Sunday, December 17, 2006

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"One day when we have mastered the winds, waves, tides and gravity, we will exploit the power of love. Then for the second time in the history of the world, man will have discovered fire. " Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
Beyond ...
I sit in front of the mirror,
mind, heart, mind, tangled and Beyond ... notice.
Silence and questioning common vision
And beyond time I want passion

What I see? Who am I? A man in search
He says the reflection. Above all, do not hang your head

Soul innocent as a child you swim
In the hope that the world will be wiser.
Naive - but not in error - the spirit in you sleep
Convinced that the solution is close to Me.
body surface where the slip direction,
You use it as a challenge to your madness.

O certainty of a world of morons
You play we luring life!

The time is near or across the wind
Small princes and enlightened millions
spring forth from within as if by magic
cry And all their sweetness, truth.

The truth? Yes Truth, only today,
one that goes beyond infinity,
one that git in the depths of our heart,
one that glows when the fear fades.

To each is everything, Love,
And now it is time to betray the vultures.

look up, we made straight proudly
beyond time, beyond the blood arrive Our Children!
Love to you they will claim religion loudly and
Let us not be blinded by our ignorance of Gold.

Life has more mystery than Knowledge
So let love guide our Equity.

For each, the power of Living
For each, the portion of Eating,
For each, the magic of the Book
For each Love as intended

Beyond, Our Little Princes fly
To provide and build a world of compassion.

Living and dining
Reading and Loving

Beyond Words, invites himself Truth.

What Color Goes With Light Grey

The "Glasses Frederick" or how to "see what is not seen." Manual. By Emile JAPP


For those who have forgotten me, I will transcribe my notice published in Who's Who before the scandal that forced me to abandon my brutally portfolio of Minister of Finance:


Who's Who

JAPP (Emile, Marie), Inspector of Finance,

born August 15, 1939 to Sarlat (Dordogne).

Son of Jules barking, inspector of finances

and Mrs., nee Mary Courtemont.

Divorced from Miss Yvonne GALLEY (one child: Vincent).

Education: Lycée Henri IV and Law Faculty of PARIS.

Degrees: Bachelor of Laws, graduated from

Institut d'Etudes Politiques PARIS,

Career: student at the Ecole Nationale d'Administration

Assistant Inspector of Finance,

Inspector Finance

Deputy Director of External Finance,

Technical Advisor at the Secretariat General

the Presidency of the Republic, Head of the Treasury,

Secretary of State for the Budget,

Minister of Economy and Finance.

Decorations: Chevalier de la Legion d'Honneur,

Officer of the Order of Merit,

Member of the Group of Thirty, the century

President of the Association of Friends of Georges Clemenceau,

works and works: In Search of a liberal necessary planning

Address: Logis de Sengresse MUGRON 40250


Editor's Note,


In China, where he had removed, Emile barking, the former finance minister, sent me this script and asked me to wait a year to publish it. This delay was necessary to complete the large-scale manufacturing of glasses to Frederick. The publication of this book marks the starting point of distribution on the French market.

PRELUDE Black Tuesday in BERCY


CHAPTER I My two families


CHAPTER II killings Emilio JAPP


CHAPTER III Vincent


CHAPTER IV Goggles to Frederic

CHAPTER V Hypnosis in the teacher RAVANEL


CHAPTER VI Epilogue




PRELUDE



Black Tuesday in BERCY



Tuesday 18 pm in my office as Minister of Finance.

I was preparing my speech to the Council of Ministers of the day when John FOX, my chief of staff, entered decomposed into my office. His hands trembled. He handed me the number of chained Duck tomorrow.

A huge cut under the first page:

"The finances of the French Republic at the hands of the grand-son of Sicilian godfather, Emilio JAPP!".

And the subtitle:

"Information provided by the Italian special services to their French counterparts"

Article resumed, in fact, a confidential note the DIA, the police anti-mafia Italian, that accompanied a flowchart of the main "famiglie" of the Sicilian Cosa Nostra.

After a long journey, the research initiated by General Dalla Chiesa shortly before his assassination, were the three main lifts historic leaders of the "octopus " Vito Genovese, Giuseppe Masseria, Al Capone . Above them, in the shadows, the true "boss of bosses " Emilio barking, my grandfather.

This paper attracted the attention of the French Government on the situation of one of his ministers and the risks of blackmail that could weigh on the holder of a key position in finance and taxation.

The blow was terrible. The document was more than three months. My colleague, Minister of Interior than I had said nothing. Clearly aware, neither Prime Minister nor the President of the Republic had seen fit to alert me or ask me. In their minds, so I would have intentionally concealed that relationship so close. This desire for secrecy on my part does not justify it all suspicion?

