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J'ai demandé à la lune
Si tu voulais encore de moi
Elle m'a dit "j'ai pas l'habitude
De m'occuper des cas comme ça"
Et toi et moi
On était tellement sûr
Et on se disait quelquefois
Que c'était juste une aventure
Et que ça ne durerait pas
A la demande de Miquetta...
Voici ce que l'on voit du haut des escaliers, sur la photo précédente...
Bon week-end à toutes et tous.
On Love
"The demand to be safe in relationship inevitably breeds sorrow and fear. This seeking for security is inviting insecurity. Have you ever found security in any of your relationships? Have you? Most of us want the security of loving and being loved, but is there love when each one of us is seeking his own security, his own particular path? We are not loved because we don’t know how to love.
Love is something that is new, fresh, alive. It has no yesterday and no tomorrow. It is beyond the turmoil of thought. It is only the innocent mind which knows what love is, and the innocent mind can live in the world which is not innocent. To find this extraordinary thing which man has sought endlessly through sacrifice, through worship, through relationship, through sex, through every form of pleasure and pain, is only possible when thought comes to understand itself and comes naturally to an end. Then love has no opposite, then love has no conflict."
Cette chapelle funéraire fut érigée à Beuvry au lieu dit Le Quesnoy à la demande de Henri Joseph Aimé Gosse de Gorre ( 1760- 1851). Il y sera inhumé, avec deux de ses épouses et son gendre. Ces corps ont été exhumés, il y a quelques années et enterrés au cimetière de Beuvry. Alors abandonnée, la chapelle subit les pillages, le vandalisme et les injures du temps qui en ont fait une ruine envahie par la végétation.
La chapelle a été rachetée en 2012 par la Municipalité de Beuvry.
En mai 2013, M. Claude Jouet et Edouard Musial ont entrepris la restauration de ce monument bénévolement.
texture de Lenabem avec mes remerciements : www.flickr.com/photos/lenabem-anna/12276160823/in/photoli...
Une rareté au Québec
Information: oiseaux.net www.oiseaux.net/oiseaux/chardonneret.elegant.html
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© Michel Guérin. Tous droits réservés - All rights reserved ©.
(Woliwon)
Merci beaucoup pour vos visites et commentaires ♥, thank you so much for the visit and kind comments.
[...] A chaque pas , la vue est offensée , l'oreille abasourdie et l'odorat désespéré , nous nous demanderons bientôt: - A QUOI BON L'ORDRE?
[A. C.]
When life overwhelms us with its demands and problems, we can find moments of tranquility and happiness in nature. Looking at a beautiful landscape we realise that happiness lies in simple pleasures.
The snowy egret is the American counterpart to the very similar Old World little egret, which has become established in the Bahamas. At one time, the plumes of the snowy egret were in great demand as decorations for women's hats. They were hunted for these plumes and this reduced the population of the species to dangerously low levels. Now protected in the United States by law, under the Migratory Bird Treaty Act, this bird's population has rebounded. ~ Wikipedia
🎶 J'ai demandé à la lune
Si tu voulais encore de moi
Elle m'a dit "j'ai pas l'habitude"
"De m'occuper des cas comme ça"🎶
Silence, voice of our time
A symphony of absence, a refuge sublime
In a world of chaos where noise screams
Silence, in forgotten dreams
Silence, our sweet release
In stillness, we find peace
In a realm of words and crowded minds
Silence is the voice we find
Words unspoken, meanings arise
In the realm of silence, where wisdom lies
Hushed whispers in the dead of night
A respite from the noise and blinding light
Silence takes its stand
Passiveness, against demand
In this world, where noise prevails
Silence, true freedom sails
Words unspoken, meanings arise
In the realm of silence, where wisdom lies
Hushed whispers in the dead of night
A respite from the noise and blinding light
'Putin, stop the war against Ukraine immediately!'
Nelli protesting on the roof of our garden shed - Frankfurt-Nordend
for a peaceful Caturday!
Demande à l'obscur
quelle fleur s'éclaire
La première
(Haiku , type de poésie courte originaire du Japon)
In rainy weather, Vaska becomes pestering, demands that we play with him, otherwise he does not give rest to the dog and meows with displeasure.
Thank you all for visits, faves and comments, it's greatly appreciated!
Michael Wolf
Life in cities
Michael Wolf (born 1954 in Munich) is a German artist and photographer lives and works in Hong Kong and Paris. His work focuses on the life in big cities.
For the first time ever, working in close collaboration with the Hague Museum of Photography, the Rencontres d’Arles is presenting a selective overview of the autonomous works created by Wolf. Wolf’s key 21st-century theme is “life in cities”, as he observes it in vast metropolises like Tokyo, Hong Kong and Chicago. The striking feature of these impressive series is the changing points of view adopted by the artist in order to show the complexity of modern city life.
