tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71194364593439542642024-02-07T18:50:31.517-05:00One-minus-a-plus-oneAn ordinary guy just trying to retrieve his ability to understand and express his real identityAlexanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368817184002551399noreply@blogger.comBlogger118125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119436459343954264.post-63573182610507788232012-03-05T09:38:00.000-05:002012-03-05T09:39:02.338-05:00Just realized...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjfIKB16E5k48E02hz0nxHwNQa_Sr3ryiT6KDSX0nfH35m6vkQs6ug9oeCcBXVPNdBlA54_Hy2qfHGpVuPP1ZgcWpaDYmoJNaHHTpCN7s4a_9X4Eo4OE0HoXCWGHsSTgqivstkaqnUDxL6/s1600/_fckimages_difference.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 337px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjfIKB16E5k48E02hz0nxHwNQa_Sr3ryiT6KDSX0nfH35m6vkQs6ug9oeCcBXVPNdBlA54_Hy2qfHGpVuPP1ZgcWpaDYmoJNaHHTpCN7s4a_9X4Eo4OE0HoXCWGHsSTgqivstkaqnUDxL6/s400/_fckimages_difference.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716422432626585426" /></a><br />The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. <br />We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. <br />We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. <br />We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness. <br />We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. <br />We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. <br />We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. <br />We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. <br />We've added years to life not life to years. <br />We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. <br />We conquered outer space but not inner space. <br />We've done larger things, but not better things. <br />We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. <br />We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. <br />We write more, but learn less. <br />We plan more, but accomplish less. <br />We've learned to rush, but not to wait. <br />We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less. <br />These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. <br />These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. <br />These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet to kill. You can even chose the red pill or the blue pill...<br />It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. <br />We should spend some time with our loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever. <br />We should say a kind word to someone who looks up to us in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave our side <br />We should give a warm hug to the one next to us, because that is the only treasure we can give with our heart and it doesn't cost a cent. <br />We should say, "I love you" to our partner and our loved ones, but most of all mean it. <br />A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of us. <br />We should hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again. <br />Give time to love, give time to speak! <br />And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind,the way I do, in this blog, because the only legacy in life is who you were and the difference your thoughts would make to this world.Alexanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368817184002551399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119436459343954264.post-65630659326267014002012-03-05T08:45:00.004-05:002012-03-05T09:02:40.377-05:00Simple is beautiful<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnB00heUrm3bH2MbDhWUlNDpyGtN33ZON9VMF2_sfaNuqnGi2ENMTh7ol9GnBBLaoAjnaLgQ1ZMPdKYhN0flaOID6yViZoUz0oBlUCn-pSZAhMsm0iYNjdLYlPng89kVF1Mab8ttlKN3BO/s1600/minimalwall-10-52-1-minimal-wallpaper-keep-it-simple-.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnB00heUrm3bH2MbDhWUlNDpyGtN33ZON9VMF2_sfaNuqnGi2ENMTh7ol9GnBBLaoAjnaLgQ1ZMPdKYhN0flaOID6yViZoUz0oBlUCn-pSZAhMsm0iYNjdLYlPng89kVF1Mab8ttlKN3BO/s320/minimalwall-10-52-1-minimal-wallpaper-keep-it-simple-.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716412346305587170" /></a><br />In the last days I've been struggling with some decisions I have to make.<br />Funny how we complicate life when we simply have it all.<br />We are animals used to complain. <br />We will find ways to justify our supposed misery and get that look from someone going like,ah yeah,you really have a problem.<br />Instead, we should just stop that.<br />Recently I've been complaining about my house, my car, my job,etc.<br />Look,the bottom line is: I have a car, a house and a job, just for starters.<br />They may not be the ones I dreamed all my life, but they are good ones. Believe me.<br />Despite all that, I found myself recently in a loop of complaints and frustration to a level where I was feeling stuck in life with those things I just didn't want.<br />Well,short answer is,change it.<br />Question what you really want, what the hell is really important and what would be making you look at the mirror in the morning and have the energy to go out with a smile. After brushing your teeth,sure.<br />The funniest art of life is that you have to understand that until you learn some things, they will keep coming again and again.<br />A while ago, I had an option in life and I made a decision not to take it, after a loooooong thinking process.Much longer than what it should be.<br />Then, I had some regrets. <br />Oh I should have taken that, I should have done this,that,whatever.<br />Man, regrets are shit. The worst crap you can have around your brains.<br />Get rid of all regrets,now.Believe me they are no good.<br />And then, now, same decision again. But then, I should be ready to take it,no?<br />Not really.<br />So what the hell does that mean?<br />It means that we are ready to look at things and say I should have done this and that as far as we are far from that situation.