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Sometimes, I think.....

Sunday, September 11th, 2011 7 11 /09 / frog /2011 19:33

One week when we speak in about media about it, impossible not to remember it...

Impossible everything runs(roams) even without this permanent reminder(abseiling)...

It became almost commonplace, everything on September 11th to say that each remembers where he(it) was and what he(it) made this day there...

Prevent...

This day there, the earth(ground) really became a village and the United States, our neighbor of landing...

I am as everybody, I listen to information, sometimes very concerned, most of the time of an absent-minded ear which catches what she can in the passage... And since yesterday, that tickles me the neurone...

Why, 10 years later, we feel still so concerned?

Why, 10 years ago, that so got(touched) us?

Because after all, as say the cynics and the others as well " as are 3000 persons in quoted(esteemed) by everything those who die every day, whether it is of malnutrition (I make in the politically correct, saw you??? I say malnutrition instead of shame hunger one me!), of thirst, disease, in diverse conflicts and what still know I? ".

And in a sense(direction), they are not wrong....

I had MY revelation this morning by waking me...

I say MY with one M and A because it is mine to me, and that it is can be not your....

What in fact the difference, 10 years ago, between this event and 3000 deaths who followed each other and the millions of same days, it is that I lived him(it) live...

Through my window so to speak...

When you see, when I see the child who starves on a photo of glazed paper, it is a photo when I see him(it) in a report on the TV, he(it) is (I apologize beforehand for what I am going to say, it is atrocious and I have tears in the eyes there to have to write it, but not make him(it) would be lie and maintaining that I am engaged(started) in my sentence, I have no other choice than to end it) he(it) is said me, the improbable actor of a TV program gulped down hastily between 2 commercial breaks(pages of advertising) and the screen of my pc (I you prevented(warned))

10 years ago, when I looked at the screen of my TV, it was as if I looked through my window...

As when you pass in quoted(esteemed) by an accident and when you slow down to look...

We know that it's true, we know that that could be us....

And we cannot refrain from looking...

To feel reassured can be...

Say to himself that we are still alive and that everything is well...

10 years ago, I watched TV on my sofa, without being able to remove(untie) the eyes of my screen, everything was arrété and the only thing(matter) of which I thought, it was to the persons who were in buildings(ships), in the horror which they had to live, and to the one that lived their families.

I knew that it was true, that took place directly(live), it was not a film report previously, it was my neighbors, it was through my window...

We imagined under cover and we discovered that we were vulnerable, that our neighbor was vulnerable...

That the war and the violence, it was not because for " high-risk areas ", that she could appear of anybody leaves and knocking like that...

That a "bomb"("spray") could fall on people like me, who live in a country in peace, rather rich and in which we live good...

I think that that's right which(who) made all the difference and which(who) still makes her(it)...

Because although it doesn't seem like it, in front of information just(right now), tears flowed(sank) alone in front of the images of the remembrance...

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To finish, I would just like to manage you towards one of the blogs of the American photographer Steve McCurry, famous for the photography of an Afghan young person in the geographic national, and which posted some one of its photos for this 10th "birthday"("anniversary").

http://stevemccurry.files.wordpress.com/2011/09/usa-10084ns.jpg?w=404&h=600

Just a click on the photo to reach it...

And because in spite of the horrors which I have write higher, I also act with them, I give you a link which will be very useful for the child who starves and on whom(which) we do not dare to put a glance...

http://www.unicef.fr/sites/default/themes/uniweb/images/custom/uniweb_logo.gif

Little brooks make great rivers and every paid(poured) euro is precious...

Rendez-vous sur Hellocoton !

By Viscountess Sheshire Kitten - Published in: sometimes, I think.....
A tit gazouillage???
- See the chirpings
Wednesday, June 16th, 2010 3 16 /06 / June /2010 14:54

Just a small reaction after your reactions to my article here

I have make my younger sister cry (you, you know I love you very very much we never say it to ourselves enough!!!), others were got(touched), moved were made can be an image of me which is not mine....

