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Meanwhile ... Paper towels

Meanwhile he plays games he invents, he plays
roles, he plays the scenes, he speaks alone
For his mirror he plays the drama of its pitfalls, it kills
hours in the hallway of his expectations. Meanwhile

set the window or screen,
Through the cloud of his dying breath.
He sees only the white winter tirelessly
Where nothing comes from, where nothing lives, where everything is slow,

Until it sleeps, or he pretended silence
freezing his appearance in an extended body,
When the heart of his flesh dance naked blades:
needles of a dial engraved hours immense.

Meanwhile he painted smiles on masks
He shows at night or when you visit, the mask dance
Then his features granite
But the impatient vanity hates pranks.

Until he traces his icy hand
On a crumpled paper he tears the letters. In his long monologues
meet her sighs, And the hours
destroy his lying words.



Until he dies, slowly and quietly
In the heavy silence of a lack ubiquitous
Who stifles the voices of friends unconscious
harping Him in vain feelings heard.

Until dawn, dressed pink flames,
He wrote the name on the walls of the absentee,
It surrounds and drowns him in his prose,
And suffocating love emerging in tears.

Meanwhile he dreams of tomorrow before or
the other day but when? He knows very well.
From these lips kissed the wild yesterday
That time has changed in deserted chimeras.

And then the door opens, and then the voice resonates.
Light, perfumes, returned in procession,
And in the bare room incorporate the arpeggios
The song familiar but never boring.

Left Arm Numb And High Heart Rate

obstacle course!


my Christmas shopping.

Since I can only take a few steps, I remain cloistered at home. I do not have enough strength to push my wheelchair. There is no question that Lulu helps me is too painful for her.
The last time she did, she suffered a lot back.

To my last Christmas shopping, my little sister came to my rescue. I also need advice for making gifts to my dear.

During my first trip, I realized that the streets are not really made for disabled persons with Lucy and we have not set foot in a store ...

in Rodez, almost all businesses have a walk, so to go into a shop he had to make my little sister Jaja work his muscles ...
Once inside, it was very difficult to move between the shelves.
course everything was outside my door!
Purchases made by the seller or the seller did not open the door to exit.
Whether it be traders or customers, no one is rushed to help me!

I just started to measure the difficulties that await me when I have my electric wheelchair. Certainly with it I can get out and walk the streets but to enter a shop I have huge problems:
They are very very heavy gear. Who will be able to help me?

I will still not buy everything on the internet
Anyone can find themselves handicapped overnight. From time to time our brave politicians should sit in a wheelchair and live the life of a person who can not walk anymore ...

My approach is not selfish: What is accessible to the disabled, is also the mothers with their prams or housewives with their shopping carts! The day
legislators have understood this and taken appropriate action, everyone will be better!

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how Christ himself?


THE GREAT INVOCATION
Alice A. Bailey
point of light in the mind of God Let light stream
into the minds of men
Let Light descend on earth.
From the point of love in the heart of God Let love stream
in the heart of men
May Christ return to Earth.
the center where the will of God is known Let purpose
guide the little wills of men.
The purpose which the Masters know and serve.
the center which we call the race of men
That the plan of love and light to thrive
And may it seal the door where evil dwells.
Let Light and Love and Power restore the Plan on earth.

The winter solstice, which occurs just before the celebration of Christmas marks the longest night of the year and so when the days begin to lengthen. This is the victory of light over darkness. The Earth is the point closest to the Sun and the solar rays spiritual arrive at right angles to the northern hemisphere where they promote spirituality. At the same time physical activities are hampered by the fact that the physical rays of the sun we arrive obliquely.
Therefore, on the night of December 24 to 25, physical activities are at their lowest point and the spiritual forces reach their maximum, which makes the night more "holy" of the year.

But do we truly realize the extent of the sacrifice of Christ to mankind? Do we feel that wonderful love that flows on Earth at this time?

If you are interested in the esoteric symbolism of Christmas, please read the following page: http://www.esoterisme-exp.com/Section_dossier/Noel/Noel_esoterique.php (Research and editing by Gilles surprising)

There may also just before the winter solstice (the Sun will enter in Capricorn at 23 h 40 UT on December 21) a total eclipse of the moon partially visible in France before sunrise, followed by the Full Moon at 8 h 15 UT on 29 ° 21 Gemini axis (Moon) - Sagittarius (sun.
Note also that the new moon of January 4, 2011 will produce a partial solar eclipse visible in France at sunrise.
In Paris, it will reach 73%.
http://www.inrp.fr/Acces / clea/cahiers-clairaut/CLEA_CahiersClairaut_131_05.pdf

According to A. Rupert (cycles become): "When a solar eclipse is preceded by a lunar eclipse, the Full Moon will then liquidate any part of the past in its own nature or conditions of life and allow the person to step new elements in his life and make a fresh start when the next solar eclipse. "
"If a lunar eclipse South Node is followed by a solar eclipse north node we are facing a dilemma between the desire, goal and vision to the spiritual needs of the ego and automatic models habits. In theory the sun is strongest, so it should be possible to consider its own past and its packaging in an objective manner. We can then, at the next solar eclipse, cross the way in overcoming compulsions of its own lunar nature. We must find a new way of adapting to circumstances that require fundamental changes in habitual patterns of behavior. "Since

traditionally begins when a new year's resolutions was announced that wishes to take, why not take advantage of the influence of these two successive eclipses challenge us to change our behavior, our feelings, our way thinking. We'll probably have to deal with emotional upheaval that will exceed what to look for internal change is necessary, we ask also what hinders our spiritual progress and sweep all the limiting factors. According
Rupert "eclipses are opportunities to use the past and present, all that was previously acquired as well as the place where one is at a particular time, to build a future more creative ... They represent summations to try a new adaptation to life, to give a new quality to the relationship one has with his environment. "

Would this not the moment to begin our spiritual rebirth since, winter solstice influx of life and light spiritual flows on Earth?

The year 2011 will also witness the end of a zodiac.

Jupiter, the great benefit and Uranus, the Arousing, finally leave the twelfth and last sign of the zodiac, Pisces, respectively January 22 and March 12. Jupiter-Uranus cycle with a duration of 14 years began on June 8, 2010 with 0 ° Aries. This cycle
Announces Renewal sociocultural.
These two planets were then demoted in July and returned in conjunction with a second fish on 09.19.2010 (28 °) and the last who will be on 01.04.2011 (27 °).
Jupiter resumed its direct November 18 (23 °) followed by Uranus on December 6 (26 °).
a sign Aries is active, enterprising, dynamic, courageous but can also be impulsive, combative or belligerent.
The momentum, enthusiasm and the momentum begun at the first combination has not been able to develop, deploy, as if it was necessary that first spark of energy released in a rather brutal and provocative is internalized ( demotion) to make us more goals against our social behaviors, forces us to seek a new way to act, express ourselves socially.
The message that I will remember is that our action must be collective and not individual, for causes that seem worthy of interest and for the greater good of all.

While Uranus and Jupiter initiate a new cycle, Neptune, planet of the deity, and Chiron, the healer of the zodiac will enter in Pisces, which we will, I hope to keep in touch with the part of divinity within us and avoid getting lost by being a selfish too strong, a warrior spirit too because a strong need for affirmation so we could animate.

Cycle Neptune-Chiron began February 17, 2010 in the sign of Aquarius altruistic and humanistic (26 14). Chiron has already made an initial entry into Pisces April 20, 2010 and returned in Aquarius in July 2010. He returned permanently in Pisces February 8, 2011 where he stayed until 2018.
Neptune will make its first entry into Pisces April 4, 2011. He returned in Aquarius August 5, 2011 then definitely come in Pisces February 3, 2012 to 2026.

The symbol of Pisces is reminiscent of the unfathomable depths of the ocean, these mysterious lowlands, and is therefore the sign of mystery. It marks the end of a cycle and contains also in its depths, the seed of new life.

The mission of Neptune, planet of the deity is to awaken the noblest sentiments, stimulate the mind so that it meets the most sublime vibrations, to raise awareness to the areas most pure inspire us to realize our higher self, to bring the merger and cooperation of the personality with it so that it arrives to conform his life to the teachings of Christ. This planet is intended to advance humanity, to help him climb along the evolutionary spiral.