<br />When you put those old shoes on back again, maybe your decision wouldn't be different.<br />So,my point is, why we have regrets on good decisions we made?<br />Because we are human beings,eternally expecting more and criticizing our own good moves when something feels not that right.<br />I really don't know what I will decide to do. But I learned one thing. I am human and I should just accept that and making it simple instead.Alexanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368817184002551399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119436459343954264.post-37643382085250040602011-06-11T22:04:00.008-04:002011-06-11T22:23:03.357-04:00What the night brings up...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxwqIsYf2PJQ0gjYfsyMpE0Hvvn1zibudr17Liw4j6a2FqKEv06hyphenhyphen-eyZKOYF_WrtNETpRHDL1ACGIfYyWkXxDxWt-aWtWGPs0AoRWAjXBiTPT2LJmBB7mAkkCZPY3eQtCnU6jPufPmCqU/s1600/night.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxwqIsYf2PJQ0gjYfsyMpE0Hvvn1zibudr17Liw4j6a2FqKEv06hyphenhyphen-eyZKOYF_WrtNETpRHDL1ACGIfYyWkXxDxWt-aWtWGPs0AoRWAjXBiTPT2LJmBB7mAkkCZPY3eQtCnU6jPufPmCqU/s320/night.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617151643993871234" /></a><br />In an interesting night like this one,when I took the time to just chat with a friend in a sushi bar,lots of things became so clear.<br />Not sure if it was the taste of wasabi or my truncated thoughts around my brains, but it just felt good.<br />Outside it was getting dark.<br />Luckily in summer time,we get the night falling on us late,after 9, which brought along some inevitable thoughts.<br />Night was young still and I was ready to get rid of old thoughts.<br />The idea of aiming for something which is harder and harder to get can seem to be a kind of masochism, but my friend was talking about trying to converge objectives when dreams are not the same.<br />I know it can be harsh on your brains,trying to wreck them on the search for answers in a quite heavy conversation while your light thoughts drive you to the lethargy of avoiding the answers.<br />To make myself clear, we run from what we know, and search for what we expect.This is the key to most frustrations in life.<br />To say we don't know what we want,this is bullshit, we do.<br />To say we are mostly misled by others, it is another lie. We are not. We let ourselves be led to places we are uncomfortable for the comfort get us bored.<br />So why complain about our fate?<br />The night was finally closing in and I saw the fate of it,when the dawn will be here.<br />So sure as the dawn of a new day, the dreams can only converge to objectives when we trail the night before to get to them.Alexanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368817184002551399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119436459343954264.post-71116538834520402912011-04-13T17:08:00.004-04:002011-04-13T17:39:06.928-04:00Happier<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlp5JzAvZ55zWMtPbwR188knJoo6o1cUpj_DaDJDhJsHKJU-8deh4RjQpiC0Tn5AFEOQjzMSfsVU2BcoXp6JbT0CNCJ7LwIRur3aiRjSECQJgX6AjYL-1wOCANjao3lOzpDyysLVw_GwbV/s1600/444204162_c184ad2670_z.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlp5JzAvZ55zWMtPbwR188knJoo6o1cUpj_DaDJDhJsHKJU-8deh4RjQpiC0Tn5AFEOQjzMSfsVU2BcoXp6JbT0CNCJ7LwIRur3aiRjSECQJgX6AjYL-1wOCANjao3lOzpDyysLVw_GwbV/s400/444204162_c184ad2670_z.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595185133517017282" /></a><br />Earlier today I got to thinking about how life can be taken for granted.Not only life I mean, but every single molecule we just assume will get together tomorrow to service our expectations in having a seamless 'tomorrow'.<br />I heard something today about someone who passed away too suddenly and had no time to say how much he loved some people and his own life. This thought was just frightening in itself. Not the fact that you will pass away one day,for we are all sure about that, but the possibility of being surprised by simply the end of life.<br />Anyways, it is even more important to see how many of us are actually living their lives as they should,they could or even, how they wanted it to be lived.<br />Imagine yourself as a director of a movie.But instead of a movie, it is your life.<br />We insist to choose the wrong actors, cheap scenarios and we lip-synch our internal voice for the sound of something we didn't mean to say or be.<br />Recently I learned to simply say I love you more often.<br />Not that I would go around saying I love you's to the lady at the bus stop or to the nice boy collecting recycled bins.Just the fact of simply saying it,and more meaning it,to those you care and make a difference in your life.<br />Back to the guy who missed the chance to say what he wanted before leaving, it is like having that big golden chance to strike your fears and not doing it, the chance to laugh out loud and just sending out a yellow smile...<br />Sometimes we get so twirled by the routine that we don't take simply the time to appreciate the colours we have around us. <br />I live each day,being sure that I loved not how I should,but how I wanted,with all my heart from my playmobils to my dearest treasure in life, my two boys.<br />I can sound silly,but I want,each day,to sound like myself,the one who loved this much and is sure and glad,to be so loved.Alexanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368817184002551399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119436459343954264.post-75220875870848006282010-08-08T11:43:00.006-04:002010-08-08T12:03:08.701-04:00The Road Ahead<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCdjaeq4VZzollshvCO_BH4YAPPIdJSr2CDvXlCz9_uQ7pIrU1jp2Nr_lHa3Ku3aEwTVrpiNBlpNjulLrEUzPJ4mRCZbkjhwxv0YypoldrYERmf3TJ4H8c1B_lyZkGh2tMc_BX3eRikKV7/s1600/roadahead.