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Letter from Jean-Marie de Sevigne Orcesson world varieties

I have no particular inclination to melancholy music. In these days of an Indian summer when the sun burns its last rays of youth before inclining his body tanned to a fall in which blood is chill, where we start walking when the countryside whitens, my thoughts are elsewhere . Oh, how I talk about books fell off the bedside rather than to alert you of the decline of the song French. You talk about the faces of young women, languid bath in a custom-sea, near the shore of a Greek island, unless it is the Italian Riviera or a Bali night to celebrate life on the ashes the deceased Rajas.

But now, the wealth of rhymes, Hervé Vilard, Barbelivien Didier, Jean-Pierre Francois or C Jerome will soon be played in an imaginary theater of shadows flickering. The brutality of a world forcing us to the vulgarity of new stars escaped by a miracle of any academy forces me to leave my ivory tower to alert you of the decline French variety. Singing in French today is a challenge, sure. "Stirb und werde," Goethe said. You must die to be reborn. Yes but then a slow death, a long and full of delicious agony towards half full. Those, of Hugo, Hervé Vilard


"We, that is an illusion dies
one laugh in the heart"

As Marguerite Duras returned to lucidity and alcohol, I like to let me win the gentle melancholy music by Herve Vilard. Marguerite Duras, sublime, sublime necessarily, when launched, premonitory his young student lover May 68 "Capri, c'est fini." With his turtleneck, it gave substance to the prophecy Jouhandeau launched by fighters of the barricades in May: "Go home!" In ten years you will all notaries ... "

"Why the silence, why this big empty when I think of us.
It was a challenge at times, the spring before the spring"

Thanks Herve. Thank you for holding on in our long night of fog this musical candle beautiful and fragile as ancient Rome. I know, none of your preferred shooting star that the star was Jean-Pierre Francois and his meteoric "I will survive".

"Ah, there is a star that died
It will turn elsewhere."

As the Queen died of Henry Montherlant ultimate bulwark against the invasion of eternal ugliness, meanness, of stupidity and boredom, Jean-Pierre Francois came as an angel green, grime dark cauldron of football for light plateaux of Guy Lux fiat lux ... There's Rimbaud at Jean-Pierre Francois. It has all the audacity:


"In Chinese mirrors, in the eyes of a cat
I will survive"


Rimbaud did I say? That Jean-Pierre François feverish, as Verlaine


"In anonymous nights where I lose my body, I will survive
"

Even if its drift Sarkozyist is obvious, it should be frankly muzzle to ignore pen, light and fresh, Didier Barbelivien. "It's an epicurean al'imagination Catholic or Vendée", told him Sainte-Beuve. Romanian Cioran chose to speak in a language that honors and reveres: French. Didier Barbelivien is in this line, even he sought the light of the spotlight when looking Cioran darkness, fearing the plague as any form of recognition, documentation of major curse. "Elsa", sung by Didier Barbelivien is probably the synthesis of light and shadow, between ice and fire:


"Elsa
The rides Berlin turned in your arms,
The song sailors wept in your voice,
I remember those eyes,
Half blue, lilac halves, Fine
like an operatic aria "

As often, unfortunately, side is missing it should look the best. Nobody has to admire Jerome C, as nobody should be forced to worship Chateaubriand. And yet, for one as for the other, it is a style for eternity. We must revive our memories from beyond the grave and these verses was chased by Jerome


"I'm bad about myself, I want to go
,
There is always a slow,
To I steal your smile "


Since C Jerome, Chateaubriand knew about life, his passions. "Her skirt was short, her bodice ripped, she walked bent and arms crossed. His eyes were black, half opened his mouth to breathe. It made him want to tell her the roses. " The same torments wave C Jerome when Danielle goes ...


