. A solidly built like a goddess, self-centered at will, which was intended merely to look at themselves through the eyes, the attention paid to his buttocks. The other my little grandma that she kept her Kabyle rejuvenation, kindness, and more: her memories happy or unhappy past ... placed there in her heart ... The p read jewel box!

I was scared, have clamped against myself my goddess. His heart was pounding, his blood ready to turn a single word misplaced. Have filed on his cheek the softest kisses, as if to show him how much I loved her, but also to calm st. She was my beautiful island, my Corsica, all by myself. I could not allow anyone to tarnish, tarnish the good image of this worthy descendant of the Moorish kings, whose image is carved forever in the depths of my thoughts on the red brick walls of the Alhambra in Andalusia ... And could isk Granada I start to talk bad writer I am! I was ready to unpin, to throw him in full face, this bitch is mounted on godasses s at the slightest indiscretion ... Could it right for once but probably the last, but not to jump ... pleasure and joy?

Damn Me ... then I'd eagerly carried away to defend the true friendship? But she knew my friend, for her, what would I not done? Do not turn loop like a bear in a cage, to think and have my fill of past memories, loves dead, no longer be e the illusion of myself, my own enemy ... Abdicate face of adversity in life, that never gave no ... Too! Capitulate ... why? Weakness ... That was enough! Everything became clear, clear my mind , I had to stop falling into this abyss of irretrievable my thoughts offensive, draw a line fuss the past there much to bear ... Learning to live, love, accept me ... especially retrospect, to love me!

The door of the office of John when we were suddenly opened. The stilt-walkers large carnivorous shook hands with our head buried in Kador "The creative writing and daydreaming", as a good disciple of Freud ... No doubt he expected another form of greeting, in the form of caresses more subjective, but it was not ... Not to commit the irreparable ! No transparency staging, not to expose the intimate parts of their secret life, our ye ow 'sick' but nevertheless as voyeurs in every human being! Too bad, no way to splurge one last time before they block ... In our view, a desire to let go and we wish the best Madame John smashes against him tonight. We could not resist any longer, we are three accomplices, imagining the virtual scene of their play ... The brains of John with his bird Madame crane, head nurse at the time, stilt-walkers who do nice made short by launching "krooh" fun while wiping his nose ... Yes we began to laugh, a force of violence to shake the skirts of their moral virtue and small.

Goodbye beautiful imagery ... Between chuckles pl aisir and laughter, I would have liked to bring my support to poor psychological, in the process of fluff body and soul by this misleading flesh-eating ... But to each his life and no need to mention wear ... The initial is not so useful!

They looked at both, but not in love ... From a knowing wink and liberating, speaking to us, in unison, their voices were heard:

- You're fine now ... Go, good winds and above all good luck!

We were going to need it, then likely to provoke us, to desire, to seize this opportunity ... From this, we were aware.

The door finally opened, we were free of our movements, but released in that ... Only the future? One last caress the little kitten we had not tamed and a slow turtle , went out hand in hand ... winners or losers?

I remember ... It was an autumn day, it was raining outside ... We had to reinvent the tenderness, love, life. No one to expect, and cohabitant concubines had fled ... sorry but hope too!

My treasure, my friend, put his hand on my cheek ... I began to tremble ... Was it the rain, cold, or the beginning of a beautiful feeling ... nascent

LOVE FRIENDSHIP

But she had one lover

And no one remembers anymore

Taste the kiss in the neck

She asks me to kiss

I do not know if it moved

And I am embarrassed

Even just a kiss like that

Love friendship

I do not know if in disgust or pity

I cross this ocean

Who goes from friend to lover

She puts her hand on my cheek and my modesty
takes a hit
she thinks is crazy especially
That sometimes you close your eyes I see
small blue ships and sail houlent
Who ever
Inflated love and tenderness

It is very hot for an hour

But she kept her coat

Lest I track him skin

What it seeks is formidable

Car Sometimes the mouth can

In a chilling and more

That she no longer remembers

But she had one lover

And do not even remember

From the body that bends and twists

If she missed the gestures

From this love missed the rest

She remembers Moreover

From stab in the heart

Who goes from friend to lover

Vassiliu Pierre, 1970

These 3 characters will return from time to time, tell you their wanderings ...

soon ...

