Scene Aim Names Ellie

Man Who Loved Women "in the mood for love

YouTube - 2046 Adagio by Secret Garden

(read the text along with music, beautiful osmosis)

* 2046, the country secretly in love memories. it is a country where there is no return. bandwidths of these ephemeral, we liked or thought we loved. and it is constantly repeated image of this lost love that Chow Mo-Wan is trying to find in all women.
is not returning from 2046, one lives in his past thinking to project into the future.

As these old love I found in Paris, in transit, always between two planes. the memory of your body weight on me, two years have passed and your presence gave way to memories forgotten who resurfaced at the turn of a kiss in the shadow of your eyes. I asked you if you still love me or if you loved me still. why always associate love with sex? I loved you more, another has taken your place, then he is gone, and I find you as a haunting presence. and do you still, always repeated.
write the haunting presence of the soul sister once found. you lose your time in memory, in search of lost time that we would find
"in love might miss your soul mate, if it occurs too early or too late." it was too early for me, too late for him.
* The film by Wong Kar-Wai is a pure masterpiece of aesthetic purpose, surreal, strange and mysterious.

Milenavelbaandmiosotis

Behind the screen of your screens

Meet up at Paris.Ça was decided like that. Mad Djerba the proposed unceremoniously without preparations haphazard We'll be there. I'll be there, I do not know anyone at haphazard, too. I take no phone number. I recognize you from the time we know each blog interposed between rant and giggles. How do you not recognize in the crowd rushing to Indiana Denfert Rochereau. You are unique.

Day at the BnF, tired stressed. I wear my red dress and flower in my hair as usual. You know me too, hardly time to say hello and put faces to the ghosts of my screen. I climb the stairs to exit the subway 4, Denfert Rochereau. 3 years that I walk the avenue du General Leclerc, but this time it's different. I stress a little, like an appointment in love, I fix my neck a little and breathe. And suddenly I have a doubt, and if I did not recognize you. This is my first meet up. My first appointment. And if they did not come. And if the current does not pass. My hands are sweaty, my dress is stuck with me. I feel like deflate and leave. But I will not leave. I love you.

I enter the room, I not removed my glasses. I hide tell me Mehdi. I'm hiding, dear, and if you do not please me?

I scan the room, and searched the faces, I do not see you. I panic. You're not there. I get out quickly, and looking among the crowd of strangers who haunts Indiana. You're not there. I sit next to, open my pc, looks on FB a possible phone number. I find nothing. Haphazard luck, they said. Chiche!

I return to Indiana, my way between the tables, and there I see you. I recognize you, and I recognized you. I did not see at first. I was hiding, as blind as love. I know you and you know me, I'm Jolanare, the mystery guest will say Mad. I recognized you in your dress and the flower, this can only be you, "she says. Mad hush, we do not recognize our friends, we know them. When I saw you, a port princess, haughty, I told myself, I know. And it was you. A grin. Shared. In front of you, Moongirl , was she right away. I know. And former girlfriend become red, I do not know where I'll know I said no geographical or school acquaintance. Mani the African also recognizes me Mani ex girlfriend is believed to recognize because it knows fundamentally, the link that binds a TXT text has nothing to envy the textile weavings TXTL.

And face it, the pen, a little dreamy as a feather Michaux, I told him. Beside him, his girlfriend and Mehdi, the Mehdi me say you hide behind your glasses and your hair. I have my eye removed, but my hair, I am afraid that is impossible. I'm hiding. I'm shy. Besides, you will not know my name, or may in the end if you tame me by chance.

Then a beautiful girl with curly hair . His face told me something, I dare not ask her name. Her smile is enough. And finally Amira Ahmed and join us. No time to get acquainted. I gotta go, hurry as always. I have things to do, but mostly I'm going before everyone, before everyone departs. I draw my bow. Soon or perhaps ever, but certainly you will always be there behind the screen of your screen, and we can talk interposed blog ...

Fatigue Nausea Headaches In Evening

Spectacular under the Eiffel Tower, no purple, yes we can ...

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It's been so long since I live in Paris and yet I've never seen the fireworks of July 14. So this time it's decided! manou my girlfriend always nad and the rest of the tribe, picnic giant (1 meter square web is all we could get so there were lots of people) we are all here to see JOhnyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
was sublime grandeur! I will not dwell on it, Johnny is Johnny.
then the finest, most beautiful, the Eiffel Tower, which is celebrating its 120th anniversary with fireworks, singing the national anthem and I wanted to cry, the Eiffel tower in all its holiday finery year after year, Blue red, sometimes sad and sometimes joyful revenge under 68. Eiffel Tower all in color like the people around us, like the handsome Mike with whom they sympathized, American, Italian mother, of French origin and whose the grandmother is from Djerba. Jerbi mike (his family name, from 100%), not knowing a word of French or Arabic, mixed, colored a beautiful blue-eyed firefighter
and then I missed an appointment, with a girlfriend, and his friend sassoutch seeking at any price to see me since he saw me with it on FB. shit is no network, there was 800,000 people and we have not seen. Tomorrow may be ...
and then I think of Tunisia, our national holiday, the recovery of the festival by one party. National Day of Tunisia will or will not be purple. without purple, We Can not
it rains in my heart as it rains on the city.
the purple color of mourning.
23H 30 is finished, let's go away by the crowd, we usually we Tunisians, the crowd, you know, ever memory of the country, there were so docile sheep ...

Macromastia Woman In Red

On the riverside

"... I sat and cried. Legend has it that everything that falls into the waters of this river, leaves, insects, bird feathers, everything is transformed stone bed. Oh, do I not give to be able to tear my heart in my chest and thrown into the stream ... There would be no more pain, more regret, more memories.
on the riverside Piedra I Sat Down and Wept. The cold of winter that I felt tears on my face, and they are mixed with cold water flowing in front of me. Somewhere, this river joins another, then another, until, far from my eyes and my heart, all these waters merge with the sea Let my tears flow so far, that my Love never know one day I cried for him. my tears flow very far, and then forget the river, the monastery church in the Pyrenees, the mist, the road we have traveled together.
I'll forget the roads, mountains and fields of my dreams these dreams were mine and I did not recognize.
I remember my magic moment, that moment when a "yes" or "no" can change our whole existence. It seems that long ago that, and yet here only a week since I found my love and I lost it.
is on the banks of the River Piedra I wrote this story. My hands were frozen, my legs folded numb, and I had to interrupt me at any moment.
"Just try to live. Remember is the preserve of older," he said.
Perhaps love makes us grow old before it "time and again when young youth away is gone. But how can we forget those moments? that's why I write to transform sadness into longing, solitude and memories. So that when I finish this story, I can throw it in the Piedra River. "

've always been fascinated by this title, the first pages of this novel by Paolo Coelho n'on ceased to haunt my nights. And like a mantra, "on the edge of the river, I sat and I cried." But I still can not cry, my eyes are secs.Je would not sit but fly. ..