#hugo conte

[lydiamaya]

PL Teams as baby : Tottenham Hotspur

Hugo Lloris 🤍💙

Pierre Emile Højbjerg 🤍💙

Son Heung-Min 🤍💙 (please tell me if this child is actually Sonny and not some random child again 😭)

Harry Kane 🤍💙

Richarlison 🤍💙 (side note but I would die for Richarlison but especially baby Richarlison)

Matt Doherty 🤍💙

Oliver Skipp 🤍💙

Davinson Sánchez 🤍💙

Bryan Gil 🤍💙

Emerson Royal 🤍💙

Eric Dier 🤍💙

Cristian Romero 🤍💙 (I tried okay, I tried very hard 😭😭)

Ryan Sessegnon 🤍💙

Fraser Forster 🤍💙 (Furthest I could find, from 2007)

Dejan Kulusevski 🤍💙 (loan from Juve)

Djed Spence 🤍💙 (The 1st circled child is him, the other is ESR)

Japhet Tanganga 🤍💙

Papa Matar Sarr 🤍💙 (He's 20 now, the 1st pic is from 2020)

Rodrigo Bentacur 🤍💙

Ben Davies 🤍💙

Clément Lenglet 🤍💙 (loan from Barca)

Yves Bissouma 🤍💙

Brandon Austin 🤍💙 (I am sorry this is the furthest I could find 😭, 1st pic from 2017)

Harvey White 🤍💙

Bonus —: Antonio Conte 🤍💙

[timoswerner]

really really sick of some fans blaming everything solely on the players and saying conte’s innocent. look at newcastle, fulham, brentford, brighton. player for player they have worse squads than us and yet newcastle are smashing it and are in the top 4, the others are playing fucking good football and are in the top half of the table when usually you wouldn’t be surprised to see them in the in the bottom half. the difference? actually being coached well and managers playing to the players strengths instead of playing systems that don’t fucking suit them. the way we set up and play is on conte

[waloeders]

also its super rare that barney or sleip interact with ppl who arent dominants, except this one time before the titan fight where sleipnir does this (under cut bc tw some violence? hugo kicks a lady)

the way he is here.... eughhghh

[mohamedabushaban06]

Hello people, 👋

DEAR LOVELY FRIENDS,

THIS PICTURE YOU SEE👆 WAS MY HOME FOR 3 MONTHS (the war tent) i don’t wish it for my enemy! It made me learn so much things in life and turned to another person i faced suffer, pain, fear, killing, fighting, guns, missiles and so on..

I know it's weired to answer a message for the first time from a stranger, but please please dont skip and give me only 2 minutes to tell you my story🙏

My name is mohammed and i really hope you can share and understand my message🥹 i am an 18 year old young man from gaza. I evacuated out of gaza ,but my family are still in Gaza under the war attack i evacuated to continue my bachelor degree but my financial issues are really hard to afford for continuing my college dream ;because everything i had or shared for my whole life unfortunately now turned to dust and ashes that's why i had to walk in the lane for the power of the internet that why i opened a gofund me campaign so i can reach my current goal for 3000€ and i am so close to reach the goal please i need your help and your hand of support🙏😭

i wish it can really make a difference in my new refugee life. I'm really in need for your help and support for the campaign, and again i'm sorry for bothering

🥹❤🙏

DONATE, SHARE WITH YOUR FRIENDS EVERYWHERE 😭😭🙏🥹

DONATE, SHARE WITH YOUR FRIENDS EVERYWHERE 😭😭🙏🥹

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[variantsofblue]

Have you ever had your dream just out of reach?

This is the case for my friend Mohammed (@mohamedabushaban06).

Mohammed is an 18 year old who survived the genocide in Gaza and was able to evacuate to Qatar to pursue his college education. Despite his struggles with being a refugee and having most of his family still trapped in Gaza, he wants to study medicine in order to help others.

