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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."

Chetna And Prithvi From

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 ...