Time long and painstaking size is almost finished already. The team this year from 4 to 5 persons depending on the day (counting Jean-Marc) is at work since early January. It is work that invites the body and thinking, long-term task, so important to the future life of the plant (see our article last year at the same time). Thus, even if we should not lose the rhythm it takes time to make the right choice of wood carving, wood to leave in short, doing things right, to make the best wine possible. This year, Valentine was not content to inspect the work, he wants to start learning! Pruning Time Time cette long and precise work, IS Nearly already.The over 4 to 5 persons team, Including Jean-Marc has been "working Since early January. This work IS for Demanding Both body and mind, so important for the Future of the Vine (See our article of last year même période). It Is important to work fast to take aim more important time to prune The Vine In The Best Way to Make the best wine possible. This year, Valentine didn't only Come to check if work WAS Properly done, aim to sarted want to Learn!
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
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twisted relationship with the Writing
I have nothing more to write when I'm losing track of my own desires. What can I say? Censorship has settled in my gut until you no longer feel anything. Romances scare me now, like movies. I see myself too often and they influence my life for a fleeting happiness or a fucking legend.
last night I fucked so hard that I forgot to breathe. Under the covers, sweaty and spent my time, I'm exhausted by retaining my cries. I buried my face in the pillow and I have bitten as I bit the shoulder of the kidult once.
It is through the writings that I feel reborn and I write enough to feel alive. So I go out at night to confront my shyness and my naivety. I go to forget that life is written more like when its echoes reach into my bed. I now live the other side of my literary follies.
Emancipated past 17 years, I always feel the need to beg my creative independence. I would like to believe that one day I shall live without crutches, but I know that all these desires come from a need we did not teach me to fill. If one day I let down my pencil with you, make sure you choose the verbs that will guide your actions.
I am a junkie adventures unreal enough to describe them, detoxified by a love that nothing artificial. Yet, I lose, I get bogged down. And I would give my life to continue writing.
I have nothing more to write when I'm losing track of my own desires. What can I say? Censorship has settled in my gut until you no longer feel anything. Romances scare me now, like movies. I see myself too often and they influence my life for a fleeting happiness or a fucking legend.
last night I fucked so hard that I forgot to breathe. Under the covers, sweaty and spent my time, I'm exhausted by retaining my cries. I buried my face in the pillow and I have bitten as I bit the shoulder of the kidult once.
It is through the writings that I feel reborn and I write enough to feel alive. So I go out at night to confront my shyness and my naivety. I go to forget that life is written more like when its echoes reach into my bed. I now live the other side of my literary follies.
Emancipated past 17 years, I always feel the need to beg my creative independence. I would like to believe that one day I shall live without crutches, but I know that all these desires come from a need we did not teach me to fill. If one day I let down my pencil with you, make sure you choose the verbs that will guide your actions.
I am a junkie adventures unreal enough to describe them, detoxified by a love that nothing artificial. Yet, I lose, I get bogged down. And I would give my life to continue writing.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
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Hello, I'm bisexual
The verbal expression is a form of household chore with which I never feel completely comfortable. Therefore I multiply those occasions when I find myself faced with the obligation to speak instead of choosing the way of writing.
Hello, I'm bisexual. In a word, only one, thousands of interpretations. People give reasons as they imply. The presumption is often the mother of all vices. Those who were invented for writing a present otherwise uneventful and those that we hide under the covers to keep a semblance of general empathy. The Earth is populated by gray areas in varying percentages. I forget my own colors to the occasion.
Hello, I'm bisexual, but I did not want to be. Learn gently, like a child, where my place is in a world where everything becomes easy sexuality. I cling to stories sometimes forgotten, never invented. I realize the wealth of details in life and how love is influenced by the winds and the mechanics of escalators.
Hello, I am bisexual and I'm like you. Sometimes a surprising strength, sometimes weak and cynical. There are days when I am looking straight ahead while walking with confidence. Others where I turn around in a spiral, losing my own hidden desires and emotions. Today I am down, but I know my feet.
Hello, I am bisexual and my ability to love is greater than anything. With it comes more extreme colorful living a passion for diversity. I'm getting closer to a community that takes me full to avoid, once again, to be loved compartmentalized. I embrace my difference.
The verbal expression is a form of household chore with which I never feel completely comfortable. Therefore I multiply those occasions when I find myself faced with the obligation to speak instead of choosing the way of writing.
Hello, I'm bisexual. In a word, only one, thousands of interpretations. People give reasons as they imply. The presumption is often the mother of all vices. Those who were invented for writing a present otherwise uneventful and those that we hide under the covers to keep a semblance of general empathy. The Earth is populated by gray areas in varying percentages. I forget my own colors to the occasion.
Hello, I'm bisexual, but I did not want to be. Learn gently, like a child, where my place is in a world where everything becomes easy sexuality. I cling to stories sometimes forgotten, never invented. I realize the wealth of details in life and how love is influenced by the winds and the mechanics of escalators.
Hello, I am bisexual and I'm like you. Sometimes a surprising strength, sometimes weak and cynical. There are days when I am looking straight ahead while walking with confidence. Others where I turn around in a spiral, losing my own hidden desires and emotions. Today I am down, but I know my feet.
Hello, I am bisexual and my ability to love is greater than anything. With it comes more extreme colorful living a passion for diversity. I'm getting closer to a community that takes me full to avoid, once again, to be loved compartmentalized. I embrace my difference.
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