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 217px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCdjaeq4VZzollshvCO_BH4YAPPIdJSr2CDvXlCz9_uQ7pIrU1jp2Nr_lHa3Ku3aEwTVrpiNBlpNjulLrEUzPJ4mRCZbkjhwxv0YypoldrYERmf3TJ4H8c1B_lyZkGh2tMc_BX3eRikKV7/s400/roadahead.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503065925050850978" /></a><br />Purpose...Looking for a purpose in life...They say it is the best way to find the right road ahead to follow.<br />The best road would be the one converging most of your passions.<br />In any road...I want not to be alone<br />I want to be able to laugh<br />I want to be able to be myself<br />I want to be a stretched hand to those in need<br />I want to look ahead with hope and confidence<br />Small steps, firm steps<br />Don't want to run<br />Don't want to jump obstacles<br />They say the way is not important, as far as you get there...<br />Different ways could drive you through different experiences and will absolutely make you and those around you, different persons<br />You should look at yourself and those you love at the end of these road<br />And tell yourself you like what you see<br />what you've made of your life<br />How you used your days, hours and breaths<br />How many times you were there<br />How many times you said 'no' to you heart<br />in name of whatever could be bigger or more important<br />Everything in life is earned<br />But you won't be remembered for the car, the house or the position you had<br />But for the love and the difference you made in the life of those whose love you earned<br />There is no wrong road in life to take<br />There are different ways<br />But there is only one YOU<br />Think about where the roads would take you<br />But never forget that looking back should always feel good<br />An empty life is a life of regrets<br />The worst regret is the one of denying life to yourself<br />Life for each of us is the simple translation of its purpose<br />Before looking ahead, look inside<br />The answer is there<br />The answer is simple<br />Absolutely no regrets....Alexanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368817184002551399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119436459343954264.post-15798884127761003992010-06-14T13:39:00.006-04:002010-06-14T14:11:32.330-04:00Language is a virus<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOsub4rKTl8e5OcEXk3sRmjxK2Vvgam5SJHj8zwNBQRk73rSbdj46OlyOzFx1OE9Rk3GkxPxL5QihhukO13MX_CZTbHhRccJrwHHVNEkzF5Kz6ynshZbC0OXOplFS4kT8pt6c1g_G8-qSU/s1600/words.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOsub4rKTl8e5OcEXk3sRmjxK2Vvgam5SJHj8zwNBQRk73rSbdj46OlyOzFx1OE9Rk3GkxPxL5QihhukO13MX_CZTbHhRccJrwHHVNEkzF5Kz6ynshZbC0OXOplFS4kT8pt6c1g_G8-qSU/s400/words.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482687977621254034" /></a><br />Les mots....les langues...c'est tellement intéressant de voir comment on peut avoir énormément des différentes façons de dire les choses, toujours les mêmes choses,mais en Français,en Anglais,ou n'importe comment,justement dire les choses...<br />It's quite a challenge to learn different languages and we seemed to be so fascinated in saying something and sounding different, intellectual or even involved in a cause.<br />I couldn't help but thinking that languages are just a way to express ideas in different cultures and backgrounds.So simple?Not really.<br />You have mind language, eye language and the so called body language,which is the one thru which lies are so transparent.<br />A simple look can tell more than a thousand words...<br />But your look,so revealing,has to be indeed revealed by an eye as catching as your look could attach.<br />So what's the point of speaking a language so difficult to be understood?<br />Well, so easy when it comes to different countries and people.<br />You know upfront you won't be understood when you speak French in Germany but what if you tell more without saying a word and people won't just get it?<br />Speak silently is for everybody but understanding it is not for any ordinary human being to command.<br />So just dance babe, and let your body shout it out!Alexanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368817184002551399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119436459343954264.post-62415254955591932762010-04-11T20:10:00.006-04:002010-04-11T20:20:42.594-04:00What matters<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ570vsMUHbC7HhQ_tabYyVlC39ycBeDTfhuTQywXqTn_zFuH7HtMY3y8vOXg-YaCee-4zCcsWJURliSpRy4K9sZMCzeKgEhtrJHsiyb0WhpkZRCuIBhstKz3DUmZ06N6OvZntNjhKp_nV/s1600/beard3"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ570vsMUHbC7HhQ_tabYyVlC39ycBeDTfhuTQywXqTn_zFuH7HtMY3y8vOXg-YaCee-4zCcsWJURliSpRy4K9sZMCzeKgEhtrJHsiyb0WhpkZRCuIBhstKz3DUmZ06N6OvZntNjhKp_nV/s400/beard3" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459037146741565250" /></a><br />I couldn't help but keep wondering what really matters these days...<br />Appearances...In a world where everything you buy is pretty fake and the so pursued standards are as fake as a retouched picture, appearances seem to be the driver of this existence.<br />Sad to see that we are obsessed for answers to questions which we really don't need answers to get along.<br />So,if that is true,what should drive us?<br />Expectations,ambitions or what?<br />You buy a magazine and the cover picture is retouched, you see your fave star on the street and realize the beauty was all a product of a well done make up.<br />The lights are not that bright anymore, the desillusion is showing up.Frustration invites you to a ride everyday.<br />I look outside the window, light up a cigarette and wonder:<br />You're just the smoke you blow...Alexanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368817184002551399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119436459343954264.post-5182310573181306972009-10-17T18:43:00.002-04:002009-10-17T18:45:45.901-04:00Forget and Forgive<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW8P8a1zhyVLOBV9tH9qYHRSPhFPimJrhs-cJwed7Sy_LEQmR6sHlTDLNd9n6lIpI9bQeinQqkFVV3gzUQK2rCCzPvd_6BxtfBJpCSacF6bcD3DgJ-i3xBCYdt096bjXh7Soju0zEhXRql/s1600-h/fgve.