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Compliments

- "Oh, you're really beautiful, I ..."

- "Go to another lovesick dodge. "

Yes but no, I protest strongly! Why is it that people now see the hidden meanings everywhere, including the compliments? Has there be no longer the law to tell someone that is beautiful, for example, without creating thousands of innuendo in his mind via a pathway leading to implicit wrong?

I'm still able to find nature beautiful, and I would say, but for people is less clear. However, I try to keep my sincerity. Who has not seen his heart warmed by a compliment or two? Would you have this habit be lost because of questionable and often incorrect interpretations? The man became suspicious of his fellows, but all this gives rise to a lack of candor in the end. Or is it the frank nature of the non-human, that would have made them suspicious about his fellows?

Have not you noticed how we sanitize our words to make them edible? We camouflage our criticisms to make them less sharp, and do moderate our compliments to make them less suspicious ...

So do not lose our ability to speak frankly with our hearts, namely as a compliment blame our surroundings for what they are or do. And most importantly, learn again how to listen to these words, without looking for meaning often implied absent without creating detours.

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"injured fox, fox dying ...

Lying among the trees cold, bare and leafless in the grip of pain, one can hardly say that the beast was still a few hours ago, a hero to his people, he protected the body and soul.

His slow breathing does not much hope, the hunter was hunted, killed by man, the hook has failed to address the lead. A fight unfair uncontested victory, but what pride for this "winner"?

The animal, however, is capable of something more powerful than man, such as face her pain. Painfully, he gets up and starts walking distance to the rocks a little further, on the edge of the wood.

The animal has not this quality, against the cruel man. It is also capable of dignity, even facing death. No tears this hero, no complaints, no scandal. He knows how to cope with fate, without dwelling on his fate, yet fatal.

The animal also has a vision for the honor more accomplished than that of her killer ... He who hunted not only for its needs and those of his own, that won him this senseless murder and unjustified?

Worn out, exhausted, he ends up falling all its weight among the rocks. Her gaze is troubled, his hearing becomes blurred, yet it can already hear the crows swirling around him, as the messengers of death.

Filled with cowardice and weakness, the hunter moves away. The hunted him, closes his eyes, a sigh of relief.

Is not the strongest who thinks so. Not winning the apparent winner. "

All this because the human race is that lice without scruple, no code of honor, without pride, without pity and without the slightest ounce of loyalty. The fighting most will never remain easily won great victories and cowardice will never pay. Do not stay human, challenge yourself !

(Inspired by "Wolves In The Throne Room - I Will Lay Down My Bones Among the Rocks and Roots")

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Depression. A term commonly used among today's youth . It is depressed at any cost. Who really is? I do not know ... Many are looking for an alibi, an excuse ... My host has he been depressed? I do not know. Demotivated, falling from nowhere to nowhere, yes. Without faith no more carrier, without lens, without interest in life, yes. Depressed ... who knows.

Anyway, my host does not like fashion. And depression has become the fashion of young pseudo-psychological distress. Without understanding the basics of this disease, it invokes all the sauces, as we leave an umbrella during a downpour. I think the real sick laugh many people there looking for excuses ... they still had the heart to laugh them.

So this whole chips unhealthy spiritual filth out of our minds clouded, and move forward. This passage has strengthened the spirit of my host, but it's past history. There is no need to put in the spiral of despair to demonstrate a Psychology rich and intelligent, or to feel emotions. There is no need that to appreciate the sadness of an autumn or winter melancholy. And will not suffer from this type of "depression" that will decide not to suffer.

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Monastery Sanahin: "Forgive me, O Lord, I confess any sin ...". In

When in Alaverdi and you want to go Sanahin to see his monastery dating from the tenth and thirteenth century, it is better does not rush his body with unnecessary physical effort, but rather to keep the economy of this country ... taking a bus. It is also responsible tourism and sustainable ...

Thus, you can enjoy the ride to watch the people, too, watching you, whispering in their ear neighbors (it is useless to whisper, I do not understand the Armenian ...) while throwing anxious glances and sometimes disapproving of my piercings and my long neck soon.

As usual, click on pictures to enlarge ... do not be afraid ...

Sanahin arrived at, a walk in the sun awaits us. Yippee! I love when the sun melted my neck and sprayed the retina of my delicate eyes. What a wonderful feeling ...

Hey, I borrowed this much ass for this little trip, but I'm not very confident capricious in these animals ...

Well, finally, after several complaints launched into space and a bit of resignation, we finally arrived at the place that interests us.

I will not retrace the history of the place ... lack of knowledge, but mostly because I do not envy. It's true what ... you just have to come to Armenia to learn everything. Or surf the Internet if you do not have time ... And do not count on me to make this easier by offering you a link ... Ah ah ah, I'm evil ...

The building is quite impressive, especially when you penetrate to the inside and the temperature suddenly drops 15 degrees without warning. Stone throughout the impression and inexplicable that it is better not to mufti or risk seeing the doomsday arrive earlier than expected ...

Just soak up the atmosphere then.

The black and white is required.

Back to color outside the monastery ...

OK, we can expect everything in Armenia. But here, the guys were still strong. After a few minutes walk, children's cries are heard ... A school is nearby. So nothing unusual, except that here ... when approaching a little, you come face to face with ... a MIG. Like that, without warning. Hop! J'te crazy it there instead of a khatchkar or source of water as there are approximately every 150 meters in this country.

Not ... then we did in the original ... in the supernatural, I would say.

So what?
megalomania of the mayor exceeded by the buzz around Tatev and his "biggest cable the world" (13 million euros, though, the bazaar ...) and decided to strike a blow? Paranoia of a people Sanahin desperate to leave town if climate catastrophe or nuclear war? Or are we just victims of poisoning caused by fumes emitted by the plant Alaverdi (see previous post )? No, none of this, dear reader ...

The explanation: This is the memorial dedicated to the aircraft designer Artem Mikoyan . He and his brother, Anastasius, president of the Presidium of the Supreme Soviet (that is to say the Head of State) after Brezhnev, are from the city. And a museum devoted to them a few meters from here. We are thus reassured.

This is the only photo I wanted to take in the museum so enjoy ... Contemplate and meditate at length on that.

Too bad the sound is missing, you could hear the students sing softly singing a sort of religious fucks goosebumps ... But with a little imagination ...

MIG again to be absolutely certain that this is not a hallucination ...

A last view of the school and its lovely willow reminds me Selby Junior ... and yes, what do you all his references ...

Back at home, I read the book without any real conviction Armenia, Georgia, Karabakh Patrick Kaplanian (which I do not advise buying though ...) that kindly lent me Lucina, my teacher of Armenian center TAGS Stepanavan and that is in my toilet . A passage challenges me suddenly. I read page 260: "Tipping. The practice of tipping is very common. We left everywhere. For example in the man-with-the-key that you started the church." Dazed and

tremor on the toilet seat ...

OH MY GOD! I forgot to spin a pourliche the old lady who kindly and without ulterior motives-no-open this door of the monastery. She even placed behind a table with all his memories and postcards for me to take a nice picture ...

If in a week, you do not hear from me on this blog, consider this humble post as the last. God have me punished for this sacrilege, this shameful sin that I balance on the internet anyway ... because God knows everything anyway, it is well known.

Money and password to open my Mac is my mattress in case ...