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Words

Words are like wild animals, living in a garden étonnant.Au beginning of our lives, they frolic in peace in the semantic fields unknown, fascinating, like horses in meadows fresh alfalfa, and we will take many years for us to appropriate them. There are words and shimmering light as butterflies, strange words such as iguanas placid and yet disturbing watching without seeing the words so familiar they purr like old cats to our jaded ears.

There are words heavy, heavy as elephants, words like moths spinning subtle, words like elusive ephemeral burning flame, caressing the words as fawns, sharp words like sea urchins.

The finest feature of this fierce beasts languish, and does not leave easily tamed.

The tamers call the writers words. They catch with a lasso of crazy words like boats drunk, words Hard as nausea, strong words as anger. They assemble with consummate art and masterpieces are building their marriage subtle. Some will find

rare words and punaisent in boxes smelling of mothballs on which they write "obsolete", others are fishing new words such as genetically modified organisms, which are suspicious glances. The dictionary is the who's who of words.

Pretty words charmingly old fall from grace, while we make the gloating of others became suddenly taste the day. They're bragging, they are overused, they decide to disgust and then throws them.

Some have no voice, the guardians of the temple them back on the forecourt of neologisms, barbarians, idiots. A den of thieves and assorted badly dressed, stinking beast of a meeting and limping.

In this Tower of Babel, this jumble of creatures harmful or harmless, sometimes we forget that words can hurt, but one well-chosen word or uttered without thinking may issue a poison capable of destroying a confidence for long, sometimes for life. We all suffered from an unfortunate, or hurtful speech. Some words uttered throughout our childhood we have indelibly marked, or even destroyed by nous.Heureusement, others have enriched us, helped, and never built, they were spoken by our parents, our teachers where illustrious strangers met by chance ...

Yes, we must teach children to love words and playing with them, tame them, but also be wary of their power, and leave them wallowing in mud words unworthy or shameful.

And especially, especially, never use it as a weapon against weaker than oneself.

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The small red square

The orders were: "Transform the red square in a recognizable object. A small collage work without artistic pretension, but very interesting in terms of knowledge of students. Of course, I'm supposed to observe the layout, organization of space, understanding the assignment, but a subsidiary question me: why one chooses it rather a flower, and the other a TV? Is this a coincidence? Or a combination of circumstances begun there chandeliers, and that precisely at that very moment, such a child will choose a train, and another a caterpillar ...

; Why do we take the tram, the street, why we are entering into this store, rather than this time, when nothing obliges us to do? What guides our feet, our hands, our brain swinging, and opt continually? Each subject of writing, creative writing, memory, thesis, we forced to choose, we run on a track. And then we must enter into the fabric of our lives, in the Yarrow our experiences, our feelings, this little trick that will emerge and prevail in thought built. A little something from nothing. An anecdote in event, a concern, a perfume, will influence our choices, and continue to shape, to model our lives. It's fascinating to imagine what would have happened if we had ... turned right instead of left, that day. What would have happened if the door remained closed instead of opening, if the bell had been broken. If the train had been five minutes late ... .. so Si ...

It's a little game I always liked to deliver. Kids love it, too, and some publishers do not make a mistake, that offer books in which children choose what they want to live according to the Adventure: If you want to enter the cave, will see page 18. If you want to go through the forest, will rather on page 40. An original way to feeling in control of its destiny, feeling completely illusory but so enjoyable!

And you, what would you do the little red square?

Edict of 21 November:

Hut Hood did not resist the urge to draw me a red square ...

Thanks for this nice contribution to my little contest where there is nothing to gain ...

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A crazy world

Mad World

He turns, turns endlessly, and yet wrong. It is strange, in the end the world as my friend rightly said Aragon ... A storm, a cyclone takes us all the time in a mad dash at an unimaginable speed, and it must stop, a little, to contemplate this madness. But then, what beauty! What unstoppable beauty we hugged! The world is crazy as we are madly in love with their eyes closed, heart pounding, ready to useless and absurd nonsense, but sublime.

The world is crazy because we are, crazy as tortured anxiety Céline or romantic as Chateaubriand, crazy paint, powerfully imaginative as Picasso or Dali, crazy fantasy and humor like Buster Keaton, mad with ambition and excess as the cathedral builders, visionaries like crazy passions of Leonard or Jules Verne, mad science like Einstein and Pasteur ...

Those Magnificent Men in their Flying machines have opened the way for all daring to attack the summits of unexplored land, planets lointaines.J love to contemplate the wild beauty of the world to forget the atrocities . I do not know pas.Je denies war and its murderous folly.

But I also know that the world is progressing in the right direction when illuminated by the gentle craziness of unrepentant dreamers. At the root of every great thing in this world, there is always a dream. A wild dream.

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People do not die once ... Recipe

"You only die once" said the master of school, giving us a mnemonic to remind us that the verb does die a "r".

But is this true? In reality, you die more than once in a lifetime. As if fate we practiced, we prepared a sort of fatal benevolence to our grief of the people we love. And charity, we must first make the grieving ourselves.

I died several times. This chubby baby is no longer there to jump on my mother's lap, laughing, amazed by this little girl the world would not run in the aisles of a park that also is gone ; either. I was also the dreamy girl, who was listening to Simon and Garfunkel, writing in his journal of his mad utopias, I was this young woman eager to live a thousand experiences, and this young mother overwhelmed and exhausted by his day-marathons. Where are they? They disappeared into the corridors of time. I seek in vain.

We are surrounded by ghosts that float around our loved ones like shreds of mist. Our children become adults carry around with them the silent cries, chirps and vanished small wounds fled the dearly departed: the children they were. Their rhymes and games were dissolved, was absorbed like water in the hot sand.

And we watch in disbelief on the photos or movies, their bodies, faces, or voices, and we regard them as s 'they no longer existed. We must admit: we have in these moments, gripped by nostalgia, the same eyes distant and so wet that we were looking at pictures of the deceased.

Death, the true one, is basically a death again, and we should not be surprised when it happens, neither surprised disappear again. The last .

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Take an astonishing mobilization of citizens very successful

featuring a beautiful positive energy

Pour it slowly, gently

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A lifelong friend,

terrace restaurant

Good news

a martini glass of chilled lemon-

A slice of salmon with apple and ginger

pleasant conversation

A pinch of old memories

lot of sun to fry everything,

incredible sunshine for the month of November.

Book from your movie night.

Mix all ingredients and let stand

by a good nap.

the time comes, add a good film, moving and sad (*)

and end with an evening with another friend pancakes

all with a very pronounced taste of the unexpected.

That surely the recipe for a Saturday especially appreciated.

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