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW8P8a1zhyVLOBV9tH9qYHRSPhFPimJrhs-cJwed7Sy_LEQmR6sHlTDLNd9n6lIpI9bQeinQqkFVV3gzUQK2rCCzPvd_6BxtfBJpCSacF6bcD3DgJ-i3xBCYdt096bjXh7Soju0zEhXRql/s400/fgve.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393703586288214114" /></a><br />It is about time.<br />I wonder how many days and how much energy we spend on thoughts that won’t bring us absolutely anything good.<br />The heaviness of the mea-culpa that was not supposed to happen brings an eternal weight to our shoulders which we have no need to carry.<br />Life can be heavy, if we chose to carry the wrong backpack along the way.<br />All the hurt, all the bad memories and hard feelings, mistakes and wrong decisions cannot and should not be holding us back from being happy.<br />A chance to do it again is always there every morning for those who can afford the challenge.<br />Energy seems to run away from us when we seem to see more of our faults than our rights. We cannot be weak when life comes. Life is here. Life is present. Life won’t run away. Have a seat. Look life in the eyes and face it straight. <br />Start by looking at you in the mirror and really having the answer for the simplest questions.<br />What do I do from now?<br />What would I do from now?<br />What would I advise someone to do from now?<br />How do I see myself?<br />Just drop the others’ opinions.<br />Just drop the others’ judgments.<br />It hurts, I know, to forget what hurt so bad.<br />We have no option but to forgive.<br />Forgive everybody, forgive yourself.<br />Above all, do not forget what does hurt.<br />If you do, you may get hurt again.<br />Yes, it is possible to forgive, even if we don’t forget.Alexanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368817184002551399noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119436459343954264.post-67560465581260754452009-08-29T19:25:00.004-04:002009-10-12T14:30:43.546-04:00The Real You<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBp9pkMHZykUTiozeQW92VjghxIAvgGk2S3xxZyS73h5Q22zLoHuFnIeyNGNeK_FKyiZvAlMsyXQHpqL3kaGxatDLy_hbtnYVdTg5QloljwymqK8f8w46sPP8iSYabPgVSYAO0_Rk_jplp/s1600-h/fogged.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBp9pkMHZykUTiozeQW92VjghxIAvgGk2S3xxZyS73h5Q22zLoHuFnIeyNGNeK_FKyiZvAlMsyXQHpqL3kaGxatDLy_hbtnYVdTg5QloljwymqK8f8w46sPP8iSYabPgVSYAO0_Rk_jplp/s400/fogged.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375533884004987138" /></a><br />Impossible not to wonder how we can be blind sometimes....<br />First of all, let's stop the bullshit about happiness and accept life is a bitch..As I say, if life is a bitch,let's slut it up a little bit and have fun :)<br />Well, seriously, I think we spend so much energy searching for something that is not actually there to be searched. <br />The meaning of life, the purpose, the reason why...c'mon, we go crazy about it and miss up and mess up the whole thing.<br />Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans, as Lennon would say.<br />So if that's true, why wonder if you look nice, if that person is gonna call, if you please anyone, whatever...What matters is to look at the mirror in the morning and have the answer to the question: who the fuck are you?<br />Well,for some people is so disturbing to look at themselves in the mirror, they can't just do it.<br />Yep, it sound silly but try to do it.<br />It can be quite disturbing. Stare at you, try to see that child funny and happy.<br />Try to see what is behind that mask you wear everyday to many different people.<br />Don't miss the chance to reveal what is behind the fogged mirror....Alexanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368817184002551399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119436459343954264.post-77422885528425133642009-05-10T14:53:00.003-04:002009-05-10T14:58:20.074-04:00Oui,je la comprends c'est quoi etre un Papa<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh1ITPdHtlmVhBOKvjzQOzGC6B1jKclAqkkgL31JM9zO2uKWVUJV2gBK5hj0Lo_Fntq86Hr9fcI2bzR_wvca1UXpYHsOjIoBfKWvT7joIm8SC6gT9aym2RJElaAB0wZq6UaiAVXgcTQc1H/s1600-h/pere+et+fils.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh1ITPdHtlmVhBOKvjzQOzGC6B1jKclAqkkgL31JM9zO2uKWVUJV2gBK5hj0Lo_Fntq86Hr9fcI2bzR_wvca1UXpYHsOjIoBfKWvT7joIm8SC6gT9aym2RJElaAB0wZq6UaiAVXgcTQc1H/s400/pere+et+fils.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334270833309623730" /></a><br />Une chance que j't'ai<br />Je t'ai, tu m'as<br />Une chance qu'on s'a<br /><br />Quand tu m'appelles " mon p'tit loup "<br />Avec ta petite voix<br />Tu panses mes bleus<br />Tu tues tous mes papillons noirs<br /><br />Tu fais des boules de lumières<br />Avec tes p'tits doigts<br />Tu fous la trouille aux hiboux<br /><br />Une chance que j't'ai<br />Je t'ai, tu m'as<br />Une chance qu'on s'a<br /><br />J'suis pas très grand<br />Pas très fort<br />Mais que personne vienne<br />Te faire d'la peine<br />Sans d'abord me passer sur le corps<br /><br />Fie-toi sur moi<br />Mon bon chat<br />T'auras jamais peur<br />Tant que j'vivrai<br />Meme si je meurs<br /><br />Une chance que j't'ai<br />Je t'ai, tu m'as<br />Une chance qu'on s'a<br /><br />Le paradis c'est ici<br />Y a pas d'autres vies<br />J'te donne la mienne<br />Parce que je t'aime à l'infini<br /><br />Une chance que j't'ai<br />Je t'ai, tu m'as<br />Une chance qu'on s'a<br /><br />J'ferais tous les planétariums<br />Je t'ai tu m'as<br />Chercher dans toutes les galaxies<br />Une chance qu'on s'a<br /><br />Une chance qu'on s'aime<br /><br />Je t'aime Papa, tu nous manques...