Chiron and Neptune in Pisces could give us a healing method for the transformation of humanity and allow us to begin the process of alchemical transmutation of lead into gold for man to become Philosopher's Stone.

We must move from a materialistic and dualistic belief, which sees people and their environment as being separate, a new awareness of a global reality that embraces the experience of the ego, a reality within which people feel they are one with nature and the whole animated creation. Dr. Albert Hofmann

is time to follow the path Heart developing high and noble thoughts, our compassion, our dedication, our altruism but also our intuition, our vision and our discernment to feed our spiritual growth and open up our minds on what we really are, Christs in the making.

"Christ is born it a thousand times in Bethlehem be born in
If you, your soul remains alone. The Cross of Calvary
you contemplate unsuccessfully
Both excl. lights yourself she not lifted. "Angelus
Silesius

Let this to ourselves every moment of our lives, let each our thoughts and our actions through the sieve of our discernment, let viewers of our emotions not their slave. Thus we will find the path to God.
By combining our commitment to our discretion we will learn to respect us, daring us to forgive, to let others free of judgments and their feelings towards us, to show tolerance towards their failure.
We will then taken to the liberating love, beautiful light that allows us to move forward. It is the basis of all life and the result of our awareness.

become truly great man when he loses sight of his personal goals in such so it does not live longer than humanity. He will then transcended his human nature.

must act as if everything depended on man and not God and we must entrust to God as if everything depended on Him and no man
St. Ignatius of Loyola

I wish you you all a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year 2011!

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AN ANGEL HEART! A NEW FACE


THE GALLERY.
What I feared most, to find myself in a chair just happened. I can only do with difficulty walking with crutches!
past few months, I never go out of my studio. I never give that to my physical therapy! For

m'oxygéner a bit, do not stay in the reclusive home my doctor prescribed me an electric wheelchair. For the latter the formalities are long. And heard, I use a manual.

With it I went to the library! Fortunately, Lucy was with me. Push this thing was a martyrdom. Despite my refusal, my darling helped me. In the ribs must be forced. It is the same for descents. If we do not accept, it takes very fast speed. The cobblestone streets deviated wheels
The obstacles were really there!

Now I feel what extent a person in a wheelchair. The few hours I have spent outside me completely emptied. Lulu was exhausted.
I'll stay home and wait until you grant me one that is electric. Jeannine

This week my little sister made me listen to a song called "She has a heart of an angel . I was shocked. The words describe it perfectly my Lulu.
Darling is my greatest support. I spend many painful moments. It's very hard to mourn his legs. Without it I would have sunk into despair.
You know the love gives me wings. I draw my strength in the bond that unites us. Now that I'm happy, I enjoy with relish each moment I spend with my darling. I smile to life! Listen carefully

She has a heart of an angel . To make things better, I added the lyrics. Is not it great that my half?
I am the biggest lucky there is one chance in 150,000,000 of winning the euromillion. On Earth we are eight billion people and only one Lucy.
This gave me her heart. It is a jewel more precious than all the gold World

In misfortune happens to me, I learned that there is nothing more sacred to love and be loved. He who does not know this verb combine live in hell

She's crying a river, she helps everyone
There is so much sorrow, she has to be strong
She needs all her power, for helping the poor
Showing heaven to you
There`s something to live for, oh what makes you glad
Oh she can`t see it, if people are sad
A new star in heaven, she helps everyday
Hope she lives forever and a day

She has a heart, heart of an angel
She has a heart, heart of gold
It is more and more than a lonely heart can hold
She has a heart, heart of an angel
She lives thousand lives in one
She is the queen of hearts, for her I sing this song

Heart of an angel

She gives everything, she helps everyone
Sometimes it`s easier, oh said than done
She wears love like heaven and she knows no fear
She lives between a laugh and a tear

She has a heart, heart of an angel
She has a heart, heart of gold
It is more and more than a lonely heart can hold
She has a heart, heart of an angel
She lives thousand lives in one
She is the queen of hearts, for her I sing this song (for her I sing this song)

She has a heart, heart of an angel (heart of an angel)
She has a heart, heart of gold
It is more and more than a lonely heart can hold (oh)
She has a heart, heart of an angel (heart of an angel)
She lives thousand lives in one (one)
She is the queen of hearts, for her I sing this song (For Her I sing this song)


One Heart of Gold Heart of an angel Heart of an angel

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It is on my desk piles of paper
An inkwell dry, dull feathers, a candelabrum
death and smeared with soot, and empty bottles
ripped through the night.

I wandered into this scene naive and pathetic,
Cursing the white sheets piled
And the virginity of my hand timid, trembling
Who caressing the idea of a feeling.

And yet I dreamed that night of debauchery,
excess and opulence, of passionate letters.
But tonight my wrist was still left
And nothing came defile the innocent papers.

It is in my mind so many words and ideas
Feelings also smothered and die.
Like everything sounds good! I would tell them to you ... But I remain silent
and I shudder to write.

In the delirium of silly my sleep troubled
I take the pen yet and I blacked out pages,
sonnets where your name is wonderful rhyme, bright letters
And when I praise your face.

But in the morning the lines were erased,
And the reason my poor censorship arabesques.
I see the ridiculousness of my ideas grotesque
And I give birth to a new masterpiece stillborn.

man than I am, whenever I open my eyes,
judge me, condemn me to a shameful fate.
Your eyes should read these words I dreamed, but my clumsy fingers
not know the plot. When


on paper, feverish, I venture,
soon accumulate and red sticker. On
feeling gracious I botched the portrait, and my
banalities in corrupt lines.

So for you my angel I compromise myself,
I put in my heart my honor outdated
And I publish this to lack of height,
Because silence kills me more than my mistakes.

These legendary love the morning abortive
My eyes, my hands, my body will tell you them, eloquent lover
And I try to be
Te will forget the absence of my letters.

It would take a genius to fulfill my task,
And you deserve it, but my talent is loose.
I have no genius to tell you about us, I'm
lover but a lover crazy.

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AESTHETIC SURGERY

Recently I saw in the magazine Health on France 5 a story that shocked me:
A lady was sorry to see that his lips fell slightly. She could not bear to see her face and wanted to have surgery! This woman must have money to throw around. Surgeons have good reason to enjoy the stupidity of this kind of person! Fortunately
Social Security does not pay any what ...

The two presenters of this magazine they have forgotten the two heartbreaking stories of Pascal and Jerome both men face transplant?
Their faces were badly distorted by huge tumors caused by neurofibromatosis.
They were made free. In France we have a very good health system makes this possible!

I invite you to view a beautiful story called "My new brand face "
is the story of Maurice Simpson, a man carrying a neurofibromatosis. Since his childhood, he has staged numerous times on the operating table. He decided to undergo a very risky operation that will change her face.

Maurice worked very hard in a restaurant. He coached a basketball team. His wife is lovely. He is father of 4 children. With courage, he fought the disease as if it did not exist.

Before going to the hospital, he meets with Reggie Bibb. Their meeting me bouleversée.Petite funny story that day was Reggie wearing a beret. (I thought I recognized my gift) This covers her head is fine. His friend Lou is right to say that my friend is a French frenchy!
It felt good to smile. The images of this video are unsustainable!

Now he has new face thanks to a generous donor anonyme.Les surgeons have done a fabulous job! Americans are not lucky enough to have medical coverage as is the case in France.
Do not count on me for me to tell you everything. Watch the story. Thou shalt know two men I admire and respect deeply.

"My Brand New Face" from AdGiant we Vimeo.

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at this time is where you come home?

For breakfast Gregory, whose father came home a little late the other night.

23:30. In an empty house in a deep armchair, a young man's eyes follow the hands of the clock. He wears the shoes of his father, and holds a cigar between his fingers off. On the table, the decanter which sleeps an old whiskey diffuse amber highlights. At his feet his dog asleep under the table.
To pass the time he likes to reverse the scene. The dog smoking a cigar, slippers for feet, and her ball under the table, gnawing a bone. It may be try later when the carafe is empty. Meanwhile he squirms nervously cigars, inhaling her scent, rejecting a nervous sigh. It may grate a match, the approach of the cigar and change its mind and look at the flame extinguished by burning his fingers.

23:45. The door opened timidly. At this low noise, the eyes of son s'écarquillent. He does not move the chair provided. The father enters quietly, trying not to get noticed. He runs behind his son, who turns his back in his chair, hoping that he dozed off. He sets the chair of the gaze across the room, along the back wall. A few meters further separate him from his bedroom door. Then he extends his arm toward the handle, a stern voice was heard behind the chair.