Mohammed is enrolled in university in Qatar and is ready to start his studies but he has one more obstacle standing in his way: the tuition. If Mohammed is unable to raise 3,000 euros by September 6th, he will be expelled from university and possibly deported from Qatar. He has already asked for multiple extensions and this is the final deadline the university has given him.

Please donate what you can to help Mohammed. He is so close to achieving his dream and just needs a little help to reach it.

1623 euros/3000 euros

This fundraiser is vetted by pali.pals on Instagram as well as by association with @/reemash456

Tagging whoever I can think of:

@appsa @neptunerings @fleshdyk3 @buttercuparry

@transmutationisms @schoolhater @malcriada @dlxxv-vetted-donations

@determinate-negation @blackpearlblast @flouryhedgehog

[thedailydescent]

Whether or not my raffle will end up helping anybody, I would like to focus on a few select individuals from my list who have not reached 5K yet and are not getting enough attention:

From lowest to highest:

Mohammed Eid Matar- @mohammedmatat and @matarmoh2024 (€1,175)

Mohammed's fundraiser has been vetted by @/el-shab-hussein @/nabulsi and @/moayesh. Sadly, Tumblr had unfairly deactivated his blog for four months, leaving him unable to campaign for his family. He is now back on Tumblr and asking you all for help.

Mohammed has a little brother and sister, both left critically injured by occupier bombardment and currently needs your help getting them medical treatment! I have chatted with Mohammed a few times and he seems like a wonderful and protective brother, who just wants to do everything he can to help his family. Will you respond to his call?

Hashim & Laila- @hashimsafadi (€1,219)

Laila and Hashim's fundraiser has been vetted by Pali Pals. @victoriawhimsey and others have trying to get them to their short-term goal of €5,000 for months now, but has so far been unsuccessful. Before Oct 7, Hashim was previously NGO coordinator, and Laila a lab specialist in the agriculture ministry. They were happy and had plans of starting a family together. Now their home is destroyed, their careers lost, and their dreams halted. They have already been displaced several times due to orders from occupiers.

Laila and Hashim have already done everything they've needed to do. They've made themselves known online. They're vetted. They put photos and videos of their situation up. They come on frequently to campaign for themselves. What more do you need from them? What will it take for you to finally respond?

Mohammed- @mohamedabushaban06 (€3,079)

Mohammed's fundraiser has been vetted by Pali Pals. Mohammed is an 18 year-old medical student who is studying in Qatar. He previously needed €3,000 in tuition fees to start his semester. He reached his goal, but his journey is far from over.

Mohammed is at risk everyday of being deported back to Gaza if he does not meet his school's financial requirements. This cannot happen. He needs €20,000 to make it through the school year. He has not received a donation in 2 days, despite being spotlighted by @/victoriawhimsey and @/dlxxv-vetted-donations. Please don't forget about Mohammed!

Ruba Abushahan- @rubashsblog and @iyadsobhegaza ($4,210 + CHF166)

Ruba is listed at #90 on the Vetted Gaza Evacuation Fundraiser List, and perhaps is one of the most heartbreaking and frustrating cases I've read about. Ruba had previously raised 27K on her old gofundme (which is listed in the link verification), but the funds were placed on hold with gofundme still slowly processing her appeal to release them. Two other fundraisers have luckily been set up, so people have been requesting refunds from her old gofundme to donate to her new ones, but still, the process has been going depressingly slowly. She has also been spotlighted by @neptunerings and @heliopixels, but it has not been enough.

Ruba is currently in hospital, recovering from an injury she got while being forced to move again. Iyad suffers from a weak heart and needs medical care now. Can people please help them out?

Tagging: @khanger @neptunerings @heliopixels @brutaliakhoa @determinate-negation

@heritageposts @ana-bananya @a-shade-of-blue @underthejollyroger @schoolhater

@dlxxv-vetted-donations @dykesbat @transmutationisms

[gryficowa]

Boycott!

