Birthday Cake Four Wheeler

"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.

Jcpenney Beauty Salons

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.