Le prochain stage hebdomadaire de DESIGN TEXTILE
que j'anime depuis 2005 auxAteliers d'Art
Contemporain
débutera mercredi 11 février 2009
Module printemps - Programme :
mélange des matières, broderie, teinture, perles, plis,
smocks, peinture sur tissu, crochet, tissage, couture...
Le mercredi de 18h30 à 21h30 du 11 février au 27 mai 2009
public adulte (dès 14 ans)
auxAACrue du Petit Chêne, 95 - 4000 Liège
225 € pour 12 séances (matériel de base compris)
info : www.florica.be inscriptions : 04.221.51.51
When there are friends around The ones I can hug without shame
While the night is growing up We change the world with words
Then I can feel released
The moon is more shining
When there are friends around
The ones you can afford to trust
The ones who never lie
And the night is warmer
And the war is easier With these friends around
We don’t need the music loud
Just listen to the joy To have friends around
The ones who accept you
The ones you love as they are, what they do
The ones you can tell even the wrong things
Inside them
Without being afraid of losing them
Without fearing injuries
The friends who are around Can be far away
From eyes
There is no danger To forget them
You keep them in your flesh
The friends who are around me Saved my life many
times I should thank them
accepting me as I am
The ones I can tell even the bad things Into me.
Last time they assured us it was the last.
Is there someone to remember What teachers taught us?
Is this show enough to blind you?
Of course they use the best way
To convince you
When love is not efficient anymore When war is not exceptional anymore
When fear is just the right way to live
They’ve always found new weapons
To catch you in the web Colours in the box are lighting your
eyes Can’t you find you breathe on this channel?
They gave you a keyboard so you think you have a word to say Then you can stay
quiet Inside Send it to 10 friends in the next 15 seconds or you mother is going to die tonight
Cars are burning again
But this is not the point Ignore rockets Something happen in town Calling to the bank Check what happen there
Honey! Our money has some troubles!
Google made the news
Screens have confirmed it
Headlines in the paper read it too Let’s run to the bank and join the new
battle
Can you live without your portfolio of shares?
Around people can’t eat anymore Away people can’t sleep anymore
There are bombs falling on their heads
But every man to his own shit, son They don’t need us
there We already have people for that job They have been training to manage misery
They have been arming to sort it out
We don’t need to think about it
You should take care about your account
It has been collapsing
Mother! It is the new economic crisis
Your credit card is in danger
Are you able to survive this, boy?
Around people are dying
Away children are starving
But your shares are fading
It is not time to care about earth Funds are exhausted
If you can’t take your holiday
Will you be able to bring up your own child?
Did I miss something
Or we are still loaded while the world is dying?
What are the options? Do I need to like people to love Human being?
It’s not about getting older, but it is still a question of time And mirrors
are still suspicious.
Sometimes I miss myself But it is time for
acceptance In the fairy I should know, in a tale he could tell me.
But this is just life and it is time for acceptance
Maybe I’ll never know
Maybe I don’t need to
All these people who live without past
Can I be one of them?
Outside it is winter and it is war time Again
And stuck into my shell I’m tired
I’m not the one who wants to set off for battle
I’m not the one with the answers
I’m watching those fires away
I’m watching those wounds in the box
May I close my eyes?
They seem to search out blood and fear It is time for acceptance
Perhaps I can’t afford to know
Perhaps I’m not enough strong to
While everyone seems to know it was useless
I had been hopeful
Without any reasons
I just felt like it was the way to carry on
Will I survive without?
Outside it is winter and it is war time
As always Maybe I was wrong: there is no more hope
Even inside Of me
Maybe I’m too old for dreams
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