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This picture can be different depending your computer.
48 comments:
Is your drawing finished, Momo ?
What are we supposed to see ?
My computer shows me a symetric japanese moon.
Yes, it seem you are right, a kind of japanese moon. I found nothing better.
Momo, I don'like when you are not satisfied of yourself.
The moon rises in the East. Japan is in extreme east.
Furthermore, on the last article, we spoke about japanese planes.
Let's imagine that this moon is a tribute to the pilots of the planes of this airstrip numbe niner.
number nine, sorry.
I must write slowly.
Est-ce que tu est d'accord que le blogging est une sorte d'esthétique de la concaténation ou de la fuite en avant, krn ? En ce moment, je suis très loin de cette grisante concaténation, j'espère la retrouver bientôt.
Et bien, pour être juste, je dirai que ça dépend de l'état d'esprit dans lequel on se trouve au moment de la création du blog.
Nous évoluons au cours du temps et cette évolution est perceptible à condition de prendre du recul.
De plus, et je pense que tu comprendras ce que je veux dire, il est difficile de mener à bien deux tâches importantes à la fois.
Of course I understand. Depending at once the mood and the task.
I like very much what you wrote about the japanese pilots.
Probably, you have more serotonin connexions than me currently. I have a lumbago, and I cannot to swim neither run. I miss my daily endorphins.
The lumbago expresses the difficulty of the body to adapt itself to new relational attitudes.
It is the sign that this change is not short-lived.
I am now at home. I can speak to you, but I do not want to disturb you if you are lying.
Where did you read this theory about lumbago, krn ?
Last years I had been several lumbagos per year.
Now, I have only one or two per year.
I think it's a sign of emotional improvement.
I'm not yet completely get out of the tunnel, but I think I start to see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Hola Mauricio, ¿cómo va todo? Hemos abierto un nuevo foro, en este caso en español, sobre las moscas volantes. Si te encuentras con ánimo, haznos una visita. Se entra a través del antiguo blog de las Moscas cojoneras. Un abrazo.
To me this last "expression" looks(a lot) like a Rorschach Test.
I'm not really fond of psychoanalysis...
Dear Bernard,
Rorschach Test ? What's that ?
test de Rorschach
Thanks you, krn, thanks you, Bernard.
Yes, it look like a Rorshach Test, indeed.
I think I underwent this test long time ago, after a deep and melancolic sadness.
I did this test when I was 15 years old.
Why ? Sadness too ?
"What's that Rorschach" is a very difficult sentence to say quickly.
Not sadness. Dumbness after my problem with the teacher of spanish.
Momo, I wonder if I am not going to close the défouloir.
Why ? Why does you want close The défouloir ?
The défouloir had to serve me for bringing out of my voluntary confinement and for meeting other persons for a dialogue.
I saw, on the web-counter that many persons of several countries come to read, and I know they are not here by chance, because they generally read several pages, they never write anything.
I have one "abonné fidèle" and he never wrote a word.
Why ?
And then, maybe I had come only for a single person. Now that I met him, why going on ?
I persist discussing with my cousin and to see how he behaves destroys me.
Hum... but, I want to see your jam of nettles.
Ok. I'll keep it for you and our experiences. But I have to change it.
I think it needs order.
To morrow, I am going to Paris.
I 'll bring back Tara with me.
She will take care of me.
Finally, let us say that the défouloir is on borrowed time.
On Friday, one year ago I posted my first article. Just one year... that leaves me another two days to think of it.
Momo, I leave you alone, I must sleep at least two hours.
Have sweet dreams.
I was going to leave a terse comment on the interesting and intriguing shape that adorns this untitled message, but as I read the comments, something more substantial is going on, as often happens on this blog.
KRN, whatever happens to the défouloir, I just hope that you will still be scouting the blogsphere. I personally happen to enjoy reading what you write there, although I don't always comment. A blog, like any other tool, is but a means to achieve other goals. It also has something of a life of its own, and therefore a life-span. If you feel it has done what you wanted from it, maybe it is time to pause, but I must say I would regret seeing that window into your soul disappear.
krn, happy birthday to your blog !
Paris ? After seen "Les enfants du Paradis" last week, Paris became again magic !!!!
Yes, I'm happy to know that Tara is finished.
You have to believe in yourself, krn, I read a beautiful poem of you, don't forget that you like writing, you like your language, and you like share.
Maybe you could do another blog, with another title and another mood.
Thank you, Doreus, of your kind comment, you encourage me to keep going.
Hola Juan, gracias por tu visita.
Escribiré pronto un testimonio en tu foro.
I just come back from Paris. The traffic is awful, furthermore, a kind of unhealthy smog floated all day long, making a white sky and preventing me from breathing correctly.
Regrettably, Paris remain always beautiful to the pedestrians and disastrous for the one who drives there.
Thanks to both of you for your kindness, I ll never forget these marks of friendship.
Welcome back, krn.
Me too, I'll never forget your mark of friendship.
How is Tara ?
Momo, when I took Tara in my hands, it appeared to me as an inspirer.
She took from me a very important attention and I entrusted her my deep feelings.
Tara is not only a statuette of ceramic. It is a concentration of love, a muse of poetry and a reservoir of tenderness.
She would have been bluish grey coloured.
The incident of cooking in the kiln doubtless stopped the synthesis of the blue, but really, as she appears more natural, she is more authentic.
I know, krn.
When does we will can see her ?
I feel you impatient. Don't you prefer to expect holding her between your hands ?
Nothing is definitive, I can make her cook again, if ever you really wanted her blue.
But I can capture a picture of her tomorrow and send it to you as it was done for the princes and princesses some centuries ago.
Hum...all things consideredas, I think I prefer expect to holding her between my hands.
Bravo, it is what I would have made too. I don't think that you will be disappointed.
May I reserve a bench in the railway station ?
Momo, I believe that we should go to sleep.
I am exhausted and everything makes me believe that you are tired too.
Good night my dear friend.
Yes, you can book a bench in the railway station, krn.
Good night, and I wish you many sweet dreams.
Momo, I am very touched.
I can say nothing. I'll write you.
I wonder if our mailboxes are very active.
Don't worry, krn, I fall asleep. See you tomorrow. kiss
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