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Eva

About Me

I try to live closer to what we trully are not as our modern society has formated us. But those last years I met with the meaningless of my every day life in that unfair capitalist world... I let myself overwhelmed by negativity. Fortunately several events helped me to stop that process of self-destruction from the inside... Since then I try to notice everything that could "feed" me in a way and allow myself to move forward...

My Blog

Séduisante Manière de vivre.....

Lou Andreas-Salomé dans Lettre à Gillot :"Je ne peux conformer ma vie à des modèles , ni ne pourrai jamais constituer un modèle pour qui que ce soit , mais il est tout à fait certain en revanche que j...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Mar 2009 19:33:00 GMT

Dostoievski Les Nuits Blanches extraits...

Traduit du Russe par André MarkowiczJe m'assis près d'elle , pris une pause magistrale et commençai ,  comme dans un livre :_ Il existe , Nastenka , si vous ne le savais pas , il existe à Petersbour...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Nov 2008 18:12:00 GMT

Soul Pictures...first attempt to write a few things at the haikus way...

Swings ... rose flower bedFlavour of innocenceThe taste of the fleshSunny cruise...in the cutClick ... chemical connectionLight fingers balletThe earth in full bloomColours in the soul ... smoothMagic...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Dec 2007 23:40:00 GMT

Street Spirits

Grace ...ghostly rideHazy St Paul reflectionDamn ! winding...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Nov 2008 15:52:00 GMT

Blue Night Service .....

       Lightly touch...deep...lust       Cream and chocolate remembrance       Across childhood bridges.
Posted by on Sun, 29 Jun 2008 08:07:00 GMT

just gorgeous...Kew Gardens,Virginia Woolf... extract beggining

"From the oval-shaped flower-bed there  rose perhaps a hundred stalks spreading into heart-shaped or tongue- shaped leaves halfway up and unfurling at the tip red or blue or yellow petals marked wit...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Feb 2008 23:05:00 GMT

from the great Charles Baudelaire Les Fleurs Du Mal

 Spleen et Idéal        Le Flambeau VivantIls marchent devant moi , ces Yeux pleins de lumières , Qu'un Ange très-savant a sans doute aimantés ; Ils marchents ,...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Feb 2008 21:16:00 GMT

The Breakout , short story by Joyce Cary... extract ending

" His whole life seemed to have gathered about him again in his back street - all those ties that had gradually bound him and wrapped him round in that cocoon of dead matter , that dusty nonsense ,&nb...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Feb 2008 20:30:00 GMT