Once upon a tale…

Once upon a time…

A New Year tale, a New Year Gift…
Into the inbetweeness:
The Eastern and Western New Years..
So, once upon a time, at yahoo there were many…
Hitches, or is it glitches?
So much so, that many Yahootians decided to emigrate.
They found places, of course.
Easier emigration than in true life!
No Schengen there, no tolls, no planes, no visas, no passport!
Only passwords!
About those places:
Some are nicer than others.
Or they suit you better!
For my part, I found ipernity, ning,
and some, many, many others.
(And now, after leaving it a while ago, I found Facebook back!)
I was following my friends, you see.
Not always such a good idea.
Because, just like in “true” life,
maybe even on a higher degree,
friendships on the net can be very taxing.
Some people never get out of their troubles,
whatever you say, whatever you do!
So, after a while, as it was not working for me, I left some.
But I kept some too.
I left one at Ning.
There, me, a little poor Belgian…
Yeah! A Princess, me?
(private joke, sorryyyy!)
I met a Horse Whisperer.
Then and there, I did not realised he was that, though.
No, in my eyes, he was only a kind young man.
With a sad story.
Then, he invited me at his place: Jim’s.
I think he couldn’t really find his turn at the other meeting place…
Just like me.
Though, for a long while, I hesitated to accept his invitation,
as I was engaged…
And the relationship,
very difficult then,
didn’t allowed me either time on the net,
either men-friends…
But at the long last, I relented.
And never regret it!
It is one of the places I won’t leave if heaven permit it!
As there I was to meet my lil Chinese Princess.
Yessssssssss! You!
( sorry, privat joke, again!! It is all about and around, my friend Jo!)
Elsewhere on ning too, to be honest.
And this is by that strange way that at the long last, we became also friends at yahoo.
For the other blog’s readers:
As some of you know, I had many sites there…
and I can tell you she has a huge one too!
Now, we are connected at 2 places and at 3 at Ning.
There, via British or Americans
as well as on the trail of those
who are Native Americans or from mixed ancestry.
So, not so long ago,
Jo with her flower’s Eyes and me,
Lakota Moon,
(I know that by now, you are lost: this im my Indian Name…
I have always been taken by Sitting Bull.
Many people know he was a Sioux.
To be precise, he was a Hunkpapa, Lakota, Dakota Sioux!
Hence my Indian name.
Luna or Louna Twist is one of my pseudo,
also the name of a Belgian pop group from the 80!)
by a lunar twist,
we fell under the spell of a Red Cloud!
Who is, no secret there, our famous Horse Whisperer.
( no, of course not, nothing to do with either Redford,
Red, yes, but not forded,
or Nicholas Evans!
Only, that Red Cloud, like the famous Indian Chief,
has a special relationship with horses! Point!
And with people too!)
My other friends there are a Donna, a White Eagle,
a Desert Fox, a Cactus Flower
and a kind Barry loving shoes sort of man…
And my Chinese Princess.
Which just like me has not a drop of Indian blood,
but also doesn’t live in her native country.
As I live a lot in Morocco,
she lives always in Malaysia.
And this has to be followed..
Sorry, Jo (the Chinese Princess)! It ain’t funny.
The picture comes from Mon Fleur Eyes ( pseudo of the Chinese Princess!) as you can plainly see it!

With a special thank to you, Jim…
By the way, I found a James Lehman (true name of Jim, Horse Whisperer, Red Cloud!) on youtube, a specialist in education for difficult children…
Strange.
Blog from yahoo!

Honestly, I have a lot of fun doing that kind of nonsensical blogs.
And an immense pleasure to post it in different places…
Pour toi aussi. Joelle, ma plus fidèle lectrice à myspace…

Back!

My lead-singer is back.

Not yet actively but…

And I want to put something here, just in case.

O! No!

Not for the sole sake of posting.

No! Just because, I can say, again, I am in hiding.

Well! It is hell!

And I have not the slightest idea how to handle this.

My best friend and me have gone through a lot of misunderstandings.

Yahoo!

And now, while he had added me at FIVE places in his contacts,

he withdrew me of them.

Just like that.

Not even telling why!

No, as I say, I have not a really clue…

Or maybe.

But whichever are his reasons, it looks as he is out of his mind.

Of course I am not going into details here, but it is so.

And to see someone you trusted acts so strangely is very painful…

Very.

Anyway, friends all around even without me telling ‘em are very kind.

Someone asked me to a new place,

and even if a new place was the last thing I needed,

it distracts me of my bewilderment.

I have also a little blog at Skyrock

and there many of my very young contacts are Arabs.

Except a young Aussie.

And I am very touched by him…

But today, he told me what I suspected :

As he put it: he is sick in the head.

But man, I am moved.

Yes, Internet destroys things with one hand and 

with the other she gives you the child-trust of a young boy.

About my many yahoo sites,

I am kind of sobered since my French friend left.

I mean, what is it for I would do it,

if the one with whom I am able to exchange the most,

stop his blog and cut all contacts with me?

Just tell me.

Meanwhile,

I discovered that Vincent Valentine is not THE ultimate tragic hero.

