Thursday, 12 January 2012

Quotable


"Most people think that shadows follow, precede, or surround beings or objects. The truth is that they also surround words, ideas, desires, deeds, impulses and memories."


Elie Wiesel, writer, Nobel laureate (b. 1928)

St-Michel (quoi "encore" ?), 04.01.12

 

Wednesday, 11 January 2012

Nombre de suicides au Japon


Une statistique effrayante... je sais que je n'ai que les chiffres (officiels ? officieux ?), sans autre explication. Je vais creuser la question.

Tuesday, 10 January 2012

Sur la route d'Orléans



En pleine Beauce.


Au loin, les deux cheminées de la centrale nucléaire de Saint-Laurent-des-eaux.

Monday, 9 January 2012

My motto when I was free-running...


Freerunner on the loose,
All black and blue and bruise.
Roam wild in the city.
Mad perhaps, mad but free.

Sunday, 8 January 2012

Noctambulatoire Tourangeau

 Cathédrale St Gatien vue de la Psalette

 Pont St Symphorien, alias le Pont de fil

Vue du pont Wilson et de la bibliothèque du pont de fil (expo 30'). 

Vue de l'autre côté du pont de fil (expo 30'). 

Gauche du pont de fil : Lune, tête de sculpture et cime d'arbre (expo 30').

Pont Wilson vue des quais (expo 30'). 











Cathédrale St Gatien, prise du parvis.

Saturday, 7 January 2012

Tours, très tôt.





Les quatre photos ci-dessus : Cathédrale St Gatien.


Le grand cèdre du Liban dans la cour du musée des beaux-arts.




Trois photos précédentes : Jardin du musée des beaux-arts.


Chat.

Friday, 6 January 2012

WOODKID - WASTELAND






While I'm at it, here's another song by this Frenchman who's got a tiny tinge of Irish accent. Pay attention to the lyrics (see below). It seems that Yoann Lemoine, aka Woodkid, started out as a music video and film director. Then he moved on to music itself. A jack-of-all-trade and master of quite a few. Here's the link to his website.




Most of my sweet memories were buried in the sand
The fire and the pain will now be coming to an end
How did you get to save me from this desolate wasteland?
In your eyes I see the dawn of brighter days again.

With my tears you washed away the mud stuck on my hands
All the things you're trying to do make me a better man
Now I remember the joy and the taste of candy cane
The innocence of youth and the sound of major scales.

Most of what I used to be had vanished in the waves
The memories of the boy I've been were drowning and you saved them
Now I remember the joy and the meaning of the fate
The color of the truth and the sound of sunny days.

Most of my sweet memories were buried in the sand
The fire and the pain will now be coming to an end
How did you get to save me from this desolate wasteland?
In your eyes I see the dawn of brighter days again.

WOODKID - Brooklyn


I highly recommend listening to this EP. Great artist.

WOODKID - Iron




For once, music and images match. Great video.


"Iron" is also the theme song for the new Assassin's Creed game, "Revelations". I recommend listening to all of the AC games' soundtrack, all done by Jesper Kyd (my personal favourite remains the second soundtrack). They are quite amazing, as are the games.




Underneath are the lyrics to the song...enjoy!



Deep in the ocean, dead and cast away,
Where innocence is burned, in flames.
A million mile from home, I'm walking ahead.
I'm frozen to the bones, I am.

A soldier on my own, I don't know the way.
I'm riding up the heights, of shame.
I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest.
I'm ready for the fight, and fate.

The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head.
The thunder of the drums, dictates
The rhythm of the falls, the number of deaths,
The rising of the horns, ahead.

From the dawn of time to the end of days,
I will have to run, away.
I want to feel the pain and the bitter taste
Of the blood on my lips, again.

This steady burst of snow is burning my hands.
I'm frozen to the bones, I am.
A million mile from home, I'm walking away.
I can't remind your eyes, your face.

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