<br />Un jour on va jouer encore ensemble :)Alexanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368817184002551399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119436459343954264.post-10458284272563552042009-03-12T18:58:00.004-04:002009-03-12T19:18:52.700-04:00Choices<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFiAYTzWawk8RjTQlIh9wgZRbz2vxSxrUbCpVPzqHMG7CBdcrVgFREX2lcg07s3I6vM-FopkAynrbFDPe413OpcGn1GyqjJpNidGSy19PQmGzd_oIqQUl8-5v83DVbc88cPBGcI6QCZG4S/s1600-h/Crossroad.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFiAYTzWawk8RjTQlIh9wgZRbz2vxSxrUbCpVPzqHMG7CBdcrVgFREX2lcg07s3I6vM-FopkAynrbFDPe413OpcGn1GyqjJpNidGSy19PQmGzd_oIqQUl8-5v83DVbc88cPBGcI6QCZG4S/s400/Crossroad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312441316446789154" /></a><br />Looking at ordinary people passing by, it is difficult not to wonder: How many chances, how many crossroads, how many choices....<br />In the corner of a wagon, with his iPod, you can see that guy with that empty look in his face or the lady reading a book smiling now and then.<br />Impossible not to wonder how many crossroads we have in life.<br />Some say life is about choices.<br />But what if we've made the wrong ones?<br />Is there really a second chance to take it back to the right track?<br />Some people say you can as long as you don't pass the point of no return.<br />I guess all the crossroads are there to make us move ahead, but if that's true, why we tend to look back while hesitating in taking steps forward?<br />Insisting in any direction can bring you back to the starting point. Try to turn right 3 times....You will end up there,exactly where you started, sooner or later.<br />Why trying to find the right track can be so trick to bring you to a place you don't want to be?<br />I seriously think we make our own way, sometimes we create the crossroads, because if we don't, life would be a straight line down to some place that has nothing to offer.<br />Crossroads make life more exciting, more risky, but every crossroad, when not well understood can easily drive us far away from where we belong.Drop your bags, stop the journey and grab a map. Trust your choices. Open your heart. It will certainly show you the way out.Alexanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368817184002551399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119436459343954264.post-78045266335919515992009-02-21T17:28:00.004-05:002009-02-21T19:18:33.406-05:00Art in Life<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbU1VWR20uXDg7aJwy-TKW_Y1lx-QqlgnwvFIaP75IpP16T_hJVKoWbuQBE90-zpjebrKGB720EAsE-N7-5TSLBoAwDGFhF4W3LHchLo-i-DncpLRc0_T4IGGh4il1OT2-_dzFz2RDWMR4/s1600-h/artinlife.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbU1VWR20uXDg7aJwy-TKW_Y1lx-QqlgnwvFIaP75IpP16T_hJVKoWbuQBE90-zpjebrKGB720EAsE-N7-5TSLBoAwDGFhF4W3LHchLo-i-DncpLRc0_T4IGGh4il1OT2-_dzFz2RDWMR4/s400/artinlife.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305381895386367314" /></a><br />Yesterday at the metro station in downtown Montreal I was just looking around and for the first time noting the beauty of what was around me, routinely unnoticed...<br />How many things we overlook in life, how many things we rush for no reason?<br />I have to rush to take the metro, I rush to wake up, I rush to take my shower, I rush to every single numb aspect of my routine....<br />The same routine which blinds us for the art in all corners of our lives.<br />Today I chose to take my time, to see this art and admire the life I have in all its beauty.Alexanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368817184002551399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119436459343954264.post-11783403419064695382009-02-09T19:15:00.004-05:002009-02-09T19:33:13.709-05:00Lemme get that!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilVkbpMdu9JRFtY2bMW4zz9EQYGI-SlYEM97RxYl612imNHqMJ23H7nzS7GMHZzjJ8YsfT_pLH6FlJES0led0YUpH3ajyJOKbSZbd4aXOzz9Gogu-D56auPZbDdyhXresm4Gsx8eESMpRL/s1600-h/laugh.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilVkbpMdu9JRFtY2bMW4zz9EQYGI-SlYEM97RxYl612imNHqMJ23H7nzS7GMHZzjJ8YsfT_pLH6FlJES0led0YUpH3ajyJOKbSZbd4aXOzz9Gogu-D56auPZbDdyhXresm4Gsx8eESMpRL/s400/laugh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300960244641587122" /></a><br />'I got a house, but I need new furniture, <br />Why spend mine when I could spend yours?'Alexanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368817184002551399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119436459343954264.post-85047542535314914002009-02-08T22:16:00.001-05:002009-02-08T22:16:22.981-05:00LuckyLucky<br /><br />Lucky to be your son<br />Lucky to be your father<br />Lucky to be your lover<br />Lucky to be your dream<br />Lucky to be your troubles<br />Lucky to be your safe harbor<br /><br />Lucky to see your eyes<br />Lucky to see the smiles I love<br />Lucky to see my hands can reach you<br />Lucky to see when you cannot be trusted<br /><br />Lucky that you dreamed of me<br />Lucky that you wish me well<br />Lucky that you are not around anymore<br /><br />Lucky for being so crazy<br />Lucky for being so instable<br />Lucky for being so lost<br />At the right place<br />Lucky for being so humanAlexanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368817184002551399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119436459343954264.post-19888346715573258442009-02-08T22:15:00.001-05:002009-02-08T22:15:43.097-05:00Quand la passion est partieLater that night I couldn’t help but thinking: How sad it is when the passion is gone.<br />Passion should be around in all aspects of our lives.<br />We can be passionate professionals, passionate husbands, passionate brothers, but in all we do if passion is not there, things can look overwhelming sometimes.<br /><br />In a relationship, in your work, in your house, we have to cherish for all passion to survive. We have to nurture passion and our ability to wake up and shout to the world how passionate you are.