- Dad!
- Um ... Yes?
- It at this time where you come home? And you thought that plus I do not realize it?
- I do it often, and most of the time you realize not consider ...
- What do you think Daddy, what you think!
- What difference does it make anyway? You to sleep or not I would be back at the same time.
- This is the value you give to my nights of worry? This is my reward? The indifference, ingratitude? You know Dad, twenty years the sleepless nights are no more pleasant than fifty.
- You're still more driven than me ... you're not last party!
- I seem to make whoopee there? You're confusing the sleepless nights and insomnia ... at your age you should make a difference!
- Ben then sorry. I'll go to bed I'm really tired. These days were a bit demented.
- Not so fast my friend. Take time to sit down, I'd be happy to offer you a drink. This deserves a little break after no?
- I'm really not anxious now ... I still feel dizzy.
- I do not force you to drink Dad. But you and me we need to talk a little.
- Leash I go to sleep now ...
- You think only your comfort! Under the pretext that you spent 50 years you think you any permit, you think you have the right to leave like that without warning?
- I'm a kid either ...
- You're still under our roof dad, and you have homework. And I remind you that it's me again who pays your pension, and it's going to be like this for the next 40 years at least. So were you I would not zeal. And without your excess in the '70s we might not be there financially. So the least recognition it might be to be present for us. A little longer.
- But the father's neighbor, he is long gone, and he's younger than me!
- Yes the father's neighbor! Talk about an example. If you take example on guys like him you will not go away!
- It's not just him in the bike club there are plenty who spend their time away from home, and this year alone there are 2 that are still parties. And their wives and children they leave them alone.
- A band that alcolos picolent even more than I talk about a model! That's what makes you dream? Necessary to change references Dad. I'll have people just visiting me. And appreciate life.
- Even my father at my age he was already gone first.
- Oh yeah? It was 30 years ago. I believe that times have changed since then.
- Times are always changing in the direction that suits you ...
- And your mother?
- The language of lunch ... I do not believe
- Do not answer like that to your son! And your mother and yourself, it would make you happy can be when he left like that for so long? And you did not hear ... And it ended up breaking, and it is not income ... You do not remember the evening vigil to wait any news? Is that what you wish for your son now?
- It's like that is the past, we will change nothing. What's the point of reused old stories like that? It's pathetic.
- But history repeats itself constantly. Human life always has the same mouth. The same principle, the same end ... But why repeat the same shit?
- is not conn ...
- And I'll say anything to my neighbor's son? It's been 15 years that I balance my dad is a superhero, that is nothing compared to hers ... It will make me pass for a big mythology in the neighborhood if you going to break you like that, and if you disappear overnight.
- Yeah it's a real problem ... but my boy was not telling them to salads snotty opposite either.
- The worst is that I hardly had to tell him to make him believe that you were a superhero ...
- Yeah but his father is a scoundrel ... obviously it was easier
- Her father was a scoundrel, but if you continue like this you'll soon make it to the competition!
- Yes well it is still there! That's life too! Becaufe it is not just absent one is a loser. It happens to everyone.
- No one is immune from stupidity. You got the right to plant, and I have the right to yell too. What is good and the papers there, one more call?
- No son, that my results
- Your results? Let's see. I'm almost afraid to look now ... If it was brilliant you would not have stayed so long there.
- Well look, you see. Either way you look or not the results be the same.
- Oh yeah? Maybe if I look at the envelope further 20 minutes with a grunt, the results will not improve? You did that with my ballot
note ... - Yes ... effectiveness was limited in general ...
- Okay so I'm going. Anyway the point where we are.

The son opened the envelope with a sigh, his hand on the forehead, with a dramatic exaggeration. His caricature he makes his speech to conceal his real concern, and hand wipes the drops running down his temples. His eyes roam wildly black lines. He puts the paper on the coffee table, sighs, looks up at his father.

- Well, I expected worse Dad. It is getting better compared to last time right?
- Ben was told to continue my efforts. It is not good ... but top
- Yes I can see it thank you, you will not even honor roll ... you reconvened next week?
- Yes I return with the department head this time.
- I hope you will take charge of it ... there are so many who have tried. You're a terrible you know!
- Well it seems to have a lot of hope for my case ...
- May their hopes be realized ... I'm rather proud of you all in case Dad you made efforts.
He closes the envelope and went to his father.
- I leave the store with the rest of your medical records ... I hope this is one of the last I read.
- Well I hope so, but you know there will be others. And I have to leave. And longer and more often ...
- Yes, finally for this kind of crap the later the better. What is so great out there for everyone to finish? Tell me I'm interested! I hope at least that you take your foot while I am the blood of ink in my chair! Tell me what gives you the low that you do not here!
- Ben
... not much - is that the products you spin? I hope you take no dangerous stuff ... what do they pass on to you people out there? There is so much crap that circulate in hospitals ... You look at what they spin you eh?
- No te son bile not they know what they give me ...
- Oh yeah? Then you glide well over there? You guts right? That's why you there go back?
- Sometimes it's not bad but ...
- That girls can be? They send you is sexy nurses that? I was sure ... It's nurses in short skirts that make you injections of morphine. What do you want me to do it against me ...
- Not only that ...
- Note says that's pretty cool as cancer, I'll be finding me. You take me next time?
- Nan but you do not have anything at all, at any age!
- What do you mean there is an age to be connected?
- Well I think yes. And five minutes ago you told me it was better not to repeat the ancient bullshit ... So it might be better if you stay a little wiser. If everyone loses it at the same time here, Mom will probably not appreciate ...
- Sure ... other hand, it is she who has set an example ... It was she who mucked first.
- So you see I had a good example in the eyes!
- Nan nan Dad you will not get you out that way. You know very well that it is a party when Mom told you nicely to fuck him peace for a very long time, and join as late as possible. Yes, you followed her everywhere but over there you can leave her alone, she has everything she wants on the spot.
- Yeah but I miss ...
- Do not worry, she will stay over there super long time, even if you waiting 20 years to join you'll have a beautiful stretch of eternity to share with her. Relativize some what. You're not the center of the world. Damn, why must you be so impatient for your age?
- We do what we can sonny, everyone does what he can. In life you need to know basis, and must also know how to leave.
- should also think about those who remain ...
- You think I enjoy letting you there? When you were a kid it made me a huge hangover in the morning to let you go to work. Have to say that made choices that did its best, and that for the rest, there was no choice. So when you have no choice we have nothing to regret ... There is no reason to be angry ...
- Oh yes, there are plenty of reasons! Actually no, there can be no reason, but I could not care less! In November the weather is rotten, and night falls faster. It's every year, irremediable, that's life. Yet this shit seriously, and we complain, and we stick together and we will keep you warm until spring ... So yes, I complain that it is autumn and I'm entitled!
- It con, but I'm rather pleased that you detest it ... it means we have at least had a good summer together. It would be sad if we could leave the past behind you like that, without it we lack a little.
- Easy for you to say you've still got the blood drenched psychotropic Me too ... if I had nurses in short skirts to take my temperature, and drug self-service, I have positive thoughts about the disease!
- wait a little son ... The strong painkillers are one of the few privileges of the sick and old! So it leaves them a few years. Glad you sex. I assure morphine is not much better. You have everything else. You're beautiful, strong, smart, not two like idiot ...
- I have a father who made the 400 blows at the hospital, that goes without warning, and returns more later, and whose the results are even more than poor ...
- Yes, but tonight he came home. So why spend that time to take the lead?
- You're right. We should instead celebrate it ...
- Voila! Come share a little of my whiskey do you?
- Haha! No Dad, you, you go to bed now! You need rest, you're growing.

The father sighs and turns on his heels, shoulders low. He returned to his room, muttering ...

- Couillon!
- I distinctly heard Dad! .

