Sunday, 31 October 2010

Washington's blog: a different voice on economy

A sensible blog i discovered on the subject of economy. sensible, why? first time, it s relating the subject back before 1776, and well it is giving interesting points of views around different subject:

Debt contracted by one will outgrow the growth of one economy:
http://georgewashington2.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html

Debt repudiation, a bad idea or do we have another exit from the mechanism we are deeply involved in? :
http://www.washingtonsblog.com/2010/04/is-it-time-for-debt-jubilee.html

Banks could, and are to some extent ruling the world more than any specific country:
http://georgewashington2.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-we-broke-up-standard-oil-we-can.html

It might be too much far fetched in the long term, but i cannot refrain seeing some truth in all that.

Wednesday, 27 October 2010

Approach with rush, a story of framing – Fact: The current strikes in France


Approach with rush, a story of framing – Fact: The current strikes in France

Communication is midly rational and utterly emotional, a transition that came with the global connection. After a week off, Edward came back to class, looking to enhance his communication potential, the major help in articulating a given strategy involving the required stakeholders along.

So why utterly emotional? Because any words coming out are so widely repercuted all around. Because perceptions are changing from one to the others. Because we evolve in the same era but in different environment.

In any topics, and the agenda is full these days, the press advertises the facts with one framing. One frame that change from one to the other, and here comes an uncontrollable word of mouth. Where single ones will have to go over different reactions to reach a constructive discussion. We are not free to ignore, we are not free to attack, and gosh no, we are not forced to defend, we are not forced to react. And with the multiplication of medias sources having been demultiplied the channels of communication, we are willing to avoid. Forced to avoid? No.

I only remember one thing when I do participate to a discussion, online, offline. I listen to the others, I make my first key points clear to build on, and most of all, I am doing my best to understand the context around.
Everything is an iceberg. The Press says the top, I don’t believe the polls are showing the hidden parts, as I would have to have more information on how they have sampled the population. Topic: Strikes in France. Let’s take an example, a fact in fact:

I watched a TV show on internet as freely available. For the French speaking people, look at Blako’s news number II (source: Salut les Terriens – Min 16.16 - http://www.canalplus.fr/c-divertissement/pid3350-c-salut-les-terriens.html?progid=382630.

Further in the interview, Syndicalists reiterate our old daemon of an old may 68 carried out in a total other context (for information, one useful book I read was: the end of madness by Jorge Volpi) and yet, well, yes I am getting somewhat disturbed when the young population, in France, and in other countries for sure, are taking part to the strike on a subject not to say in your scope. Well, it shows France still has the beautiful thing 
about getting people together, which is the only good point I see : ).

You would be 5-10 years from retirement, I would understand fighting for a slow build up of the law, but hey, guys, students, you at 22, 23. Big news, yes, we will have to work till 68 if not 70. France is going over 200000 persons above 100 years old. They are our parents. With the system currently in place, system I agree upon, I am happy to participate to their pensions. But you, down the street, students from everywhere, I did agree about some previous of your strikes, the young contract, the over extension of contract for limited durations, but here, find a work first, look around and see how difficult it is.

From top of head, and a useful blog insight on the same trend (in French):
http://pasidupes.blogspot.com/2010/10/retraites-comparatif-france-allemagne.html
Spain: age of retirement 65
UK: age of retirement 65, 66 in 2020, 68 in 2046
Germany: age of retirement 63 now, 67 in 2029

So, the only thing you are creating now is that you are destroying the reputation of young movements in the future. Nobody will listen, again.

So frame yourself. What are you searching a job? Or a retirement life? And after feel free to ignore, free to attack, to avoid or to react. Communication is a mix of these but is further srenghtened when sticking to one truly till no longer possibly sustainable. Reacting is not a solution, constructing is. Remember your philosophy courses, and put in prospective please.

We know we are existing, we know our parents help us doing so. Time to talk useful. Anyway, the law gonna passed, because we are not in May, we are not in 68 and most of all, because we don’t have any proper alternatives. It's time to stop being pessimistic, and start to believe in our future, time to see where we are needed and what we should support. Time to build on again our reputation.

