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Gazette # 1

In search of lost souk



My eyes cry
- You're naked and you're white.
- Shut up or I put on the eyes a burka.
They want nothing to do and also covering:
- We'll talk after the wedding, waiting, you're white and you're single, why?

Why, oh yeah, why? Me, I was just looking souks ... and now I find myself with an existential question more about the arms.

- Because there is less hassled by con-not sure.
- Because we like to watch without speaking.
- Because if we waited until someone comes along, we would not do much.
- Because the day you meet the person who wants to shut his mouth at the same time as you, and Ben is already just won.

First, I am not alone, your eyes incessant nagging me and keep me company in spite of myself, tirelessly. And I'm not white. Finally, not anymore. When you arrive in a foreign country, which is nice, is that you do every thing for the first time. And for example, there is the first time I put the Biafine Beirut. But this is not very different from other times ... it soothes, it's cold.

You know where the souk?
- You're the souk.
- Yeah I know, but ...

So, I raise the nose to the sky I look at my eyes scan me too, but do not judge. They store everything in a mess from my memory, stairs, green will soon be eating them, the windows, every little ledge, salons devastated, those whose construction will never end. I have a soft spot for abandoned houses, their windows escape of effluvia, the smell of a majestic past. I've always wanted to marry the prince of the cake, I am like my house. These homes are castles, and my memory the souk of the situation.


I was just looking the souks of Beirut.
- You want an answer your question, dear?
- Yes, I want to ...
- Do not look, there is none.

Instead, Gucci, Starbucks, Virgin and Dunkin 'Donuts. Impossible to get lost in the souks disappeared, only to Beirut and I like it, I'll just hummus in my life, my love baklava here I am.

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The Gazette de Paris # 25

Mermaid and shut up


Stephanie Schneider, http://a-dream-like-this.blogspot.com/

- Serene.
- Serene ...
- Persuade yourself, calm yourself and that's it.
- Mermaid?
- Good will agree, if you want.

all started one morning in the subway. I left Paris an accordion in his ear. If I still Lovers of St. John in the head arriving on the beach, I do not return. This is where I am transformed.
I want and I demand to go to sea, period. Julie suggested the club mickey on the beach at Dinard, Jerome, the club fuck with rod. I hesitated, not long time to transform myself.

You go on vacation and then you take resolutions, take care of his body, tan without burning, soothe any redness, irritation, decide to heal, not to gouge the small crater that is scraped daily for so long in the secret hope that one day becomes infected for good. Healing force of salt water. Serenity.
Slowly, you sit in the water, do you risk even to lie down, and there did you really look like a beached mermaid. Stranded but in his pomp, I would say its pretty damn good in jellyfish. You look at the horizon, you taste the sea to see if it is salty, so you do not surrender immediately realize that the little boy next to you is throwing sand on it. I take exception, it was never said we do not throw sand on the little mermaid. Damn.

No big words. It is forbidden to walk on the grass of public parks as to its mouth on the beach. Holidays seem a bit of long shot, not easy 1/de believe that I am a mermaid, because I want 2/que I'm not a girl unbearable ... I'm funny even if I do not tan , I'm not so painful as that, even if we get over the cream in the back every 20 minutes and finally, obviously, I do not tan.
Since I do not sing very well, I am not trying attract sailors, and it works. I let the boys and girls play with their heart as we play frisbee while they quietly BBM (black berry messenger). Siren and I am silent. I'm on vacation, I eat books and talk with the seagulls, it is also good.

Step number two: lie on the water. I will not tell tales, but this summer I noted the names of all those who could not make the board. Very slowly, so I unfolded, I want to leave the feet of the water and check that I still have my jellyfish, then I count all my bones. This is not a discovery, but I float. The opportunity to close their eyes and wonder, as does the mistress unimaginative each school year, what is my happiest holiday memory? When my sisters

forgot me in the hotel pool a few hours and that my body went from pale white to bright red? Or the fact that the years following I had to systematically go swimming with a t-shirt to prevent any untoward forgetting painful memories ... who deserves to remain etched in my memory. But what I like best is still the siren of the sea, the day that Dad has imitated that of firefighters. This time, I really failed, I was bleeding, his head against a rock, that year also had been wanting to check if the seawater was always salty. Still, my dad ran into the streets singing tululu tululu.


Linus Lohoff, http://a-dream-like-this.blogspot.com/

Yesterday the cat Pepe died, the holidays are over, children too, it may be where I am transformed. A siren of the sea ... I do not stand by and I will continue to wear my jellyfish in the paved streets of Paris. Make an effort, it's not that complicated, just mimic the fire siren.

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Below Volcano, Malcolm Lowry
quiet life, Marguerite Duras
I confess that I lived , Pablo Neruda
Summer Rain , Marguerite Duras
Desert, The Clésio
The Beast dies Philip Roth
The Memoirs of Hadrian, Marguerite Yourcenar
The Far Loud and Incredibly Close, Jonathan Safran Foer
The Painter of Battles , Arturo Perez-Reverte
The Square, Marguerite Duras
Metaphysics of the tubes, Amelie Nothomb
The Silence of the Sea , Vercors
Letter to a hostage , Antoine de Saint-Exupery
The son of the invisible man François Berléand
The Class François Begaudeau
The Illuminati, Hoda Barakat