Now that I have your attention:

This is what's missing to the goal:

[tododeku-or-bust]

‏https://gofund.me/a8606c82

Hello, can you help me in my campaign please i need your help, you’re my only hope!!😭❤️🙏

🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾€1,088 raised of €20k

[rjalker]

‏https://gofund.me/a8606c82

Hello, can you help me in my campaign please i need your help, you’re my only hope!!😭❤️🙏

[the-daily-male]

Preliminary Bracket Masterpost

SIDE 1

Shuichi Saihara vs Yu Narukami

Jack Conte vs Jade Harley

Mads Mikkelsen vs Santino D'Antonio

Tyr vs Aurélien_Sama

Lon Hammond Jr. vs Jason Voorhees

Dave Strider vs Michael Stipe

Tim Drake (Red Robin) vs Barack Obama

Prince Henry of Wales vs Sandiction

Rekrap2 vs Russel Ziskey

Logan Howlett (Wolverine) vs Andreas Maler

Dark Cacao Cookie vs Galad Damodren

SIDE 2

Zeemyth vs Bela Lugosi

Kieran Culkin vs Corc Brady

001/Henry Creel/Vecna vs Eijirou Kirishima

Horus Lupercal vs Na-Hun

Remnan vs Godric Unicorn

Xornoth vs Matthew Murdock (Daredevil)

Papa Emeritus vs Lightsong

Johnnie Guilbert vs Ringo

Fitzwilliam Darcy Esquire vs Mark Bonnar

Dr. Andre Lee vs Martin "Marty" Steiber

Joseph Oda vs Albert Einstein

SIDE 3

King Magnifico vs Starlight Glimmer

Charles Smith vs SB737

Toya Todoroki/Dabi vs Richie Tozier

Saundor vs James McAvoy

Qifrey vs Paul David Hewson/Bono

Vampire!Milkman vs Gustav Elijah Åhr

Orpheus vs The Traitor Lord

Matrim Cauthon vs King Mendanbar

Cyrus Pynn/Cydeshow Cy vs Jake Webber

Hikaru Nakamura vs Mortimer

SIDE 4

Happy Chaos vs Commander John Shepard

Sawyer vs Chris Bumstead (CBum)

Ludwig Ahgren vs Bonnie Prince Charlie

Edgar Allan Poe vs Caine

Miles Edgeworth vs Michael Carpenter

Qibli vs Yusuke Kitagawa

Lance Crown vs Man O' War

Lord Huron vs Hiro Mizushima

Link vs Roman Torchwick

David Bowie vs James Spader

Oswald Cobblepot/The Penguin vs Mask

SIDE 5

Thomas Raith vs Pete (the plug) Conlan

Totoro vs Colonel Hugh Pickering

King Arthur vs Scott Lang/Ant-Man

Hector of Troy vs Giovanni

Beast Boy (Garfield Logan) vs Soichiro Yagami

Nagito Komaeda vs Chris Colfer

Todd Chavez vs Preminger

Jordan Fisher vs Yo Yo Ma

Oscar Wilde vs Mephisto

Ulfric Stormcloak vs Ian Dury

Will Arnett vs Leonard Nimoy

SIDE 6

That Chief Guy vs Colby Brock

Hugo Vega vs John Lewis

JayMoji vs Spartacus

Billie Joe Armstrong vs Black☆Star

[humanitysstrongestsoldier1]

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 |𝑅𝐼𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑅𝐿𝐼𝑆𝑂𝑁 𝑑𝑒 𝐴𝑁𝐷𝑅𝐴𝐷𝐸 x Reader

TW: Sexual Content, Cursing

AO3 LINK!!!

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Summary:

Richarlison de Andrade is a kind person who genuinely cares about his team! Nothing gets on his nerves or provokes his hidden rage. All but his personal manager and interpreter. Richarlison is managed by Y/N, a former professional badminton player. She has a... distinct personality. Even though she is not a football player herself, she frequently criticizes Richarlison and offers him advice on how to play. But eventually, Richarlison is fed up with her criticism and lets out his rage.