Les sondages, on leur fait dire n'importe quoi, mais bon soyons optimiste, nous avons la force et les moyens d'affronter le futur avec réussite:
http://www.google.com/reader/view/user/-/state/com.google/reading-list#search/france%20optimiste/5

Camino de Santiago

Camino de Santiago - Chemin en Santiags - ah bah non


Un kilomètre à pied, ça use, ça use,

Minuit Trente, départ de la station de bus, Le soleil nous a déjà dit au revoir, l’inconfort nous souhaite la bienvenue, une introduction idoine a un voyage unique.

Un kilomètre à pied, ça use les souliers



Deux kilomètres à pied, ça use, ça use,

Premier acte, découverte de l’étendue qui s’ouvre devant nous.

Temps magnifique, chemin forestier.

Deux kilomètres à pied, ça use les souliers

 

Trois kilomètres à pied, ça use, ça use,

Et on rejoint le macadam, les routes goudronnées sur des distances que je ne concevais pas de prendre à pied.

Trois kilomètres à pied, ça use les souliers

Quatre kilomètres à pied, ça use, ça use,

Le sac bien harnaché, le décor qui bouge lentement et surement, oui aux alentours de quatre kilomètre à l’heure.

Quatre kilomètres à pied, ça use les souliers

 

Dix kilomètres à pied, ça use, ça use,

Un premier village, les premières douleurs qui se ressentent, non pas dans la montée, dans les descentes principalement. Les efforts se sentent dans le groupe.

Dix kilomètres à pied, ça use les souliers

 

Vingt-cinq kilomètres à pied, ça use, ça use,

Nous avons passe les éoliennes qui apparaissaient au loin de Ribadeo, elles sont à cote de nous. On se retrouve dans un premier refuge, on se mêle aux différents groupes, on partage nos expériences, et on se repose. Repos.

Vingt-cinq kilomètres à pied, ça use les souliers

 

Trente-Cinq kilomètres à pied, ça use, ça use,

Le lendemain la même chanson se répète, les décors ouvrent la voie, petit a petit on sent peu a peu que oui c’est une épreuve, et que cette épreuve se vaut. LE valons-nous ?

Trente-Cinq kilomètres à pied, ça use les souliers

 

Quarante deux kilomètres à pied, ça use, ça use,

On rejoint Baamonte, de Gondan, le tout a pied. Quarante kilomètres, onze heures de marche, quelques pauses et on ne voit que peu de pèlerins en cette période d’Octobre. La chanson Sur la route de Raphael me revient en tète. Sur la route, oui, Comment ? Différemment, à pied.

Quarante deux kilomètres à pied, ça use les souliers

 

Vingt trois kilomètres à pied, ça use, ça use,

Voila, on paie le prix, la préparation que l’on n’a pas fait, je paie le prix, la préparation que je n’ai pas effectué.  Donc c’est le cadeau d’un raccourci, le temps de rejoindre Sobrado Dos Moxes. Se pousser dans les limites, oui je l’ai vu, je l’ai ressenti, je le ressens encore, cette petite boule au tibia me le rappelle encore. A Sobrado, nous profitons du refuge dans un monastère, un moine nous accueille et nous découvrons une ville splendide, ville oui, au moins 2000 habitants dirais-je. Les photographies parlent mieux que les écrits.

Vingt Trois kilomètres à pied, ça use les souliers

Vingt quatre kilomètres à pied, ça use, ça use,

Le lendemain, le temps de rejoindre Arzua, de reprendre en chemin les gens du voyage qui ont repris des forces et se sentent la force de continuer. On y arrive en début d’après-midi, on y mange bien, le groupe initial reprend sa forme finale. Une pulperia nous offre des saveurs en s’alliant à un délicieux vin blanc galicien et un cidre doucement léger et tendre a la fois. Allez un peu de viande, on ne sait pas a quoi nous serons manger demain,

Vingt quatre kilomètres à pied, ça use les souliers

 

Trente kilomètres à pied, ça use, ça use,

Nous pensions nous arrêter a cote de l’édifice de Monte De Gozo, L’ivresse prend de force le groupe et a six kilomètres de Santiago, on sent cette ivresse non-alcoolique nous remplir d’entrain pour arriver enfin a notre destination. Le temps se couvre, nous sommes en Galice, et la Galice nous a déjà fait un beau cadeau en nous offrant ce ciel bleu mirifique.
Vers les coups de huit heures, nous arrivons devant la cathédrale, et nous nous allongeons sur la place, pour l’apprécier, pour se reposer, pour respirer et pour comprendre ce que l’on a fait