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The tender faces a violent poison.

accumulation neuroses futile, stupid and potentially dangerous, but absolutely necessary to my existence.

throat encased in a black tie, smothering under a light scent and anonymously, sweating bad coffee, I speak with a stoic efficiency at a meeting without color. Scroll down my face expressions learned. My mind assembled mechanically words and sends them to the chain, subtly modulated by human intonations falsely, to this audience ruminant. I wonder at the durability of this mechanism, which day after day gets under way, and does not seize. I dread the expected failure of this improbable hoax. The mask held there for another hour? Another five minutes and I can go out, breathe. I imagine an actor, I invent games to take a few moments more. The entire morning can be. And then sometimes, surreptitiously, the eye disorder. The time to fetch a document in my suitcase, a pained expression distorts my face, I pretend not to find document Searched, I earn twenty seconds under the table, drops a sigh, bite my lip, and back to the table, impassive and smiling coldly.
And the break in the toilet, I stared at me, clinging to the lavatory. Trembling under the effect of coffee, I watch my face and I have not changed. The mask is transparent, dark circles are real, and modulated my voice was not human. I think about my breathing, my chest seems stiff.

I try to decorate the mask pouts some rigor. I rarely leave in recent days. For the credibility of the thing, I decorate. Smiles and attentions of witticisms, compliments of the shovel. Sometimes I pretend compassion before any complainant. This appeasement of surface finish can be impregnated by a little more deeply my flesh ... I mean
rain and sunshine, and just under my skin, I feel blades that slowly settle. And under my disembodied speech, I repeat a thousand arguments to convince me of the absurdity of my pain. They're healing, ten minutes, and then I forget the blade and slice again.

I had not slept the night before. I turned into a typhoon indefatigable, freezing my veins, shaking me, illuminating my Board of harsh lights and cold. I turned around for hours in my bed, a prisoner of my impotence as a straightjacket. My

capricious boils were of no avail in the morning nothing had changed. Strangle my pillow did not provide any particular improvement, any more than the repeated bites in the sheets ripped apart. Always the typhoon in my belly, and its haunting cries that covered my thoughts. Screams, silence, what is the difference? Lack, always there, sleep less, and rabies have resumed. The shame of myself again inflicted stupidly, this voluntary torture. After some struggles

, saved by the recklessness and abandonment, I manage to sleep peacefully. And then at night I open one eye, and he is there at the bedside. Intently watching my sleep illusory, a smile of disdain at the corner of his mouth. And it is necessary, chasing dreams sweet fleeing at his approach. Silent, staring into my eyes, the poison is there. He clasps his heart in his hand and cold makes it beat. First slowly, then faster and faster, and never leave my eyes.

But I got up, automatically, mesmerized by my poison. I Typhoon took my hand and we went to work. The routine for both of us. The poison, typhoon, black tie, mask polite, and time passes too slowly distilled ... And in every minute flowing, concentrate the poison.

Sometimes I lie awake in my house to my office in the morning, scanning the moon for an anxious eye. From a vacant eye and crazy flowing underneath the deep dark circles and dry. On the eye and which formed protruding on a screen that lights up my face a livid light.
I entertained in these musings of a passionate night with a telephone, turning every ten minutes, until it finally spits these few words I expect. I torture my nails scratching the screen smooth and death, shaking as I shook my fevers. More than once I nearly exploded against a wall ... But we must preserve the lives of hostages, including a confession ... we hope

This was one example I could cite it as one hundred . Hundred things I need, a hundred things that haunt me to make me sick, every day. And every day one of them is so strong that it permeates every cell of my body. I conquer, the price of some fevers, and it is his sister who attacks me, then his daughter and then his shadow. So the days pass.

For years, I strictly forbid me to wince in the rain. Each storm is an excuse for this childish challenge. I cross, expressionless, and I remain unaffected by water running down my face. What could some
grin against the elements? A distorted face is it less permeable or less sensitive? I see in this discipline the embryo of a victory over the pain I suffered. I do not have the same wisdom to bad weather plaguing under my skin.

These paths cross paths are hidden shortcuts or detours, whatever, that j'empreinte to happiness. If I have so much trouble, does that mean I go? Child I dreamed for hours in front of the stone crosses and lace that flourished in the moors of Brittany ...

How many ruins in the lower house? How many wars have overwhelmed? How many times he was again rebuilt, and with this morbid obstinacy and laughable at the same place so vulnerable, where necessarily the enemy comes back, where they will remain easy prey balls heavy and cold ... So I
rebuild, the same material so fragile, perpetually. And on the same floor where furniture and sinking, slowly but inexorably, my foundation. I feel the soles of my feet up the heat of hell. I keep the nose in the air, stretching like a marshmallow ... Always the same pains, the same questions, same mistakes, the same vagaries.




I often persuaded, perhaps to console me, it could be otherwise. Without these neuroses and addictions without these, what would happen to me? Without this typhoon roared through my veins, what a sad breeze would turn my blood? Where fleet generally stifling the fragrance poisons my dears, would I support clean air and fresh, sanitized?
I certainly decrease, very slowly, like a balloon punctured, without consistency, without stress, without pressure.

You say one day we will get used to their absence, emptiness, lack, the latent dissatisfaction. It clings to the belief that the reason comes back, it grows with time. That adolescence is just lazy little linger in a corner from us. One day, certainly, the body will simply happy little soul and to delight in his dreams, as in his memories, and remain deaf to the song the thousand mermaids.
But the days pass. The addiction is increasing, pounding his claims, struggling, taking us hostage.

But this poison is me and nothing other than me. It is my lot, the life that I received and I shall have more. This weakness is myself, this pain is proof of that life.
The energy of the fall, propels me through the day in depths of love, I fall again as I fell often with great belief, sometimes with enthusiasm, with relish. I was complaining, especially people judge me, I was taking pity on the victim of my immaturity. But I never have complained of these poisons there.
I feared so, and I complained often, when alone in the morning on an empty stomach and neck typhoon deserted by the smell of poison, I got up too cold, and pale as the moon left me numb.
For when flies are also poisons my soul, and appear around me happiness too intense for reasons too wise. So I fly in my typhoon, far far behind the front man of the mask, to divine pleasures that I pay in sleepless nights.

And these pleasures there, what happiness there is joy to which I am entitled. It is happiness to me allocated. Dare to tell me, if your time is worth much more, to live differently, to love otherwise. Here

life, the material burning. I dare not smother. I still fall asleep in the dark glow of my love, pain and nights of absence, they will succeed tomorrow
a dawn smiling, she will face a tender poison.

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is a word that made me suffer a lot especially during my childhood. I have always paid dearly for not being like everyone else. Children are cruel and adults more ...

reread my blog and you'll see that I have made extraordinary encounters that changed my life. I learned that the difference is a strength, wealth. It
therein lies a treasure trove.
Fortunately we are not all equal: There are small and big, strong and weak, young and old, etc.

A life where everything is identical, it would be hell. Can you imagine a world in which there is only one color, scent, taste?
Do not just savor what you know. Devours life to the fullest, scans all your prejudices. Accept your neighbor and especially you as it is.

Do not be ashamed of yourself or your neighbor if you think it is somewhat or completely cracked. This is not a flaw but a jewel that life has bestowed

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And the caterpillar became a butterfly! The Autumn Equinox


month of November will be marked by transmuting energy of Pluto. Teacher of the lunation Scorpio, Pluto is also in exact conjunction with the True North Node 10 November to 3 36 Capricorn.


The symbolic degrees according to Hindu astrology (transmitted by Volasfera, translated work by Sepharial) indicates that the 3 ° to 4 ° Capricorn is the following image: "A vestal lamp burning "
"Spirit higher and higher, given to studying the problems of spiritual essence, with inspiration and intuition of a higher order. If one looks in the silence of his room, we found the key to higher mysteries of life and thought. In any situation, we will reach a top position and it will be recognized as a leader of men, knowing train human minds. Stranger in the world, there will be an intuitive eternal truths. "

Scorpio lunation (New Moon 13 ° 40 Scorpio November 6 at 4:53 UT) should be a good time to introduce reforms aimed at a revival. Under this influence, we try to understand things in depth but can also feel more fearful, more anxious, it easily yields to impulses that may be harmful. People feel more resentful, and may have desires for revenge.
However, the chart of the lunation Scorpio reveals no area of significant tension. We even observed that New Moon is framed in part by Venus, planet of harmony, retrograde Pluto sextile (Capricorn) and the other Mercury, messenger of the gods, Jupiter trine Uranus Joint (Fish) Chiron square Neptune and spouse (Aquarius).

