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--------------- ----- Shapes and Circles and Squares

-------------------- thats my mind bears have spare,

----- --------------- What is What the man dares

-------------------- while I defy ' m going anywhere?



-------------------- Bang, bang - it break off of the head,

-------------------- shapes, circles and squares ;

-------------------- knocking on at coffins from the air. I'm dead,

-------------------- As dead as a hung lovely hare.



-------------------- You come on, shoot your gun.

-------------------- Let it -me ?- fall to that nowhere.

-------------------- And flowers from the woods are fun,

-------------------- you said with shapes, circles and squares...



-------------------- Does What It's Done Is share?

-------------------- Theys Things not to tell weep

----------------- --- Such as circles, squares and shapes.

Journal , Sebastian Asran Zala Charles

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miss the Christmas Angel

tables are a fascinating masturbation logic of reason. Power and consider the probabilities of true and false, it's like having been immersed in a natural breath. To be or not to be, "said the poet, while other ladies jamming the blades by twenty times in the neck. Trivia, fleeting dreams of a private sphere and childish; there is no question tonight vain teachings fertile.


------------ Now I forgive the gentle fury
------------ Who made me consume the best of my age,
------------ Without drawing another figment of my thankless work
------------ What the vain pastime of a long error.

------------ Now I forgive this pleasant work,
------------ Since it only numbs the concern that outrages me,
------------ And since only he midst of the storm,
------------ So before, I do not tremble with fear.

------------ If the worms have been the abuse of my youth,
------------ The worms will also support my old age,
------------ If they were my folly, they are my reason,

--------- --- If they were my injury, they shall be my Achilles
------------ If they were my venom, scorpion useful
------------ Who will be the only cure my disease.

-------------------------------------------- Joachim Du Bellay


I want when I'm reborn mouru ever ask of me recognize myself in that I run, and the deepest desire that haunts me still yet this absurd strangeness of life around me. For anxiety did not gain its omniscience, eternity completes the bones in my forsake me not. This Boredom references well reasoned and oriented toward a future that remains uncertain is what he eats blood in me. I guess that's what might be called a face of the human condition?


------------ It is said that the child grows,
------------ They say we 'll fathers
------------ is said that man ascended,
------------ It asks to hear his prayers.


After this past as present, but future ... Coming up, rather - I what may. There on my doorstep a few rosebuds that I thought they will hatch more. The swallow, which last year had hidden her nest under the roof of my window goes back to my air, it seems to me to collect a great flapping of wings in the distance.

I was like sometimes, often abused, alienated forever. If I do not consider myself, I prefer humility to bad faith, and if I'm wrong enough, the criticism that I will give me insight. I will never deny neither one nor the other, nor do these obsessions. So I tame, soothing, would contain - of course, occur gloomy days, I reasoned overhung proud. And I will write to spill the blood of my veins so that he crosses contexts, epochs, transcends the people, bore his torpor, exists. And also, I repeat the coffee place Cambronne.


------------ Who condemns you? In whose name?
------------ But who is bent on blowing out your candles?
------------ Do you lie, do you betray
------------ If I invent you brighter future?

---------------------------------------------- - Mylène Farmer

Journal , Sebastian Asran Zala Charles

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Small budding poets

Decidedly children's creativity has no limits, they succeed despite their small life experiences and background to produce thin small projects gays, and their friendly image.

The poems that follow are the result of an exercise given to young students in the third year of basic education, the year is their first year learning the French language.

This exercise is to take the kids to use their basic vocabulary, the result of six months of study, and to reformulate the canteens and songs they learned in turn to generate poems. What follows is simply adorable.

My house

live in Hammam-lif

all roofs are kif kif

near my house is surrounded by rocks

my room is pretty, with my great

bed sleeps under my bed, my dog Fido

Papa

How do you spell the word

Papa

To tell you that I love you I

2 P with dolls

With two A chocolate

clothes

1,2,3 a sweater for François

4,5,6 a skirt for Alice

7,8,9 clothes are new

10, 11, 12, a beautiful red cap

play with colors

I live in Douz

all the roofs are red

live in Tozeur

all green roofs are

I live in Italy

Little Sonia

Little Sonia Count to three

My brother Maurice, Count to

said Mr. Vincent, Count up 'a hundred

My cousin Nabil account up to a thousand

Implantation Calculater

And you do that tomorrow is never

could feel the rain in your hair
Why you do with your eyes
childhood dreamers
For a dose of venom Who
inside you will not

With these hands for violinists
Why do you
You, a rose in my prairie
A stray cat on a roof
Tell me why, why you do

Do not answer me if you do not want
not Cause you know I see with your eyes
And if you want, you hide inside of me
For this to not happen

Why do you want my love desperate
Why you act like a angel in agony
Is it because you make it hard for you this
Would you blame yourself even
Why do you
So tomorrow will never
For you, for me, for us

Why why you do
Between these angels in the mud of life
Or does no authority
I will not let you in our Vietnam
My soul
Like all those people who drop their relatives

My desperate love
Why do not you want my love does prevail elsewhere
And make tomorrow never comes
For you for me, for us

Why do you
You can be reborn when you want

You know, I do see with your eyes
If you would like the life I never let you go if you only wanted
become free
if only you would regain my
Yet you want to go far

Why you do and you're doing that tomorrow is never

(a free translation of the song "Perché lo fai" Marco Masini) http://www.deezer.com/fr/m usic / result / all / perch% E9% 2 0lo 20fai% # music / result / all / pole%% 20lo 20fai