<br /><br />But then, what about those mornings when passion is simply not there anymore?<br /><br />How to get passion to stay and stick around forever?<br /><br />Well, passion is mostly a big cake where our beliefs are the cherry on top of it.<br />A cake can blow up in your face with no cherry on top at any moment, mainly when we feel insecure about our ability to find cherries.<br /><br />Actually, the cherries are always there, we just can’t see them from time to time.<br /><br />I recall relationships and jobs where I saw passion dying slowly.<br />It is a painful process but we pretend it is not happening, for doing this the pain would seem to be less than it actually is.<br /><br />In the end, what triggers our passion is our hope to achieve something and our belief that that achievement is at our reach.<br /><br />If you stop believing, passion dies.<br />I confess it is hard to believe sometimes in things, but maybe passion is there just as a cloud to prevent us from seeing the real picture.<br /><br />Well, if that’s it, I prefer living a blurry passionate life than an HD one.<br />Through away your blue-rays of reality and stock up your life with a pile of good VHS dreams.<br /><br />If we stop taping it, would we care to recall for our lost passions?Alexanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368817184002551399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119436459343954264.post-53311841582176314312009-01-01T19:47:00.007-05:002009-01-01T20:00:46.225-05:00Faire du velo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQyCY5NUSrj4NFKTV3uvGq8QGmkPyX1enYmGTbyIAK86dFkEtnkrPC5_rPBIEapBGpT1B0-sO0a5lH2Cj5Fg5J07Intjg2ec7To5TCV5SUSTORJqUO7OgE0lvcgNsXq1xQv_FOrYGWcLTg/s1600-h/biking.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQyCY5NUSrj4NFKTV3uvGq8QGmkPyX1enYmGTbyIAK86dFkEtnkrPC5_rPBIEapBGpT1B0-sO0a5lH2Cj5Fg5J07Intjg2ec7To5TCV5SUSTORJqUO7OgE0lvcgNsXq1xQv_FOrYGWcLTg/s400/biking.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286494383226427634" /></a>Last night, just before New Year's first hours, I couldn't help but thinking about how we ride life, we don't live it, we just ride it. <br />Months ago I bought a new bike and as I am no expert on bikes, I bought the one that could just allow me to have a pleasant ride once in a while.<br />I heard the sales man telling me about how good the bike was, its parts, and etc. All I could see was the ride.No attention for how this ride could be improved or how it could amaze me by the bike's technical qualities.<br />We do the same in life. The ride is all that matters.<br />It doesn't matter how complicated we find life, how many roadblocks we choose to go thru, how many bumps in the road, we just look ahead, with a clingy anxiety to enjoy the ride ahead.Alexanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368817184002551399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119436459343954264.post-48719332161313856302009-01-01T19:42:00.002-05:002009-01-01T19:43:53.956-05:00Lies<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRaQ2zB-1qRJWFKNbRKkG8JuWXtKWLdDIWpPJ5XGaTnZjYsQGBZ6bcaE6g9KYXeJDZKP63yAdW6SSit7F_SWUA9rK692EBRN34fIZA25Mt1XPPgRGLx6Amt8tnQXLp8pgZKzwtFgISli0Y/s1600-h/lies.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRaQ2zB-1qRJWFKNbRKkG8JuWXtKWLdDIWpPJ5XGaTnZjYsQGBZ6bcaE6g9KYXeJDZKP63yAdW6SSit7F_SWUA9rK692EBRN34fIZA25Mt1XPPgRGLx6Amt8tnQXLp8pgZKzwtFgISli0Y/s400/lies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286490591234046898" /></a>Each new morning brings with it a new set of lies – little white lies, told not to hurt but to make life more pleasant. They tell these lies to protect themselves and their reputation. Of course, every now and then, someone finally decides to tell the truth. The worst lies are the ones we tell ourselves before we go to sleep. We whisper them in the dark telling ourselves we’re happy, or that we can change, or that other people will change their mind. We persuade ourselves we can live with our sins. Yes, each night before we fall asleep we lie to ourselves in a desperate, desperate hope that come morning, it will all come true.Alexanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368817184002551399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119436459343954264.post-32124982038546971432008-12-31T17:53:00.004-05:002008-12-31T18:02:04.347-05:00For the New Year to be new<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJIJX_c-ukk1iweTljeoJ2MoVPgizsRA-KsmxKHFxgNU14wP484PNItKfv2mir8jFteBv24kVjORr6O99wGjunoEOgN06WC0GDRgNkoTnDK-FEUt58jIlLBYGuPmQieGK9M0ih2xIwIgde/s1600-h/NewYear.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJIJX_c-ukk1iweTljeoJ2MoVPgizsRA-KsmxKHFxgNU14wP484PNItKfv2mir8jFteBv24kVjORr6O99wGjunoEOgN06WC0GDRgNkoTnDK-FEUt58jIlLBYGuPmQieGK9M0ih2xIwIgde/s400/NewYear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286093040700477714" /></a>Nothing is forever. The time will come when we must say goodbye to the world we knew, goodbye to everything we had taken for granted, goodbye to those we thought would never abandon us. And when these changes finally do occur, when the familiar has departed and the unfamiliar has taken its place. All any of us can really do is to say hello and welcome.<br />Happy New Year!Alexanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368817184002551399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119436459343954264.post-67583851247637759552008-12-20T21:20:00.006-05:002008-12-20T21:27:00.827-05:00Message<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM5FkNzESswyo40JOTNmnhDwtTcxNbg_5tJ5xEg4J0IBqPqMe_3y5M-fS_pibB23KkHl1DGnJjRMYrINl9u5cjAfzzu0Qb2wiXPrng3w-KqBnFmkzp5QfH55VpGdw8ejmkppNoUJP4MiyT/s1600-h/message.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM5FkNzESswyo40JOTNmnhDwtTcxNbg_5tJ5xEg4J0IBqPqMe_3y5M-fS_pibB23KkHl1DGnJjRMYrINl9u5cjAfzzu0Qb2wiXPrng3w-KqBnFmkzp5QfH55VpGdw8ejmkppNoUJP4MiyT/s400/message.