Oui, ce fut un Quarante et un kilomètres à pied, ça use les souliers

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Le lendemain, nous ne comptons plus les kilomètres, nous ne comptons plus ces chaussures jetées a la poubelle, nous recevons notre compostellanae, un diplôme dument mérité. Surpris, je ne comptais vraiment pas jouer a ce jeu, mais timbré par la marche, au rythme des tampons qui s’impriment sur nos credentials, on se dit oui, je le veux, je le vaux, je suis heureux de recevoir cette gratification.
Nous assistons a la messe, debout, au milieu des pèlerins, nous sommes tous venus pour différentes raisons, nous sommes tous venus pour cette cérémonie de l’arrivée, et entre latin, espagnol, français, anglais, et allemand, cette oraison nous fait chaud au cœur.
Pour finir, ce n’est que le commencement. Un voyage, des douleurs, des couleurs, des plaisirs, un plaisir. Un cadeau unique, le cadeau de mes trente ans.

Florentirum

Merci de cette superbe expérience, je laisse le mot de la fin au suivant suivant

A philosph knows when to wonder, and when not to wonder.
Ithaca/Ithaque
English
When you set out on your journey to Ithaca,
pray that the road is long,
full of adventure, full of knowledge.
The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
the angry Poseidon -- do not fear them:
You will never find such as these on your path,
if your thoughts remain lofty, if a fine
emotion touches your spirit and your body.
The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
the fierce Poseidon you will never encounter,
if you do not carry them within your soul,
if your soul does not set them up before you.

Pray that the road is long.
That the summer mornings are many, when,
with such pleasure, with such joy
you will enter ports seen for the first time;
stop at Phoenician markets,
and purchase fine merchandise,
mother-of-pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
and sensual perfumes of all kinds,
as many sensual perfumes as you can;
visit many Egyptian cities,
to learn and learn from scholars.

Always keep Ithaca in your mind.
To arrive there is your ultimate goal.
But do not hurry the voyage at all.
It is better to let it last for many years;
and to anchor at the island when you are old,
rich with all you have gained on the way,
not expecting that Ithaca will offer you riches.

Ithaca has given you the beautiful voyage.
Without her you would have never set out on the road.
She has nothing more to give you.

And if you find her poor, Ithaca has not deceived you.
Wise as you have become, with so much experience,
you must already have understood what Ithacas mean.

Español
Un filosofo sabe cuando preguntar, cuando no preguntar:

Cuando emprendas tu viaje a Itaca
pide que el camino sea largo,
lleno de aventuras, lleno de experiencias.
Que sean muchas las mañanas de verano en que llegues 
a puertos antes nunca vistos.                                          
Ten siempre a Itaca en tu pensamiento.
Tu llegada allí es tu destino.
Mas no apresures nunca el viaje.
mejor que dure muchos años
y atracar, viejo ya, en la isla,
enriquecido de cuanto ganaste en el camino
sin aguardar a que Itaca te enriquezca.

Itaca te brindó tan hermoso viaje.
Sin ella no habrías emprendido el camino.
Y así, sabio como te has vuelto, con tanta experiencia,
entenderás ya qué significan las Itacas.
Kavafis

Français
Un philosophe sait quand poser des questions et reconnait quand il ne faut pas s’en poser
Quand tu prendras le chemin vers Ithaque 
Souhaite que dure le voyage, 
Qu'il soit plein d'aventures et plein d'enseignements. 
Les Lestrygons et les Cyclopes,
Les fureurs de Poséidon, ne les redoute pas. 
Tu ne les trouveras pas sur ton trajet 
Si ta pensée demeure sereine, si seuls de purs
Émois effleurent ton âme et ton corps. 
Les Lestrygons et les Cyclopes, 
Les violences de Poséidon, tu ne les verras pas
A moins de les receler en toi-même
Ou à moins que ton âme ne les dresse devant toi.
Souhaite que dure le voyage. 
Que nombreux soient les matins d'été où 
Avec quelle ferveur et quelle délectation
Tu aborderas à des ports inconnus ! 
Arrête-toi aux comptoirs phéniciens
Acquiers-y de belles marchandises 
Nacres, coraux, ambres et ébènes
Et toutes sortes d'entêtants parfums
- Le plus possible d'entêtants parfums,
Visite aussi les nombreuses cités de l'Égypte 
Pour t'y instruire, t'y initier auprès des sages.
Et surtout n 'oublie pas Ithaque.
Y parvenir est ton unique but.
Mais ne presse pas ton voyage 
Prolonge-le le plus longtemps possible
Et n'atteint l'île qu’une fois vieux,
Riche de tous les gains de ton voyage 
Tu n ’auras plus besoin qu'Ithaque t'enrichisse.
Ithaque t'a accordé le beau voyage, 
Sans- elle, tu ne serais jamais parti.
Elle n'a rien d'autre à te donner. 
Et si pauvre qu’elle te paraisse 
Ithaque ne t'aura pas trompé.
Sage et riche de tant d'acquis 
Tu auras compris ce que signifient les Ithaques.
Poème de Constantin Cavafy écrit à Alexandrie en 1911.

