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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you ;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too ;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise ;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master ;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools ;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss ;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on" ;

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son !

(Rudyard Kipling)

Tu sera un homme, mon fils !


Si tu peux voir détruit l’ouvrage de ta vie,

Et sans dire un mot te mettre à rebâtir,

Ou perdre en un seul coup le gain de cent parties,

Sans un geste et sans un soupir,

Si tu peux être amant sans être fou d’amour,

Si tu peux être fort sans cesser d’être tendre,

Et, te sentant haï, sans haïr à ton tour,

Pourtant lutter et te défendre,

Si tu peux supporter d’entendre tes paroles,

Travesties par des gueux pour exciter les sots,

Et d’entendre mentir sur toi leurs bouches folles,

Sans mentir toi même d’un mot,

Si tu peux rester digne en étant populaire,

Si tu peux rester peuple en conseillant les Rois,

Et si tu peux aimer tous tes amis en frère,

Sans qu’aucun d’eux soit tout pour toi,

Si tu sais méditer, observer et connaître

Sans jamais devenir sceptique ou destructeur,

Rêver, mais sans laisser jamais ton rêve être ton Maître,

Penser sans n’être qu‘un penseur,

Si tu peux être dur sans jamais être en rage,

Si tu peux être brave et jamais imprudent,

Si tu sais être bon, si tu sais être sage,

Sans être moral ni pédant,

Si tu peux rencontrer triomphe après défaite,

Et recevoir ces deux menteurs d’un même front,

Si tu peux conserver ton courage et ta tête,

Quand tous les autres les perdront,

Alors les Rois, les Dieux, la Chance et la Victoire

Ne seront à tout jamais tes esclaves soumis

Et, ce qui vaut mieux que les Rois et la Gloire,

Tu seras un Homme, mon fils !  



99be685a6da1761817b691d65ea5cb58.jpgLa force des choses
La force de l'âme
La force du vent
La force des innocents

La force des mots

La force de tes yeux

La force du silence
La force de l'âge
La force du temps
La force des sentiments

La force militaire
La force des prières

La force de l'instant

La force du néant
La force d'en finir
La force d'en sourire

La force qui nous reste
La force qui nous lie
La force infinie





The Blood

_Blood__by_Zoeim.jpgThe blood
It oozes
I watch it
It slows
I cut deeper
Bringing more Blood
The Blood
It runs red
It flows
I cut even deeper
Causing more Blood
To ooze
The Blood
It comes
The Blood
Still comes
I cut all the way through
More Blood comes
It doesn't stop
I wait
Still the Blood flows
It won't stop
I drown
In the Blood
The Blood


Je ne veux pas savoir

ab9c19039197126e59ed606a12e9ef11.gifJe ne veux pas savoir ce que tu fais pour gagner ta vie. Je veux savoir ce qui te passionne et si tu as le courage de réaliser tes rêves.

Je ne veux pas savoir quel âge tu as. Je veux savoir si tu peux tout risquer pour l'amour et l'aventure de la vie.

Je ne veux pas savoir sous quel signe tu es né. Je veux savoir si les épreuves de la vie ont ouvert ton coeur ou si, au contraire, elles l'ont fermé à jamais.

Je ne veux pas savoir si tu dis la vérité ou non. Je veux savoir si tu peux supporter le poids d'un accusation et ne pas trahir ton âme, si tu es fidèle et si je peux mettre ma confiance en toi.

Je ne veux pas savoir où tu habites et combien tu gagnes. Je veux savoir si tu peux te relever après avoir connu le désespoir.

Je ne veux pas savoir d'où tu viens. Je veux savoir si tu peux te tenir au milieu du feu avec moi sans reculer.

Je ne veux pas connaître l'objet de tes études. Je veux savoir ce qui t'a permis de continuer quand tu étais découragé.


Untitled nights

i_want_you____by_Zaratops.jpgAt night we tread softly towards the river where we undress.

Everything is slow motion in the silver light of one million diamonds that glow overhead, and our bodies are feathered dove’s wings.

We float together into the grass that stands tall like a thick forest, and lay with our backs to the sky, our arms and legs entangled.

The sounds of night echo in our hearts, smooth but sharp.

Continuous but broken.

Birds and crickets and other wild things.

We can close our eyes, encompassed in dark, and still see each other’s face.

Smiling and sighing.

Our teeth are white pearls, the kind you see around a mermaid’s neck. when five hours come and go, the black will turn to blue like the surface of the ocean, and slowly our cheeks will glow with rose highlights.

Our lips will blossom into warm pink buds, and our cold pale fingertips will become gold flesh again. 

I will touch your skin and sink into the many layers of your warmth, like falling deeper and deeper into a valley of fog.

And we will watch the sun rise from behind closed eyes.

From within each other’s arms.


f9eb83b4c225dcc438166ff7ffb21cee.jpgyou took my hand

and pressed it to my chest,

made me toss my heart

over the edge of the roof,

and said

‘sometimes you need to take a break from this.’


The Open Sky - Sushanna

sky_by_ponter.jpgYou ripple, you oscillate ; you wave,
And crash into my body only to be expelled through my heart like bats fleeing from a cave.
You hold on tight, you give; and you take away,
Amidst the covert transition from night to day.
You are so beautiful that looking at you consumes my mind
with anxiety and strange relief,
The butterflies inside my brain perch quietly only when I am not looking at you in disbelief.
Sometimes I look upon you and wonder if heaven is on Earth; you are my window into the vast unknown,
Only you can bring me solace when you are overcast and you are a daily reminder that I am not alone.
You are the sky, you are the celestial getaway for the mind; you are the center of my life,
You are the moody, whimsical husband and I am the devoted, loving wife.
Because of you the world is alive; every afternoon I worship the color of your skin,
Dark blue above me and deep, deep orange and pink on the horizon.
The sun and the clouds come to together to pay homage and refract sweet light,
After the rain has fallen and the weary clouds go about their business, the setting sun is the most beautiful sight.
When you are black, you are fine--the stars twinkle when they weep,
And when you are blue, you are such a calming force--the butterflies in my head go right to sleep.
When you are sad, the sun loses the will to shine as grey clouds gather and consume,
Ice cold tears fall one after the other and in the distance lightning and silent flashes ominously loom.
When you are hurt, your blood flows thick and quickly across your pink and purple flesh; the sky seems like it is on fire,
And I love it when you are hurting--I want to see the flames go higher and higher.
You are the often ignored beauty; not enough people look up to see what I see,
You are magnificent, beautiful, and strange..you are just like me...


Purple Diary : Terence Koh Poem

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