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282064125895033762" /></a><br />Despite the fact that there are over two million people on the island of Montreal, there are times you still feel shipwrecked and alone. Times even the most resourceful survivor would feel the need to put a message in a bottle, or on an answering machine.Alexanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368817184002551399noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119436459343954264.post-85026900367306443492008-12-13T01:24:00.000-05:002008-12-13T01:26:03.274-05:00Sins and DoubtsThere is a widely read book that tells us everyone is a sinner. Of course, not everyone feels guilt over the bad things they do. In contrast, there are those who assume more than their share of the blame. There are others who soothe their consciences with small acts of kindness... or by telling themselves their sins are justified. Finally, there are the ones who simply vow to do better next time, and pray for forgiveness. Sometimes, their prayers are answered.<br />The trick is to keep moving forward, to let go of the fear and the regret that slow us down and keep us from enjoying a journey that will be over too soon. Yes, there will be unexpected bends in the road, shocking suprises we didn't see coming... but that's really the point, don't you think?Alexanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368817184002551399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119436459343954264.post-3984431500618655392008-12-13T01:15:00.003-05:002008-12-13T01:19:48.843-05:00Trust<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhakaqs2DKs4q7Ik6TRvEqrppCGBWTpfMcat2siR9ZsxJcPRr49B0lB2Lq8ab0DS1kkXmLF3gidBhddP7934GIXDb0LPwmOUPOLhCNYX0mx3Qg7VMGe7UJ2vV3vJKdtJr_9kNfsVSp9LN8a/s1600-h/trust.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhakaqs2DKs4q7Ik6TRvEqrppCGBWTpfMcat2siR9ZsxJcPRr49B0lB2Lq8ab0DS1kkXmLF3gidBhddP7934GIXDb0LPwmOUPOLhCNYX0mx3Qg7VMGe7UJ2vV3vJKdtJr_9kNfsVSp9LN8a/s320/trust.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279154572352315938" /></a><br />It's not enough to want to the truth. You must know where to look for it. And the truth is elusive, because it knows where to hide.<br />Once trust is lost, it can be impossible to recover. Of course the truth is: we never know who we can trust. Those we're closest to can betray us, and total strangers can come to our rescue. In the end, most people decide to trust only themselves. It really is the simplest way to keep from getting burned.I chose not to do it.I choose to keep searching for it, in every person I meet, in every morning, from the moment I leave the trusting comfort of my bed.Alexanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368817184002551399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119436459343954264.post-54066634634286049302008-12-08T22:45:00.009-05:002008-12-08T23:10:11.362-05:00Comment je pourrais te dire?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7rnp_lJHpERojM0apSUYzNNZrAWx25tyev7c87SoA4Z9Sk_LIvtjtLXDQJDfaJa_7ORqTKhL8NvldqUJw1WauDu9sT1S646wF21xkDC3ZKXh3P5JbNxNE13iCwiMM20x8bs6FB0FJdEQp/s1600-h/tea.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7rnp_lJHpERojM0apSUYzNNZrAWx25tyev7c87SoA4Z9Sk_LIvtjtLXDQJDfaJa_7ORqTKhL8NvldqUJw1WauDu9sT1S646wF21xkDC3ZKXh3P5JbNxNE13iCwiMM20x8bs6FB0FJdEQp/s320/tea.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277636605966533554" /></a>It sounds the title of a song,but it is much more than that.<br />Felt like I could never stop looking back, but when you wonder why you look back it is easier to look forward.It is a just a matter of finding the answers.<br />Silly enough to understand why people keep dragging you into experiences that look like an endless loop.This won't make your life easier, just makes you feel like you are in a rollercoaster.<br />But what is stability?<br />Nothing is stable in life.Even life is not there to be taken for granted.<br />A way to look forward when your past is so present?<br />There is no past here, we tend to look back and forget why what is in the past is there and should be kept there.<br />We have all opportunities, every single day, to make it different.<br />We choose the same seats in the coffee shop,we watch the same shows,we order the same meals...<br />Well,that's it,looking at this delicious cup of iced tea I say goodbye to "black,two sugars" and breathe deeply to the future I want.Alexanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368817184002551399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119436459343954264.post-51400412422031984752008-06-22T18:03:00.006-04:002008-06-22T18:41:26.120-04:00Pour le Lac St-Jean, je dis OUI<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMcqzolQWZddxWaY0WdCaLUrrcyyjOe-5zjqJWQ4wCJyRGgPwahM6YeMUormLCtT8rsNsHkvMCDOLU8lHt7rGwDbull6kAUYc3kk-SsU0zx6V5CLK6hVjXoNEtDgSuWu1ujzJrfqZq9wrf/s1600-h/lac.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMcqzolQWZddxWaY0WdCaLUrrcyyjOe-5zjqJWQ4wCJyRGgPwahM6YeMUormLCtT8rsNsHkvMCDOLU8lHt7rGwDbull6kAUYc3kk-SsU0zx6V5CLK6hVjXoNEtDgSuWu1ujzJrfqZq9wrf/s400/lac.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214830088377775042" /></a><br />Quand je suis arrivé au Québec j'avais de la misere a comprendre pourquoi les quebecois ont cette immense envie de profiter de la vie, des plus differentes façons possibles.<br />Peu a peu les gens d'ici,les choses d'ici et principalement la vie heureuse qui se devoile pour moi me montre tout simplement comment profiter de la vie et comment apprecier vraiment ce qui doit etre apprecié.<br />J'ai passé trop de temps de ma vie avec des choix qui etaient mauvais pour moi, mais en meme temps j'ai passé assez de temps a faire des choses qui, la, peuvent me montrer l'autre cote de la vie que j'etais incapable de voir aupauravant.