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The Unbearable Lightness of Being

There are evenings as light as summer rain or a plastic bag floating in a marjane wasteland ...
It is good without knowing why.
moments of grace in which the body can be in harmony with the body, all duality has expired.
no particular reason, a wave permanent smile on his lips, waiting until it happens.
favorable conjunction of stars, Aquarius ascendant virgin, it is devoid of any memory, it is a white or beige can be I do not know very well ...

We're here and we expect that it happens in physical space, latitude and longitude combined, in those moments I do not lie very well and I ordered my x-axis or maybe I just very well situated.

I solved an equation, more unknown, more than x and y, the truth is there simply and I'm here, I am my own reason for being and the others are my reason to act.

My range is infinite, I can watch people, participate in conversations, laugh expressions Otty: "Do I look a bit stoned? If I do please tell me, I need to know "

Can I have a crazy laugh Jokes of Anwar on the phone: a guy goes to a priest and said "I caught my father, I made love to my wife 23 times last night" and the priest replied "but my son what is not a sin to make love to his wife "and the man said" but my father 23 times, it was necessary that I tell somebody! "

Philosophers have found a name to describe a state of anguish and questioning haunting us through most of the time when we are not in that state of lightness, they call it contingency which means in terms of less learned that we do not know what we serve in this world or why we came to the world. True
finally, in a society where everything is planned, scheduled pre-determined, packaged in cellophane and put, nobody is fucking brief the baby at birth his destiny, his role ... So that
it would be enough to give each baby a retro-with dates, deadlines, actions to take ... a damn good thing to MS Project. Note

our ancestors have tried with the astrologer, who at birth calculating a child's horoscope, defined its future, but hey this system should be fair game since it was abandoned in proclaiming loud and clear lack of determinism, we are racing results in indeterminism, ie in the shit.

Fortunately, even if God must be really fucking pissed off we were a foot in the ass out of heaven because of the large crane Eve has eaten the apple, as if she could not eat an apricot instead that there would be was very quiet, it still gave us those nights of light, where we still do not know what we but at least is who cares? Here

pours me a vodka just for that, please note that this state of levity which I speak owes nothing to the five Vodkas lemon I swallowed proof is that when you have the blues, the same five vodkas you would have made you collapse on the counter by telling your mother at the bartender, who has also heard from other ...

So my little guy making the most of this evening because, as stated by one guy very well "drink wine, that is all that youth has to offer, be happy for a moment, this moment is your life"

- But you just to say that this state of light has nothing to do with alcohol!

- Well, if I say that is that we are in deep shit my damn kid ... one we do not know why they came into the world, two we do not know what it is and three were completely stuffed, and I think the three will not allow us to unravel the one and two; whore I do not feel light at all there ...

Introduction To The Nikon D90 Rapidshate

Summer Moulay B.

It's summer, I was, why it uses the possessive when one is very happy?

You are mine, it's mine, it's my thing, my trip, my joy, my desire, my love, Always the damn
instinct of property, which dates back to prehistoric man.

This desire to capture things, places, people ...

The pinnacle of refined humanity: sharing

The road, I'll go. Some places may be
goals, reasons for living almost giving confidence in a possible future.
Moulay Bousselham ... my dream of sun, the sand beneath my toes, burning sand when I rolling down the dune, the flow and reflux of the ocean when I fall asleep, the warmth of my skin cramées by the sun, the coolness of the cloth.

My heart will explode with happiness.

And the light that makes you want to go to her, to let us invade, I am a ray, particle, wave, wave, foam and the sky, I explode I rasterizes I n 'have more axis, more center of gravity, more nerve endings. The foam

days.

And the blood of the sky that flares up, it sucks to tell a sunset is so beautiful that nothing should be said.

And at night, blue, frosted, black, big, deep: you're nothing. Earthlings, we are a stardust. And the merchant
karmouss smiling at me and handed me the fruit of the earth, sweet and bitter like life.

And in the morning all over again, yet still, I Want the sun, I'm a child would have grown too fast in a world of superplastic, I want the dirty, the dirty, real ...

I'm eating shrimp stuffing their fingers, I want the boat and the fisherman toothless, the languid lagoon, flamingos life ...