Crossroads

[La photo cette fois-ci n'est pas de moi]

I'm standing at the crossroads

There are many roads to take

But I stand here so silently

For fear of a mistake

One path leads to paradise

One path leads to pain

One path leads to freedom

But they all look the same

I've travelled many roads

And not all of them were good

The foolish ones taught more to me

Than the wise ones ever could

One path leads to sacrifice

One path leads to shame

One path leads to freedom

But they all looked the same

There were roads I never travelled

They were turns that I did not take

There were mysteries I could not unravel

But leaving you was my only mistake

So I'm standing at the crossroads

Imprisonned by this doubt

As if by doing nothing

I might find my way out

...

Crossroads - Calvin Russel
[que vous pouvez écouter dans le jukebox]

"City Child"

Photos prises par moi + Photoshop + Photos du net.
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Bush for President

Petit amusement sous Photoshop. :D

Auschwitz

Auschwitz I
Toujours le voyage en Pologne et République Tchèque.

Casablanca Sunset

Cet été.

Son : Christian Basso - The Movement

V for Vendetta

Intelligent, subversif, beau et émouvant, superbes scénario et musique.
[Critique plus longue à venir]

"There are of course those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there? Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well certainly there are those more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror. I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War, terror, disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense."

nesting instinct

"You buy furniture. You tell yourself, this is the last sofa I will ever need in my life. Buy the sofa, then for a couple years you're satisfied that no matter what goes wrong, at least you've got your sofa issue handled. Then the right set of dishes. Then the perfect bed. The drapes. The rug. Then you're trapped in your lovely nest, and the things you used to own, now they own you."

"May I never be complete. May I never be content. May I never be perfect. Deliver me, Tyler, from being perfect and complete. "

"Maybe self-improvement isn't the answer.... Maybe self-destruction is the answer. "

"You aren't alive anywhere like you're alive at fight club.... Fight club isn't about winning or losing fights. Fight club isn't about words. You see a guy come to fight club for the first time, and his ass is a loaf of white bread. You see this same guy here six months later, and he looks carved out of wood. This guy trusts himself to handle anything. There's grunting and noise at fight club like at the gym, but fight club isn't about looking good. There's hysterical shouting in tongues like at church, and when you wake up Sunday afternoon you feel saved. "

"At the time, my life just seemed too complete, and maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves. "

"It's only after you've lost everything," Tyler says, "that you're free to do anything."


Fight Club, Chuck Palahniuk.

Son : Lucky - Radiohead