Thursday, 7 October 2010

Personal Branding

Personal Branding

At every stage of my life and as a humanist, I keep learning from the global dynamic 7 Dimensions puzzle I am part of. It might have been due to searching the job, It might be one useful insight on how to empower people while giving them more freedom during their work. It might be another thing, it might be useless, use less, get out more.


How do I understand personal branding? Simple enough, simple as a business, its product offering, its lively entities constituting his/her molecular body and soul, its portfolio and the extent of the services within.


You are a business. You have your objectives, you have your goals and your system to understand where it stands and where it goes. At a time where we are humanizing more and more business, we are looking to make it evolve, to make it accept change, enhance it in its learning curve, develop unknown abilities. Humanize your business, businesize your true self.


Look at yourself, yes we are different than this business, than this purely materialistic business world. Business is no longer materialistic, it has to evolve, it has to change. So still, yes there are similarities, work on these similarities. Comparison and metaphors are made in our world to understand and get deeper in ourself. Deeper than the professional experience, deeper than the motivations on the surface, deeper, true to yourself. There is already a lot of literature on how your brand is radiating from you mainly, from others interacting with you, at everytime, at every place, under every conditions.

True to yourself, true to your roots, true to your belief, your personal branding cannot suffer from lie and hypocrisy, know yourself, be a salesman: nobody will want your product unless you sell it to them efficiently. As a philosopher, Eminem, sung it loud : “lose yourself, if you had one shot, one opportunity to seize everything you ever wanted”, so yes lose yourself in yourself, and keep wanting.

The product: you. Your academics, your work experience.


The services: the primary and core one, your experiences, your history, your culture, your skills, your knowledge, your image.

The secondary services? Everything: the matter constituting your personnal life, what you know to do, how you accept risk, how you measure risk, your ability to solve, to accept change, to organize, to coordinate


Bullsh*t?  We could hear the audience says. Like crazyness, bullsh*t is a matter of references, and I truly believe in what I say. So to finish it up: look truly at yourself, accept yourself, and trust comes, the most efficient and successful truth pushing you forward rather than pulling you backwards.

What will that enable you? For you personnaly, and for all the people around yourself, this image is beneficial for the whole climate we evolve in: the professional one with all the employees, but not only that, the personal sphere benefits as well. It is articulating along what I learned from my previous work experience: “We can recognize a good manager on the job, one easy and objective way, still, is to see how is team is working when (s)he is absent”.


Final word: Look to yourself and find your story line, the one that you truly believe in, the one showing who you are.

It's no bullsh*t, it’s no manipulation, it’s normal human behavior, because this is the way you understand yourself, we understand others, and how we will tackle efficiently challenges ahead.

Soundtrack: Pink Floyd, Wish You Were Here (1975)

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

Friday, 24 September 2010

CV and covering letters


Update 2012: more hardcopies from Henri Moufettal here
And another ones in English on the stage:
And the last one in French, L'autre rivage, revu en couleurs, http://www.lulu.com/product/couverture-souple/lautre-rivage/18811927



Looking at it again, my mind never switches off.


He opens the two word documents. He looks at it, modifies, adds, deletes and keeps the dynamics going on and on and on.

Off, after a couple of hours, he closes the lid, and go to open a book, to let his mind drift away.

Under the lid, two documents are facing a spanish keyboard. Reflecting some of its truly internal side, one of the documents starts to decipher the letters that constitutes its own essence. From the P in front of him, he drifts to the Q at the other side of the screen.

Suddenly, its eyes are staring to a mirror, same eyes, same i’s, same format, and still, a truly different essence. Like Gasoil meeting an Unleaded engine, misunderstanding and questions start.

