Category: C’est la vie…

(Abba – The Name Of The Game)

I’ve seen you twice, in a short time
Only a week since we started
It seems to me, for every time
I’m getting more open-hearted

I was an impossible case
No-one ever could reach me
But I think I can see in your face
There’s a lot you can teach me
So I wanna know……

What’s the name of the game?
Does it mean anything to you?
What’s the name of the game?
Can you feel it the way I do?
Tell me please, ’cause I have to know
I’m a bashful child, beginning to grow

And you make me talk
And you make me feel
And you make me show
What I’m trying to conceal
If I trust in you, would you let me down?
Would you laugh at me, if I said I care for you?
Could you feel the same way too?
I wanna know……

The name of the game

I have no friends, no-one to see
And I am never invited
Now I am here, talking to you
No wonder I get excited

Your smile, and the sound of your voice
And the way you see through me
Got a feeling, you give me no choice
But it means a lot to me
So I wanna know……

What’s the name of the game?
(your smile and the sound of your voice)
Does it mean anything to you?
(got a feeling you give me no choice)
(but it means a lot)
What’s the name of the game?
(your smile and the sound of your voice)
Can you feel it the way I do?
Tell me please, ’cause I have to know
I’m a bashful child, beginning to grow

And you make me talk
And you make me feel
And you make me show
What I’m trying to conceal
If I trust in you, would you let me down?
Would you laugh at me, if I said I care for you?
Could you feel the same way too?
I wanna know……
Oh yes I wanna know……

The name of the game
(I was an impossible case)
Does it mean anything to you?
(but I think I can see in your face)
(that it means a lot)
What’s the name of the game?
(your smile and the sound of your voice)
Can you feel it the way I do?
(got a feeling you give me no choice)
(but it means a lot)
What’s the name of the game?
(I was an impossible case)
Does it mean anything to you?
(but I think I can see in your face)
(that it means a lot)

Une chanson qui s’applique assez bien a moi en ce moment…

Pour revenir sur un sujet que j’ai deja evoque ici. Je vous propose de lire la traduction francaise d’un article du journal italien L’espresso qui narre l’aventure d’un journaliste se faisant passer pour un clandestin.

L’article se trouve ici et autant vous prevenir c’est relativement long…

Et pour ceux qui pensent que c’est mieux en Belgique, je les invite a jeter un coup d’oeil au site du Collectif contre les expulsions et les centres fermes et a ne pas oublier l’affaire Semira Adamu…

“A essayer de vivre, comme si de rien n’était,
On se fait un beau jour rattraper par la marée. ”

(C. Miossec – On etait tellement de gauche)

Pour la premiere fois depuis… euh… tres tres longtemps, les deux soirees de mon week-end etaient occupees… Certes, cela m’a fait plaisir de voir des ami(e)s que je n’avais plus vu depuis un moment; mais, maintenant je suis mort creve.

Finalement, etre asocial c’est plus reposant…

… I could think less and feel more
… I could be able to express my feelings
… I could love and be loved
… I could think dreams can come true
… I could think I could be happy
… I could have hope for the future
… I could be living instead of just being alive

(BBC News) Scientists describe a new species of marine worm found off the Swedish coast that lives off the bones of dead whales.

Faudrait-il y voir le fruit du travail de monsieur Owen Meany? ;)

Bon ben voila, ca fait deja trois mois… Alors lancons quelques chiffres en vrac, en trois mois:
– 55 posts
– 40 commentaires
– 9 categories
– 3445 visites
– dont 475 personnes qui cherchaient visiblement un homme a poil…

Desole de les decevoirs, ainsi que ceux qui recherchaient un blog a poil ou des bombes a poil (les gens ont parfois des gouts etranges ;)

Les publicités pour une désormais trop célèbre société de portes de garage n’ont toujours pas quitté les ondes radios malgré une pétition lançée par Somebaudy ici…

Que fait l’ONU?