It seems Y/N is going to have to manage his anger now.

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Notes:

idek why tf im writing this, i hope none of my football loving friends and fam find this, im gonna go hide now😭

I'm an Gunners (arsenal) fan so i felt like a traitor writing this, ur welcome you anon requester, i disregarded my morals for u

NORTH LONDON IS FUCKING RED GET THAT SHIT INSIDE YOUR HEAD

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The raucous screams of Spurs Home fans died away. Arsenal had won the North London Derby 3-1 once more. The Gunners' and their fans' loud applause only added to the pressure on Richarlison, who has yet to score for the Spurs.

Y/N L/N stood on the sidelines, shaking her head. She disliked playing on a team because it required her to interact with others. Y/N was a former professional badminton player with the most powerful smashes and drops in the game. A year ago, she retired and focused more on "helping" other players. She had to get used to the warmth and kindness of a team since she had never been on one.

Y/N had to admit that Arsenal this season was bloodthirsty for victory, and their passion was stronger than any other EPL team. She followed Richarlison, Sonny, Harry K., Hugo Loris, and the other players into the changing room.

"Fucking hell! That was incredibly embarrassing!" The manager, Antonio Conte, yelled as he paced around the room. "How could we have allowed that to happen? It's a disappointment for our home fans as well as for London. I'm not heading to training tomorrow; I need a break from this bullshit! Come to training if you want, but I doubt you will because it appears that your training has been doing shitswork!"

Antonio Conte stormed out of the room, leaving a tense atmosphere in his wake. Y/N turned to face Richarlison, who had tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Richie, hurry up and take a shower; we need to speak about something." Y/N spoke while her arms were crossed across her chest.

Without missing a beat, Richarlison exited the locker room to freshen up.

"You shouldn’t be too rough on him." Sonny said while walking up to her.

"It's the only way he'll learn, and the only way he'll understand how cruel the EPL can be," Y/N said before heading to the garage to retrieve the car.

(In the car)

"Your passes were too conspicuous, and you were moving slowly; it took Ødegaard less than a minute to catch up to what you were doing." Y/N spoke while paying attention to the road.

Richarlison, who is used to receiving criticism, responds, "What would you know? The last time I remember, badminton never used a ball or had an exhausting effect after playing."

Y/N’s eyebrows scrunched: "Do not speak of my sport with such disgrace; you do not understand how fast you have to be on the field and how fast the shuttlecock is. And unlike you, I would actually score.”

Richarlison sighed and slumped into the seat while looking out of the car into the streets of North London.

(Y/N's office, at players compound)

Y/N opened the glass door to her office and dropped the folders and keys on the desk while Richarlison waited for her speech as always. Y/N turned around and folded her arms while leaning on the desk.

"That was shit Richie. You’ve been with the Spurs for almost 2-3 months now and haven’t even scored one goal! Your passes are shit, you tire out too fast because of your damn height, you have no coordination with Sonny, and half the time you look lost in your own head!" Y/N harshly judged.

"I know, I've been trying, but it doesn't seem to work," Richarlison said, his eyes glazing over. "This team is different; it's too much."

"Then try harder or give up. It's not the team, it's you," Y/N abruptly cut him off. "Make no excuses for actions you know you're committing. Kane was ready for the ball, and so was Sonny! You were just too arrogant to try and prove yourself."

Richarlison sighed before responding, "It’s not like that you don’t understand-"

"Oh, but I do! I know what it feels like to thirst for validation. To try and prove that you are the best. Badminton players don’t have teams, so they strive to beat their opponents. That’s what makes them dangerous and ambitious. But you, oh you, are just arrogant and believe you can beat Sonny, so you try and fail over and over and over again." Y/N expresses her growing anger.

Something shifted in Richarlison’s stance and aura. "No. You’re the one failing. You retired not because you had accomplished your goal but because you were lonely. So you decided to find a team. A team where you can feel loved."