"This time that's it, Danielle is going, finished
It's like a cobra bite, the j'vous say"


Then, of course, to discuss the decline of French song, I could call to the witness stand trial braillers and braille from today's beautiful and famous figures, such as Claude Francois, Daniel Guichard, Dave, Gerald Levert, Jacquie Quartz, Mike Brandt or Joe Dassin.
the evening of my life, I just want to finish this letter by quoting the words of Dalida and Alain Delon. If I had to choose, I would like to echo these lines written in Rome you meet him in Athens. On the ruins as beautiful as the words that follow, eternal:

"You are the beautiful love story that I never stop reading,
You're like the wind to sing the violins and carries off the scent of pink
You are to me the only music that makes the stars dance on the dunes "


Jean-Marie de Sevigne Orcesson


PS: Guy Carlier not sing. And it's a shame, otherwise it could have been included in my pantheon of great French music. Before dipping his pen often talented in the ridiculous vitriol from the foam media for days, Guy Carlier offered the young Melody this little jewel of beautiful letters
"There's not that big dream, there's no the great who have feelings
He teaches me the names of the stars at the top of cathedrals
He plays the music of hope, his piano weeps tears of ivory

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's letter to his children Guy Mollet

While the young Nicolas S. tenant ai 55 Rue du Faubourg Saint-Honoré in the 8th in Paris, requires reading the letter by Guy Mocquet to his parents, us, curious sailors whose habit of making sentences, hope it is replaced by that of Guy Mollet's children. This letter has been read two years ago in a rugby tournament in Nantes (Loire-Less), by a designer but nonchalant talented, who has a daily called the Lightning of its heyday.

Me FOLAC

's letter to his children Guy Mollet

My dear children, when you read this letter, I do will be more - and quite frankly it leaves me froid.Vous can not imagine what I endured with such a name. Guy again, I'm not saying you can live with. Guy Take the Lightning, including a large newspaper Nantes still bears the name, or Guy Béart Guy Bedos, Guy Drut, Guichard, Guigou, Johnny Guitar, Yannick Guin, and even let us not mince words, Guy Mollet Lorant ... But, I ask you a bit! As the egg of the same name, my political destiny was mapped out: neither too cooked or too raw, not fried or hard, just soft. Victim in 1969 of the infamous barbarity of Mitterrand, died with me all hope of big night, breaking with capitalism, dictatorship of the proletariat, and even let us love one another, how would Ségolène or multiplication of the loaves, as recently wrote gueule.En Jospin in a word, the Social Democrats. I know, that makes two words, but with the Socialists, are we not entitled to expect still more? Besides, do you know why social democracy is the only tolerable diet? Because there is no example in the world, dictatorship Social Democrats (except in Nantes, but here it matters not, it's a pilot). No, I do not wish on my worst Mollet known enemy. And even less Tongs, incidentally. I will spare you the go ahead mollo Molay and other at the stake ... Since Philip the Fair, the annals of Congress socialists are full of these little phrases that hurt the French, and divert the real debate participatif.Non, to paraphrase Lawrence Fabius.Remarquez well, I could call me Edith Cresson that it was not easy either. Or Bernard Tapie. Or Jacques Faizant or Paris Hilton, that which derives at Courtepaille.Et then it is wrong to mock the name of gens.C is why, I tell you the truth, as might have said Segolene, have in this solemn moment a thought for our loved ones: my heart hugging each other at the mention of their names ... Jean Jaures, well known antique Nantes, Leon Blum, Pierre Mendes-France, Gaston Deferre, Pierre Beregovoy, Francois de Grossouvre, Roger-Patrice Pelat, Jean-Christophe Mitterrand ... And even more recently, Dalida, Sevran Pascal, Jean-Marie Bockel, Bernard Kouchner, Jack Lang! Ah! Loved ones! Enter here with your cortege of black Safrane! And let you look through the generations, including one wonders who will pay the pensions. But the past do coffee table, as oft repeated Jack Lang in plundering the Mobilier National - Jack Lang, which can not be overstated what he did for design and variety stores merguez sausage when summer comes . And then the young, eh, one wonders if the calf it still means something to them, apart from which inflates under the shorts to inform the midget fat ass of Hungarian origin. But that's another story ... Go small!

