Peace

Peace,
When you can find the way
Peace,
When you can let you hear without beeing juged

Peace,
When you can say hello or goodbye
Peace,
When you let go

Peace
When you can say
I did it

Peace
When you don't battle

Peace
When a friend make you a confidence

Peace

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        E                                                                              ....PEACE PEACE where are you path?

Just

Just time to smile
Just time to build
Just time to remember
Just time to get peace

I missed them

I missed them
But the life and the death are cruel
And they passed away
As build myself as woman
They were my roots
They were the image of the eternal love
They were the pillars of my familly

I even survive
After sadness and tears
I ever say
I want make them happy
I want to archieve my goals

I want to archieve my goals
And I won't regret anything

The true me

Sometimes I feel people miss something from me
In my inner, I feel weird things sometimes
That none can understand

The true me
Is the one who can fight to archieve goals
Is the one who are fighting against the life

Sometimes I feel that I am farway from this world
None can understand when people suffer
When people pass near the death and survive

The true me
Is the one who can fight to archieve goals
Is the one who are fighting against the life

Sometimes I feel so unconfident
Even I try to accept the stress
I just gamble my futur
My life
But I don't realise that near me
Are my friends
Those who can know where I am not fine


The true me
Is the one who can fight to archieve goals
Is the one who are fighting against the life

Sometimes tears come
When I am sad
And I take a pen to just express myself
I know some can read in me like in a book
I have made a promise when they are gone
I want to realize what she couldn't do
I know its fool

The true me
Wish just quiet days
Peace and smile
But only God can give it to me

Plenty of surprises

I am woman
Full of surprises

I am a woman
Full of surprises
And I am happy
Not to hide myself too much
To surprise you

I can be dynamic and funny
Full of surprises hidding
When I want to protect myself

I can take the way
To meet you on my way
I can make surprises
Even my eyes cry
I am ever full of dreams
I got enough to think all in black

I am not 2* years old
I am not unsual
I am only me

Love is all Keedz

 To VF professor at SODILANG' plenty of energy is that weird?? ;)

Little story...

I never remember where I met you
I just remember what you do to me

I am dreaming you are nor with me
I am dreaming that we share a lot together

I can't remember when I met you
I just remember what you did to me

I just think of you
I just want you
But ....
The life was made to destroy
A love story

I remember when I met you
And what you did to me

I was in love
That was at primaryschool
I were just 10

Something difficult to say

The weeping woman of Picasso

When I was at primary school I discovered that painting of Picasso. I can't remember what age I got but I felt understood. I was dealing with a huge school problem and nor now I can't solve it. 

The design is really great and Picasso stay the best painters among the cubists according to me...these last few days I felt me really sad ...like this painting express...all pain and sorrows...are hard to dealing with...I just try to hide all to myself and the others...(what is not pretty good when you suffer...) So I haven't write a lot...feelings so up and down... that create  unsecurity...and I can't imagine nothing when I am unsecure...that made me that few years ago when I lost someone I cherish the most... 

I hope just to be better asap because my second semester will begin next week and I will have a lot to do .... :(

My town...in pictures part2

This is the part of the university where I study. What a beautiful location near the river not farway of the quater that well call plum' in reference to its name plumereau. I have check my schedule but we have change of room so we won't have this time the right to look at the river :( what a pity...

that will be only to two months about but...when we were tired we look at the river because we have had huge windows with direct view on it... 

But we will .... as usual...we are flexibals :) 

My town... in pictures part 1

The town where I live (Tours) is crossing by two rivers and we have four bridges to go through. This one is near my university. The Loire river is full of water at that time ...it wasn't the case two years ago...I am happy it goes full of water to spring and summertime.

I work nor with shadows....trying to catch the nonfixed thing what is shadow.

That was last wenesday I took this pictures...after two days under my cover because I felt so tired...

Intentions (Shadows 2)

This is the second part of shadows:

Intentions of a body are a part of the non-verbal speech... I dedicate my work to Ms Razafi-Vanrisse a professor in my fields at the university...I hope she can one day...seeing it... just to...
criticize my work (the way to use image to tell the things...we won't express with our words...is a part of my reflection at that time...so making pictures will help me to catch some concept)

INTENTIONS
                     A NON-VERBAL ASPECT
                                                              OF THE COMMUNICATION?

Let see that in pictures:

Fears 1

Fears 2

Shadows are the reflections of ourselves none has the right to delete them because God think of it... I use it to express ...what I can't say...with MY WORDS!

Revolting

A hand shut and high in the sky when people made the revolution I felt a kind of power...when I did myself and I understand why...people did that...to symbolize all their angers and fears...

what poetry really is!

Where are you mister Darcy?

I feel me like the heroin of pride and prejudice
I want to love
But I am sure I can make more suffer
With my words and behavior

I doubt about love
I wish I never loved before
I have a scare in fond of my heart
Grabbed like in stone

And when I feel a man have some feelings to me
I just want to desapear
Because none like him move my heart like he did

And walking in the countryside
I dream and call him saying:
Where are you Mister Darcy?

Why I feel like the heroin of this book, I know about...we've got the same christian name 
Elizabeth, Lise look the same no? I have exactly the same feelings...as her even it is coming 
from an old book love is eternal and let get the same feelings though the time... Jane Austen
wrote so well