Y/N scoffed, "Keep telling yourself that. Without me, you would be nowhere. Without me, your voice would be nothing."

Richarlison took slow steps towards her; his anger was finally emerging. "No. Without me, you would be lying in a pit of your own tears, with nothing but yourself. Alone and broken." Richarlison was very close to her face now, and his eyes showed nothing but rage. "Your sister is all the way across countries saving lives in the OR; your parents are 6 feet under the ground and dead."

"Richarlison, watch your mouth!" Y/N screamed in his face.

"Keep your voice down. Word here spreads fast, darling." Richarlison said while placing his hand over her mouth.

Y/N’s eyebrows scrunched up, and she pushed him off of her. "You asshole! You are nothing to me. How dare you speak of my family in that way! I swear I-"

With his large hand wrapped around her throat, Richarlison spun her around in less than a second and slammed her into the wall. He was breathing heavily, and his eyes were locked on hers. His lips were so dangerously close to hers that one might think it was an attempt at a kiss, but in reality, it was a release of anger.

"I am tired of your critics. Your harsh words cut too deep, Y/N," Richarlison muttered.

Y/N smirked and kept her gaze on his. "Good. The deeper it cuts, the more you learn."

"No, it’s the more I get angry. You have made me hold this rage for so long, princess. I’m ready to let it out."

"You’re pathetic, Richarlison. And so are your abilities; you'll never be as good as the team, and you'll never fit in. I can promise-"

Before Y/N could finish her sentence, Richarlison’s lips roughly smashed on hers, and Y/N’s breath hitched. She didn’t kiss back, so Richarlison pulled her body closer to his. She fell into his warm embrace, and her lips molded with his. Richarlison’s hand, which was previously wrapped around her throat, moved to her waist.

"Be quiet. Not a word from you." He growled out.

His lips moved across her neck, leaving marks all around. Her top had a straight zipper in the front, so he clamped around the zip and dragged it down to her belly button. He continued the attack on her chest and bit the top of her breast. Y/N couldn’t help but release a groan from her mouth, which made her place her hand over her own mouth.

"Move your hand. I want to hear you." Richarlison spoke against her skin; it wasn’t a request, it was an order. And so she obeyed.

His lips dangerously moved lower and lower while Y/N just went along with him. Her short pencil skirt was riding up, showing her thighs off to him. Richarlison released a small, agonizing breath, and not a second later, he ripped off her panties and threw them to the floor. Y/N kicked her heels off and wrapped her arms around his neck as he moved up her body. Once again, his warm lips met hers, and they moved in harmony with hers. He propped her legs around his waist and carried her over to the desk. With one of his arms, he knocked over everything on her desk with one swipe and placed her on it. Through all of this, his lips never left hers until Y/N broke apart for a second.

"I hate you," whispered Y/N with a breathy voice.

"Oh yeah? Good. I’m gonna change that for you, love," Richarlison muttered against her lips.

He moved down to her legs and kneeled in front of her. He looked up at her and smirked at her lust-filled eyes. Y/N smirked and said, "Look at you. Down on your knees for me. How disgraceful."

Richarlison just chuckled before saying, "The only thing that will be disgraceful are the noises that will come out of your mouth when I fuck you."

Y/N’s eyes widened as his hand moved to the underside of her left knee and pushed her leg back. His face met her thick thighs, which were cold due to the air conditioning. The warmth of his cheeks pressed into her thighs.

Richarlison hummed before placing his lips on her inner thigh. "I’m going to love having these wrapped around my face."

His tongue met the juices seeping out from her cunt and spelt his name out. This action made Y/N undone. Her hand tangled in his short hair as he explored her. He pushed in and out of her with his warm tongue, and that’s when she lost it. Y/N gasped, "Richie, fuck! Right there, baby, mm, good boy."

Richarlison paused for a split second, looked at her, and said, "Say that again, princess."

"Say what?" Y/N spoke agitatedly.

"Call me a good boy again."