I decided to put an immediate end to my political career, one of the most brilliant and promising of my generation: Director of Treasury at thirty-one years, Secretary General of the Government, thirty-five and Minister of Finance thirty-nine.

I wrote on the field my resignation letter. Then I summoned the members of my Cabinet and told them that no more than my father, I never knew who this man we went down and we knew nothing. Then, with my chief of staff, I drew up the guidelines for my successor and was preparing to release my honorable senior staff.

Wednesday, 10 hours, Council of Ministers.

heavy atmosphere.

While the article Duck chained should occupy the minds of all, no mention was made there. I waited until the end of the meeting for request the President of the Republic permission to speak. Briefly, I mentioned the article, recalled the fate of my father, killed in the corps in June 1940 and that of my mother, dead, strafed by German aircraft in return for identifying the body of her husband. Orphan under a year, I was raised by my maternal family. We had never mentioned to me the figure of my paternal grandfather, or my family or around me or in my environment. I added have been bruised more than anything by the fact that no one informed me not alerted. I finished my speech with the delivery of my letter of resignation to the President of the Republic. I informed the Council that I retired to the countryside to think in peace. I assured that I stood at the disposal of any judicial or administrative authority wishing to question me. Then I got up, saluted the head of state with a brief nod and went without anything, not a word or gesture, do not to threaten the heavy silence of that farewell.

Wednesday Afternoon: Departure for my country home in the Landes

between the Elysée and the small village of MUGRON where, shortly before I ' had bought the house from Sengresse, black hole.

Taxi, airport, airline, rental car, my brain had gone down in fog. Only marched in a loop haunting memories of my childhood home and the barking Courtemont. Alas, my memory tortured, would emerge no trace of my grandfather.


Wednesday, December 6, 2006

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The fates lead him who will, they drag him who does not want. Seneca

He walked along the road to eradicating the suffering inflicted on his soul throughout his career, juxtaposing reason of insanity, all embalmed weakening of charms flattering his ego. Life failed him so often. He remained a long time staring into space watching from the time without thinking that the time finally did not exist. He believed in the unknown but had lost track of the known. All intersecting in his mind, and sometimes he seemed to sink into depression growing. Fear watched him many times and his body responded with some occasional pain or infections. His thoughts began to struggle and groan in all directions with such force that his budget had tripled Efferalgan recent years. There was every indication that he was sinking more and more, for he sought, Paradoxically, the elevation of the soul. Within the powerful screams rang, because of anger and sadness. These hidden screams fed her unconscious and opened the door to melancholy. Live among men as it was an absurd thing as each took his destiny selfishly. Thus, it was difficult to match, connect with so many people who finally saw their navel. Himself, seeking God. He did not believe in God, but he tried anyway. He knew that to believe in God, he had already set in his mind. And with a clear picture would end up believing you it really. The universe is alive, with a intelligence superior to humanity just as the creator of a video game is smarter than its creation. To create a world like ours, it is unfathomable intelligence. This universe, therefore, could correspond to the image he had of God. But if the universe was God, that the Earth was a part of the universe, that humans share the Earth, then it was also the universe in him, and therefore God has always lived. We seek God since time immemorial, and we have our eyes wide open for this quest of the holy grail. We listen to the signs we expect his prophet, without really noticing the veil of illusion that we create. He then realized that he needed to see close your eyes and listen. He was always surprised ironic side of life. His pessimism optimism rubbed her very simply, and cohabitation seemed to be a good balance. The world was painful to live but yet so good to lick.

Monday, September 11, 2006

Picyures Of Wainscoating



Sept. 11 ... season 5

"Life is like riding a bicycle must move in order not to lose balance."

Albert Einstein

September 11 2001 ... 5: What about you it is the world five years after the collapse of the Twin Silver? Big question is not ? On the one hand, people are passionate about koh lanta, star ac, the head butt, Zidane, forgetting (but have you they know?) the 1 st genocide of the twenty-first century staying at Darfur, famine, undocumented victims of Mother Nature, Ashamed invasion of Israel in Lebanon, the fact that 20% of the world population uses 80% of natural resources, only half of this beautiful blue planet is poor and divided (more of 3 billion human beings) and the other, the ever increasing emergence of an eating disorder of some compassion for their fellow souls some of which are illustrated in the book smugglers Hope Lawrence Cherisey , the advent of thriving spirituality (spiritual definition: who is on the mind, soul), the inner search of personal fulfillment, a growing awareness that git us a force to be just asking incommensurate channel. "The twenty-first century will be spiritual or it will not "Andre Malraux

