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Do not tell me: "It's Impossible!

Impossible

is for cowards, the mediocre, the limited means,

Unfeasible,

For the timid, lazy, conventional, and boring,

This will not work,

For the naysayers, the powerless, the losers in advance.

I am not one of those,

I do not play, I'm not lying, I do not manipulate,

And even if it does not count.

At least I dream, I realize my dreams, I'm going through, I give everything I

keeps nothing, I take nothing

And even if AC does not count.

I do not live half

I do not simply about

And even if it does not count.

Too bad if I still have faith in a world that was lost.

Too bad if I make mistakes that hurt.

Too bad if I give my heart to those who trample.

Too bad if I believe in them, then they have lost confidence even in themselves.

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I'm so sick of myself

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Lattitude: 3 3 ° 36 'North

Longitude: 07 ° 36 'West

I'm sick of myself, my emotions, my thoughts.

I feel stupid, so stupid, lucid about my stupidity,

my stupidity widespread, confusing my stupidity,

my staggering naivete, my silliness hallucinating

my incandescent stupidity can brighten the whole neighborhood ...

... and the neighborhoods next door!

The worst is that I am LUCID!

not even in my blind stupidity ...

not even in my ignorant stupidity ...

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Questions .. Questions & Statements ... again ...

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QUESTION

" Should we refresh the page and restart the memory ?

Or respark the soul and rebuild the energy ?"

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STATEMENT

"There is fiction in the space between... The lines on your page of memories

Write it down but it doesn't mean... You're not just telling stories"

Tracy Chapman

QUESTION

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up

like a raisin in the sun?

Or fester like a sore—

And then run?

Does it stink like rotten meat?

Or crust and sugar over—

like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags

like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

Langston Hughes -Harlem

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GOULARD OR ANYWHERE ELSE UNTIL

The Frenchman is definitely mischievous. He criticized the government's budget but the vote. He denounces the disastrous management of retirement but voting record. UMP but it is the voice of Mr de Villepin, excess and flights included. He supported the Regional Natural Park of the Gulf but calls for a vote after much political maneuvering cons and tactics.

The last of this great profile of prankster weathervane is out. After many arguments justifying the merits of his application to the cantonal Valves west, which had surprised observers when it announced just a month ago, that our local Faure, relatively speaking out of respect for the good Edgar, that So he decided to return to the Canton of Vannes center.

And the press, doing his job, is puzzling. Cower in the face Arradon Andrew Gall, outgoing Socialist candidate Valves west, with strategic retreat in the skies quieter (?) Vannes center? Dissension within the UMP Morbihan who does not allow Francis to drive a wedge out of the strict boundaries of the town of Vannes?

Another hypothesis according to a source familiar with the matter. The meeting of the municipal majority required to decide between the three competitors vying to right center valves turned sour to the point that it was all of that majority. To salvage this or is left, the Frenchman has decided to return to Vannes center where he was a candidate and elected in the cantonal before deserting in 1998 due to overlapping of mandates.

Since the question was: what did he invent pretexts to justify its no tango?

response fell, clear, convincing and undeniable: "because it is easier" said Francois Goulard Monthly in the Gulf. It really takes the voter to Gates for Dopey.

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Wolf at the mouth ...

When you kiss, I fall.

The world around me disappears. I succumb.

When you kiss me, my heart leapt in my chest. You know, the roller coaster, when you reach the top and you are about to go down there has this moment of grace, that half-second when you seem to defy gravity and fly. The heart leapt in his chest, as propelled by the rise. And this fleeting moment of fear before the vacuum is perfect because a lot of possibilities.

This time the dream. The moment where everything becomes possible.

Ask my lips on yours makes me exactly the same effect. The heart that beats strong. The sensation of lightness. The impression that the universe of possibilities open to me ... The euphoria. The impression that I remain suspended ... Suspended from your lips ...

This delicious giddiness that takes my breath away and makes me groan lasts as long as your body close to mine.

And sometimes, even long after, when my mind wanders on the contours of your lips, that smile at once tender and adult, my heart is very light in my chest, my legs become soft ...

It takes so little for me to lose up completely ...

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Quench, these little doodles ...


(This is not serious, I have a ton of work ahead of me and I am here scribbling ...)

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To answer the tag from my friend Raphael ...

And because I love doodling ...

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BORLOO

Great is the temptation to draw on the title of this piece of Beckett "Waiting for Godot" in which two characters wait in vain for an appointment to the arrival of a mythical figure who never comes.

Borloo So, will or will not? Who today cares as maintaining Fillon nee varietur , the outbreak of Harry Potter Baroin, Lemaire, whose name alone suspect a combination of mandates even though no shortage of qualifications, MAM that show and all the better for it, how it is easier to be a senior in politics than as an employee??

News is now at the wondrous signed contracts with China. What the leaders of the winning companies had failed to finalize the immense and revered President Sarkozy has done time and place where he had decided. Airbus on the diverse European capital, it would be interesting to know if Merkel and Zapatero English, for example, signed with the same ceremony, the purchase of these same European Airbus. Because Chinese is a good trader. He does not buy three times the same plane. And to sign such contracts due to the sole merit of our immense and revered president, just do not particularly mention the human rights for which France has a lesson from anyone!

Borloin, Filloo, Baron, Chinese contracts, a restaurant in Nice, and life goes on ...

This morning was the eighth protest over pensions. It would not take a ninth otherwise we can not even make a football team when it is widely accepted that pension reform is unjust and increasingly ineffective.

This morning, precisely in the demonstration and beyond the retirement issue, it was well within reality. Two candidates for the nomination for PS cantonal were there. Andrew Gall Nicolas Le Vannes west Quintrec for Vannes center.

François Goulard, who told so many bad file retirement in Paris, has unfortunately not been seen in the demo. Notice to voters west of Vannes. As for the voters of Vannes center if they have, by the merest chance, saw one of the many right-wing candidates in the procession, they we report. Waiting for Godot, they offer a beautiful sticker PS.

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Insufficient language

I want my words to be sweet and tender to successfully express the smoothness of your skin, this afternoon there. I need to invent words to say how much heat your body against mine got upset. Slowly, taking your time to not m'effaroucher, you knocked my stuffs. Slowly, taking your time to not m'effaroucher, you melted my fears. In your eyes, I saw it, luscious and voluptuous woman I become your hands. And I found it beautiful. I loved the sensual woman I became, that day, in the tenderness of our hugs.

I would like my words are sweet, hot, hot for you to know that the disorder is mine when your hands on my skin scatter a world of bliss. I would like to know how to express the depth of my desire for you and me coming out of your mouth as soon as wailing took possession of my lips. I would name the magic by which the mere presence of your body close to mine enough to run this honey so sweet ... Put into words what makes against you, all I want to moan. The impalpable exchange that occurs and that leads me to enjoy kisses of your own ...

I want my words t'enivrent for you to feel you, too, this delicious giddiness that caresses our cause in me. I want to succeed in expressing this feeling is exhilarating and dizzying mine off when I lose. When I give myself to you and our pleasures.

But my words are pale, dull, imperfect.

In fact, there's only one who could tell you ...

"Again ..."