The magnum opus of the exhibition is The Real Toy Story installation (2004), featuring over 20,000 plastic “Made in China” toys found by him in junk markets and second-hand shops in the United States. Amid this overwhelming array of mass-produced stuff for kids, Michael Wolf shows sympathetic portraits of individual Chinese assembly-belt workers producing toys to satisfy the manic worldwide demand for cheap consumer goods.
A n unimaginable exhibition ! He has also captured thousands of people living in 32 feet square ! After this visit, we're very happy to come back home !
Le manque de temps pour regarder mes photos, je suis en retard. Mais, je prends le temps de regarder vos photos.
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(Woliwon)
Merci beaucoup pour vos visites et commentaires ♥, thank you so much for the visit and kind comments
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© Michel Guérin. Tous droits réservés - All rights reserved ©.
Merci beaucoup pour vos visites et commentaires ♥, thank you so much for the visit and kind comments.
Un gros merci à ceux qui partagent leur découverte.
Merci beaucoup pour vos visites et commentaires ♥, thank you so much for the visit and kind comments
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The Museo de la Independencia - Casa del Florero has a funny story. The white townhouse with dark green doors, windows and balconies.
Shortly after Napoleon dominated Spain in 1810, Creole Antonio Morales reportedly went to this house in the late 16th century and demanded an ornamental vase from its Spanish owner, which sparked a fight in the street, resulting in rebellion. In the halls you can see the broken vase. The case is known as 'the broken vase that the whole world has known'.
His hackles up, Gary the green heron stomped his foot in frustration. “Why don’t they understand?!?” The heron world can be so cruel!
Life demands that we, at times, must crossover the rivers of our fears to reach a new beginning. Those first steps of crossing the bridge of change can be heart-thumping scary. We must totally unite ourselves with the Great Spirit of Love in those moments so that we can truly live our lives abundantly. Letting go of what is not necessary for the journey.
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(Woliwon)
Merci beaucoup pour vos visites et commentaires ♥, thank you so much for the visit and kind comments.
Un gros merci à ceux qui partagent leur découverte.
Alby Manor with a history going back almost to the time of the Vikings is today an art Museum that also have a fine Cafe to stop by for people out at this Island in the Oslofjord for a walk.
In front of the Manor it is popular in the summer to relax on the fine green grass - while in the winter there is a more modest demand for the deck chairs ment for a good time in the sun.
Je ne demande pas autre chose aux forêts
Victor Hugo (1802-1885)
Je ne demande pas autre chose aux forêts
Que de faire silence autour des antres frais
Et de ne pas troubler la chanson des fauvettes.
Je veux entendre aller et venir les navettes
De Pan, noir tisserand que nous entrevoyons
Et qui file, en tordant l'eau, le vent, les rayons,
Ce grand réseau, la vie, immense et sombre toile
Où brille et tremble en bas la fleur, en haut l'étoile.
Victor Hugo.
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© Michel Guérin. Tous droits réservés - All rights reserved ©.
(Woliwon)
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By popular demand, ALT3's Juicy Rolls shading has been extracted from base skin and remade as two companion tinting layers for use on NON ALT3 skin systems.
Previewed here is Velour x Venus Dark Elf. Continued testing is happening, but they seem to work on pretty much any skin!
Redeliveries have been sent, but if you did not get it, please issue one from the store terminal.
Photographie prise avec un drone en respectant les limites géographiques et hauteurs dans une zone non interdite de vol.
Référence à rappeler pour une demande de tirage:
2022-12-11_16-36-54_DJI_0283_FTJ2_x2_DxO
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L'important est d'aimer ce qu l'on fait et persévérer pour sans cesse s'améliorer.
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LA ST HUBERT A MERCKEGHEM :
La cornemuse se joue généralement debout car elle demande la pleine capacité des poumons, sauf les modèles à soufflet, qui se jouent assis. S'il suffit d'insuffler le sac pour qu'un son sorte aussitôt par les tuyaux sonnants, il est absolument nécessaire, pour des raisons de stabilité et de tenue de la tonalité, que la poche soit mise à pleine pression afin de procéder à l'accord de l'instrument. Une fois la poche gonflée on peut reprendre une inspiration (parfois certains chantent) car c'est le bras qui sert de régulateur de pression (on souffle donc par alternance), cela permet donc d'avoir un son continu et puissant, le processus de fonctionnement est le même sur un instrument alimenté au moyen d'un soufflet (Northumbrian pipes, uilleann pipes, cabrette, etc.). La poche permet aussi d'augmenter la pression en cas de passage à l'octave supérieure si le type de cornemuse le permet (par exemple: Uilleann pipe, Cabrette, Musette du centre France, Gaïtas, etc.).