They speak, speak, speak and cannot tell if they are saying the same story or look at the other as totally stranger. Yes putting a r to the latter, and not the letter..

They should, one say, build on one another, and get the structure together to give to the reader,  this external eyes they might never know, this special feeling of entity and space for discovery for more to say.

They are looking to put the apparent mess in order and to keep one single message going through: “Invite us to discuss”

Covering Letter – Oh crap, you re shadowing me again, nobody looks at me
Curriculum Vitae- Who are you speaking to, little sis`?
Covering Letter – Bro´, don’t overlook at me, we have the same standing
Curriculum Vitae – Why are you mad with me? I did all I can. I cannot influence more their perception. It will soon be the sales, time to get and dress up for the occasion.
Covering Letter – Well Easy to say, Could you at least wink at me?
Curriculum Vitae – Promise, Darling, I will be all yours, and we will be one, and see I did what I could, I gave you the right to put the address, and I even removed the pictures. No really, we should get well together now
Covering Letter – If you say so, yes. I will go to the shop round the corner, and put my body in another appealing font.
Curriculum Vitae – Nice, still stay true to yourself. This is the only way he knows how to write us
Covering Letter - : ), I will stay myself, presenting myself to not that many strangers. Are they strangers anyway.

Music: Frank Sinatra – Strangers in the night

Thursday, 9 September 2010

Vous avez un nouveau message

Update 2012: And another ones in English on the stage:
MBA the Magic Bible of Arts, reviewed and formatted. http://www.lulu.com/product/couverture-souple/mba-the-magic-bible-of-arts/18814696
Play the brackets on stage, reviewed and formatted http://www.lulu.com/product/couverture-souple/play-the-brackets-on-stage/18814451


Dear All,


 

I know It is quite egoist and still my big pleasure to introduce you to a book getting now published:

Publisher and book : http://www.edilivre.com/doc/21288
Price: 13 euros
Extract : http://www.wobook.com/WBtc25a2MK1JBl6F-1-f/Henri-raconte.html


Et le dernier en francais, l'autre rivage:  http://www.lulu.com/product/couverture-souple/lautre-rivage/18811927

I wrote these seven novels before a turning point, before even applying to where I am now. Like many of you, leaving a career behind and aiming further, Tiger woods’ like. Bam, bunker.

So I wrote this book in English for most before translating it in French. A nice refreshing reading, I do hope. And yes it is my tribute to my mother tongue I haven’t used since 2002. Still have to find my father tongue… Was ist das? Ya nié znaiou, io sono fortunato. Djereiev. Callate, por fa, non? non

I am forwarding a bundle offer to whoever interested to book a book at my mail: waterprod@gmail.com to get the book and submit the material in English if required(the world of publishing and intellectual property is so twisted in my mind). Organizing the supply chain to get some down here and hopefully meeting you for a conference or something to get your views. Writing is not coming from inside, It’s about all the outside. The Magic Bible of Arts I am currently drawn in will surely keep its writing promises. Yes in English this time, nothing is impossible they say, and well, I write what inspire me: here and now.

So Henri, clearly get us to the Why? Voltaire once wrote “the candid”. I put my imagination at work, giving me wings because, literally, impossible is nothing. They said: hazlo. Yes, because is just a cause, a cause for prose. Somebody once asked me “Where is my mind?” Away. Paul delighted me with his books of illusions, I kept following Jack on the road. Blown away by the shadow of the wind, It created the right ding and here it comes, the times to pay all the copyright left behind. By the way, some monkey survey: how many of you did I left totally lost at this stage? Free ration of bananas.

Than… sritch, cric, aie, communication interrupted, error details below:


Subject: Henri Moufettal
Book: “Henri raconte…” http://www.edilivre.com/henri-raconte-henri-moufettal.html
ISBN: 978-2-8121-3617-7
Sum up: contemporary fiction and more here: http://stotb.blogspot.com/2010/07/henri-raconte-un-court-resume-bah-oui.html
ID: IMBA2009 N4
Social Security number: 802781885428928
Work: Unemployed, Industrialisauthor, surfing on inspirational vibes, vibrant
Personnal Disease: Many
Problems: Even more, I need a mental check-up. Yes shouldn’t have read a million little pieces, James Frey put me in the hands of Augusten Burroughs… and here it comes.