September 11, 2001 ... Season 5: The time escapes ... Here are five years past, head down, 5 years of discovery and inner development, always thirsty and quests sweet dreams. Every year, I'll slip a word to describe my mood today summarizing moments of my life. And oddly, or should I say logically the word that comes to mind at this moment is the same pronunciation as the city of my new home, located 100 km Nouméa: La Foa. Have Faith, then, but not have faith in a God or a religion, without brushing against heresy, but even so, in life. And then I think my research for 5 years, it is this faith that I can not find, sometimes affectionate, often sneaking joy, but still ahead of me, like light from a lighthouse guiding my way.
So I'm always on the same spirit, living together from time to time between reason and madness, joy and sorrow,
hope and despair ... This is anyway a common lot to everyone. But I gained confidence during these five years, although, paradoxically, I'm sure of anything, is that life is far more subtle than we think, it pushes us ahead to make us better yesterday, stronger, wiser, every difficulty that comes to us in just to make us grow, raise us higher toward the skies of serenity, calm and finally all the torments that life dares us lay at the feet of our destinies. I then anchored a utopian optimism in life, because it pushes me to the best of the best .... "There is no chance that there are appointments. "Paul Eluard

To close this message, and because these five years was the birth of new souls in shorts, I slide a simple text full of poetry and precision of Children by Khalil Gibran in The prophet
" And a woman who bore a child in his arms said, Speak to us of Children. And he said: Your children are not your children. They are the son and daughters of the Appeal of Life itself. They come through you but not from you. And though they are with you, they do belong not. You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, you can not visit, not even in your dreams. You may strive to be like them, but do not try to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth. The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far. Let your bending in the hand Archer's be for gladness; For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable. "

I hope everyone is doing well and that in a close distant crosses our paths.

Franck

"Experience is not what happens to us is what we do with what happens to us."
Aldous Huxley

Sunday, August 27, 2006

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"The world will never die for lack of wonders, but only for want of wonder" Gilbert Keith Chesterton

follow his path incessant sounds and signs, in turn freeing the mind of madness, good and evil, life of boredom ... Seeking a lesson from my failures, I sink to the depths of my Mecca, hoping again, my reason to survive when the madness. I throw myself headlong into dreams, Utopias, always hoping that the distant days, I report my shots, the destiny that I created.

Monday, June 19, 2006

Monica Rocafforte Free



Very few real words exchanged every day, very little. Maybe falling in love there be that to finally start talking. Maybe it does opens a book to finally begin to hear. Christian Bobin

an overwhelming encounter Drunk
My heart was transformed to infinity
Pretending to fate, an elegant

Correspondence with the soul of life.

Addition of words entwined softness
Fleura now a breeze,
quickened heart beat,
Attis's grace that bet.

Powerless before the flood of love
Who explode in the den of my senses
lost my mind around.
My body, he was inundated with Essence.

My words he climbed from my heart with rapture disturbed
said in the open:
Miss Tinker, let me show you what
your wings are not so unreal ...


Saturday, June 3, 2006

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"If you feel that you are too small to make a difference, try sleeping with a mosquito ... and see which one prevents the other to sleep. " The Dalai Lama

Living his truth seeking the noble truths,
way in life which lies fled
The surface gives way the spiritual,
boundaries yield to a single Earth
colors fade into one Heart.

Always on our wire tightrope, balancing the World advances in amateur caressing the idea that at every step, we are a little more right without realizing that everything is close. But his ego prevents him from feeling the overwhelming burden undermining our filament. He is blind and does not see his greedy termites devour everything inside ...

And I continued on my way to my truth the search for noble truths. I run after the tenderness and softness in the face of sex, naively believing that a princess will read the letters of perfume.

Sex illusion of the senses, intoxicate the body. The displays facial tenderness of the soul. The sweetness comes together with the sensitivity and alchemy creates a bluish Aura. Man still seeking development, is brought to one day leave this beastly side to rise and become a spiritual being: our Holy Grail.

Thursday, January 26, 2006

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"We do not perceive the world that we are prepared to perceive." Bernard Werber

The sun spits on vegetation. The miser liquid sky, sad life makes all this nature. The yellow clears the green. And finally explodes with joy when the clouds, the earth shook with the endless rain. Green takes his place, and the yellow disappears. As if life was always green. In contemplating this change of scenery, why not become humble before this life lesson that Mother Nature offers us?

very Scientists seriously the hypothesis that life would be a widespread illusion. What If? We are so unknown that inevitably, sooner or later scientists will come and shake their discoveries. One day they will tell us that the earth is round. And we poor mortals who believe in a flat earth, water falls behind the horizon, we will laugh our rational mind and even, we care! They will scream that behind the wall of the speed of light is the afterlife, or there is no time, they will explain that elementary particles are tiny vibrating strings and we launch we are beings of energy from vibrations, they will show us that we can get from one point to another without using any vehicle, and even they say that life is an illusion. I smile when I imagine that scientists are exploring the theory of this sentence Buddha: With our thoughts we create the world ..