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I would like a landscape.
Take my mug and sit on the edge of a window or in front of my desk before a window, a bay, a large glass that would allow me to be outside, inside. It
I have to be high. A slow curve. A hill like the Highlands, a landscape not aggressive. There would be ahead.
The horizon is mine. Or perhaps I should share with a remote, very distant white cube that would be another house.
I want my eyes caress those soft curves, with no barriers other than a tree, a large oak tree that lightning would never managed to find the middle of a field. A grove perhaps, those that turn red in autumn, those who contrast with the green and blue, with brown fields harvested.
If I sit at this table before this landscape, I see the seasons pass. A rainy day precedes the weather was great. A landscape after the rain has a higher intensity, brightness greater. Frayed clouds would fight against the wind that would drive them out. There the trees of the grove, I would hear rustling, movement of leaves, branches shiver. I might believe, merely to see them, they m'abritent, and that small drops still resting on the shiny leaves, will drop on the floor, on me. In my house, I have a little cold this moisture there, and I add me a sweater. A great sweater. Too big. A men's sweater and shapeless, which covered almost my hands. But the cup.
The winter course, there would be snow. I would not recognize anything, everything would be different. I would travel to another country, thanks to this insane landscape. My mind wanders, so that ideas germinate under my finger tap the screen. It would be almost magical. The snow that will print the words on my snow white page.
One day, birds chirping in the grass on the edge. They are colorful, noisy, I guess spring. Life would move my horizon, as if all the grass hills shuddered in unison. I seem to see blur.
I would like a landscape outside my window. It would be blue and I would open wide to feel the wind caress my hair, while a lemon juice let run its cool mist around the base of the glass, at the exact spot where lay my cup of tea, extending this circle, indelible force of the seasons.

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Days Virus ...

Sometimes it happens, as my daughter would soon be 5 years.
Sometimes one of mine is sick.
I can not complain, it "can" not so often. Nothing to do with the worries we have had two years ago. No. Small
virus through the winter and bodies. Colds, fevers, small, and this time the unpleasant attack the intestinal wall ...
Days viruses, where everyone washes their hands more often than usual, or I forbid kisses (but not mine, I can not), for once they can ask for forgiveness (when they argue, they reconcile themselves with the word "forgiveness" and a kiss) no kiss, and where they should drink a glass of clay (bé yes, what, what do you think what Smecta except clay with a very yuck artificial flavor, while green clay and basta)
Days virus was allowed to stay in his pajamas after noon and snuggle on the couch to make TV days.
We're not forced to finish his plate, must be said that rice naked, it's tired.
When I think in my EX enterprise, it was entitled to 5 days per year sick child, regardless of the number of child ...
There would not get a bonus day.
one where everything is going well, where I feel like it's happened, since the desire to dress, eat, "I'm hungry, I'm so hungry," because the dance moves to any music, and then the incessant chatter is even forgets to bring the thumb to his mouth and takes us well because we have hands full of pastel.
Day bonus which translates into "oh, she has too much luck" of others, the poor, should they go to school.
Days viruses have lasted two days and one night, weekend, depriving us of a little still output in the blue sky, but we will not complain, there will be other days of blue sky.
The bonus is to have mom just for you, too.
Mom will still not forget to tell you to go for a nap, my darling, you need to rest all these artistic activities, all the films screened, so much laughter and jokes. No but
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Two films that have impressed me.
Good Sunday ...

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Remembrance remembrance.

Today we celebrate the anniversary of a death. From a president, a statesman.
I saw him in real life.
Not very big, not very fast, very ill indeed, he came to inaugurate the Fac to which I belonged in 1994. It was a gray day. But the walls of the FAC were still very colorful, it was new, it was beautiful, it was red, yellow, orange and black. Me, I liked.
Actually, I always have a twinge of regret when I pass
UBO is the symbol of my desires, my failures, my shortcomings, my cravings again. Each time, I wonder if those who work there that day, in the library, or CBRC know their luck.
I did not realize it at the time. I am someone who understands that we must quickly explain long. I associate
Francois Mitterrand to the culture, intelligence, humanity, too. It was somebody. For me, there's no doubt about it, I still bring him great respect. Until the end he remained dignified. Of course the "business". Secrets. The dark side. And so much the better. It takes a lot of mistakes to learn. Why I think
to him, or why is it that at college I associate?
Because the two are linked.
Continue to learn, grow, stay curious, to express themselves, understand, and appreciate things at their fair value. I am convinced that knowledge comes understanding, and that this understanding is essential for a certain social harmony.
The Faculty is a space of freedom to learn. Nothing is or should be taboo, everything can be studied, explained. It is possible to communicate with the "knowledgeable". If they do not know, student status is a passport to go further, another city, another library.
is access to everyone regardless of social status from the tray in hand, in the world. On the Other.
You just feel like it. To go further. Do not settle for what is on the table in front of anyone, but go on the next book. The shelf above. Do set limits than its physical strength. Have a hair in the hand makes things more difficult. The regrets years later not having had enough lucidity to these key data ... we are almost
Obviously, the need to pay rent and feed themselves, shortened considerably ambitions.
But because I did not really want. I'm sure if I really wanted, and if so and so ... I would have acted differently.
So sorry, but to catch up.
Better late than never. Late than never. Fac
Cheers, whatever is said.

PS: today: Emily Loizeau, "Savage Land"
Youn Sun Nah, "Voyage"
and Eddy Mitchell, "Big Screen"

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