I am not an angel... I have neither wings in the back nor a halo on the head (and if it is the case, I can assure you that she(it) tilts dangeureusement of the highly-rated where she(it) is going to fall)

I am as everybody. Fundamentally egocentric person, more worried by mine and I at the same time than by what takes place outside, I accumulate things to feel existing and for nothing in the world I shall leave them behind me... In the street, I often look at the end of my feet or my reflection in the ice(mirror,ice cream) to see so accidentally(by chance) my stomach shall not have melted during the 500 meters that I have just crossed(gone through)... I qualify myself of rider of hammock not to say that I am lazy... I prefer to cross(spend) the 1 hour to play on my pc or to look at a good movie (or even a quite rotten!!!) rather than to occupy me of my house and to cook and when a call center agent of Orange phones me to sell me a subscription, I say to him(her) with enjoyment how much I am good at SFR, who at first Orange I love not and who there, I have the other thing(matter) to be made (my meal to be among others finished). All this to say that " do not take me for what I am not... Just Chui one to be human what! ". Besides, under my outside of big cheerful lady which laughs all the time, I hide a big lady rather pessimistic, not funny of the quite rather cynical and what is more sometimes I prick big angers which frighten!

But I look after myself....

I keep(guard) the opened spirit, I meet people really and virtually who make me reflect(think) (turn(return) to see my Lulu la Rose Tortue), who make me become aware, little by little, that every day is a miracle and that the life is beautiful... That the happiness, it is in the little gifts of everything the days that we find him(it) a flower which opens, a child who has fun with nothing, a kitten which jumps you on feet by taking itself for a big tiger... When we begin to realize the existence of all these little gifts, all small daily happiness, our eyes open and necessarily we notice that it's not all roses everywhere... Of one quoted(esteemed,highly-rated), the world was "evolved" never also, we have had never so much at our disposal to make us the softer life and of the other one quoted(esteemed), we remain unfortunate in our cosy nests to cry on our poor life... We can choose to remain unfortunate... It is what I chose a long time... And then we can choose to make happy... Not silly eh tontion, involves not of putting shoes on pink glasses so that the world is wonderful that does not walk(work)...

The thing(trick), it is because when we begin to make happy, we cannot remain any more indifferent to those who surround us closely or by far, that one know them or not... We cannot continue to look around us and to let everything slide...

Somewhere, it is very selfish also...

By doing a service, by worrying about the Other one, than he(it) is human or animal (who has not ever collected an abandoned(given up) kitten quite trembling with fear?), we value him(it), we give him(her) a little of enjoyment, a little humanity that we removed from him(her) little by little and making it, we value, we give ourselves a little of enjoyment, pride, we feel a little more human that has the free air(sight) and finally, that is not it we remove something from it who(which) even if at first sight has a taste of anger or bitterness, shows to have the taste of the happiness to be alive, to be what we are and to have what we have...

I am not an angel, I am just Me, with the values which were passed on to me, with the values that I acquired as time goes by... Just keep(guard) his(her,its) heart and its spirit opened to remember that it is enough of not much for tipping over too and having the attitude which we would like that the others have we this day there...

SANY0003

Parceque life is not a bed of roses...

By Viscountess Sheshire Kitten - Published in: sometimes, I think.....
A tit gazouillage???
- See the chirpings
Monday, June 14th, 2010 1 14 /06 / June /2010 13:02

Big sun, that falls well...

I need fresh vegetables.

I take girls, I take(bring) out the stroller, my basket, my just camera to the cazoù...

At the bottom of to me, we clean the street, pavements were removed(kidnapped) and if we consider good....

Ben we do not see the beach(range)....

He(It) does not make still too warmly, a small wind the walk is pleasant...

A stop(ruling) at the newsdealer and then we leave...

