mardi 23 juin 2009
En passant
"...L’un le qualifierait d’ingrat, l’autre d’incompris. Peu importe, sa conscience ne l’effraie pas. Il va toujours de l’avant, laissant ce qui l’importune en chemin comme on crache un chewin gum. Il se nourrit de toutes les saveurs qu’il croise, les aspire jusqu’à l’ivresse, puis s’en lasse une fois l’envolé arrivée à terme. Lars ne répète jamais deux fois le même geste, Lars n’utilise pas deux fois la même expression pour s’éclairer sur son vécu, Lars crée, invente et se saoule de son orgueil. Orgueil légitimé par ses créations, il ne suscite pas systématiquement désir et envie. Une telle vie n’est pas recherchée à Glerto, au contraire, elle est fuie..."
dimanche 5 octobre 2008
FIN DES ACTIVITES BLOGUIENNES
Cap ferret, Juin 2008
vendredi 26 septembre 2008
Du vieux
Mirefleur, Août 2008
samedi 13 septembre 2008
Come on home
A horse with no name-America
On the first part of the journey
I was looking at all the life
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
There was sand and hills and rings
The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz
And the sky with no clouds
The heat was hot and the ground was dry
But the air was full of sound
I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
La, la...
After two days in the desert sun
My skin began to turn red
After three days in the desert fun
I was looking at a river bed
And the story it told of a river that flowed
Made me sad to think it was dead
You see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
La, la...
After nine days I let the horse run free
'Cause the desert had turned to sea
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
there was sand and hills and rings
The ocean is a desert with it's life underground
And a perfect disguise above
Under the cities lies a heart made of ground
But the humans will give no love
You see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
La, la...
jeudi 4 septembre 2008
Laisse moi faire
Sarlat, 3 Septembre 2008