New Moon will serve as a bridge or mediator between the influence of Venus and of Mercury. The charm of Venus, his need to establish harmonious relations should promote sensible views, soften the floor, while being seduced clever and persuasive speaking in an insightful way even subtle.
This New Moon occurs on the degree of retrogradation of Venus should motivate us to get to the bottom of things, to penetrate the intentions of others, to express our feelings, to expose the intrigues and deception. It should however be careful not to pursue a utopian ideal, be swayed too easily, or tend to escape reality in terms of ideas.

Also note that Venus is Lucifer (light bearer) and retrograde Scorpio is about to leave, she will return in Libra on November 8 to 27 ° and then walk away live November 19.
"With Venus retrograde Lucifer our affect is little influenced by external circumstances and education, we come easily to separate our personal feelings of attraction or disgust for those that we can impose our environment is therefore evidence a real emotional authenticity. It is however expected to gain height and to develop values idealistic, philanthropic beyond personal interests to unite people through their common ground as human beings. " Site Around the Moon

It is when aligns what we live with what we want we are in communion with life and also with ourselves .

The conjunction of Pluto with the North Node (true), called the dragon's head in Hindu astrology and Tibetan began to form in September 2010 and will continue until February 2011.
This takes place in conjunction Saturn continues its march direct in Libra, its sign of exaltation and no longer forms part of tension with Pluto or Uranus and Jupiter.

It may also be noted that Ceres transiting Capricorn since October 9 and will leave Jan. 3 2011 will join this union as of October 20 for about a dozen days.

The chart of 10 November is quite harmonious with the Moon also joint Pluto and North Node true. Note that the Moon is opposite the South Node in Cancer, sign it rules.
Lucifer Venus retrograde, back in Libra is trine to Neptune-Chiron (Pisces) sextile North Node Pluto-Moon (Capricorn). Saturn is in Libra sextile to Mars in Sagittarius. The Sun in Scorpio is trine to Uranus and Jupiter in Pisces; there just its square to Neptune Chiron in Pisces.

Axis Cancer Capricorn where transiting Lunar Nodes since June 2009 and will leave in March 2011, being caught in the chains of time and is the link between the ancestors and future humanity. This axis is an experience of social achievement and responsibility, maturity and sensitivity it requires.

Pluto still called "the chief justice" has resumed its direct September 14 (he slipped back since April 7).
Will it make visible and understandable hidden truths?
All items: Soul, Body, Spirit are represented in ideogram marking the symbolic totality of this planet. One can see with Pluto evolution and transformation of the human soul.

Ceres, goddess of agriculture, harvests and fertility, mother of Persephone, herself the wife of Pluto, joined this conjunction in late October and will push us to accept the obligations and limitations necessary to live well harmony with others. It will encourage us to consider new means of action to adapt our methods and our behavior or our goals.
is also a good moment to correct our bad habits, take stock of health, starting a diet or care. In short, take care of us cleanse and purify themselves.

Philippe Regnicoli in Ceres, the unloved of astrology explains that "spouse Pluto Ceres is a coalition in favor because it gives a very good decision, a spirit capable of very insightful analysis at two levels: the conscious and the unconscious, getting an answer to both instinctive and rational.
Ceres and Pluto are planets demanding, requires a lot of personal effort to be in our best days. All the hidden problems in psychological biological or legal tend to explode at the surface in this association, to emerge from the conscience or the sight of all. We must fully assume the result of our actions, our commitments.
ago under its influence a very strong tendency to introspection and self-analysis and uncompromising. One is drawn to radically change our lives and we feel compelled to start over from scratch . "

Pluto transits bring about profound changes to them, they bring to the surface which is ready to be removed and destroyed. It's like a big cleanup to make way for the novelty. Pluto operates at a very deep level of being, it pushed to eliminate old patterns psychological or existential approach became unnecessary to our inner development. As shown

S. Arroyo Astrology, karma and transformation :
" Pluto transiting symbolizes the power to separate what lasts most of the transient, whether the soul from the body at the time of death or of the individual self the former complex personality and ego. Pluto in transit back to the surface the hidden or subliminal conditions so that this energy can be released from the former complex and transformed into a new source of power used consciously. The action of Pluto in transit concerns always so light that the darkness, the old and the new. While he often brings to the surface the remains of the past to eliminate them, it also highlights what I learned deep and makes manifest the essence of being that will live .

Pluto plunges us into the depths of our being to meet our dark side to regenerate us.
Ceres, the nurturing mother, holds the torch and shows us the path to the light to get on with our lives but transformed and infected by a new understanding, a rich new creative power that will allow us to make our garden bloom again.

The North Node conjunction real-Pluto can put an end to our attachment to the past, accelerate our development, leaving room for new experiences.
The Moon joins this combination leads us to dispose of attitudes, behaviors, from the past, to dare to leave our safe and protective cocoon and stop dreaming of a better life but rather we confront the realities of life and the resulting responsibilities. To do this, use our ability to meet our needs and those of others, but also our imagination and our rich inner life that we have great resources.
Saturn rules the sign of Capricorn passes its exaltation sign, Libra. It is therefore an opportunity for us to listen to others, develop a sense of sharing and equity in order to deepen our ability to judge and conciliation.

strong and clean for our evolution is needed and this can go through painful trials, drastic but necessary choices.
We must prepare ourselves questioning and to accept a complete change not only our belief systems become obsolete, but also our lifestyles and even a radical change in civilization.
But once the old patterns and ways of life will be destroyed and disposed of, the energy released by this process will feed us and allow us to move towards fulfillment. Above

keep faith in life and if you're tired of "grazing" weeds, then begin to sow new seeds to harvest a new reality.
By agreeing to leave our cocoon, the caterpillar that we are going to become butterfly ...

" There are some who say he must first die and then resurrect. They are mistaken. If man does not get first resurrection during his life, when he discovers nothing is dead. He will live in his sleep as he had lived his life. The apostle Philip.


Understanding lunar nodes: http://deejayogi.unblog.fr/les-noeuds-lunaires-en-astrologie/
To learn more about Ceres:
http://mythologica.fr/grec/ demeter.htm
Ceres, the unloved of astrology by Philippe REGNICOLI

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Verse 1 In the morning you leave and I stay alone
I look at the bed you just left, I listen
silence, silencing my pride
In without warmth of joy sheets sunny.

Every night in your arms let me back
You have tight hug, embraced, rejected. Your
heat gently leaves the room tired
footprint of your body deserted my surface.

Barely awake you abandoned me,
eyes half closed, and without explaining anything
In an expletive or two, the die was cast.


Chorus 1 But I have shared your joys and your pains, I felt
cons me your tears flow hot
I stroked your cheeks hectic sobs!

I counted the hours with you nights of anguish,
And you ignore me, against me, without sleep,
eyes fixing the void and thinking to another.

I also heard the evening of your childhood,
thousand tales and stories and as many trips,
And that we continue, both all night.



Verse 2 Every day swearing and even abandonment, I
haunts an unmade bed, draped in memories, I expect
there like an idiot, and no other ambition
I do not even blame you, and I make me smile.

Without knowing my crime I accept my sentence: Your
excess, your departure, your contempt, your forgetfulness
All this I do not care, I know this scene
I know your excuses and your beautiful alibis.

Sometimes for days you stayed with me.
But you could not feign happiness.
It was not your place, it's not my role.


Chorus 2: I have known
insult me when you shared
Without a word I've had nights shameful
And your loneliness, so cruel in the morning.

You came back to me, I accept in silence
You breathed hard, his head deep within me,
To regain some of the perfume of the night. I received

your secrets, your beautiful secrets, hidden
If that thyself hast forgotten.
The "I love you" stifled dreams evaporated.

Verse 3:

When you got no choice you come back to me.
When worn, exhausted, you do not know where to sleep,
On my heart you stagger and if I had arms,
J'enlacerais body that no longer wants to suffer.

I found my place among other objects,
With only hope for happiness ephemeral. So I secretly blessed
winters
Who you bring in the hollow this great unmade bed. One day last


you stay near me, but that day
My tender care will not know
Revive your body too cold.


Chorus 3:
I also remember the days of high fever,
your body with all its weight, boiling and crush me, And your
wheezing and needy.

I tried to grab you, but always without success. To my
warmth you preferred drugs, you will leave
sick and dying came back.

I remember the games, and fighting child
Of your laughter and light that does not change
Of these follies ageless to me that you mingled.

Epilogue:
Sometimes we leave, you put myself in a box, And you
suited me, you wanted me more beautiful, You make me dream
younger, rebounded as yesteryear.

