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 Si vuos pvueoz lrie ccei, vuos aevz puet êrte un dôrle de cvreeau. Car seleuemnt 55 porsnenes sur cnet en snot cpalabes. Le povuoir phoémanénl du crveeau huamin ! Soeln une rcheerche ftiae à l'Unievristé de Cmabridge, l'odrre dnas luqeel les lerttes snot paléces n'ipmortnet peu à ciditonon que la priremère et la derènire letrte du mot sioent à la bnone palce. La raoisn est que le ceverau hmauin ne lit pas les mtos par letrte mias ptuôlt cmome un tuot. Éotnannt n'est-ce pas ?
par Dionys
Mardi 24 juin 2008

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What did I do since I started this diary ? People met, places visited, activities practised... A lot, a lot, a lot. Is it really necessary to mention all of them ? Parties, pubs, galleries, exhibitions, concerts, plays, movies, books, dinners, picnics, barbecues, saunters, rambles, rides, sports, personal dreams, personal thinkings, happy or unhappy incidents... Nothing ! I'll say nothing about that. I know I'm very lucky. I am a chosen person. I live in a very convivial, cultural and worldwide place... I know many people and I spend a big part of my life to learn and create.
par Dionys
Samedi 31 mai 2008

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STOP loosing my fucking time on this blog !
I'm going to read my book. It is called "L'Oeuvre au noir". Its author is Marguerite Yourcenar.
Obviously, Internet is... I don't find any translation of "chronophage"...
par Dionys
Jeudi 22 mai 2008

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par Dionys
Jeudi 22 mai 2008

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Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows that the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
That's how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows that the boat is leaking
Everybody knows that the captain lied
Everybody got this broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just died

Everybody talking to their pockets
Everybody wants a box of chocolates
And a long stem rose
Everybody knows

Everybody knows that you love me baby
Everybody knows that you really do
Everybody knows that you've been faithful
Ah give or take a night or two
Everybody knows you've been discreet
But there were so many people you just had to meet
Without your clothes
And everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows

And everybody knows that it's now or never
Everybody knows that it's me or you
And everybody knows that you live forever
Ah when you've done a line or two
Everybody knows the deal is rotten
Old Black Joe's still pickin' cotton
For your ribbons and bows
And everybody knows

And everybody knows that the Plague is coming
Everybody knows that it's moving fast
Everybody knows that the naked man and woman
Are just a shining artifact of the past
Everybody knows the scene is dead
But there's gonna be a meter on your bed
That will disclose
What everybody knows

And everybody knows that you're in trouble
Everybody knows what you've been through
From the bloody cross on top of Calvary
To the beach of Malibu
Everybody knows it's coming apart
Take one last look at this Sacred Heart
Before it blows
And everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows

Oh everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows

Everybody knows
par Dionys
Jeudi 22 mai 2008

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ICI

par Dionys
Mercredi 21 mai 2008

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"Le rêve est une seconde vie. Je n’ai pu percer sans frémir ces portes d’ivoire ou de corne qui nous séparent du monde invisible. Les premiers instants du sommeil sont l’image de la mort ; un engourdissement nébuleux saisit notre pensée, et nous ne pouvons déterminer l’instant précis où le moi, sous une autre forme, continue l’œuvre de l’existence. C’est un souterrain vague qui s’éclaire peu à peu, et où se dégagent de l’ombre et de la nuit les pâles figures gravement immobiles qui habitent le séjour des limbes. Puis le tableau se forme, une clarté nouvelle illumine et fait jouer ces apparitions bizarres : - le monde des Esprits s’ouvre pour nous."

par Dionys
Mardi 20 mai 2008

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