"Good boy, make me feel good?" Y/N asked, tilting her head.

That broke Richarlison and he continued his attack on her supple flesh between her thighs. His fingers made their way over, and he easily slipped his ring and middle finger inside of her. Y/N moaned at his action and tried to hold herself together so the staff wouldn’t suspect anything. This was dangerous for both of them and their careers. But at this point, they needed to release all of that pent-up rage boiling inside of them. And what better way to do so than with hate sex?

"Im going to make you reach ecstasy so much you will beg for me to stop. This is my revenge. I’m not going to give you the real deal until you beg for it, princess." Richarlison states as he pauses for a quick second, continuing on the moment he’s done speaking.

His tongue never stops moving, rubbing and circling around her clit, stroking her cunt's lips like a hungry predator on the hunt. Y/N's grip on his shoulder tightens as she desperately pumps her hips against his tongue, whining for more. As he made her cum in such an unusual way, Y/N dug her nails into his tanned flesh. She began to rock against his mouth; the knot in her stomach tightened, and his right hand gripped her hip. "That's it, pretty girl, let go for me," he said, his voice heavy and slightly hoarse, after pulling away from her flesh. One more thrust from his fingers, and she was coming undone.

"Richie, oh fuck, oh my god," Y/N moaned, trying to keep quiet.

Richarlison got up off of his knees and grabbed the back of her head, pushing his lips against hers harshly. He pulls away and says, "I’m not done with you yet. Let’s pray that no one is outside, because I’m going to make you scream bloody murder."

He lets go of her, picks her up, and throws her over his shoulder in a swift movement.

"Richie, if someone sees us, we are fucked," Y/N said frantically.

"That’s their problem, not mine; you caused this, remember that. So you are going to manage my anger," Richarlison replies as he opens the door to her office.

Every action has an equal and opposite reaction, according to Sir Isaac Newton. But the consequences of Y/N’s actions were more than equal. The consequence wasn’t painful; it was heavenly and torturous at the same time. Y/N had a job, and that job was to manage every need Richarlison de Andrade had, and this time it was his anger she would need to manage. And so she would, regardless of the cost.

[tournevole]

Un peu de musique - Victor Hugo

Écoutez ! — Comme un nid qui murmure invisible, Un bruit confus s’approche, et des rires, des voix, Des pas, sortent du fond vertigineux des bois. Et voici qu’à travers la grande forêt brune Qu’emplit la rêverie immense de la lune, On entend frissonner et vibrer mollement, Communiquant aux bois son doux frémissement, La guitare des monts d’Inspruck, reconnaissable Au grelot de son manche où sonne un grain de sable ; Il s’y mêle la voix d’un homme, et ce frisson Prend un sens et devient une vague chanson : « Si tu veux, faisons un rêve : Montons sur deux palefrois ; Tu m’emmènes, je t’enlève.  L’oiseau chante dans les bois.

 « Je suis ton maître et ta proie ; Partons, c’est la fin du jour ; Mon cheval sera la joie, Ton cheval sera l’amour.  « Nous ferons toucher leurs têtes ; Les voyages sont aisés ; Nous donnerons à ces bêtes Une avoine de baisers.  « Viens ! nos doux chevaux mensonges Frappent du pied tous les deux, Le mien au fond de mes songes, Et le tien au fond des cieux.  « Un bagage est nécessaire ; Nous emporterons nos vœux, Nos bonheurs, notre misère, Et la fleur de tes cheveux.  « Viens, le soir brunit les chênes ; Le moineau rit ; ce moqueur Entend le doux bruit des chaînes Que tu m’as mises au cœur.

