January 2011
11 posts
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Eternal
Those who are free will never die.
Today I’ve tested blood, and anger, and despair, and hope and love, love, love, inconvenient, incredible, ridiculous, painful love. Love for a land that will not yield, love for a people that will not cave, love for a standing humanity that refuses to crawl.
They’ve chased me up today, up and down the streets of my sacred city, throwing tear gas at...
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30 1st pages of my new novel on... →
Readers can read my writings, rate me and invest in me if they’re interested. If I reach a certain level I’ll get published and you’ll get your shares :-)
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En réponse à l'article Chrétienne de mon Pays de...
Original article http://www.lorientlejour.com/category/Opinions/article/686396/Chretienne_de_mon_pays.html
“…le développement complet d’un pays, le bien-être du monde et la cause de la paix demandent la participation maximale des femmes à égalité avec les hommes, dans tous les domaines.“
Cher Homme de mon Pays,
Vous remarquerez tout d’abord que je ne spécifie pas votre...
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My Name is Legion
Today I’m an Iranian resisting torture, I’m a Tunisian asking for justice. Today, I’m a Palestinian raising my fist against Occupation and Impunity, I’m an Egyptian who’s had enough of oppression. Today I’m a Lebanese, and I refuse point blank to go in the streets because some corrupt crook tried to bribe me to. Today, I take my flag and embrace it, I wear it...
In memory of Gaza, UCL event →
Joseph Daher’s speech in rememberance of Gaza
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Down Under
For Hind and Maya (and myself really), for when we just want to go uuuuuufffffftttt with life, with the hope it’ll make you smile
Down under…The Duvet I mean.
Let He, or She, or Thee who has never felt the extreme urge to NOT get out of under the duvet cast the first stone. Ooooh come on, you know what I mean. Those awful days when you wake up, have a good look at the world/your...
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Lady Marmelade
Des sequins, des frous-frous, des décolletés plus que plongeants, des strings dignes du Quartier Rouge d’Amsterdam. Des paillettes, des plumes, des ensembles de dentelles et de satins, déclinés en vert, en bleu, en crème, en noir, le tout au vu et au su du quidam se rendant à son travail et vaquant à ses occupations quotidiennes.
Non mes chéris, nous ne sommes ni à Paris, Berlin ou...