Hold(Like)! He(it) is not there this morning... It is surprising! He(it) is always there, sat(based) on his(its) walking(step) in quoted(esteemed) by the newsdealer. When I can I leave him(her) the currency(change) of the newspaper, sometimes I take advantage of my races(shopping) to return him(her) a decent meal... And every time, a big smile and one hello which he always answers by asking me if I am well.... From time to time we exchange some words, it is like that that I knew that we are the same age old with a few months near it is him the youngest.... One would look to him(her) easily 20 years more.... The street that abime although it doesn't seem like it...

I continued my road, took my small vegetables, I looked at the mountain which seemed to smoke... I like that when the mountain smokes that always amazes me. Everything people whom I cross are interested in the stroller. It is surprising as the twins(binoculars) draw the attention...

The hour came to bring in(to return), the girls ralent a little... Due to throwing(casting) security blankets on the ground, I eventually kept(guarded) them in hostages 5mn (security blankets not the girls!!!!). While walking(working), I calculate my route what is that if I pass to the right, I would be more in the shade than if I pass to the left yes. But in that case what is that I have to cross there, to cross towards the left then to cross again towards the right or what is what I cross, turn(shoot) to the right, cross and continue big existential question....

I am interrupted in my reflection by something who(which) shocks me...

He(It) is there, he(it) tries a crossing of the road to join his(its) usual walking(step). He is sad.... I had forgotten that happened a sprain and do not almost can walk(work). I am still far and I observe. He(it) makes a step as he can, puts his bag, redoes a step, resume(take back) his(her,its) bag, another step, he puts his bag ...... etc..... He(it) hampers(bothers) the traffic(circulation), the drivers annoy to see him(it) in the middle, if they could pass above, he(it) would make him(it) but there, that would be noticeable necessarily and that would make disorder.... Then can import(matter), they zigzag around him as around big flies.... On the pavement, people pass, looking at the "show"("entertainment") of a sorry air(sight).... Not saddened dégouté... As if they had just realized that they had walked(worked) in a dog mess.... " Not but what you should not see in our beautiful quite own and quite decorated with flowers city " " ben what he(it) holds he early in the morning!!!! "

Exactly, he(it) does not like up....

I arrive at his(her,its) level and I park my stroller, I ask him(her) for the I do not know how many times when what is that he(it) visits somebody for his(its) foot. He answers me as usual that it is not nasty, that it is just a sprain.... I take his(her,its) bag which I return with the stroller.... It is heavy, there is all the life there inside... She(it) sets if little room.... I turn(return) to look for him(it)... That he(it) leans on my arm to finish his(its) crossing. We are a few meters away from his(her,its) walking(step), I bring it his(her,its) bag, mean taking the stroller.... He settles down for day. I see well some furtive glances, little dégoutés even... Well, yes, he(it) does not smell good, his(its) clothes do not have of to see a washing machine for a long time and yes, I let him(it) lean on me....

And you know what?

I did not die from it....

He thanked me... I have him(her) say about nothing he(it) has mouse little... He(it) seems so tired... I do not want that he thanks me. All year round, I hear(understand) beautiful words on behalf of everyone.... Like(love) you some z' others than he said... Yes, everybody indeed wants to like(love) itself some the others but not too closely all the same that offend eyes and nose....

I know nothing of him... Maybe that a few years ago still, he(it) had a family, an employment(use)... Maybe that a life's accident threw(cast) him(it) outside under the even derisive contemptuous glances...

Now, think of that....

Life's accidents, that does not arrive that in the others...

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By Viscountess Sheshire Kitten - Published in: sometimes, I think.....
A tit gazouillage???
- See the chirpings
Saturday, May 23rd, 2009 6 23 /05 / May /2009 22:36
Here we are, I have just put out(switched off) the television, I have tears heights eyes.....
It is not a big movie, an unforgettable movie it is even supposed to be rather unnoticed when it went out last year....

For me, he(it) has stenches of nostalgia the tears which I pay(pour) are not due to the movie, although the history(story) is beautiful, finished well and everything and everything.... They are rather due to a lack which I did not realize a lack which I hid at the bottom of me and who re-appear this evening..... I am very grateful(inescapable) to admit him(it)....

