Imane et Mehdi

Deux personnes que j'aime.

# Posté le dimanche 20 avril 2008 09:56

Au revoir 2007...

Au revoir 2007...
Ce fut une année trés sympatique ...
Je remercie tous les gens qui on fait que cette année se passe ainsi !
Merci mille fois (l)

# Posté le mercredi 02 janvier 2008 15:15

Modifié le mercredi 02 janvier 2008 15:43

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Envie de marquer un pas vers l'avant envie de crier plus loin que mon échos et de reprendre un souffle nouveau , de changer, de me réincarner en bonheur,je vous promets de frapper dans toutes les maisons du monde .
Je veux ressembler a l'éclat d'une vague lorsequ'elle elle luit une graine de sable, je veux être ce grain de sable qui scintille ...
Je veux ressembler à une goutte de pluie pour vivre dans un nuage, traverser le ciel et finir par m'évanouir sur le sol
Je veux ressembler au sourire d'un enfant pour redonner espoir, je veux être l'espoir je vous promets de vous rendre insoucieux .

# Posté le lundi 24 décembre 2007 17:13

Jvs aime!

Jvs aime!
L'image parle d'elle même.

# Posté le lundi 26 novembre 2007 17:52

Modifié le dimanche 09 décembre 2007 08:31

Dear Mr. President,

Dear Mr. President,
Come take a walk with me.
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me.
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why?

Dear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say
No child is left behind?
We're not dumb and we're not blind.
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell.

What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye?

Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh

How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
You'd never take a walk with me.
Would you?

# Posté le lundi 08 octobre 2007 13:04