Thursday, May 23, 2002

Do You Need To Dry Blunt Wraps

An image of the troubadour

Coucher de soleil sur Anjou

way back to the bike "Convention Center" Renaissance, yesterday after the vote to return to work, a beautiful sunset kindled the skies.
Then, passing under the power line, it seemed that was forming the image of the feelings of the majority of locked after 61 days of forced sidewalk.

People, according to conversations out of the meeting, are pleased that the sun is finally on the lockout.
However, there is a wound in them that will take time to heal, such as pylons spoil the landscape ... but we can always bury if you put the time and resources.

Wednesday, May 22, 2002

How To Diy Rabbit By Paper

gift padlock

pochette pour le CD de la 2e chanson de Bertrand Hall


Now that the conflict is over, here is a gift of Bertrand Hall. First, the cover of the song second lockout, locked The heart, which he composed. It encourages you to download the song and burn a CD on the housing which can be inserted to the pouch above when printed, while intoning the words, as follows.

    HEART PADLOCKS

    Sitting on the edge of a sidewalk
    head smeared with dark thoughts
    we `v just born m'baillonner
    that I had locked the heart

    I did not know very well who believe not too
    j'pouvais m'sauver
    where I could not feel the future '
    was actually more
    n'savais I see or watch ...

    And suddenly people were talking
    gathered around me while listening to tell 'em

    they eventually m'faire dream ....

    their rage, their sentences were mine for so long stifled

    their words made for me to understand
    I decided whatever happens
    me angry ....

    Do not allow to be allowed to leave
    c'qu'on likes to be betrayed
    Do not ever make that happen
    the disgusting and then oblivion

    He thought he was ugly
    whenever c 'was my will r'commencer
    , c'qui remained
    risked everything to break the time ....

    But little to curb this long ptit
    began to sound like it was no longer l'espoir
    macadam
    well but one tribe decided to
    n'plus s'laisser never wander .. .

    And never mind the past and
    even better for the future
    we are our own creators
    the true lords of a better world ...

    Even if the Earth remains the same despite this
    human nature too
    nothing will ever be the same
    everything is possible everything is possible when
    s'réveille!

    Do not allow to be allowed to leave
    c'qu'on likes to be betrayed
    Do not ever make that happen
    the disgusting and then oblivion

    standing upright on my sidewalk
    head full of my future
    gonna take my time to come back to free
    finally my heart
    unlocked ...