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For the first time, Bock and I could get out free. Baby rode on his year, he drank a glass like a big bad my stepmother could keep it for one night, so we unfolded the park in her room with confidence. When we left we could already hear the cooing of bliss, it was beautiful to hear, and Eloi MamanVivi singing the same octave The haphazard . We left Lachine, worse was to remain in the West in an emergency, because we thought the time was right to try a purlin which our buddy Clarence spoke often, Burgundy in St. Henri. Twenty minutes of biking in the mother-at least when you're drunk. It was not too satisfied because not like too hip places that receive good reviews full page in the View, but Max was fond of eating meat and I all I wanted was finally a big pint of stout over a Another big pint of stout and so on, with perhaps a small shot of scotch from time to time to get drunk faster. Worse of Newcastle. Worse for India Pale Ale in the late evening light when nothing else would come down. I had no intention of missing my brush, I made that so much oil the stomach with a lot of fish and many chips. But really, the waitresses, they were too vulgar and after supper they fled in a tavern and I found myself on the Molson Ex pitchers to nine dollars, it tasted a little series, the worse I was still pleased Bock is that the Canadiens will be issued in final East against Ottawa after Ovechkin will be viciously brought out the shoulder by Plekanec. I always knew he was a little crooked, her. We kept still a bitter memory of the match in September when it was finally eliminated after a hat trick of Kovalev healed from his injury to a foot and more Russian and more phlegmatic as ever. Bock the more disappointed than me. I had watched all this a little further, I found it unreal, my son was asleep not because of the teeth. Anyways, about half past two I felt like a firecracker smoke is worse than me on Bock we left off on Notre Dame to find someone who sells. In the alley next to the Burgundy I spotted a guy with a plaid shirt the worse Bock gave me a nudge, "CHECK, it seems EDDIE VEDDER INTO A NIGHTMARE 'bad me I yelled" CAN WHAT TO BE THE WEED "then went up to the nearest, but it was cut made by another dude , worse then I have trouble telling it all because I made progress not bad the worst Jack began to type, I felt dizzy, I'm holding a lamp post, it became surreal, fake Vedder himself was yelling to be true Vedder - Y'avait as mistaken identity, at large - worse deal fag Hawaiian FUCK! I thought I hallucinating, I had not heard that since primary school I knew just a bad guy in town able to leave that expression too bad really think being insulting, I yelled "CLARENCE, I want to smoke" but there Bock picked me up by the shirt, saying "it's not him, it may not make it as SEEDS, come on bitch human leads up to the pot'd have better luck with the gang of acorns to host Civic that just passed. " We left a couple of blocks further on Bock pissed on a bike seat gel bad I thought it was so twisted that I had to lift my skirt to make in the gutter. It was wonderful, so it all made me think of old times that I pushed my handsome husband under a viaduct to make me right away another child with her beautiful pink and erect penis.

ADDITION:

To read the series from the beginning: Imbroglio in Brousseau; Misunderstanding in Saint-Henri ; brat in Townshippers ; mess with Émiliyamelle .

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GAO Xingjian, The Soul Mountain, Dawn, tranduit Chinese by Christmas and Liliane Dutrait

Ink. Gao himself.

"The sun will reappear soon and illuminates the mountain in front of me. The air is so pure, the coniferous forest below the cloud layer at this time offers a touch dark green so clear that it forces me to rapture. It is like a song that quiet would rise from the bottom of the lungs and spread along the shadows and lights, changing the tone in the blink of an eye. I run, I jump, continuing the changing shadows of the clouds, taking photo on photo.

The gray fog came back in my back, regardless of ditches, crevices in the ground, trunks of fallen trees. I have no way to flee before him and he catches me, without hurrying. I'm buried in fog. The landscape has gone before me, everything is indistinct. Only the heads remain in my feelings that I have experienced. I remain perplexed as a ray of sun breaks over me and illuminates the foam that covers the ground. Then I discovered under my feet with a strange plant world, too, its chains of mountains, meadows and groves of green sparkle. By the time I squatted, the fog returned and spread everywhere, like something out of a magician's hand, leaving only an indistinct gray range. "

So far, this book is a marvel that makes me want to write an article and go to China. Two characters travel : One of them fled his old life in the mountains and forests, after fears of losing as a result of a false diagnosis of cancer and the other is already a seasoned traveler who seeks to restore a meaning to the concept of travel by visiting the famous mountain of the Soul, and meet its inhabitants to the enviable life of all and who have never seen (or few) visitors.

