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The bottom of my love.

Ils sont assis derrière la fenêtre. Une table entre eux. Les regards sont émus, pudiques, contenus. Ils se regardent. Ils nous regardent du dehors, sans trop comprendre, sans trop saisir. Ils auront peur de ce regard. Et puis ils oublient ce regard extérieur. Le first round is a dummy argument, history ... Leaning on the table, they will slowly lose in the eyes. Sometimes as a standoff. Sometimes complicit in the glow. Their hands hold. Then come closer. Then keep it, and shaking a little. Still leaning on the table. Unconcerned about when their surroundings. In wrong way they read. They hold hands. The gesture has passed thought the dirt.
He pulls him and kissed his hand. She pulls her to take better yield. Melt better wrap. The other hand remained on the table are shaking their fingers. People become closer to each other as they walked on the table. They meet, entangle, hold, hold back. The arms diverge on their lips trembling. The moment, time, time stops.

Senses prohibited shattered. They no longer hear the voices who say no. Not see, eyes closed, mouths joined. Breathing stopped, accelerated. They came to search with no entry in the face. Hand in hand, body against body. They recognize themselves. Breath breath cons, they are lost. The inevitable attraction surrounds them. They mix in a close embrace almost painful.

The doors open with a bang. They are, find themselves and discover themselves yet. In this strange place, between two spaces, between two times, between one space and time.

Well yes! Despite the reasonable ideas. Despite scrapes the soul. Despite a lot of good and bad reasons. Anyway. It was good. It was loud, it sounded right. was against the direction of decisions. But this man, I have no fear. Our limits are not scary. And this man, I love it. And that's almost three years. Even askew, today I saw as it grabs me yet. And tomorrow, well it tomorrow.
I say this, I say nothing. It's dreadful, it's confusing, it is incomprehensible. Every time we try to love, it also attempts to "hate each other" is trying to "s'amourlibre. We try. We tried everything, even forgotten by the cicadas that sing all summer. But it is not forgotten. There's something tangled there.

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Anarchism is not a controlled appellation


In November 1889 in Barcelona, a hot debate pitted anarchist communist and collectivist anarchists on the merits of their respective positions. Tarrida Fernando del Marmol, a Cuban exile, put an end by calling for tolerance.


Once understood that the primary purpose of all anarchists are always the abolition of Capitalism and the State and the free trial to establish a free society, he asserted, it should demonstrate what might be called the theoretical tolerance of divergent views of secondary importance.


Marmol conclude by using the now famous expression of anarchism without adjective

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can simply express this idea by saying that anarchism, and that's good, is not a
AOC in
, there is no ownership of this concept and it remains a theory open and called to be transformed again.


gladly I would argue that anarchism is alive and interesting than the condition of respecting the opening and allow these transformations.



(Text by Normand Baillargeon in
Order
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An air of freedom




Voici un petit retour de sœur Emmanuelle ( pas la religieuse fort célèbre mais la frangine ainée du marcheur) sur sa journée de marche avec Pierre dans le Lot.



Quand Pierre a décidé brusquement de faire son tour de France à pied, j'ai senti un air de liberté qui a accompagné ma vie depuis son départ. Waouh ! aller droit devant soi, vers l'inconnu, vers la rencontre, et avec pour seul moyen de transport soi-même... Je pense que cette expérience est pour lui immense. Il peut être fier de sa route. En tout cas moi je suis très fière de lui.

Il était évident for me that I accompany him, were it only for a day! The step-
Caussade Concots was easiest for me (mom of two little ones) since we met our family on the ground do fart seconds at the end of this step.
The 38 miles traveled by my untrained gams have been challenging especially the last 5 miles, which I ran because it was less painful and faster (Pierre, meanwhile walked quietly beside me).
Yet in a short distance, you can live a real journey, and the pain is quickly forgotten. The landscapes are changing rapidly, as footsteps. It is both in anticipation "tiens, tout à l'heure on passera à côté de ce village" et dans l'instant présent, à l'affût des sons ou du silence, à l'écoute de ses pensées et du corps qui conduit doucement vers là ou on va. Finalement, on peut aller loin en peu de temps, sans forcément utiliser la voiture. Notre mode de vie actuel nous fait peut-être oublier que les outils sont là pour nous servir, et non pour nous asservir.

On se sent si libre ainsi ! J'ai retrouvé l'esprit que mes parents ont eu dans notre enfance, en particulier quand ils ont construit une roulotte à cheval et que nous sommes partis en famille, souvent avec un copain embarqué dans l'aventure, les chats et le chien. We had no stress daily distance to go, but each trip (300 kms) was exotic, unforgettable. One of us was going to bike when day declined, in "scout" to find a pleasant spot to spend the night with good grass for our horses Bijou.

Our trips were also inhabited by very different events: peasants (nostalgia for the days of horses on farms), farm workers, artists, people of the road, travelers, whimsical, marginal, nomadic and sedentary (permanent or intermittent or dreaming of being) ...
I think this gift we have made our parents, the joy of using the roads is a wonderful legacy!





Finally, only one regret: not having more to market a step towards the people to meet ...

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In general strike in self-management

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La culture est en laisse. Il se passe quelque chose au Québec actuellement, quelque chose of bad (yes!) for culture and for once, Harper has nothing to do. Our culture is held on a leash. The main problem seems still to be hyper-centralization of it. For now, out of Montreal is no salvation. For the cultural elite of Montreal - Radio-Canada first - which comes from elsewhere in the province appears to have value even if the story is exotic or controversial. It is said, without a second thought surely: "anyway if a particular artist is worth to be heard, it will be heard in Montreal" and his presence on the board Everyone speaks to Julie Couillard sides prove it was correct to focus on his case and that this is another success story copy. Regardless, this is indeed a great success. It's enough to rejoice as the rumor spread and then sales will swell, and culture so it will better. Where is the problem? First it shows a blatant lack of curiosity that plagues our whole society, then it also reveals the lack of alternatives to address them. This is where the Quebec culture seems muzzled.

In my case, personal property, if I wanted a career giving me the opportunity to debate on television shows and other subjects - personal or general - the bad idea was to stay in Quebec City thinking to get there one day. And my frustration was not a legitimate today. If, as I have always said, I chose to stay in Quebec City to work as an actor because there seems to be the ideal place to practice the arts, I did not m 'surprise that we do not talk about my performance in La Presse the following day. So far, so good.

What upsets me though, is what we get when we try to circumvent the general circuit said media folk that includes almost all the television stations, newspapers and radio stations, for frequent waves and currents more marginal here expecting to find a more original and innovative coverage of our culture. Niet. Nothing. Some in the newspaper inserts discrete See, for Radio-Canada, Télé-Québec and that's all. So we fall back on community radio, on local newspapers and blogs, but unfortunately it is still difficult to generate a new stream in Quebec with that. For example, if I'm not looking for information, we will never dare to find out about this expounds such art gallery in the Gaspé, the programming of the next Poetry Festival Three Rivers or on the festival the puppets in Saguenay. If I want to know more about a career as a stage actor who is in his Sesquicentennial theatrical production, I have to wait vraissemblablement why we have exhausted all distribution Virginia the issue Entry Artists ARTV ...

Some of those that oversee and guide our present culture dream of the day they fly into space, others dream of owning their club hockey in the NHL, others seek what other big jokes pockets they will give to hear Bye Bye year Next me, during that time, I dream that the cowardly lousse, my culture, that gives him air!