Tunisian Super Hero
vendredi 11 décembre 2009
samedi 5 décembre 2009
Les amis d'enfance
"Les amis d'enfance, je l'ai souvent constaté, sont les meilleurs amis du monde. Cela vient du fait, je pense, qu'ils se connaissent parfaitement, qu'ils ont des souvenirs communs, qu'ils ont vécu ensemble les mêmes aventures et les mêmes expériences, qu'ils n'ont rien à se cacher, rien à prouver. Pas besoin pour eux de jouer la comédie, ni de porter un masque, et cela est si reposant dans un monde d'hypocrites et de médisants."
Tahar Fazaa
(journal d'un imbécile heureux)
(journal d'un imbécile heureux)
le mal et la conscience
"Heureux ceux qui peuvent faire du mal sans crainte de se mépriser plus tard et vivre satisfaits en recevant l'hommage des vertus qu'ils n'ont pas. Ceux là peuvent triompher dans la jungle des hommes, les autres doivent s'en garder car ils seront victimes de leur conscience."
Tahar Fazaa
(le journal d'un imbécile heureux)
(le journal d'un imbécile heureux)
lundi 30 novembre 2009
jeudi 19 novembre 2009
mardi 17 novembre 2009
dimanche 25 octobre 2009
mardi 13 octobre 2009
samedi 26 septembre 2009
samedi 19 septembre 2009
Holy eyes
Holy eyes
(le texte inscrit est celui des paroles de "the hunger"
chanté par le groupe "the distillers")
jeudi 10 septembre 2009
mercredi 9 septembre 2009
dimanche 30 août 2009
jeudi 27 août 2009
vendredi 21 août 2009
vendredi 14 août 2009
samedi 18 juillet 2009
vendredi 10 juillet 2009
Teardrop on the fire
Teardrop on the fire
(inspired from "Teardrop" the masterpiece of Massive Attack)
mercredi 8 juillet 2009
samedi 20 juin 2009
jeudi 18 juin 2009
mardi 16 juin 2009
samedi 13 juin 2009
vendredi 12 juin 2009
samedi 6 juin 2009
Yellow wave
Yellow wave
(in the sea of nature
shining bright toward the sun,
and here I am
drowning with no shelter
seeking to immortalize the beauty,
freezing the time
with my third eye)
samedi 25 avril 2009
Kiss From A Rose
"Kiss From A Rose"
There used to be a graying tower alone on the sea.
You became the light on the dark side of me.
Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill.
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and
The light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray.
Ooh,
The more I get of you,
The stranger it feels, yeah.
And now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the gray.
There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain,
My power, my pleasure, my pain, baby
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny.
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray.
Ooh, the more I get of you
The stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the gray,
I've been kissed by a rose on the gray,
I've been kissed by a rose
I've been kissed by a rose on the gray,
...And if I should fall along the way
I've been kissed by a rose
...been kissed by a rose on the gray.
There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain
My power, my pleasure, my pain.
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny, yeah
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby.
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray.
Ooh, the more I get of you
The stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the gray.
Yes I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray
Ooh, the more I get of you
The stranger it feels, yeah
And now that your rose is in bloom
A light hits the gloom on the gray
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the gray.
There used to be a graying tower alone on the sea.
You became the light on the dark side of me.
Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill.
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and
The light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray.
Ooh,
The more I get of you,
The stranger it feels, yeah.
And now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the gray.
There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain,
My power, my pleasure, my pain, baby
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny.
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray.
Ooh, the more I get of you
The stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the gray,
I've been kissed by a rose on the gray,
I've been kissed by a rose
I've been kissed by a rose on the gray,
...And if I should fall along the way
I've been kissed by a rose
...been kissed by a rose on the gray.
There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain
My power, my pleasure, my pain.
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny, yeah
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby.
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray.
Ooh, the more I get of you
The stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the gray.
Yes I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray
Ooh, the more I get of you
The stranger it feels, yeah
And now that your rose is in bloom
A light hits the gloom on the gray
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the gray.
(Seal- Kiss From A Rose, 1994)
mercredi 15 avril 2009
paroles d'un indien
"Certains entendent les voix qui sont en eux avec une grande clarté, et ils obéissent à ce qu'ils entendent.
Ceux là deviennent fous ou deviennent légendes."
Ceux là deviennent fous ou deviennent légendes."
(Legends of the Fall)
jeudi 9 avril 2009
vendredi 3 avril 2009
"a simple mistake"
"Despair is for people who know, beyond any doubt, what the future is going to bring.
Nobody is in that position.
So despair is not only a kind of sin, theologically, but also a simple mistake, because nobody actually knows.
In that sense there always is hope."
Nobody is in that position.
So despair is not only a kind of sin, theologically, but also a simple mistake, because nobody actually knows.
In that sense there always is hope."
Patrick Curry (Defending Middle-Earth Tolkien: Myth and Modernity)
jeudi 2 avril 2009
vendredi 27 mars 2009
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