fucking 37 years!
alone to write, it makes me ... uh, actually, nothing.
That way, it makes little but for a Rwandan or Burundian, it's just his life expectancy. So age is something very relative, eh?
In fact, the question we can ask is where I am with my life? (Must be to ask existential questions of the times) If we have no specific purpose, the answer is simple: "I balance". If there are more or less one or even several, is the anniversary of the balance sheet of personal assessment, compared with self, others, to his knowledge of the world, life (stop, I would not go over far this time).
I'm still writing my autobiography (5 pages, this would be a bit stingy, though with some pictures of me and not me, pages not completed crossword, coloring pictures, excerpts from other books as a quote, I can do fastoche 150 pages).
Well, to be honest, my record, eh, it's not giant. Could do better, that's for sure, given my situation for 2 years without contractor client is not the top. M'enfin, I cling like a rock or pan as any elected as mayor, Councillor, Regional Councillor, Regional Councillor, MP MEP, Senator, President of the Republic (that makes it a package positions never affected by unemployment!).
In fact, strength to tread water, I have no feeling of age and at the same time, I know time passes and played against me in my blunting natural impetuosity of young liberal wolf with long teeth (pfff, and if I were, I would not be here to m'introspecter on a blog).
Fortunately, there are Marie-Ségolène Royal (Ibaba) to make me believe again in a better world with his " desires for the future." Mwârf, it makes me think of the encyclical of Pope John Benedict 18 (uh, I know that has spawned) "Enter into hope."
The Future it starts today and while I would not be suffering from advanced senile dementia (eg, retirement at age 60 or even 65 years is not a topic for which I want to beat me because I no desire to "retreat"), I still feel pretty's for lunch contesting the company that I was offered with slogans advertising gnan well-gnan.
Then 37 or 75 years, I do not care as long as I want to act like I want or sing as the Franco-potasarko and ex-future-Belgian-Swiss Djauni (because of the hair color), "want to want" (yeah, well, the reference is not a cultural but fly high it's not my fault if it is he who went the f's).
I say, "there is no age to be wise" (the quotation is really from me, besides I think putting a copyright if you pass the envy of the absence or copy without reference to the author).
That was my first post as a blogger. I want some feedback or encouragement (example: Bravo, wonderful, what deep thought, BHL can get dressed, etc..) Or smear (not too much, I'm fragile, thank you), is thought constructivist (uh, no BHL, please, this is a serious blog here).
alone to write, it makes me ... uh, actually, nothing.
That way, it makes little but for a Rwandan or Burundian, it's just his life expectancy. So age is something very relative, eh?
In fact, the question we can ask is where I am with my life? (Must be to ask existential questions of the times) If we have no specific purpose, the answer is simple: "I balance". If there are more or less one or even several, is the anniversary of the balance sheet of personal assessment, compared with self, others, to his knowledge of the world, life (stop, I would not go over far this time).
I'm still writing my autobiography (5 pages, this would be a bit stingy, though with some pictures of me and not me, pages not completed crossword, coloring pictures, excerpts from other books as a quote, I can do fastoche 150 pages).
Well, to be honest, my record, eh, it's not giant. Could do better, that's for sure, given my situation for 2 years without contractor client is not the top. M'enfin, I cling like a rock or pan as any elected as mayor, Councillor, Regional Councillor, Regional Councillor, MP MEP, Senator, President of the Republic (that makes it a package positions never affected by unemployment!).
In fact, strength to tread water, I have no feeling of age and at the same time, I know time passes and played against me in my blunting natural impetuosity of young liberal wolf with long teeth (pfff, and if I were, I would not be here to m'introspecter on a blog).
Fortunately, there are Marie-Ségolène Royal (Ibaba) to make me believe again in a better world with his " desires for the future." Mwârf, it makes me think of the encyclical of Pope John Benedict 18 (uh, I know that has spawned) "Enter into hope."
The Future it starts today and while I would not be suffering from advanced senile dementia (eg, retirement at age 60 or even 65 years is not a topic for which I want to beat me because I no desire to "retreat"), I still feel pretty's for lunch contesting the company that I was offered with slogans advertising gnan well-gnan.
Then 37 or 75 years, I do not care as long as I want to act like I want or sing as the Franco-potasarko and ex-future-Belgian-Swiss Djauni (because of the hair color), "want to want" (yeah, well, the reference is not a cultural but fly high it's not my fault if it is he who went the f's).
I say, "there is no age to be wise" (the quotation is really from me, besides I think putting a copyright if you pass the envy of the absence or copy without reference to the author).
That was my first post as a blogger. I want some feedback or encouragement (example: Bravo, wonderful, what deep thought, BHL can get dressed, etc..) Or smear (not too much, I'm fragile, thank you), is thought constructivist (uh, no BHL, please, this is a serious blog here).
PS: By the way, happy birthday to those I did not want and vice versa ...