But of course the illusion quickly faded
My poor old smile came to adorn my face from this air
What debonair old pillows.

But going into my friend again this morning!
I do not want to worry, I'm not alone, I often secretly
a beautiful pillow.

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"A PIECE OF LOVE"



THANK GODMOTHER.

At the age of 18 to 20 years (I do not remember very well) my godmother gave me a Napoleon I Offer Women who love me ...

I put in a little box that I stored in the drawer of the wardrobe in my bedroom at my parents. I sure never find your soul mate, I ended up forgetting the gift.

It has stayed for 35 years in his little box. Yesterday my little sister went to our parents and brought this gold Louis

I gave it to the chosen of my heart. Lulu was very excited: she had just received his "piece of love." The author of this beautiful expression is Marie-Christine, a close friend who spends his life in the fight against neurofibromatosis! All

finally arrived. Do not give up your dreams your projects. Everyone is entitled to happiness. Nothing can hinder this.
I'm sure you also offer up your "piece of love!"

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The brief lives

The brief lives

He wiggles his fingers a Lighter worthless. Observing the anxious eyes of a wide boulevard that stretches out before him, his face contorts and his hands frantically agitated on the lighter. He always hated the outdoor cafés in Paris, and this morning his frustration is fueled by images gathered at his table. Nothing is in place. The cold air is responsible for some common suffocating from external radiators. The light from the sun too believed reflected on the table and the assaults, his eyes are not out of place in their orbits. He'd like to go back and look at the back of his skull, dark and warm.

cigarette in his mouth, he sighed with nervousness before this ridiculous black coffee, this glass of water he already knows he will hate the taste, too cold, too bland. A newspaper uninteresting beyond the table, and turning its pages, immersed in the depths of hot coffee. The frustration of conscious banality mingles with the freshness of the morning to seize the throat. It follows the look people in a hurry, with some escaping vapors sanitized. He then takes off again delivers gloves unnecessary guarding inside the cold of his hands. He has already made this gesture four times since he sat this morning. The dense crowd obstructs his vision, he writhes in her seat to watch the other side of the boulevard. Nothing doing, irritation bathes.

level rises relentlessly useless for hours. Cold, greenish, turbid, they infiltrated in recent days by the slightest gap in his schedule. He had previously stood. But the gap seems too wide open now, and boredom engulfed in him by breaking waves. Faced with this wall empty, he lowered his arm.

Across the street, behind the dirty gutters behind puddles, noisy buses and stinking, behind the stroller blocking the sidewalk and the old who discuss with their poodle, he saw life. In the department store with colorful displays, sounds, smells, tastes, faces and expressions are dancing wildly. The well-orchestrated chaos spreads in storefronts, and life will look like a puppy in a cage. Everyone's goal, mission, everything is as obvious and unpredictable. He is there, frozen in unnecessary hours, mesmerized by epilepsy ordinary world.

ago tasted it it is stuffed, it is private.

For the first time he was arrested, and leads This morning, preparing for battle nightmares. It cleaves the silence. Not the world, his own. Of course there is nothing to silence the voice of his thoughts. But a few thoughts, as rebellious as they are, struggling to find an echo in the desert. The response for survival, dialogue for a reason to live. But it further.

The day passes, and he fought all day an evil to be latent. Certainly a kind of acute pancreatitis, something digestive. The pain one feels when one has nothing to eat, and the stomach grinds painfully and thoroughly vacuum. It then puts these inflammation throughout his impotent rage, his revolt futile. If the empty stomachs are not very eloquent, they can make themselves heard. In

dying day, his wandering led him again on the boulevard. Disgust seized him again when he sees the café terrace. It sits next door on the curb. At his feet traveling butts and maple leaves. On the tables, newspapers too big, too hot coffees, glasses of water too cold, gloves unnecessary and lighters value. He smiled in his gutter.
colors dripping Boulevard and die a death vulgar, in the sewers of Paris. They slept a time on the pavement where the rain has swept along, and gradually fade into light orange plastic sun. Life fled also sucked into the mouth of the subway, who spit in the morning. Boulevard cleansed resumed his true face, discreet and pathetic as that of a great sad woman, blending gray stone that night. On the windows
batter in crash of iron curtains. The dolls' faces freeze. Of epilepsy joyful morning only stay a few thuds on the pavement wet. The pale light from the headlights of cars chasing intruders at night. Life at dawn omnipotent, fled like a rat, a miserable and shameful.

Puddles reflect neon signs, troubled by a few in no hurry. That is what remains of big business. Glare, fumes, gray shadows, not much of glory. Windows, and then nothing, inventory, boxes, promises and memories. On the glass fronts off, its reflection, laying the hurt on the pavement life. He sees his back pass into silhouettes. He believed he recognized the actors he admired in the morning. They will remove makeup, their clothes under their arms, their masks in a bag. But under the mask, nothing, no music, no color, no odor. A tone is absent. Madness dies cleanly without leaving a trace. And everything will resume tomorrow, for weeks, months, years, consistently. And the days go by, low and indistinct, and lives tired, tapering gradually to measure, will disappear without even being aware of it.

What difference, after all, in the dead there? What difference between these lives? There are many lives and diluted, somewhat pale and slightly warm, quiet taste, and short and strong like those ridiculous cafes, which may dilute the latest in the memory they leave. In these flames there, too much oxygen will be blown, and the wood goes too fast the red blood of passion to dull gray ash. And the world around them warms slowly, choking in the smoke of brief lives.

In any case, what is there more that image in his head and a few words to describe it? Life is a strange state of delirium permeable drug supplying a complex mechanism of representation. She climbs in snow, very fast in our minds, and six billion centers of the world parade in the center of six billions of imaginary worlds. And the end of the day, life up so high grounded in wavelet. No sooner does she wets the sand for a moment, then death arid erase the last traces.
And yet, this perfect state of fragility, of almost total insignificance, illusions, violent and understanding so well feigned by some good actors, is a chimera of vigor, strength and balance perfectly improbable .

He chose a brief life, he wanted to go to basics and had always been very impatient. The trivial would come later, he had decided very young. Boredom, routine, sleep, conventions, he had piled for years in a corner of the end of his life. Its purpose would spend weeks handcuffed to the bars of a radiator in his basement, and the rest trembled beside it on an electric chair. Today unfortunately, it seemed he had piled up too many trivial things, and that big pile of boredom that was before him began to overwhelm him. He was not angry or surprised indeed. He knew this day would come.

He enters the cellar, the door closes. What he leaves behind him? What is there before him? Long Beach of fatigue and disillusionment. It is still unclear whether the find courage to cross.

Whatever.

ago tasted it it is stuffed, it is no longer hungry.

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I need only take a few steps away so I'm tired. To not m'ankyloser, I am trying to get out, get fresh air.
Yesterday a woman I am most familiar with her husband, sees me walking with crutches.
She asks me what is happening. I told him ...

This has not affected at all that I could share my fear of being paralyzed. She accused me of not being brave, not to be a fighter. She cited the example of a disabled it was on TV incredible achievements!

exploded and I have dealt with bird names. I restrained myself for not making her swallow my two crutches. My darling had never seen me in this state.

He arrived the same kind of story to a friend Helen who has the same condition as me. She was treated to a comparison between it and disabled athletes ...
When athletes run a 100 meters in under 10 seconds or a marathon in 2 hours, no one will say a valid:
You are not very nimble, be brave there is no reason why you don ' will not arrive! If disabled

are able to achieve extraordinary performance, the better, bravo, but because we left in peace to all others. No moral lesson!

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KEEP MORALE!

day by day the muscles in my legs melt. These are increasingly painful. I have expressed my fear of finding myself paralyzed!
This week I went to see a specialist in Toulouse in the spinal cord. It was reassuring and told me he did not envisage this possibility.

He only advised to do a lot of rehabilitation and exercise as much as possible ...
Although this is exhausting and painful, I try to take a short walk every day. Lulu is with me to remind me to get out from time to time instead of staying glued to my computer!

in youtube recently, I saw a video that shocked me:
is the story of Liu Wei a young man who lost his arm at the age of 10 years following a shock. He had to learn to do with his feet what he was doing with his arms:
Eating, toileting, dressing, etc..

