Dimanche 08 Juillet 2007






J'ai peur que l'école algérienne ne permette pas aux gosses de s'épanouir, de rêver, de créer, de souffler...de vivre quoi...
Gardons espoir quand même, cela ne nous coutera qu'une probable déception!






We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave the kids alone
Hey teacher leave us kids alone
All in all it's just another brick in the wall
All in all you're just another brick in the wall

(chorus at end by pupils from the Fourth Form Music Class Islington Green School, London)

We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave the kids alone
Hey teacher leave us kids alone
All in all you're just another brick in the wall
All in all you're just another brick in the wall



Carpe diem
Dimanche 08 Juillet 2007

Ton blog a pris un an et ce n'est pas pour déplaire à tes innombrables admirateurs de Dzblog et d'ailleurs. Tu auras remarqué que je ne t'avais jamais consacré un billet, c'est parce que je n'éprouvais pas le besoin de te démontrer mon amitié. La blogosphère est unanime à ton égard, de loin le bloggeur le plus gentil, le plus sympa, le plus tolérant oulah la liste est longue yaw, mais cela t'est acquis de droit et sans aucun doute (ce n'est pas du tout un clin d'œil à l'agresseur de F2). Je sais aussi que ton éternelle bonne humeur cache bien tes petites tristesses, tes petits coups de blues, les déceptions dont tu ne parles pas, tes rêves les plus secrets... Ce ne sont là que des mots je sais mais je te souhaite de réussir toutes tes entreprises, que la femme qui saura voir l'incommensurable amour qui est en toi ne soit pas trop loin, je souhaite le meilleur à ta petite famille également et évidemment une lonnnnngue vie à ton blog.



Je n'ai pas trouvé un meilleur cadeau à t'offrir désolé!!




She's taking her time making up
the reasons
To justify all the hurt inside
Guess she knows from the smile
and the look in their eyes
Everyone's got a theory about the
bitter one
They're saying, "Mamma never loved
her much"
And, "Daddy never keeps in touch
That's why she shies away from
human affection"
But somewhere in a private place
She packs her bags for outer space
And now she's waiting for the right
kind of pilot to come
And she'll say to him
She's saying

Chorus
I would fly to the moon & back if
you'll be...
If you'll be my baby
Got a ticket for a world where we
belong
So would you be my baby?

She can't remember a time when she
felt needed
If love was red then she was colour
blind
All her friends they've been tried for
treason
And crimes that were never defined
She's saying, "Love is like a barren
place,
And reaching out for human faith is
Is like a journey I just don't have a
map for"
So baby's gonna take a dive and
Push the shift to overdrive
Send a signal that she's hanging
All her hopes on the stars
What a pleasant dream
Just saying

Chorus
(hold on... hold on...)

Mamma never loved her much
And Daddy never keeps in touch
That's why she shies away from
human affection
But somewhere in a private place
She packs her bags for outer space
And now she's waiting for the right
kind of pilot to come
And she'll say to him
Just saying

{chorus twice }


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