Nana Mouskouri & Annie Girardot - Les Enfants qui S'aiment - "Homage" A. ..
Uploaded by bellecourse is March 3, 2011
Nana Mouskouri & Annie Girardot - Children who love each other - "Tribute" Annie Girardot - October 25, 1931 (Died February 28, 2011)
"Children 's love "- Song from the movie" The Doors of Night "1946
J. Prevert / J. Kosma
Children who love kissing up against the gates of night
Passersby who pass the means finger
The children who are there to love someone
And only their shadow trembling in the night,
Exciting rabies passers
Their anger, their contempt, their laughter and their desire
Children who love ne sont là pour personne Ils sont ailleurs bien
plus loin que la nuit Bien plus haut que le
jour Dans l'éblouissante clarté de leur premier amour.
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Surrounding PLAISIR With NANA MOUSKOURI Nana Mouskouri
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Making A Horse Sleigh
A few stops and notes to myself.
Here, I told myself that come all the way to photograph old hulls still was making fun of the world. But the light had done so much for the eye.
Here I dreamed the people I love until the sea licking my feet.
Here I thought I had definitely a special attraction to the ends of the world.
Here, I drank my Red Rebel reading Flannery O'Connor, who is not Irish, but American and I do not know anything. Writer of great force, one of those ladies whose cruel and mocking the literature English seems to have the inexhaustible secret.
I was good in O'Shea and I was welcome. Jeremy has been paid to pose with a kindness almost disinterested. It cost me a chaste kiss on the cheek and a compliment incomprehensible Gaelic in the ear. This was, in fact, infinitely more moral than to drink a beer again. It made history day, and mine ...
Notes to myself:
1) Anita, which makes the sealing of your shoes, it's not just the manufacturing process, but the fact that you think of the tie. It avoid you another humiliating dissociation in a bog.
2) You start to find it easier to roll left and right, you find normal to drink a beer in the afternoon and you with the bib sizes lovable drunks from the pub. Check the date on your ticket back and think of your children.
Here, I told myself that come all the way to photograph old hulls still was making fun of the world. But the light had done so much for the eye.
Here I dreamed the people I love until the sea licking my feet.
Here I thought I had definitely a special attraction to the ends of the world.
Here, I drank my Red Rebel reading Flannery O'Connor, who is not Irish, but American and I do not know anything. Writer of great force, one of those ladies whose cruel and mocking the literature English seems to have the inexhaustible secret.
I was good in O'Shea and I was welcome. Jeremy has been paid to pose with a kindness almost disinterested. It cost me a chaste kiss on the cheek and a compliment incomprehensible Gaelic in the ear. This was, in fact, infinitely more moral than to drink a beer again. It made history day, and mine ...
Notes to myself:
1) Anita, which makes the sealing of your shoes, it's not just the manufacturing process, but the fact that you think of the tie. It avoid you another humiliating dissociation in a bog.
2) You start to find it easier to roll left and right, you find normal to drink a beer in the afternoon and you with the bib sizes lovable drunks from the pub. Check the date on your ticket back and think of your children.
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