One side explores a titanic nature where trees have thousands of years, mountains thousands of feet, with scientists taciturn, the other one visits the villages their hostels, train stations, historic sites decorated with characters that even the locals do not know decipher. Yet the stories are many: as river remembers dozens of suicide, such a street has seen thousands of New Year's parades. The brides fleeing and rivals alike hunks from one century to another. Their history is so long, the Chinese are not jaded either. They are like at peace with the idea that they are not unique, never originals. It's okay. Not enough to make it a depression.

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In the quoted passage I like to find a literary form in its physical concept that struck me and serve me in writing my memory: that of scale invariance. This principle is that land surfaces have, no matter what the distance they are observed, the same degree of roughness. This means that if I watch the side of a lake of space, the ratio of angles, curves, bays will be roughly the same as if I gaze from my kayak. I will find again the same proportions, the same crevices, so I accosted in a bay and my field of vision is reduced to few meters of beach. Of his three distances, if I try to copy the line of the lake, j'obtiensle same drawing.

All that to say that our traveler is almost three thousand meters above sea level, fascinated by the green trees. When the fog rolls in and he can not see the other side of the ravine in front of it, the snowy peaks, he found the same green and the same relief on the ground, in moss and stones. Just like me, when I was little and amuse me I lay on the ground to look through the grass and imagine I was watching a forest strange and strangely familiar. Look at the picture of Gao, top: it operates exactly the same effect. We think it's a mountain, but why would not a small hill with a pond? For that matter, what prevents us from believing that this is not a small puddle of water that would look at ground level?

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I read books translated from languages that I will never know and I can not really suspect in mind. I am trying to locate records in the process. Here, nature is perpetually animated, sometimes aware of herself and sometimes driven by the hand of a kind of divinity magician and singer. It's beautiful!

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Time flies

The weeks and months scroll rapidly.

We are already in April.

Since February, meetings and trade shows have succeeded: Cruseilles, Annecy, Evry, Sallaumines, and finally Wittenheim Montereau. Beautiful encounters, moments of emotion, laughter ...

A new title: Unleashing Rahi Casterman.

Momo little prince of blueberries, which continues to win your votes, will soon have a sequel. "Momo poppies," released in June from Syros and surprises you.

released in September "Rue Stendhal" Casterman always had some right to read the first chapter.

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Top reflection the continuous and discontinuous

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The discontinuous world raises incomprehension. It is a cliché to say huge, complex and elusive. Life as billions of separate phenomena, made possible by exceptional conditions: a staggering improbability. The figures are frightening.

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The batch is so normal that it is hard to describe, even harder to understand it causes problems. There are even too many examples. It is intuitively perceive its existence as a result of days of events, the world as a empilade objects, places, people. There could have nothing more to say, if it was fear.

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So many reasons to separate anxiety: me, my country, my identity, that of others, though incarnate the evil brought home by others. War as a means of subduing evil, to identify, isolate, destroy.

* Receive the world as an object is an incomprehensible mistake. It put itself in a position total vulnerability than waiting for someone, priest, doctor, teacher, politician, creative - than any specialized - explains.

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The wide world is shrinking constantly. It is crossed by air in less than a day. Before you travel, you will see the front of his hotel on the street, in real time. If we had time, we could see the whole Earth. Everything is known. All we are given.

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Among past and understand what it does not anymore: the production of food, building a house the functioning of his own body, baby. The specialty of each becoming increasingly clear, the responsibility of everyone's life is fragmented: how do you know who I am to eat, which put a roof over my head, which looks after me? The path is what I blocked.

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If the accumulation of knowledge leads to confusion, perhaps we accumulate does not have good knowledge. Maybe it does suffer from a methodological problem and should replace the word "accumulation" by another.