He decided to learn to play piano. In order not to hurt him, of his family did deterred. His teacher thought he would become discouraged and fail. No he did not quit. He managed to
away any hope and plays like a virtuoso. In a television broadcast he interprets a work that upsets the audience.

I was deeply moved. Liu found the strength to realize his dream. I have no right to complain and demoralize me by my legs are not working well. He showed me that nothing is impossible. I will fight to not find me in a wheelchair.
notes of music I just heard my rhythm and not give me the tempo so that never again I say it's impossible. Liu

Talk to your family and friends, music is a universal language of hope, love and generosity. Who else can beat him pass?



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joins the Full Moon of September 23, 2010: A wind of revolt breath, we find a compromise?


"Autumn is a melancholy and graceful andante that prepares beautifully solemn adagio of winter." George Sand, François le Champi Preview

summer ends and we offer up the arrival of the next season of beautiful sunny days that we keep the morale high!
September 23, we enter the fall colors of nature change, leaves fall, temperatures fall, the days will gradually shorten. A rest period looks, or rather a new period of gestation begins.
the autumnal equinox when day and night are balanced marks a time of harvest but also for reflection and internalization.

The Full Moon will take place hours after the autumnal equinox, at 9:18 UT. The Sun enters Libra at 3:10 UT and will partner with Saturn (6 ° 48 Libra). Moon 0 ° 15 Aries will be joint-Jupiter retrograde Uranus (28 ° Pisces).
Both fixtures will square Pluto (2 ° 48 Capricorn) returned live September 14.
also be observed in the chart of this Full Moon torque Venus and Mars in Scorpio and Sextiles trained between Mercury (13 ° Virgo) and Venus (9 ° Scorpio) - Pluto (2 ° Capricorn) and Mars (5 ° Scorpio) - Ceres (26 ° Sagittarius) Chiron and Neptune (26 ° Pisces)

Just before the Full Moon , September 19, we will note the second conjunction Jupiter retrograde Uranus (28 ° 43 Pisces).
Recall that the first was held June 8 (0 ° 18 Aries), the two planets were then running direct and the third will be held January 4, 2011 (27 ° 02 Pisces) with Jupiter Uranus directly.

Notice also that this Full Moon will occur on the degree Aries 0 °, ie at the point of the equinox Spring, where occurred last June, the first conjunction Uranus Jupiter.
Aries is the first sign of the zodiac wheel, 0 ° Aries is the vernal equinox, ie the first degree of the zodiac wheel which has 360. This degree symbolizes the beginning of a new cycle, a birth, a renewal.

The atmosphere of the Full Moon appears to me as very passionate, sensitivity and emotions seem amplified. A wind of freedom blows dealt by the refusal of constraints and a ras-le-bol general. Under such a climate, abrupt changes may occur, reactions may be hard, there is a sense of frustration, a tendency to revolt and impulsivity, while questioning a radical and a lot of intolerance and stubbornness.
However, there are also great opportunities initiatives, ability to convince a beautiful and creative energy that can bring a positive transformation of the tense situation. Communication should be facilitated if the human side and the sensitivities of others are taken into account in relations and trade.

the tone for the social event of 23 September!

The Libra lunation (New Moon 14 ° 24 Libra October 7th at 18h46 UT) will inspire us, I hope, to seek balance, justice and harmony, to find compromises.
Venus (stationary 13 °) master of the lunation Libra will always joint Mars (15 °) in the sign of Scorpio passion. Mercury (7) shall be joint Saturn (8 °) in Libra, both spouses as well as the New Moon North Node square (6 ° 49 Capricorn) and Pluto (2 ° Capricorn). Uranus-Jupiter conjunction in Pisces will persist.

spouse Mercury to Saturn is the alliance between the intellect and reflection that brings a lot of realism, a large power of concentration, prudence. Their conjunction with New Moon should facilitate the communication of ideas and facilitate relationships that should be more harmonious. It will probably be easier to negotiate under the influence because there will be more conciliatory.
It will nevertheless take account of the second Venus conjunction Mars (the first was held in August in the sign of Libra), which occurs just before the demotion of Venus on October 9. Venus in Scorpio is in exile, it is with Mars and Pluto and is therefore probably less diplomatic and more clamorous.

We will use the period of demotion to assess Venus * the true value of people and things in our lives, to become aware of our shortcomings, what we like to do or not do, what we say but also refusing to think about how we love, what attracts us or repels us.

As shown in Ruperti cycles become:

"Venus retrograde ask the person coming off the natural desires and instincts which determine most compulsive people. She also asks to be released from normal pressures on individuals by cultural standards, moral and religious being in his company. "

" What do you recognize what is love?. In this sudden access of tranquility, this blow to the heart and the ensuing hemorrhage - bleeding of silence in speech. What we love has no name. It is approaching us and puts his hand on our shoulder before we found a word to stop it, to name, to stop it by naming it. " Christian Bobin: A small party dress, al. folio # 2466, p. 28)


* Several steps in this period of demotion of Venus:
( excerpt from the article by Sylvie Tribute published on its website September 6, 2010: Degradation of Venus between Scorpio and Libra )
- September 5 to October 9, 2010: post-demotion of Venus. 27 ° Libra, the planet will advance to 13 degrees Scorpio, Venus parked degree to which the 4 to 12 October 2010.
- October 9 to November 19, 2010: Venus retrograde 13 degrees Libra Scorpio to return to 8 November 2010.
- November 8 to November 30 2010, Venus finds Libra to 27 ° degree to which the world stand between 14 and 22 November 2010.
- November 19 2010, Venus live off again and finds Scorpio 13 ° 20 December 2010.

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NOT THE CACTUS!


THE DIFFERENCE

In dailymotion, my gaze was attracted to a song that "s called" The Difference ". This is interpreted by Salif Keita.
moved and touched by the beauty of this song, I documented his talented performer.

This is a black Malie born albino. After graduation, he wants to embrace the profession of teacher. Unfortunately his poor eyesight prevents him from being taught.
Against the advice of his entourage, he decided to embark on the song.

Thanks to his gift for singing and music, he defends the cause of albino and created an association for their help. In Africa they are victims of atrocities:

A very stubborn superstitious believe them endowed with evil powers. Many albinos are killed and dismembered. Their organs are sold to witch who supposedly produce miraculous charms.

If the perpetrators of these murders are sometimes punished, the sponsors of these heinous acts and customers are not sorcerers. When

albinos are not victims of human stupidity is the sun which decimated. The star of the day is their worst enemy. This population has a high rate of skin cancer.

You see I was furious that they look at me stupidly. Whether we could make fun of Pascal and Jerome (see previous text ) Revolted me.
did I imagine that one can kill a man, woman or child only skin depigmented

For years in my blog, I advocate the right to difference.
I dream that my lyrics do change attitudes and contribute to a more humane world.
I hope my readers will take their sticks pilgrims to say no to barbarism and that this message will be played in Africa!
SITES TO VISIT:
www.salifkeita.us
http://salif-keita.artiste.universalmusic.fr


07-12-08 The Butterfly Effect: The Albino in Tanzania
sent oversken . - The Info Live Video.




Salif Keita - The difference
sent spokanet . - Clip , interview and concert.


I am a black
My skin is white
I like it and I
The difference is that is pretty

I am a white
My blood is black
And I love that
The difference is pretty


What I want us we hear in love
What we understand in love and peace

(Chorus) x2:
Life will be beautiful x3
Each in turn will love

Life will be beautiful x3
Everyone in Aura
honor his happiness
Life will be beautiful bay

Dô FINAL DECLARATION
Dô jeli
Dô Kagni
Dô magnificent color
O ye bai ka kaon gnyoro dafa

(Chorus)

Ny y bai neither do nor
Y yé ka bai Fima Fima
do not do no end
dô

Ny y bai neither do nor
Y yé ka bai Djémain
Djemaa do not do
Djeli Nor do fine

Ny A
them yérè kai and bugs
Allah yé yé by Fima
Djema by gnorota kan ka kan ka dafa Lord

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BEAUTY MUST SAVE

SUISA JE BEAU, BEAUTIFUL?

hidden Que soit pendant les informations ou publicités, radio et la télévision me saoulent avec les propos de personnes trouvent pas belles here if it ... Quelques
rides, une peau pâle and the drama. It just so they do not go to a shrink!
They spend a fortune to get reshape the nose, lips, breasts.
To justify their actions, they say: "I ashamed of my body, I dared not leave my house!"
All this makes me angry. I think of my companions in misfortune cruelly maimed by disease. They face it and remain worthy. Bravely they fight for their places in society and succeed.

