I can’t be the same without you,
Some loss can cut in deep and get you
On the run when you feel too loose.
And then you can’t stand your own blues.
How am I supposed to reach you ?
Your voices I hear ringing so true
And stars only remind me of you.
Do you look after me from above ?
How beautiful when I’m touched by your love !
Graceful evening shines on in colours,
As true as those friendly thoughts which pour
Their soft rain onto my delighted years,
So that I could hold you near, my dear.
Freedom of speech,
wherever you’re oppressed !
Freedom of speech,
Whenever you feel the threat
Of your basic rights, of your dignity !
Whenever you feel like screaming,
Raise your voice for your hurting,
Don’t let go of what you’re dreaming…
Exile in another country,
Don’t be afraid to tell the truth,
All that’s unbearable to you !
When pressure is heavy too,
Your fight, you have to renew…
All these intimidations,
And these men spying on you,
They twist your intuition,
You need to stand back for you.
They want to fool the people
With disinformation,
When the truth is plain and simple,
You know what you have to do !
Please visit :
http://www.forbiddenvoices.net
http://www.amnesty.com
May, the 8th
I treasure my Personal Space as much as I need it – as much as I like being alone, often. I am choosy about my friends and lovers…as well as I choose the texts I publish on my blogs. So I thank all my friends and the ones following me here, thank you, and feel free to comment ! Cheers,
Antoine
Personal space is different in various places around the world. i have found that Americans and Eastern Europeans like a “personal Space” of nearly two feet, and will back up as if you are “in their face; if you get closer, even in a casual conversation, or upon an introduction to someone. In Hispanic cultures and Western European cultures, people stand much closer when speaking and are offended when we “get out of my face Americans” take a step back as they speak to us.
I have often wondered how “persona space becomes a habit among different cultures. Perhaps, we should look around and see what the locals are doing before we decided just where to stand!
This is response to a prompt on personal Space at the following link:
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/05/01/daily-prompt-personal-space/
Song for Xavier
Xavier has been waiting forever
For his love to return,
Now he’s feeling more alive than ever
In the fever of his letter !
Xavier has never been sure
That his true love was pure,
As they were torn asunder,
They had to bear that thunder !
Wil they ever come together ?
Their doubts are dressed in leather,
As they lay naked and apart,
Each one playing his part….
Antoine Lenient
March, the 31st.
Théoule’s sunrise
For another horizon !
Insanity is just another word
For supervision and punishment,
So now you just can tell the world,
When will we end this bereavement ?
So what is to be of tomorrow ?
Revolution or derangement ?
Or an everchanging sorrow
Destined to be our slavery ?
If I were you, I’d beg and borrow
Or get lost in your reverie,
We’d better wonder what’s freedom
Than take it for granted, you see…
Don’t forget they try to take control
By any means, technology…
Perhaps you’d better unplug all
Before they take your identity.
So if you fight with doubts and fears,
You have to face reality,
Surely, there will be more tears,
So we’d better avoid the fall,
And learn to learn from history…
For this struggle rules over all,
You know they only seek power,
And money’s power to them all…
So please, don’t you wait forever !
We could sit around the tables,
Anyway, they’re starting to turn…
If you feel uncomfortable,
If you can’t get to sleep at night,
No wonder, you are just able
To feel the menace for your right
To live freely, to live in peace,
But, please, don’t lose yourself in fright,
Don’t let them have another piece…
Listen to Mother Nature’s son,
And listen to your loving niece.
Look for another horizon,
Just try to watch the rising sun,
And think of the prodigal son !
March, the 13th
Jesus-Christ
To Allan Parker, to all those fighting for civil rights…
1964, Mississipi burning,
Crosses all the way, throughout the U.S.A.,
Black people are marching
To fight for civil rights, for better days !
Why did so many die ?
And why all this hatred ?
That racist anger leads to lies,
And these crimes perpetrated
Are Meursault’s chains…
How to end this coldness ?
How to stop being slaves ?
Be smarter than foxes,
And be as brave as lions !
Be stronger than sickness,
By your demonstrations !
Hold them around the world
For Peace, Love and for Hope ,
Come on and spread the word :
Jesus will take you Home,
Let Jesus be your guide,
Let Jesus be your Love !
March, the 11th
Wishes
In touch with all the ones I love,
And I still long to rise above
That melancholy that got me
On the road to my liberty…
So many years had to go by
Before I learnt to say goodbye
To all the people that made me,
Still I cling to my memories !
Surely I have to pray again
And to let go of all the pain
That used to bite me for so long,
Now I must say that I belong
To a home that’s a mistery…
And to escape my misery,
I shall and I will walk again,
For there is so much more to gain !
March, the 4th
theblackandwhitedragonfly 