My thoughts of the day

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Fantastic opportunity for you

No, just the annual packs of troubles : The festival of Foreign Culture Institutes of Paris.

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Question from a customer :

'Is it possible to buy books in your Library ?'

Let's notice that it's not the first time that I have to explain the difference between a library and a bookshop…

And it is the first day…OMG, how could i support morons for all a year…

[Anthea]

Question from a customer :

'Is it possible to buy books in your Library ?'

Let's notice that it's not the first time that I have to explain the difference between a library and a bookshop…

And it is the first day…OMG, how could i support morons for all a year…

OH NO!

I would have found it VERY difficult to answer politely

If they do not understand the difference between a library and a bookshop - then the only book for them is a children's PICTURE dictionary

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My glasses are broken and could not be fixed before the end of the week.

So now, for walking and working, I have a choice : living dangerously without glasses (and getting headaches by reading and writing) or living ridiculous with sunglasses (which are real for correcting my seeing also) in a autumn and grey weather :

Last week, it was summer and sunglasses were hardly noticed, but now people will think I am a beaten woman hiding her bruises

[Anthea]

My glasses are broken and could not be fixed before the end of the week.

So now, for walking and working, I have a choice : living dangerously without glasses (and getting headaches by reading and writing) or living ridiculous with sunglasses (which are real for correcting my seeing also) in a autumn and grey weather :

Last week, it was summer and sunglasses were hardly noticed, but now people will think I am a beaten woman hiding her bruises

You have an excellent excuse not to do much work this week

[Anthea]

I hope you are resting your eyes

When you have your new glasses perhaps you would permit me to sent you a small document for you expert advice

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I have old glasses, not perfect, but I can read without headache.

[Anthea]

I have old glasses, not perfect, but I can read without headache.

So sadly you have no chance of a couple of days off while you wait for your new glasses

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Tomorrow i 'll ask to the shop.

It is so cold that I will leave pastis for a hot tisane and rhum.

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The key to the tower

There was never
There was never
A key to the tower

There was never a key to the tower, you fool

It was a dream
It was a dream
A mosquito’s dream

A mosquito dreaming in a cage for a bird

It’s October
It’s October
The summer’s over

Your passionate candle in a pumpkin’s head
And the old woman’s hand in this photograph
Appears to be nailed to the old man’s hand

And the sky
And the sky
And the sky above you

Is a drunken loved one asleep in your bed

And the tower
And the tower
And the key to the tower

There was never a key to the tower I said

And this insistence
This insistence
It will only bring you sorrow

Your ridiculous key, your laughable tower

But there was
There was
A tower here

I swear

And the key
And the key
I still have it here somewhere
"
Space, in chains, Laura Kasisckhe.

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Glasses fixed. Good thing, because under the cold rain of October we have here, I could not definitively wear my sunglasses, or people in the street would have give me the emergency phone of SOS Abused Women…

[Anthea]

The key to the tower

There was never
There was never
A key to the tower

There was never a key to the tower, you fool

It was a dream
It was a dream
A mosquito’s dream

A mosquito dreaming in a cage for a bird

It’s October
It’s October
The summer’s over

Your passionate candle in a pumpkin’s head
And the old woman’s hand in this photograph
Appears to be nailed to the old man’s hand

And the sky
And the sky
And the sky above you

Is a drunken loved one asleep in your bed

And the tower
And the tower
And the key to the tower

There was never a key to the tower I said

And this insistence
This insistence
It will only bring you sorrow

Your ridiculous key, your laughable tower

But there was
There was
A tower here

I swear

And the key
And the key
I still have it here somewhere
"
Space, in chains, Laura Kasisckhe.

Is that the tower where the chocolates are hidden

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The call of the one duck flying south

so far behind the others
in their neat little v, in their
competence of plans and wings, if
you didn’t listen you would think
it was a cry for help
or sympathy–
friends! friends!–
but it isn’t.

Silence of the turtle on its back in the street.
Silence of the polar bear pulling its wounded
weight onto the ice.
Silence of the antelope with a broken leg.
Silence of the old dog asking for no further
explanation.

How
was it I believe I was
God’s favorite creature? I,
who carry my feathery skeleton across the sky now,
calling
out for all of us. I, who am doubt now, with a song.

Space, in chains ; Laura Kasischke.

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Because of the next exhibition, ppent all the day to listen and to select Kurdish singers and songs. So heard all the day broken-hearted weeping, fatal loves, exiles, and such merry stories…


http://sohrawardi.blogspot.fr/2013/09/d ... urdes.html

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Explosion rue d'Enghien, Paris 10e, next to the PKK center. But nothing like an attack. Seemed that some workers moved a fuel tank which exploded : 3 dead, 2 or more missing. All the place locked, with firefighters, lifguards and dogs, the mayor of 10th on the place, and even the minister of Interior, Manuel Valls.

The district is called 'Little Turkey' (it could be called Little Kurdistan at 50%).