The oriental dance misses me...

I began in 2004, by arriving at Albertville.... Enjoyment happiness, there was an association and I re-go there for years... I integrated(joined) her(it) and little by little, in the course of swaying hips, accents, tears and laughter, I felt becoming more a woman than I had never been her... My kilos too always génaient to me but I learnt to like(love) them... At the end of 2 years, I integrated(joined) the school from Fanyda to Grenoble. Once a week, with friends, we made the road for one hour of intense work but also enjoyment. I sweated, I also cried but in the end(final), so much happiness to feel(smell) my body with which I have a relation of hatred for a long time, this body so heavy and awkward to move and to become beautiful in a movement.... For the first time, since always, we began to have good relations.... I liked that..... For reasons, which recover from the private and which I would not tell here, I have of to abandon(give up). Twice..... The first one(night) on discords and misunderstandings.... The second on a treason, a stab in the back....

Before stopping(arresting) totally, I was lucky all the same and the honor to make a training course with My goddess, Sharon Kihara. Intense weekend which made for me and still makes me réver.

The oriental dance misses me. The relation which I began to maintain with my body misses me, gestures(movements), the movements, the grace(favor) of the queen of dances all this miss me.... I did not realize it till this evening..... Taken by the routine, by the life, by the stinginess (mine inclusive I am not an angel who would have faced an army of devils), I forgot the main part..... I realize him(it) this evening, I realize where from comes a part(party) of this suffering which mines(undermines) me unconsciously everything in daytime.

The solution? I not have no it.... I have already realized and freed something important for me I have now to work above so that I can become again a complete woman....


By Viscountess Sheshire Kitten - Published in: sometimes, I think.....
A tit gazouillage???
- See the chirpings
Sunday, February 1st, 2009 7 01 /02 / Fév /2009 14:04
..... On Saturdays evenings " tomorrow it is on Sunday, I am quite well to tidy up the house "....
Because Sunday morning, I get up, make what I have to make quickly and even faster still, verify my e-mails on my pc, makes my pay slips (because we are the beginning of February and because really I has to make him(it) then I glances on the blogs which I like, throw(launch) searches(researches) on subjects which interessent me, reads the results(profits) of the searches(researches), mark(brand) of the pages by saying to me that they are very interesting and that I should not lose them re-verify my e-mails, looks at 2/3 bullshit which I have just received, chuckle inside then the dismissals to the friends reçoie an announcement of facebook, crosses(spends) the 1 hour there to make games(sets) stupid and to see if I know persons who, them, know me surement not ...... re-verify my e-mails, looks the hour ............


Iiiiiiiiiihhhhhh!!!!!! It is 2:10 pm crossed(spent), I ate and I made nothing!!!!! I have more than in to dépécher me by asking that nobody arrives unexpectedly!
By Viscountess Sheshire Kitten - Published in: sometimes, I think.....
A tit gazouillage???
- See the chirpings
Tuesday, November 18th, 2008 2 18 /11 / Nov /2008 09:42
Received this morning in my limp in e-mail, I found that this quotation illustrates in marvels what I can live since always finally and more particularly lately....

" The one who isolates himself wild chatters of the aviary exposes(explains) himself to the aggression of his(her) own companions(journeymen).

By refusing to participate in the recitation of the group, the disobedient parrot takes the place(square) of the scapegoat!

« He(it) refuses to shout as us, he(it) distorts(alters) our ecstasy, he(it) would make for us doubt, to death the breaker of charm! », the heart of the awarded a diploma parrots cackles. »


Boris Cyrulnik, « Autobiography of a scarecrow », 177 Published(Edited) Odile Jacob, in September, 2008, ISBN 978-2-7381-2165-3, p.


By Viscountess Sheshire Kitten - Published in: sometimes, I think.....
A tit gazouillage??? - See the chirpings

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