 « Ce ne sera point ma faute Si les forêts et les monts, En nous voyant côte à côte, Ne murmurent pas : « Aimons ! »  « Viens, sois tendre, je suis ivre. Ô les verts taillis mouillés ! Ton souffle te fera suivre Des papillons réveillés.  « L’envieux oiseau nocturne, Triste, ouvrira son œil rond ; Les nymphes, penchant leur urne, Dans les grottes souriront ;  « Et diront : « Sommes-nous folles !  « C’est Léandre avec Héro ;  « En écoutant leurs paroles  « Nous laissons tomber notre eau. »  « Allons-nous-en par l’Autriche ! Nous aurons l’aube à nos fronts ; Je serai grand, et toi riche, Puisque nous nous aimerons.  « Allons-nous-en par la terre, Sur nos deux chevaux charmants, Dans l’azur, dans le mystère, Dans les éblouissements !  « Nous entrerons à l’auberge, Et nous paîrons l’hôtelier De ton sourire de vierge, De mon bonjour d’écolier.  « Tu seras dame, et moi comte ; Viens, mon cœur s’épanouit ; Viens, nous conterons ce conte Aux étoiles de la nuit. » La mélodie encor quelques instants se traîne Sous les arbres bleuis par la lune sereine, Puis tremble, puis expire, et la voix qui chantait S’éteint comme un oiseau se pose ; tout se tait.

19ème siècle, Poèmes, Victor Hugo

[satinea]

Dans la forêt

Qu’il est joyeux aujourd’hui

Le chêne aux rameaux sans nombre,

Mystérieux point d’appui

De toute la forêt sombre !

Comme quand nous triomphons,

Il frémit, l’arbre civique ;

Il répand à plis profonds

Sa grande ombre magnifique.

D’où lui vient cette gaieté ?

D’où vient qu’il vibre et se dresse,

Et semble faire à l’été

Une plus fière caresse ?

C’est le quatorze juillet.

À pareil jour, sur la terre

La liberté s’éveillait

Et riait dans le tonnerre.

Peuple, à pareil jour râlait

Le passé, ce noir pirate ;

Paris prenait au collet

La Bastille scélérate.

À pareil jour, un décret

Chassait la nuit de la France,

Et l’infini s’éclairait

Du côté de l’espérance.

Tous les ans, à pareil jour,

Le chêne au Dieu qui nous crée

Envoie un frisson d’amour,

Et rit à l’aube sacrée.

Il se souvient, tout joyeux,

Comme on lui prenait ses branches !

L’âme humaine dans les cieux,

Fière, ouvrait ses ailes blanches.

Car le vieux chêne est gaulois :

Il hait la nuit et le cloître ;

Il ne sait pas d’autres lois

Que d’être grand et de croître.

Il est grec, il est romain ;

Sa cime monte, âpre et noire,

Au-dessus du genre humain

Dans une lueur de gloire.

Sa feuille, chère aux soldats,

Va, sans peur et sans reproche,

Du front d’Epaminondas

À l’uniforme de Hoche.

Il est le vieillard des bois ;

Il a, richesse de l’âge,

Dans sa racine Autrefois,

Et Demain dans son feuillage.

Les rayons, les vents, les eaux,

Tremblent dans toutes ses fibres ;

Comme il a besoin d’oiseaux,

Il aime les peuples libres.

C’est son jour. Il est content.

C’est l’immense anniversaire.

Paris était haletant.

La lumière était sincère.

Au loin roulait le tambour… -

Jour béni ? jour populaire,

Où l’on vit un chant d’amour

Sortir d’un cri de colère !

Il tressaille, aux vents bercé,

Colosse où dans l’ombre austère

L’avenir et le passé

Mêlent leur double mystère.

Les éclipses, s’il en est,

Ce vieux naïf les ignore.

Il sait que tout ce qui naît,

L’œuf muet, le vent sonore,

Le nid rempli de bonheur,

La fleur sortant des décombres,

Est la parole d’honneur

Que Dieu donne aux vivants sombres.

Il sait, calme et souriant,

Sérénité formidable !

Qu’un peuple est un orient,

Et que l’astre est imperdable.

Il me salue en passant,

L’arbre auguste et centenaire ;

Et dans le bois innocent

Qui chante et que je vénère,

Étalant mille couleurs,

Autour du chêne superbe

Toutes les petites fleurs

Font leur toilette dans l’herbe.