MICHEL

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Opening to the world of art is not easy ... I made a step towards this unknown world ... What happiness!

Thursday, 28 this month, before the doors Grannet Museum of Aix-en-Provence I, and most well attended ... 12 hours to the dot ...

TO SEE THE EXHIBIT AT WORK this great artist

ALECHINSKY Pierre was born in 1927, the year the film became speaking. Pierre ALECHINSKY would want to stay silent and paint. His paintings are in our own way or music or silence

"We are writing stories dumb"

Pierre ALECHINSKY loved jazz as members of COBRA (to which he participated) because there is in jazz, this spontaneity is known as improvisation.

Pierre ALECHINSKY place its black line "comm e a long coiled cobra" , he does not press the brush to avoid damaging it, we Pierre said he ALECHINSKY a gesture writer when he wrote that you'd painted with his brush as Oriental besides it uses real Chinese brushes.

It also says he loves watching writing in a mirror, is more beautiful, more surprising when one no longer understands what it means.

ALECHINSKY Pierre is a lefty that has been forced to write with his right hand, suddenly when he painted it from right to left to avenge ...

Pierre ALECHINSKY often painted on the floor, on large paper, but there are many prefer the old printed papers, those who have already served, invoices, maps, maps of geography ".

His art does not give the lie to this sentence Paul KLEE :

"Writing and drawing are identical in their substance."

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Hope ...

Part 2

We finally went out of our daily lives, caught between dormitory, park outside the courtyard and stuck it like us, but between two pins ... Finished the Calvary , imprisonment and for us, volunteer! Appeasement, reconstruction, renaissance! End of a temporary state has already forgotten the beginning of another life of hope, fit again, will launch a hue and cry, so intangible, in the outer life that we already snapped up!

so long since we expected this magic moment, but we were only three pilgrims to leave this world today clinico-prison: Charles devastated by his too great ability to analyze everything, dissect, intellectualize, Aisha my love apple that was still on the skin of his many tasks and pseudo narrator suffering that I am, craftsman builder words to forget his woes.

The door of this corridor is usually double-locked was finally opened, but rule and duty require, we needed once again, but this one, the ultimate, end all wars, good, go again to our friend John decoding expert in specific, for final recommendations and is sign landfills ... Freedom, yes but at what price? It's funny already this moron to shrink, staring at us from the top of his round glasses to Lennon seventies style, waiting for one thing, we relapse ... Have we time to recover, and furnishing the space his beloved school! Currency, CAC 40 ... Residents helpful in this time of so-called shortage, between Gasoline and potential customers missing! Suddenly a violent laughter came ringing between signatures and quiet of the office where we were ... It was Charles ... But had he been drinking? A rincette extra! No trace of pint ... Bizarre!

The idea of taking off ... In his own way, he wanted to share his feelings, his emotions? In any empathy we understand our friend, whose stigma attached to glasses of alcohol down so easily had almost disappeared More ... track of, he was happy and wanted the brink of departure, we share his joy. But as to how he did, we stayed broken, bent double, laughing! The fountain pen as a microphone, staring at the shrink between the eyes, he began to give us a recital of John Lennon, a truly amazing song mocking, pest, victor, but probably also to exorcise her fear ...

You must live

You gotta love someone You gotta be You gotta push

But it is so hard, it's really hard
Sometimes I feel depressed

You gotta eat You gotta drink

You gotta feel something You gotta worry

But it is so hard it's really hard
Sometimes I feel as depressed

But when it's good is really good

And when I hold you in my arms baby
Sometimes I feel as depressed

You must run
You gotta hide
You gotta keep your woman satisfied
But it is so hard, it's really hard
Sometimes I feel depressed

"It's So Hard - John Lennon"

