Il pleure dans mon coeur. Comme il pleut sur la ville,. Qui pénètre mon coeur? Ô bruit doux de la pluie. Ô le chant de la pluie! Il pleure sans raison. Ce deuil est sans raison. De ne savoir pourquoi,.

Abonne-toi à mon blog! Il est là , juste en haut , regarde! Il brille de plein coeur . Mais bien sur que si! Je suis ton amie . Et puis tu vas lui faire peur , tait-toi . Parfois et même dans la pluie.

You CANNOT Blame the Rape Victim! March 25, 2012 2 Comments. I just read a series of articles related to rape on Tehelka. They were to do with a first person account. Bleak report on how difficult it is to get a rape conviction. Why should any of this matter? But she wears short skirts and drinks with men! .

Tuesday, July 14, 2015. The journey between a yes and no makes me a million times older. What do you do when your dream is at once sufficient and insufficient to keep you? What do you do when you want your dream to expand and contract all the time, every time? What do you do when the size of your dream has fallen short? What do you dream? Are your dreams my nightmares? Is the distance we travel a mirage? .

This blog is a work of friction between my neurons and cerebral fluid triggered by the itch of scribbling in my heart resulting into a different kind of friction between my fingers and the keyboard. It started as a curiosity, became addiction, stayed that way for an year and half when i managed to get rid of it. What has left of it is just an occasional past time. Wednesday, November 05, 2008. I saw History with my eyes today. Sunday, September 14, 2008.