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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