Thank You Note Wording For Diaper Pail

Changing the subject a little.

I spent a wonderful day last Sunday in sunny silence of my room at Muyange. It was the first time I was really alone, the first grouping IFADEM that ended yesterday. And casually, it is also good to be alone, to have a little time to go through all these events, past, present.

I read. I finished a book, which I'll probably here about what happened not far away. A dark light that does not enlighten least part of the context in which I live, but that the news tends to make less visible today. My

open daily in December 2007.

Aragon as well, and the manual Eyes of Elsa which allows to understand the context, again, in which the revival was born of his poetic writing and the birth of a national song, from The heartbreaking. The strength of the eponymous poem ... Night of Dunkirk, More beautiful than the tears, The Song Elsa and all the others, which are strung together a collection like so many cogs participants a new vision and a fighter.

Helen Martin listened as person who can sing Aragon, and his voice a Journal in which she retraces the journey of poetry in his singing to her.

I'm back down to earth. I reread my notes, my problem confronted with new data collected, removed what I had not the means to understand a few weeks ago and finished the paper on the first reunion for PJ Loiret.

I started writing a fun story, a project with Maya ..

Opening a written note to replay part of Calderon Life is a dream , I found some thoughts I had placed there one evening forgotten.

They took the form of a poem, I argue here, and I accompany the singing of Helen Martin, who has never left me.

Other minor things too, but I'm doing a site ... I give the address when it is completed.

Helen Martin sings Aragon

PLAYERS CARD

We are the dream images that run through us
Clouds of our desires and They die their ashes
ever before we are reborn and burn We
again before us is one that man inhabits
And that always filled the glasses
We are full of angry players drunk
Of Love and distress
ignorance and hypnosis
We rely on another when the overflow is raging
Not because we want to give or take something
But because we know nothing
contain storm And when the alarm comes from our hearts that resonate
We are does nothing more than desire shapes
A road

A path is where he will flourish
new dawn It's Love

Desire
One is the gardener of the nature of the other