Nana Mouskouri & Annie Girardot - Les Enfants qui S'aiment - "Homage" A. ..
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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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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.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
What Is The Best Ski Boots
Nana Mouskouri - My heart still has room for you
belle course Your last letter came this morning
you write you are on your way to an unknown destination
Wherever the wind blows straight up
You say you follow the sun to
But are you sure that you do
After everything you ever said
Is this the road you are looking
But wherever you go
My heart still has room for up
There is no one in your world who loves you like I
And how far up the road and out there on the horizon
This heart has room for up
When you come back
Even if you write you are with me
If you are flying on third-party clouds
I know your heart is not here
Only with the Country through which you draw
Each path has had a goal
And it is only in the no man's land
loser's in every game
And dreams die sometime
But wherever you go
My heart has room for up
has There is no one in your world
who loves you like I
And as far the way up and out
There on the horizon
This heart has room for up
When you come back
In a thousand days or more
If you know the oceans
you coming perhaps Because your back to me
sun no longer
La la la lala la la la la la la Lala
La la la lala la la la la la la Lala
burning Since is no one in your world who loves you like I
Even if years vergeh'n
My heart still has room for up
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belle course Your last letter came this morning
you write you are on your way to an unknown destination
Wherever the wind blows straight up
You say you follow the sun to
But are you sure that you do
After everything you ever said
Is this the road you are looking
But wherever you go
My heart still has room for up
There is no one in your world who loves you like I
And how far up the road and out there on the horizon
This heart has room for up
When you come back
Even if you write you are with me
If you are flying on third-party clouds
I know your heart is not here
Only with the Country through which you draw
Each path has had a goal
And it is only in the no man's land
loser's in every game
And dreams die sometime
But wherever you go
My heart has room for up
has There is no one in your world
who loves you like I
And as far the way up and out
There on the horizon
This heart has room for up
When you come back
In a thousand days or more
If you know the oceans
you coming perhaps Because your back to me
sun no longer
La la la lala la la la la la la Lala
La la la lala la la la la la la Lala
burning Since is no one in your world who loves you like I
Even if years vergeh'n
My heart still has room for up
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Apart from that, nothing.
The second time you enter a pub, they call you sweetie and you are asked if you want your half pint.
I say that in the third, the bartender will hand me the meniou with just a wink and a hand on the zipper of Kilkenny. I met my first
Irish completely blocked. She is a jazz singer looking for a home in Lorient this summer, has left teaching because she could not stand the kids, lived in Lebanon, had three car accidents in the second leaving the hospital where the 'had led the first and third weeks ago, two days after his license. She campaigned for the Labour Party, but there she is coordinating the musical of Portmagee is competing with neighboring villages. Finally, if left alone because there she is angry with one of the singers and the barmaid with the Bridge Bar. But she is friends with the sculptor who carved Chaplin's statue that adorns the dock who lives in Waterville and across the island and is quite willing to introduce me. If I want to bawl me go well with his father in his place.
knows why ... I think I'll decline. Note that I missed because I do not speak English so well that.
But it at least allowed me to understand why the boss came by pushing a fake gun in pub.
Apart from that, a road in the mountains, an Irishman who was pushing her three calves at the wheel of his car, the unchanging blue sky familiar to tourists and not yet cheesecake with Bailey's
And peat is sold side gas bottles to the grocery store-gasoline-tobacco cluster-mail.
Apart from that, no news.
The second time you enter a pub, they call you sweetie and you are asked if you want your half pint.
I say that in the third, the bartender will hand me the meniou with just a wink and a hand on the zipper of Kilkenny. I met my first
Irish completely blocked. She is a jazz singer looking for a home in Lorient this summer, has left teaching because she could not stand the kids, lived in Lebanon, had three car accidents in the second leaving the hospital where the 'had led the first and third weeks ago, two days after his license. She campaigned for the Labour Party, but there she is coordinating the musical of Portmagee is competing with neighboring villages. Finally, if left alone because there she is angry with one of the singers and the barmaid with the Bridge Bar. But she is friends with the sculptor who carved Chaplin's statue that adorns the dock who lives in Waterville and across the island and is quite willing to introduce me. If I want to bawl me go well with his father in his place.
knows why ... I think I'll decline. Note that I missed because I do not speak English so well that.