<br />Ici j'ai appris a dire oui.<br />Avant ça, il fallait apprendre a dire non.<br />A dire non au amis qui sont pas des vrais amis.<br />A dire non a ceux qui te disent des conneries.<br />A reconnaitre ces conneries,surtout.<br />A dire non aux gens qui me font mal.<br />A pardonner ceux qui savent pas ce qu'ils font, mais qui croient vraiment qu'ils sont les gardiens de la verité.<br />Je me trompe?Oui,de fois,oui,je suis humain, caline...mais je suis fier, fier de moi et fier de savoir que, meme ceux qui m'aiment pas, savent qui je suis.<br />Je vais faire un tour a travers mon Québec la semaine prochaine.<br />C'est ma façon de dire 'merci' au Québec. Merci pour me faire etre la personne que je suis aujourd'hui.<br />Merci pour envoyer des anges qui sont toujours avec moi.<br />Des anges qui sont dans mes reves, ou a mes cotes.<br />C'est avec un de ces anges que mon voyage se passera.<br />Pour les anges, pour le ciel, pour la vie heureuse, je dis OUI.Alexanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368817184002551399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119436459343954264.post-40110432239654449422008-06-19T23:17:00.004-04:002008-06-19T23:33:34.462-04:00Realizing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi68u6BsYe8RvD4Z60cqJm0MyUJjgm8AEDCwmmBkWhq4u_zGiO7CPXiZ3cKVhZEpYN70_k6c4kKObWXOr2JfN74RlGSLskcYHFTHJayXWA8C97NJQKSCtnuMqsNvJYXjIJdpNGxWwD6TmXE/s1600-h/tylenol2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi68u6BsYe8RvD4Z60cqJm0MyUJjgm8AEDCwmmBkWhq4u_zGiO7CPXiZ3cKVhZEpYN70_k6c4kKObWXOr2JfN74RlGSLskcYHFTHJayXWA8C97NJQKSCtnuMqsNvJYXjIJdpNGxWwD6TmXE/s400/tylenol2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213801664382400130" /></a><br />Maybe mistakes are what make our fate... without them what would shape our lives? Maybe if we had never veered off course we wouldn't fall in love, have babies, or be who we are. After all, things change, so do cities, people come into your life and they go. But it's comforting to know that the ones you love are always in your heart... and if you're very lucky, a plane ride away.<br />When you miss a target you may feel like you failed but how many times we hit the bull's eye and do not even realize it?<br />All it takes is a Tylenol....Alexanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368817184002551399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119436459343954264.post-29418628388106763902008-04-13T18:13:00.007-04:002008-04-13T18:33:09.039-04:00Mon enfance<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNDRsbYT8pf3iSfBryXbj_Ak6m7OgYffDGXCd7jNw08qXq6BtK8WMUEJ_pKHoWO1sProW0DE2U8tIfLTwJJBRbdSvjx1IyRAWyOeYf6cKcY4U7eDqwyQN10iS5rF4a_jJKA-CqeARZgrkP/s1600-h/Moi+meme.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNDRsbYT8pf3iSfBryXbj_Ak6m7OgYffDGXCd7jNw08qXq6BtK8WMUEJ_pKHoWO1sProW0DE2U8tIfLTwJJBRbdSvjx1IyRAWyOeYf6cKcY4U7eDqwyQN10iS5rF4a_jJKA-CqeARZgrkP/s400/Moi+meme.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188857253242105250" /></a><br />J'ai eu tort, je suis revenu<br />dans cette ville loin perdu<br />ou j'avais passe mon enfance.<br />J'ai eu tort, j'ai voulu revoir<br />le coteau ou glissaient le soir<br />bleus et gris ombres de silence.<br />Et je retrouvais comme avant,<br />longtemps apres,<br />le coteau, l'arbre se dressant,<br />comme au passé.<br />J'ai marche les tempes brulantes,<br />croyant etouffer sous mes pas.<br />Les voies du passé qui nous hantent<br />et reviennent sonner le glas.<br />Et je me suis couché sous l'arbre<br />et c'etaient les memes odeurs.<br />Et j'ai laissé couler mes pleurs,<br />mes pleurs.<br />J'ai mis mon dos nu a l'ecorce,<br />l'arbre m'a redonné des forces<br />tout comme au temps de mon enfance,<br />mais ici avec toi au Parc LaFontaine.<br />Et longtemps j'ai fermé les yeux,<br />je crois que j'ai prie un peu,<br />je retrouvais mon innocence.<br />Avant que le soir ne se pose<br />j'ai voulu voir<br />les maisons fleuries sous les roses,<br />j'ai voulu voir<br />le jardin ou nos cris d'enfants<br />jaillissaient comme source claire.<br />Paula, Claudia, et puis mes parents <br />tout redevenait comme hier <br />moi et mes amis a la plage<br />le parfum lourd des sauges rouges,<br />les dahlias fauves dans l'allée,<br />le puits, tout, j'ai tout retrouvé.<br />Helas<br />La guerre nous avait jetés la,<br />d'autres furent moins heureux, je crois,<br />au temps joli de leur enfance.<br />La guerre nous avait jetés la,<br />nous vivions comme hors la loi.<br />Et j'aimais cela. Quand j'y pense<br />ou mes printemps, ou mes soleils,<br />ou mes folles années perdues,<br />ou mes quinze ans, ou mes merveilles -<br />que j'ai mal d'etre revenu -<br />ou les noix fraiches de septembre<br />et l'odeur des mures ecrasées,<br />c'est fou, tout, j'ai tout retrouvé.<br />Helas<br />Il ne faut jamais oublier notre enfance.<br />Car parmi tous les souvenirs<br />ceux de l'enfance sont les plus beaux,<br />ceux de l'enfance nous rassurent.<br />Il faut jamais laisser mourrir l'enfant<br />qui habite dans notre ame.<br />Oh mon tres cheri,t'sais que tu es ma famille ici<br />Oh ma mere,<br />ou etes-vous donc aujourd'hui?<br />Vous dormez au chaud de la terre.<br />Et moi je suis venu ici<br />pour y retrouver votre rire,<br />vos coleres et votre jeunesse.<br />Et je suis pas encore seul avec ma detresse,<br />celle qui me derange pas encore,<br />quend je suis a cote de toi.<br />Helas<br />Pourquoi suis-je donc revenu<br />et au detour de ces rues?<br />J'avais froid, j'avais peur, le soir se pencheait.<br />Mais avec toi, j'ai retrouvé ma paix, et je suis toujours <br />capable d'aprecier les souvenirs <br />les plus beaux souvenirs<br />de mon enfance,<br />sans me sentir<br />comme un playmobil...<br />:)Alexanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368817184002551399noreply@blogger.com0