He messing really to the point that our eyes began to say a lot ... Aisha stared at me his eyes still soft, but I felt deep in his pupil a deep malaise, a feeling of sadness despite his giggles of happiness due to the bad effect of stage performance, our friend Charles. She was afraid, as I was, what psychological reactions, which, endorsed at the back of a chair dressed in black leather, continued to take notes, so mechanical. He never laughed, remained impassive, cold, marble! His pen continued to slide on a scrap of paper to the right of our passes, safe-conduct essential to our movement, outside of this fortress medicalized. Our friend, the spirit usually fair and analytical, began to flipping out. He swam in a euphoric happiness but went the other way has weighed in white coats in front of him, watched the Mataitai, did not miss a beat and that its ruling would be final! We, my little doll Kabylia and I do so as quickly to save our friend, our brother, in the name of friendship woven over the days in secure custody ... the save before he does it again plunge for dementia, this time without appeal, and especially for him, without recourse, no defense.

We had to run to the emergency room to save Charles, but how? The psychiatrist had not fired him a smile ... A zygomatic frozen forever? John was he at the breaking point, stressed to death before this skit performed masterfully by our kicker? Cold face, pale, impassive reef to the immense stature, sitting behind a desk ... What impressed and spinning chills of the body, the shrink! A screeching noise, sharp and long rang ... The manitou dressed all in white, was just lifting her buttocks, her chubby ... from his chair, who also only ran on three legs hence this allergy as a toothache when I felt becque with a silver fork. Holy terror! I started to laugh, a laugh long and continuing endlessly, reminding me of my teenage memories ... In my bedroom wall, between posters of rock bands, a huge drawing of an old horse on the change of life, loosened teeth decayed to three quarters, with this beautiful legend "Hi ... hi ... hi-hi! Mom, I have no teeth ... "

John began to work around the office, approached us and yelled: -" Pull up, strip assholes ... Hurry up before I change my mind and makes you commit again! "Charles stopped his delivery as dry. We looked, the psychiatrist was in disarray. Would he join the dance, carried away by the whirlwind of our sweet madness? A new friend, who knows? It is so nice to let go and grow up together ... It's all about symbiosis!

(Any resemblance of place and characters is pure coincidence ...)

LOOK ...

MICHEL

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Nothing or very little to say ...

FRIENDSHIP ...

Since yesterday when I got retama, splashed by a lady who dumped me, citing excuses moult about me ... While for her, I had the greatest friendship ... These past two days of happiness with him, recounted here in these pages on a ticket are gone ... I do not know and never know why! I blame the sudden, everything trembling! But I felt no verbal abuse, however, does not speak to it ... So why? The reasons are simple ... I think that suffering is human and no doubt his is she stronger than mine! But today, I confess ... Provided it, I think ... I feel very lonely!

So is it that I denounce the false-ass attitude and excessive blame this hypocrisy, the false-friends or just tell me: a simple reflection of our beautiful and fraternal society? In me, I have my answer! But out of modesty and respect, I keep it hidden, even at risk to suffer ...

SUMMARY IS EVERYTHING IN THIS LITTLE VIDEO ... "Song BENABAR"

AND THEN IS THERE SO POINT ...
JUST A SHOWER?


"I love the poetic world" of this GRAND A rtiste ...

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Confinement ...

Part 1

Only two fifties and a few pine cypresses surrounding the arbor of outer space, morbid psychiatric clinic of the universe ... he was so depressed too that the ground mingled dust mixed with gravel faded meteorites? Looking more closely, no paranormal phenomenon, no little green men come from Mars or elsewhere. No need to review the training system of the universe, cosmology exact science, then? Like cash?

From our small group pacing, cigarette in mouth, one of us walked to the center not of the universe, but this tiny courtyard ... From the pupil focus in its Iris fantasy worthy of the most beautiful kaleidoscope, our friend Charles had just seen forever etched for eternity on a limestone used for decorative ornament, the first Archaeopteryx. We knew the previous life of our friend, the eminent and distinguished scientist, former researcher at the CNRS, the cynosure of his youth by his peers for his meritorious research ... But, like all of us, he had sunk to the depths of his fall, lost between alcohols and ethereal love disappointed!

No it was not dust meteorites Juche ground, but rather the ashes of our cigarettes, that for a moment permit us to forget our condition, our misery. Caught in the whirlwind of life, love between the dead and work that had been the coach, we were became "die misery," less than nothing, emptied of all thought, naked as worms. ... Some poor wretches!