The End

Merci!

d:-)

Wednesday, 1 September 2010

discours a travers court


Update 2012: more hardcopies from Henri Moufettal here
MBA the Magic Bible of Arts, reviewed and formatted. http://www.lulu.com/product/couverture-souple/mba-the-magic-bible-of-arts/18814696
And another ones in English on the stage:
Play the brackets on stage, reviewed and formatted http://www.lulu.com/product/couverture-souple/play-the-brackets-on-stage/18814451
And the last one in French, L'autre rivage, revu en couleurs, http://www.lulu.com/product/couverture-souple/lautre-rivage/18811927



Contexte: court texte écrit sur le thème de la volonté pour le concours sky blogs
http://www.skyprods.fr/ConcoursNouvelles2010_detail_auto.php#Participer




Elle te regarde,

Tu la dévores des yeux.

Rien n’y fait.

...

Ton regard y retourne,

Tes yeux y dérapent.

Tes mains s’y raccrochent

Ca dérive, 

Une branche arrive.

Et tu t’y fixes.

Volonté, Elle ? Ce grand n’importe quoi, ce regard vers le futur, de quoi, vouloir quoi, qui, comment, pourquoi ? Des questions qui rendent les sens si immenses que soudainement on se berne dans une oasis au milieu du désert des choix qui te sont offerts. Autant répondre présent. 

Choisir ce dont on a envie, prendre ce qu’on veut. Elle est simple, sa partition se joue quotidiennement, continuellement, spontanément. Les accords d’Ymgwie Malsteen en résonance à la voix de Janis Joplin. The Will comes forward.

Nous - Non pas mon testament, le futur.

La petite voix - Quoi ? Tu me parles anglais maintenant ? 

Nous – Ma tête n’en a pas, elle parle anglais, français, allemand, espagnol, tout ces idiomes européens dans lesquels je me perds avec joie et toute ma volonté de sauter droit au but.

Elle est sans foi, elle est sans loi, elle a une voix. Quand elle nous séduit et nous parle, on peut se boucher les oreilles. Quand elle reste silencieuse, tout se réveille.

Elle nous observe, elle se consume sous nos yeux. On en salive déjà, mais non, On ne peut pas, on ne veut pas ? Là ou le vouloir ajoute sa sagesse sur le pouvoir. Toi là-bas, drogue douce, drogue a l’air, tu te métamorphoses, et tu me donnes envie. En véritable transformiste, tu deviens aiguille, tu deviens pastille. On devient fébrile.

Cette seringue nous rend dingue, une goutte perle sur nos lèvres, les yeux clignotent, elle, elle radote et nous donne sa dote de nicotine. Vient la méthode Coué, on le dit, on le répète, on l’oublie. Elle ne répondra que dans le futur qu’on lui a promis. Elle se fait d’expérience, se construit sur les ressentis, se détruit en un mouvement et reprends force en un instant.

Et Bam, elle revient, elle se transforme dans tous nos regards. Elle crée un nuage crémeux qui remplit de chaleur.

La petite voix - Change toi les idées

Nous - Oui, j’ai envie de myrtilles

La petite voix - CTRL + ALT + Suppr, Same player shoots again.

No because it’s always on. Donc on s'allume cette dernière, on se le promet. 

La petite voix diablotine - Tu appuies bien sur démarrer pour éteindre ton ordinateur.

Et BAM, la porte s’ouvre, coup de vent, elle s’échappe de nos mains. Cette fois on débranche la prise. Dérapez, ce n’est pas manque d’elle, c’est humain. La petite fée revient et reste silencieuse, elle nous berce de son regard intérieur. La petite fée fait des miracles, le petit oiseau transporte les nouvelles et te livre cette dernière en colissimo poste. Pas besoin de signer. Elle fonctionne a plusieurs.

C’est donc ca,  se donner les moyens de passer a autre chose pour escalader la montagne, une autre façade, une autre route. Cette confiance en soi, confiance dans l’avenir, y croire et ne pas laisser le doute s’installer a son aise. Autant être con qu’errants, tout le meilleur est à venir. Elle joue la gamme et entraine les pas de danses, comme ca, mine de rien, l’air de tout.

Nous - Enfin je ne sais pas, je n’en ai pas.

La petite voix revient -  De quoi, de volonté ? Arrête de te mettre des obstacles dans les roues, roule !

Là, la volonté parle en nous - Prends soin de toi, ignore le bruit ambiant, pense a toi

Musique des écrits :
E-talking - Soulwax