But it at least allowed me to understand why the boss came by pushing a fake gun in pub.
Apart from that, a road in the mountains, an Irishman who was pushing her three calves at the wheel of his car, the unchanging blue sky familiar to tourists and not yet cheesecake with Bailey's
And peat is sold side gas bottles to the grocery store-gasoline-tobacco cluster-mail.
Apart from that, no news.
Does Acid Lose Potency
Postcard from Portmagee.
ago, in the trip, two different fascinations: the movement and purpose. Long ago I know that movement, however small, is indispensable to me. Something in my brain has been programmed to organize fraying along a shifting landscape. I sometimes even in everyday life, to prefer the longer trip, simply because I do not know and thought that my trip better, clinging to the discoveries of tiny rotating images too well known.
Here, I roll with the deliberate effort to reach me lose. He who knows the Irish roads will forgive me my carbon footprint. Within hours, I does not use more fuel in your hour of daily traffic. I drive slowly, glad to have time to find that really, by the gorse did not smell like home, I had not exaggerated their absolute sweetness that goes ice fishing the woman in love.
I am, this time, equipped with gloves and a knife to renew the strands, each day in my car.
And then there is the goal, which is always an arrival of borrowing, more or less happy, more or less available. I am currently in Portmagee, one of the places that you had no reason to hear and that is exactly where I wanted to come. there is a tumble of houses to the sea that sinks so far into the earth it appears there is a lake. There across the island which takes so much shades of purple and gray backgrounds.
There are two or three fishing boats that make the fried sole of copious Bridge Bar marvel.
ago this extraordinary silence of the night because it is on tens of kilometers that sheep are more likely than men and that lous night, they sleep.
there too, but that's another story, the Irish are back before the big monumental slap that they were flanked by the financial crisis. Of the three young men who populate me with the impeccable Portmagee Youth Hostel, one hopes Australia, Germany and other third came back from New Zealand to try to leave again.
They think the goal and I, moving ...
ago, in the trip, two different fascinations: the movement and purpose. Long ago I know that movement, however small, is indispensable to me. Something in my brain has been programmed to organize fraying along a shifting landscape. I sometimes even in everyday life, to prefer the longer trip, simply because I do not know and thought that my trip better, clinging to the discoveries of tiny rotating images too well known.
Here, I roll with the deliberate effort to reach me lose. He who knows the Irish roads will forgive me my carbon footprint. Within hours, I does not use more fuel in your hour of daily traffic. I drive slowly, glad to have time to find that really, by the gorse did not smell like home, I had not exaggerated their absolute sweetness that goes ice fishing the woman in love.
I am, this time, equipped with gloves and a knife to renew the strands, each day in my car.
And then there is the goal, which is always an arrival of borrowing, more or less happy, more or less available. I am currently in Portmagee, one of the places that you had no reason to hear and that is exactly where I wanted to come. there is a tumble of houses to the sea that sinks so far into the earth it appears there is a lake. There across the island which takes so much shades of purple and gray backgrounds.
There are two or three fishing boats that make the fried sole of copious Bridge Bar marvel.
ago this extraordinary silence of the night because it is on tens of kilometers that sheep are more likely than men and that lous night, they sleep.
there too, but that's another story, the Irish are back before the big monumental slap that they were flanked by the financial crisis. Of the three young men who populate me with the impeccable Portmagee Youth Hostel, one hopes Australia, Germany and other third came back from New Zealand to try to leave again.
They think the goal and I, moving ...
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Atari St Speech Emulator
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