And I realised that he emanates a great serenity,

he is straightforward and determinate.

And when he put his mind on something, he succeeds.

He is mutilated and manipulated, but this becomes his assets.

And he survives the hardest fight ever.

Later, he is freed from his unrequited love for one woman…

And ready to start a romance.

Never ever in my wildest dreams, I thought that would happen…

Reno isn’t that funny anymore.

But this is not important.

Nothing is very important, only writing is.

To learn to put stories or articles together is now the main thing…

And by doing this every single day, I am learning my writer’s job.

This is the only thing that really matters.

And Long, I own you that.

Don’t dare to forget!

Wolfe Tones, friends

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7nMjh2IRjkY

To the Wolfe Tones… unfinished

And Samira, Phillip M. in Karma…

 

This song is very powerful,

 

It does not leave a thing unsaid.

 

And it is important that it exists.

 

 ______________________

 

 

JOE McDONNELL
(Brian Warfield) 
 
O me name is Joe McDonnell from Belfast town I came
That city I will never see again
For in the town of Belfast I spent many happy days
I love that town in oh so many ways
For it’s there I spent my childhood and found for me a wife
I then set out to make for her a life
But all my young ambitions met with bitterness and hate
I soon found myself inside a prison gate
 
Chorus:
And you dare to call me a terrorist while you looked down your gun
When I think of all the deeds that you had done
You had plundered many nations divided many lands
You had terrorized their peoples you ruled with an iron hand.
And you brought this reign of terror to my land
 
Through those many months internment
In the Maidstone and the Maze
I thought about my land throughout those days
Why my country was divided, why I was now in jail
Imprisoned without crime or without trial
And though I love my country I am not a bitter man
I’ve seen cruelty and injustice at first hand
So then one fateful morning I shook bold freedom’s hand
For right or wrong I’d try to free my land
 
Chorus
 
Then one cold October morning trapped in a lion’s den
I found myself in prison once again
I was committed to the H-blocks for fourteen years or more
On the Blanket the conditions they were poor
Then a hunger strike we did commence for the dignity of man
But it seemed to me that no one gave a damn
But now, I’m a saddened man I’ve watched my comrades die
If only people cared or wondered why
 
Chorus
 
May God shine on you Bobby Sands for the courage you have shown
May your glory and your fame be widely known
And Francis Hugues and Ray McCreesh who died unselfishly
And Patsy O’Hara and the next in line is me
And those who lie behind me, may your courage be the same
And I pray to God my life is not in vain
Ah but sad and bitter was the year of 1981
For everything I’ve lost and nothing’s won.

_______________________________________ 

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Well, while I was thinking again of the boys of wars.

I was also thinking about what is called a terrorist.

Most of the time, people who resist, who try by all means to resist.

And what do they resist? Or who?

Invaders, colonisateurs.

Meaning by that people thinking they know better, have right by power.

Take possession.

All kind of things.

And I was also thinking that I wrote so many letters for Amnesty.

To China! 50 letters, each month for a while.

Then I tried to understand how Amnesty was functioning.

We were then concerned by the Uighurs.

They are muslims.

When we were having actions to supported them against the repression,

Nobody care…

While! My God!

The Tibetans how hype it was to support them!

Thousands of signatures for the petitions…

The people were never tired to hear about the Tibetans. Never ever.

The Uighurs? They didn’t give a dam!

Then when I went higher and higher visiting Amnesty hierarchy, in search of a clue…

Were they realising where The Uighurs lived?

Not so far of Afghanistan. Not far from Pakistan either.

But no! They were not interested by politics. Not at all.

Stupidity? Blindness?

Or lies.

I couldn’t care less.

I stepped out completely fed up to point a finger to a nation

which after all has provided me so many interesting philosophical insights…

Where do you think is Amnesty based?

To Lsr.

The swan

Le ciel est si bleu, the sky is so blue…

Really, just such a lovely day.

Only some planes has left their traces to disturb that blueness…

Many of the fruit trees in Philemon ’s orchard are whitening the grass,

Already.

O! And how comes?

The ronunculus are doting the grass in such profusion…

Never saw them yesterday…

Then, the temperature has rise quite a lot in a few hours…

And the cat-willows?

They are exploding yellow…

So fluffy, so tender and soft.

The birds are singing, and that reminds me

Of young Joris who, only yesterday,

Between all kind of maverick questions, 

Crossed my path on yahoo.

Or did I his?

 What did he asked?

Vous trouvez pas que le chant des oiseaux le matin, c’est du pur bonheur?

Don’t you find that the song of birds in the morning is pure happiness?

Pure happiness was certainly to come across you dear Joris.

And to my surprise you are only 14…

The most amazing still is, that like Childe, the kid of my story,

You want to be astro-physician…

If not, just in case, it is too difficult, then why not a doctor?

Yet, you astonished me even more,

When later in the evening,

One of the last mails came also from you.

So, now beside my dear Long Shiren,

And one coming from my native region:

The completely crazy Scoubidou,

You are in my chosen contacts.

On Yahoooooooooooooooo!

The story of Childe, you will find at:

http://mclaclarte.wordpress.com