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La vérité sort... des habits des enfants...
Le Monde de Shop essaie de devenir un peu plus sérieux
Jack Lang et Georges Bush sont-ils intimement liés ?
La politique de l'autruche est respectable : tout dépend de ce qu'il y a dans le sable.
Didier Van Cauwelaert
Didier Van Cauwelaert
Les élections américaines
"A 3h du matin, j'ai regardé pour vous le débat entre Sarah Palin et Joe Biden. On peut bien dire ce qu'on veut de Mme Palin, elle parle tout de même couramment l'anglais." - Hervé Le Tellier, Le Monde, vendredi 3 octobre 2008.
Vous avez l'air tellement d'un faux-jeton que c'en devient une espèce de franchise.
(Pierre Bénard)
(Pierre Bénard)
"Le mariage c'est la robe.
Après, évidemment, on a le mari !"
(Jean Anouilh)
Après, évidemment, on a le mari !"
(Jean Anouilh)
"La fourrure, c'est une peau qui change de bête"
(Aurélien Scholl)
(Aurélien Scholl)
"Le bonheur ne s'écrit pas, il est comme les étoiles filantes : celui qui ne le voit pas ne le verra jamais."
(Haffid Aggoune)
(Haffid Aggoune)
La vérité sort... des habits des enfants...
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4 commentaires:
Elle est super sympa la musique!
c vrai que la musique est super sympa!!!
Aujourd'hui je fais la tournée des blogs... je reviens de celui de Charlotte!
Je trouve que le Sénégal en photos c'est beaucoup plus parlant qu'en biblio ;) par contre, il manque les zébus lol
comme une envie de mettre des paroles sur la chanson ;)
You're one with the burdon of intuition.
You're one with the freedom of a blank stare.
You're one with the best friend you lost,
You wish was still there.
You're one with the dust on that old piano.
You're one with the strings on your new guitar.
You're one with the wind through the open window,
You are.
It was a faint line that brought you here,
And a pulse that kept you in time.
It was the comfort of a tradition,
Like the few that were not that kind.
It's a shame now, baby, you can't see yourself, And everything you're running from.
And it's the same world, honey, that has brought You down,
As the one that's gonna pick you up.
And pick you up.
You're one with the echos of conversation.
You're one with the strangers you overheard.
You're one with the lesson that was the best one you learned.
It was a faint line that brought you here,
And a pulse that kept you in time.
It was the comfort of a tradition,
Like the few that were not that kind.
It's a shame now, baby, you can't see yourself, And everything you're running from.
And it's the same world, honey, that has brought You down,
As the one that's gonna pick you up.
And pick you up.
It was a long, dark, sleepy morning walk.
You fell down, case and point.
It was a good start.
It was a good start.
It was a long, dark, sleepy morning walk.
You fell down, case and point.
It was a good start.
It was a good start.
It's a shame now, baby, you can't see yourself, And everything you're running from.
And it's the same world, honey, that has brought You down,
As the one that's gonna pick you up.
And it's a shame now, baby, you can't separate
Yourself from where you stood.
And it's the same world, honey, that made you feel so bad,
That makes you feel so good.
Feel so good.
chapeau...lol
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