I admire. I had to fight more than once to make me accept to have a social life like everyone else. My neurofibromatosis did not notice too much. All my little victories are nothing.

I think of all that the Pascal and Jerome endured the first two men grafted in France, Reggie my American friend who has the courage to sell T-shirts bearing his image in favor of research, to all persons who had the audacity to show their faces in the video if below. Go

c'mon you do not deflate, play back there. Look at all those faces in the eyes. Done?
dare you even ask your mirror: Am I beautiful, beautiful?

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Night Train

I
On a crowded dock faces sketched, some indifference
stand lost. Peering
the end of the world on light boards, resigned
souls haunt the foggy docks. Life here
pours its flood of deserters. These marginal
crowds evaporate gently blow
When the trains on these things light, they
envolent their lives far from outdated.

I stick my face against the cool glass. Fatigue is a hissing bitter in my head. Through my dilated pupils, blurred the flood flows of people and never set my eyes. I sink slowly into a grave silence. The buzz is inconsistent Wharf distant, yet it still resonates in the empty shell of my body perfectly. Already I no longer belong to this day. Yet a glass of me, two millimeters in dirty glass of my body, a world still survives. Twenty people could stand there and stroke my face. But I do not exist, already I'm going.
The train breaks his chains in a noisy effort, and slowly oozes out of this daily dark. Faces tablets parade and mingle, they are diluted by long streaks on the glass. The train accelerates. I close my eyes and imagine the world go by and changes to the window. The anchor is up, life got under way. Some effects vain in a bag, the rest in agony in a past sedentary. Station shrinks behind me, and the daily tablet slowly suffocating in the station disappears. Some nostalgic
vapors rise into the twilight. Sometimes I think they call my name. I turn around and then leaned out the window. On the platform the crowd resumed its hum. The disappearance does not save from oblivion.
I rush enthusiastically into the dark of the night and cry hoarse choking my thought train.


The overnight train ride, relentless,
Its wheels of metal in the cold night
tirelessly grind the black hours,
He swallows, insatiable, the desert night,
Crossing the black wall that rises before him,
He breaks one by one the chains of the past.
He rushes into the void
In free fall toward the uncertain days
A delicious giddiness fills my body.
willing Prisoner of flight time, I travel

blind And I'm helpless From witness
battle being played out at the border for days.
spectra tenacious clinging to the wheels of the train, yet ... We are accelerating

The wind tears the spectra of translucent shreds
faced bare branches of trees to sleep.
The long standoff point a finger towards the future.
whistle pierces the night A
"The Road". I fall asleep


II
I sleep adrift on the raging weather,
Sometimes I play on an island the castaways.
I awakened with a start, and looking for landmarks,
The ground, sky, walls that are faced once, But
fled the scene and the scene escapes
And it opens a new random trap
Towards new fever and dizziness to other,
And time is accelerating, and the dream we freezes.

eyelids open onto the moors fearful unlikely. It feels foreign, almost like home. A few more miles to daydreams. It will eventually happen, this country will be recognized as familiar. Recognize before knowing, believing in the existence of this place. It must necessarily be better elsewhere later and later. The band
landscape is always held. I'm looking eyes graceful passage closed, the air that I had in mind but could not identify. So I go down. The successive sets come one after the other surround my reflection in the window of the car. He dons, skeptical and dissatisfied, forests and lakes, brownfields, villages and superficial dormitory.
The tables are painted around my face sometimes awaken in me dreams buried. Their faces twisted up from the depths of time. Sometimes it is a voice, a smell, anonymous, and that arises out of the ground before me. And then they die back in my memory raw.

from port to port, from shipwreck in chimera
I float between two lives, carried by currents dream. Some crazy
stops on islands improbable, impossible worlds where
attack me and grab me.
The tremor, rocking, kicking the
The antics, the sighs, altercations,
new languages that spring,
When I encountered new docks ...
Life and wild licks cold metal walls of the cars when we
skirt too close to the shores inhabited ...
warm in my cocoon metamorphosis I, indifferent.
Nothing goes, nothing comes out, some fleeting impressions.
In the heat of the night train, a heavy broth fills me
and within my essence macerated in rebirth.
The night train accelerates,
Other ghosts hanging from trees still black
I renounce one by one, while my past away, And
throw overboard, exposing my bare skin.
The long standoff point a finger towards the future. Growling and ruminant

"Farther! . I go back to sleep




Alarm and III arrive
To:
Soon the dawn rises on the horizon trembling. The steep valleys
and sharp peaks
Tear the black sky that bleeds blood livid.
In these wounds appear light hearted,
orange and blue arrows, pierce my eyelids.
The light descends along the hillsides and clear
crawling to me she cracked open my eyes.
The train stops in silence thinking.

So last time, here is finally the day. I have no choice, I must go down and face the dawn wilderness. I could scream me that the birth process, but in what language should I cry? And who could hear me ... I is not here yet, I no longer exist there. The world under my eyes has ceased turn. Roulette ball stops and freezes. Here's the winning number of the day. Can not remember what I bet.
I put one foot on the dock, land shall not fail, I arrived. The air that surrounds me in cool breeze confirms the end of the night. I lift my eyes to my shoes, and looks up. Bravely I decide my fate to watch again. Dazed
, someone on the dock waiting for me, his face appears in front of mine when I looked up. He stares at me. I look right and left, nobody else. I look good.
He recognizes me ... How is it? I do not know me more myself ...
He speaks to me now, it tells me my name, he told me where I am, I'll say y. In his eyes I can make my new face. I like it here, I seem nice and fresh. From his mouth I hear words that I said ... We are already known to us?


I dream of him, his face is in me,
But in the morning I still believe he fled.
The night train just could never far,
And he brought me back, drugged, in my bed empty and cold.
The crowd jostles me, I'm awake, I was tugging
hand, we laugh they laugh, I shook hands
friend, sleeping, faithless,
the streets who were born of this sleep too heavy.
Should I force myself to believe that these joys are real?
Do not let go my hand, you'll evaporator!
The night train falls asleep, exhausted, smoking, and its axles
blush cool slowly. My cheeks livid
rob them some hot new colors
Childhood makes me pretty complexion.
someone waiting on the platform.
Will he leave again tomorrow? Are you
another call?
On the platform a metallic voice sounds.
"Terminus! "She roared
in a universal language.

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Sakineh



stoning in Iran, a court sentenced to be stoned Sakineh Madam! Yes nowadays men are capable of inflicting death penalty as horrible.

I invite you to sign a petition to be sent to the Iranian government. Many celebrities have signed.

Do it! As an activist in Amnesty International, I can assure you it is very effective in saving lives. Thanks for her


WEB SITE OR YOU CAN SIGN:
http://laregledujeu.org

THIS VIDEO IS A TRIBUTE TO ALL WOMEN STONING:

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I'LL MEET ME! VIVE LE SPORT

FOLD PARACHUTE


For years, I put my legs, my breath in the service of my neighbor
I ' although I was not afraid to heart problems for miles through the streets of Rodez for putting up posters, distributing leaflets on behalf of numerous organizations: Amnesty International, blood drives, Telethon, Wheelchair, etc..
I have never refused service!

All this is done. My doctor gave me the reasons why I walk over worse. My spinal cord is stretched, compressed. The risk of finding myself in a wheelchair is real
When I heard this I cried. I know what it meant being paralyzed. This will mean that I should be giving up many projects.

Fortunately my darling Lulu is there to support me. Neurofibromatosis not spared, she finds the strength to sustain me, wipe my tears. It's my sunshine, my sweet fairy carefully folded my parachute so that I do not crush me to the ground.

You see it opened. I dried my tears and regained confidence in me. I believe in the future. This is not the disease Reclinghausen will destroy me. One needs the other to face anything

Every moment we can be encouraged to take the plunge. We are ready to dive into the unknown. We know that a parachute was folded with love.
The video I've asked to watch made me realize that in life there are people who care about my well being.

Someone carefully folded your parachute. Trust in the future. Even if the fall is hard, dry your tears. You'll get up to start over again. That's the message I transmit to you today.
If you enjoyed this text, tell it to your friends. You will find that you also know to fold a parachute