In those moments between takes medication for me but if not revive me a little relief, was dictating and I kept telling myself this beautiful text ... An old song, an old woman like me in misery ... They are not my words, only the evils that keep me awake sometimes, in this cruel world

On the back dented

From an old forgotten

In a corner Earth,

A bundle of dead wood,

Versant its two edges,

hiccuping on stones

Heavy, heavy is the burden,

heavier with every step yet again.

Menton flush stone

Old misery drags

And wears his wealth,

Winter crushes his arrogance

And the wind plays the organ

With her legs dry

Heavy, heavy is the misery

Heavier still under the yoke winter.

The bundle, with each step

Becomes a little flatter

On the back of the old,

But it does not stop,

And still some wood

A three paces from her home

Lasse, was the old tired, tired

More

yet the return of the day.

By oiled paper,

door, serrated

oozes a wedge of light,

And is the old entrance,

Its heat,

slain his misery,

Burns, deadwood,

You are the gold misery

Heater stronger

What remains of flesh.

But it was still not heavy

And fire petered

immediately clear flame,

And the old forgotten

was returning search

His deadwood misery .

God, seeing and toil and groan,

Both took pity he thought fit to intervene,

"Rejoice, I t'inscris in my book,

Go, I grant you ten more years to live."

between two flashes of lucidity, I thank George for Chelon these verses by the hand and took the granny to take her to another world than where we were confined, where compressed air if we prevented She was breathing ... my pearl, my goddess, my neighbor dormitory, the little old native of Kabylia. She kept her coquetry youth, beautiful silver jewelry that bewitch and give it an air of youth, naive and beautiful as an apple. I imagined in a dream, a young girl in his home province ... It was due to turn heads ... So many questions to which I could not answer ... In singles outstanding!

me finish grind the spirit of dithering over possible ... I had to accompany him to that other world, our paradise ... To us, if it is futile! Forget this nightmare, join our steps towards a better world full of hope, away from the horror in which heads and feet bound, we were! I held him tight against me, my love, my little artichoke ... She was hot, so hot I had loved in those moments, the peel off, and my mother let me sway to the whims of her charms and forgetting chastity and temperance.

It was only dreaming ... The supporters came to surface, power and money! We huddled louder, the better we like it, but also resist the monarchy shifted oh, this symbol CAC 40 stinking money.

It was there before us ... So high, so great that we could see that his white coat! Nurses or prison guard, everything depended on the times ... Robust as a reindeer, flying hair, the hairdresser was not to be part of his knowledge, even for those more intimate, I think!

In his monotone, we threw a big hello ... Nothing really fraternal, so cold! Sorry to bother you good people (hypocrite Judas, I thought), but the humidity falls, I had no voice to answer him qu'abdiquer was not my forte ... We followed the pseudo-caid caregiver, which in our mouths and did not care passionately deliver buttocks and went back to piquouses mouths and pellets of all kinds.

Next

tracking or monitoring the following ... Was it so important? As still having some notion of space and time, we poor devils sore, injured, tired, hurt by this dog's life! Were we in this mess, half-buried for ages or only one year ... Who knows! Unfortunately we had no response.

The shelves of our rooms, we could hear the many sounds of the teeming life outside ... as much or more than the mob that was brewing. France and the industrious worker was on strike, fighting for preserve its rights! The "Little King" trembled at the top of his ejection seat ...

I approached my beautiful, told her: "Look Grandma, nothing is dead ... they live ... Everything moves" ... What does Should we not do, waiting, hoping that before the blueberries grow back?

And we were simple contemplation, no enjoyment, bundled up in our canvas that serves as a straitjacket, not to take the bottle and good times ... Only likely to be the sole obsession that tears us apart inside ... Living, found that freedom than ourselves in our life, had buried in shame, clumsiness or weakness ... We finally find the world of the living and not around an arbor, but a table, surrounded by friends to eat all we profiteroles!

Ranger ... as if to forget our bad memories! In the dusty corner, where he never arise trace our fingers, library closed forever.

Forget ... reborn one day! Medium would I, could I donations hidden shameful ... dare bring to our simple stage directions great theater of life!

MICHEL

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