Remembrance.

Remembrance.



Envie de sentir les grains de sable chaud glisser entre mes doigts. Envie de sentir le soleil me brûler les bras. Envie d'entendre les vagues Envie d'être glacée par le vent qui souffle sur mon dos mouillé. Envie d'entr'ouvrir les yeux et de t'apercevoir, dormant, a mes côtés.
Envie de partir, encore, avec toi.




# Posté le lundi 27 octobre 2008 13:47
Modifié le jeudi 30 octobre 2008 14:15

Et si tu n'existais pas, dis-moi pourquoi j'existerai ...

Et si tu n'existais pas, dis-moi pourquoi j'existerai ...




11 / o5 / o7











Thomas & Samia
1 an et 10 mois d'amour.











Je t'aime.
# Posté le mardi 28 octobre 2008 05:25
Modifié le vendredi 13 mars 2009 14:46

Now, a wind of Change can blow.




This election had many firsts and many stories that will be told for generations. But one that's on my mind tonight's about a woman who cast her ballot in Atlanta. She's a lot like the millions of others who stood in line to make their voice heard in this election except for one thing: Ann Nixon Cooper is 106 years old.
She was born just a generation past slavery, a time when there were no cars on the road or planes in the sky, when someone like her couldn't vote for two reasons -- because she was a woman and because of the color of her skin.
And tonight, I think about all that she's seen throughout her century in America -- the heartache and the hope; the struggle and the progress; the times we were told that we can't, and the people who pressed on with that American creed: Yes, we can.
At a time when women's voices were silenced and their hopes dismissed, she lived to see them stand up and speak out and reach for the ballot. Yes, we can.
When there was despair in the Dust Bowl and depression across the land, she saw a nation conquer fear itself with a New Deal, new jobs, a new sense of common purpose. Yes, we can.
When the bombs fell on our harbor and tyranny threatened the world, she was there to witness a generation rise to greatness and a democracy was saved. Yes, we can.
She was there for the buses in Montgomery, the hoses in Birmingham, a bridge in Selma, and a preacher from Atlanta who told a people that "we shall overcome." Yes, we can.
A man touched down on the moon, a wall came down in Berlin, a world was connected by our own science and imagination.
And this year, in this election, she touched her finger to a screen, and cast her vote, because after 106 years in America, through the best of times and the darkest of hours, she knows how America can change. Yes, we can.
America, we have come so far. We have seen so much. But there is so much more to do. So tonight, let us ask ourselves -- if our children should live to see the next century; if my daughters should be so lucky to live as long as Ann Nixon Cooper, what change will they see? What progress will we have made?
This is our chance to answer that call. This is our moment.
This is our time, to put our people back to work and open doors of opportunity for our kids; to restore prosperity and promote the cause of peace; to reclaim the American dream and reaffirm that fundamental truth, that out of many, we are one; that while we breathe, we hope. And where we are met with cynicism and doubts and those who tell us that we can't, we will respond with that timeless creed that sums up the spirit of a people: Yes, we can.

[Barack Obama, Nov. 5, 2008]
Now, a wind of Change can blow.
# Posté le jeudi 08 janvier 2009 09:50
Modifié le vendredi 13 mars 2009 14:39

LONDON

LONDON





Everything was just so perfect ...


Merci les TL, merci Mathilde !



# Posté le vendredi 13 mars 2009 14:53






Détourner des rivières, porter des poids, traverser des mers, je saurais faire.
Défier des machines, narguer des lois, les foudres divines, ça m'effraie pas.
J'sais prendre un coup, le rendre aussi. River des clous, ça j'ai appris. J'suis pas victime, j'suis pas colombe.
Et pour qu'on m'abîme, faut qu'je tombe.

Je sais les hivers, je sais le froid
Mais la vie sans toi, je sais pas ...

Je savais le silence depuis longtemps, j'en sais la violence, son goût de sang.Rouges colères, sombres douleurs. Je sais ces guerres, j'en ai pas peur. Je sais me défendre, j'ai bien appris. On est pas des tendres par ici.

Je sais les hivers, je sais le froid
Mais la vie sans toi, je sais pas ...
Je sais pas.

Je sais pas.









# Posté le dimanche 15 mars 2009 15:52
Modifié le jeudi 19 mars 2009 10:58