Whereof Guy Mollet

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Open Letter to Ali Bongo Jean Sarkozy

My dear John, a tire of the Embassy of France tells me the ugly controversy that you are a victim. The arms drop me! As the saying goes Gabon, the value waiting not the number of years. I want to assure you of my full support in this test (Speaking of Total, my GR card no longer works and I have a drop in my Mercedes. As Total headquartered in defense, if you could speak, I you'll be grateful ...).
is true: to make a Last Name is hard! My father Omar, who was democratically reelected in 41 years, independently, often spoke to Mr. Foccart, then Mr. Papamadit: What Will it make my little Ali after my death?
Journalists, sold mostly to the opposition, do not understand the need for stability demanded by the people. Especially when it has the chance to be guided by a supreme leader, bright. And democracy does not matter. Look at North Korea's Kim dynasty is inspiring! And even when people leave the choice to elect his daddy, bong blood can not lie. The United States elected George W Bush before we shoot Dabeliou spinning, just to put some order into the game balls in Baghdad.
No, hang in there my dear Jean. You are legitimate. You are worn by people in a difficult district for the right, in Neuilly-sur-Seine, where the night prowl dangerous factions villepino-chiraco-Zapatistas ! You greet your father, who has replaced the great Jacques in our heart (he has no son this one?). And remember, I have on my credit card Total ...

Purloined Letter and maybe even invented by Mr. FOLAC, notary
in Lower Loire

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Nantes

Me FOLAC dug up this morning a word in the big-ticket regional press in the West. To avoid too much trouble to his family, our preferred notary has seen fit to erase the name of its author. This is understandable.


Nantes six letters to our friends Parisian acrobats

Little Primer for the use of facilitators of Europe 1, from Paris, the capital
populated mainly by provincial and even Britons in Montparnasse.
Here are six letters in Nantes and a few lines of a perfect bad faith
not read at a level at least second.

N ... as Nantes and its motto Favet Euntes Neptunus, which translates
"Neptune favors those who dare." Except for the junkies Game miles
francs, it is rarely proud of its currency. Well, it finally emerges quite Nantes well. Neptune said that a port is populated with proud marine adventurers, as illustrated by the absence. Total
boats moored to the docks of the Loire, except a warship, the
Maille-Breze, which is not recommended for maritime use, except for nostalgic
Raft of the Medusa. It happens to Nantes to be proud
Nantais, especially in the galleries of the Beaujoire. Yet there is not really what
, both are far past the exploits of the Canaries. Except
Coupe de France, but the "small" neighbor Carquefou who played ... ... A

as Ayrault. Known Paris to be seated to the left of François Hollande
the National Assembly and government measures indignant, Jean-Marc Ayrault is much more consensual and smiling in his "good city" of Nantes, this "sleeping beauty" that it has undoubtedly awakened. A lot invested in the art show. With the troop
Royal Deluxe First, who threw his anchor on the streets of Berlin to celebrate the fall of the wall. Then in a gigantic wooden elephant, whose appetite is up to reserve a few unpleasant surprises on tax forms. Is that it eats those beasts!

N ... as Nantais, who likes to quote the surrealist Andre Breton: "Nantes,
perhaps with Paris the only city in France where I have the impression that something can happen
thing that's worth. " Now, we do not
pack. The gossips say he may get a shower especially


T ... ... like traffic. To borrow a phrase from André Breton, it is however certain that
Nantes, and Paris, it can happen to be in
delay if we move away. Different municipalities have been nice
take the lead in bridging courses Erdre and Loire
to avoid competing too unfair in Venice boulevards
goodness of bitumen with the water out of downtown
not enough to absorb the flood of cars. Fun game: look in
plugs at 8: 45 pm those marrent alone. It is generally Schivardi
Canteloup alias that will eventually come a day by paying tribute to the elect who
decided to remove water from the heart of Nantes!

E .... Nantes as children. Not Enough surreal Nantes
child is generally very thoughtful and imaginative. His thoughts spin in the currents
Loire heading off to put toward new horizons
. Nantes Jules Verne so forth. Went to live in Amiens, the writer will
irreverent words to his hometown ("Some thousands of brains
hollow, hopeless stupidity of a [...] rice, sugar, a merchant
people, knowing how to count money, "). Ungrateful! That's what
is when the dreams of children in the bitter break. Nantes, they can and should laugh, but you can not imagine how we love it!

S .... as specialties. Limoges porcelain, its Agen prunes,
its grand crus Bordeaux, Nantes his little Lu In my early youth, by
southerly wind, the town became a huge playground at teatime
when floating in the air a delicious smell of biscuits. Today, Lu
building where hands sewed cookies Nantes welcomes
a single location where all the bobo baba is coming to eat there or take
drink.