Elle se joue en solo, en couple avec une bombarde, une clarinette, une vielle ou un accordéon (Centre de la France, Cabrette) en formation de cornemuses, en pipe band (Écosse) ou encore en bagad (Bretagne) accompagnée de bombardes. On y joue tout autant des danses que de la musique militaire ou religieuse, etc. D'autres cornemuses moins puissantes, telles que la musette de cour ou les uilleann pipes se jouent comme un autre instrument, en solo ou en groupe.
Suivant les cornemuses, le jeu est dit "ouvert" (on lève un doigt de plus pour chaque nouvelle note supérieure), "semi-ouvert" comme sur la cornemuse écossaise-(on lève des doigts et on en abaisse d'autres pour obtenir la note juste), "fermé" comme sur le Northumbrian Small Pipes (tous les doigts restent posés, on lève le doigt correspondant à la note voulue).
Photographer boy: He takes parrot on the shoulder photos of tourists with his D5100 and earns money.
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Merci beaucoup pour vos visites et commentaires ♥, thank you so much for the visit and kind comments.
Un gros merci à ceux qui partagent leur découverte.
Demander pour utilisation merci - Ask for use thanks.
© Michel Guérin. Tous droits réservés - All rights reserved ©.
(Woliwon)
Merci beaucoup pour vos visites et commentaires ♥, thank you so much for the visit and kind comments.
Un gros merci à ceux qui partagent leur découverte.
On the 10th May 2021 Class 37/5 no. 37688 'Great Rocks' passes Cockwood with the 5Z37 Crewe Holding Sidings to Laira Traction & Rolling Stock Maintenance Depot ecs. High tide, construction livery and sun. I would have taken that in 1991 let alone 2021!
If rumours are to be believed these coaches are going to be used with spare power cars in Cornwall to increase the number of short sets to cover for the out of service IETS. You just couldn't make it up especially just identifying the faults as long distance passenger service demand should pick up after months in lock down!
With no confliction I summon the dark ones 👿
I DEMAND you with vengeance - Come to me you fucking demons and beasts…. I am not afraid, you cannot hurt me, you cannot break what is already broken! I am ready, eagerly here waiting for your arrival, bowing gracefully in your presence welcoming and greeting you with open arms honoring my commitment, offering myself freely without resistance so do as you must - UNRESTRAINED
Torment my disdain soul, taunt my spirit and demented mind as I am a sinner for I could not protect nor save him.... Thirstily torture me with lustful sadistic desires – Suspend me with chains and hooks through my skull, ears, eyes, nose, cheeks and dermis...
Lacerate, stab, beat, choke, bite, scratch, pick, gouge, lash, feed off and burn blistering my organic flesh leaving only bone as the flaming lipids drip quenching Gaîa as I deserve it then dribble toxic corrosive cocktails from your mouth into my open wounds off your tongue…. Watch me in delight as I wallow in my hallucinations, delusions, distortions, noise, insanity and numbness contemplating while drowning in my failures…. I can take it, I will OWN it, you will not see me quiver nor flinch.... I will unconditionally beseech for more each and every time you swipe inflicting on me OVER and OVER and OVER again
Swipe taking your best shots with full force and no holding back as I will come searching for, hunting you in the dark whispers of a celestial night standing in the shadows at the very gates of hell where I announce my presence with wailing GRROWWLLLZ while making my way through the labyrinth crawling on my bleeding cursed hands and knees dragging my persecuted feet in shame to the depths of your lair where time stands still for eternity unleashing my wrath.... Pinning you down into the deep gritty earth of consumed souls with my foot as I tare your fucking tail off with my bare hands shoving it down your throat feeding it to you whole, allowing you to breathe solely through your nostrils while taking in overwhelming contentment watching you wide eyed with dilated pupils as you gag, splatter and choke…. Slowly peeling the scales off your body one by one with my fingernails watching in amusement as they weep.... Using your horns as reins while chewing through your thoracic anatomy with clotted blood dribbling down my face, neck and all over my torso as my GRROWWLLLZ echo off the chamber walls and throughout the labyrinth while looking deep into your soul through the window of your besieged eyes begging me for redemption as I drink in sacrifice warm foaming blood with every last heartbeat from your squirting aorta punishing you for all my failures and sins if you fail your calling and duty
Revive me each time when I fade to die as there is no glory in death without a journey full of suffering and pain, I seek retribution and wish to have consciousness while relishing in your inflictions 🔪🔪🔪 upon me
GRROWWLLLZ
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