Le livre de contes
Welcome to my book of tales. Let me take your imagination on an adventure.


Words are the most powerful thing in the world. Little do we realize that a simple group of words can affect a government, or an entire population, or the entire world when through the years we’ve seen historical linguists shape the ideals of different and several societies in this age. Yet we are easy to throw off language as if it doesn’t matter what comes out one’s tongue. The pop culture in fact encourages senseless messages to be delivered by “cool” songs of artists who seem to not know a thing about what art truly is. And of course do we define “cool” in a meager and shallow sense? Words are cool, yes, but only when used in a meaningful way.

Now is it delightful to hear you casually tell me “You don’t know anything” like I don’t matter and I’m a complete waste of space?

Or do I have to remind you? Words are powerful.

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4/100 movies I love » The Avengers

If we can’t protect the Earth, you can be damned well sure we’ll avenge it.”

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They ask me what I want to be
I say, “To be a soldier”
They say, “Dear girl
There’s no room for you
In an army full of men”
So a soldier I want no more

They ask me how I want to be
I say, “Painting pictures and people”
They say, “Dear girl
No future awaits
Those silly wishful artists”
So the arts I wish no more

They ask me where I want to be
I say, “In the skies as a pilot”
They say, “Dear girl
Don’t be a fool
A plane’s no place for you”
So the skies I dream no more

They ask me whom I want to be
I say, “A writer of poems and prose”
They say, “Dear girl
Be realistic
You’ll be nothing
With what you long for”
So now where do I go?

They ask me where
Whom, what and how
The person I want to be is
But then they say —-
Be not what you aspire the most
Your dreams are such foolish dreams

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That girl
with skin of porcelain
of lips as dark as blood
a reigning crown of auburn hair
yet eyes that look so sad

But that girl
with freckles on her nose
her lips chapped and bleeding
her hair looked like a rose’s thorns
and a smile so beaming

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I look a woman up and down and say, “Hey, how you doin’?”

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It’s the little lies that hurt the most
Fake candor have much cost
Especially those you say to my face
Those that don’t reach your eyes

Tell me, are we so corrupted in nature
That it’s easier to lie
And to faux honesty and truth
We heavily rely?

So if you ask me if I trust you
I’d have to tell you no
Cause if there’s one thing I learned
It’s the little lies that hurt the most

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I don’t know what it was that made everything more real than how I’ve been seeing things. Maybe it’s the way you smiled at me when we bumped into each other in the supermarket as we rolled our carts towards opposite directions. Maybe it’s because you didn’t change your way when you saw me, yet you also didn’t say hi. Or maybe it’s how you held her hand as she pointed out the stuff you still had to buy. Maybe it’s knowing that you’re really happy with her. And maybe it’s because deep down inside I know you don’t really care about me anymore, that you’re not mad or sad or disappointed. Maybe it’s because I know you feel nothing at all. It’s knowing that I mean absolutely nothing to you and remembering that once in our lives I meant everything to you.

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Friends Reunion Skit with Jimmy Kimmel.

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