L’aurore aux pavots dormants

Verse sa coupe enchantée ;

Le lys met ses diamants ;

La rose est décolletée.

Aux chenilles de velours

Le jasmin tend ses aiguières ;

L’arum conte ses amours,

Et la garance ses guerres.

Le moineau-franc, gai, taquin,

Dans le houx qui se pavoise,

D’un refrain républicain

Orne sa chanson grivoise.

L’ajonc rit près du chemin ;

Tous les buissons des ravines

Ont leur bouquet à la main ;

L’air est plein de voix divines.

Et ce doux monde charmant,

Heureux sous le ciel prospère,

Épanoui, dit gaiement :

C’est la fête du grand-père.

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« Célébration du 14 juillet dans la forêt ».

Victor Hugo, le poète en exil, commémore seul le jour où “la liberté s’éveillait”,, les vers sont rédigés en 1859.

Claude Monet - Forêt de Fontainebleau

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!! In Case Of Stagnation... !!

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According to his Main Post, he evacuated to Qatar from Gaza; is in need of €3,000 for university tuition; and in order to make it into the fall semester, these funds must be there well before Saturday.

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One more tag for reach (and thank you!!)...::

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2 par jour...

Brigitte Giraud, c'est bien ficelé, j'ai eu l'impression d'être dans une salle noire devant un drame "familial", me suis laissée emmener vers cet absurdité cruelle qui mord toujours quand on l'attend pas avec cette absence de lyrisme qui convient à la chose et qui est "reposante" parfois, surtout quand on connaît à l'avance l'issue qui sera fatale. Bon voilà, bof, je lirai autre chose de dame Giraud mais choisi avec soin cette fois et non pas parce qu'il y a une bannière au devant, ce qui n'est pas forcément le cas à l'intérieur...

Amélie, par contre, j'adore, auteur, en passe de devenir fétiche. C'est mon quelqu'unième d'elle et du coup hier dans la foulée, j'ai voulu sitôt terminé celui-ci prolonger la magie, en plongeant direct dans son "Mercure". C'est crescendo. Ici, la lectrice ou lecteur sera à la fois dans un conte, genre petit poucet (mais de loin quand même, ce sont les parents de Tristane et Laeticia qui m'y font penser et puis on nage fréquemment dans une si séduisante invraisemblance, c'est l'effet Amélie) un film, là aussi, il y a du poulain dans l'Amélie, une fable sans morale, j'ai croisé des musiciens mais pas de blème qui m'ont donnée envie, genre Dominique A et puis oh comme je l'ai dit, hein lisez-la, vous en serez baba. Moi j'aime en tous les cas. La fin me laisse sur ma faim, c'est de ta malice, je te reconnais bien là, Amélie...

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"Quand comprendras-tu que les mots ont juste le pouvoir qu'on leur donne ?"

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"Tu marches à voile et à vapeur ? interrogea un ami. – Faire l’amour m’importe. Du moment que je suis amoureuse, cela m’est égal d’avoir en face de moi une fille ou un garçon. – Statistiquement, tu es plus attirée par les hommes ou par les femmes ? – Cette statistique n’existe pas. Je suis attirée par des individus, pas par un sexe en particulier. -Le sexe ne t’intéresse pas ? -Curieuse manière d’interpréter mes paroles."

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"Quand Bobette appela Cosette son quatrième enfant, Nora tenta de l'en dissuader :

-J'adore Victor Hugo, avait protesté l'accouchée.

-Quel destin lui prévois-tu avec un prénom pareil ?

-J'ai besoin que quelqu'un passe le balai chez moi. La grande sœur n'insista plus. La situation était sans espoir."

Amélie Nothomb "Le livre des sœurs" Le Livre de Poche

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Boycott!

You are to boycott corporations and creators who supported Israel, were neutral or remained silent about Palestine…

Now that I have your attention: