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For sale : shining armour and white charger

23 Thursday Jan 2020

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inkdrawig, Life

Because Princes face challenges too…. and education is good to have…

(Not related to Prince Harry leaving the firm, though. This drawing was done in Oct 2018)

Crown and Armour for sale FV

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We are all mourners today.

15 Sunday Nov 2015

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peace

The world mourns not just the victims but the values attached to liberty and the precious gift of life.

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I guess the mothers of the suicide bombers mourn their child today and have no answer to ease their pain.

Peace should drive our actions and thoughts today and every day of our life.

Peace and light be with us all, today and forever

F

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I am ffffFrench

14 Saturday Nov 2015

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French, Paris

What’s on my mind, folks? I tell you what’s on my mind : I am‪#‎ffffFrench‬. I feel more #ffffFrench than yesterday morning. I’ll tell you why. First here’s my quote on this flag, I tinkered and old flag image a bit, recaps well all this.

#ffffFrench
I see my ‪#‎compatriots‬ in ‪#‎France‬ hit and down, bleeding and dead,
I see their blood on the pavement and the tears, the horrendous use of other humans to kill blindly innocent people,
I see the cowardliness of so-called noble fighters who call themselves defenders of integrity, who only prove once more that violence organises their “model” society and show the limits of their hypocrisy.
I see a people who has fought bitter battles in the past,and has won, alongside others or for others, I recall Lafayette helping the American young nation getting its sovereignty, I could name Malplaquet and Dorylaeum, the battle of the Chesapeake, the battle of the Vosges, Lodi, all the battles between 1914 and 1918, Koufra and Bir-Akeim, Operation Dragon and the Battle of Normandy, the terrorists attacks in Paris in 1995 and the Charlie hedbo tragedy…
I see the flag of freedom punctured by the poisonous stakes of hate,
I see my blood running in my veins bleeding onto this beloved flag to give it its red color.
Let me explain the flag that I cherish : there is the blue for the eternal skies of freedom that every human being should be able to enjoy above his head,
there is the white, like the immaculate page onto which my compatriots and any lover of freedom can write their own sacred story, and there is my favorite colour : the red. Like the blood of life, the blood of anonymous heroes fallen and not forgotten, and innocent people randomly killed and martyrs of liberty. Red, like the fire and the passion with which we fight back. Unafraid.
For one who falls, seven stand up.
Because we are ffffFrench. As in free, fighting-fit, free-thinking, fearless French. It’s in our blood. Even when it stains the streets, it remains the blood of ‪#‎liberty‬

I am also friendly, fun, frank, and now, fortified.

Be well you all and fear not.

ffffFloreva

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Busy busy, London and a poetry prize

27 Wednesday Aug 2014

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Aquashard, book, David Burland Poetry Prize, London, Monty Python, Poetry Prize, writing.

Hi folks

well, it’s been a long pause, not only because of summertime.

The time between the last post and this one saw many changes in me, for me and those around me, long story short : all areas are impacted : friends, family, health, work, personal and less personal, adjustments and all along with me in this adventure : the emotional roller coaster (not just me, but the ones close to me too).  

To stay afloat and remain “zen” one solution >> meditation and deep breathing. Even moved houses >> paint job ongoing!

Good news is I focused more on writing and career and reached the final sentence of 2nd book (drama novel), on which I had been working for more than 3 years and a half. Sent to publisher, there will be some editing, but the baby has safely been delivered.

Secondly, personal growth (always good I should say) and greater clarity about career path, and side tracks, new ideas and new friends (kindred spirits,  who cannot like that?) and business partnership taking shape (oh Joy).

Thirdly, glorious time in London (work, research, friendships and a bit of craziness with sister >>>delightful). In LDN I met incredible people, went to incredible venues and parties and even was invited to the ceremony of lawyers being called to the bar in one of the 4 Inns, it was fantastic, saw old friends, made new ones and got to make new acquaintances, went for a drink at the Aquashard  and had dinner at the Oxo Brasserie with lil sis. Went to Chichester theater Fest, attended talks and strolled the hills of the Heath. Even went to see the last live show of the Monty Python gang! Such fun! Monty Pythoned since an early age, I could not miss it.

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Oh the glorious, glorious time!

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And lastly, my poem  “Vingt ans en Quatorze” (Twenty years old in 1914) received the 1st Prize, category French, from the David Burland Poetry Prize, based in the UK. Great honor and deep joy.

Happy? More than that!

Adios, Pharrell Williams ! You can stay in your room, because I M HAPPY and I am the one who set fire to the dancefloor  this 18th of August when the results were published!

My mind is bursting with ideas, I am finishing another story (ebook maybe?) and a set of short stories for lit comps.

Developing a certain project also,  that has nothing to do with the written word and it make me feel good too,  I am a bit tired but am bursting with energy on a creative level.

Hope you are feeling energised too, and supremely so!

So long folks! Be successful, stay safe, create and nurture well your body, spirit, and mind.

F  

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Be yourself and be proud of it.

19 Monday Nov 2012

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Inspirational, Philosophy, self-empowerment

It does not take much and it makes all the difference.

Be yourself and be proud. A good philosophy, I should say….

So, here’s the only possible advice : Whatever your field, have you chosen your path or not (so far, things seemingly impossible at 25 can turn available to do 10 years later), there’s a way to make the best out of it : be yourself.

It’s sometimes scary, but try it, even if the others are surprised or do not fully understand. Allow yourself to be true and sincere. Because you need to allow your inner self to be known in order to recognize it yourself. You do not need to be strong all the time. Others need you to be strong, because it’s easier that way, minimum effort to be made. On the other hand, one can get tired of being always cheerful and with a smile plastered on the face, when one feels one needs a rest.

Via sonelscorner.blogspot;com

It may be extremely long to figure out and to accept. But happiness, better still, bliss is worth the try, don’t you think?

Be bold.

Be fearlessly audacious.

Be as strong as you can. Allow yourself to be as weak as you feel. Hold on to your personal beliefs.

Honor yourself. Honor your emotions. They exist, they just need to be acknowledged for what they are and are then better dealt with afterwards.

Don’t let go of your very essence.

No one, NO ONE, will ever tackle the battlefield in your shoes. Some may fight for some rights they think they share with you, because they will find their achievement or their goal, or a brief distraction from their own struggle  in doing so, but remember, that in the end, you alone can fight for your self, and by your self.

You may and will find support and comrades entangled in the same human condition while en route to find your voice, you will also encounter joykillers, or abusive friends (and I wish you, instead, to stumble upon a fairplay enemy), and emotion cheaters or oblivious people…

Don’t let go of what is the true you, and do not be ashamed of your actions when they are a pure and sincere expression of you (provided, of course, they’re not malicious, that’s obvious, hey mate) or of your sheer emotions.

At least, 50% you meet do not like you, so be it… But for the right reason, ok?  People do not have to tell you what will bring you happiness. They do not know you, they do not know what your life is, if they are scared when you open a little the door about yourself, then, you won’t waste time with them, because who you are does not interest them. But only what you offer and what they can grab from you is the motivation.

Via Pinterest (Natalie May)

Be yourself, know yourself, embrace yourself with love. Empower yourself. It’s easy, it’s free, it can make happiness last forever. It’s within you and there’s chance that the discreet source inside your soul is obliterated by the tumult of this society or the uproar of others surrounding you. So listen carefully, trust it, trust your guts and your intuition and hold on to it.

Life’s too short.

Life really is too short…

Live.

Live as the being you are meant to be, not as the character they want you to embody.

I started to do it, and it’s better.

Floreva, a little more self-empowered tonight…

 

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Parallel worlds

13 Tuesday Nov 2012

Posted by Floreva in Enchanting world, This world we live in, Writing

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characters, deja-vu, meditation

Have you ever experienced it?

You write a scene with your fictional characters and bam! it happens in your life? Even when the two events occur one year apart? I mean, the scenes described occurred and everything fell exactly into place, what they do, or say (or say not). Or someone reads what you’ve written 18 months ago and just say : “Hey, I know that”, and you’ve just met them 3 months ago? (because we need to be read, right? it fuels our need to explain why we write, the reason of our being here, and makes sense when everything else just makes no sense at all).

Or you just put a certain set of information and details about some characters and they show up  for real? You meet people with those details in their life and they share it with you, things about them, things they do or have done, places they’ ve gone to, loooong after you created your fictional characters (like, 3 and 2 years ago….), and you think you’re trapped into the rewind thing of your dvd…

And it feels as if two parallels worlds have converged by chance (or is it?) into one event before continuing their own path, still parallel but bound to intertwine again…because you just happen to know it, deep down… see what I mean? Like, when you walk into a place and it feels just so familiar? You KNOW details about that place, even if it’s the first time you are here. As if your eyes and your body recognize it. This deja-vu impression may be quite disturbing or puzzling, I must say. Ever experienced it?

Weird, right?

Or is it just me?

Or is it normal, because the oddjobbers might have that “special” sensitivity/sensitiveness that makes them feel things long before they happen?

I am puzzled and baffled altogether, I must say.

Something of the kind just took place some days ago. And I had forgotten a good deal about what I had written in the 1st part of this drama, because I’ve edited it over a year now,and I am involved in other projects and in the second part of the drama…

Weeeiird.

Or is it because , having started to meditate, I see more clearly some aspects that were so buried inside me that, I kept stumbling upon, without even noticing there was recurring pattern?

 

I must find the samuraï within me and stop letting myself being troubled by such things, it’s ridiculous.

I must go back to my writings. No time to feel lightheaded.

I promise the next post will be more grounded and down to earth.

Happy day to you, dear readers, before this world ends in flames and chaos.

Floreva

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Twee-ee-ee-ee-eet, tweet, tweet, tweet

09 Saturday Jun 2012

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screenwriting

We all know the Everly brothers and their song “Dream, dream dream”.

Source : wikipedia, Everly Brothers

Have a try, replace the word “dream” by “Tweet” and you’ll get the picture. It works with the entire song, without becoming (too) silly 😉

I decided to bring some fun in my Tw*tter bio (life is so short, you know and a smile is always worth a bit of taking (small) risks* (my account being suspended?), and I have taken the pledge to “update” it  everyother day, with a funny aspect of my life/aspirations/whatever momental inspiration, hence my post here.

*hey buddy, that’s “auto-derision” and ironic, of course …

Check it out and let me know if you smiled. Good day to you.

PS : More seriously : one screenwriting idea : “What if Julius Cesar was utterly shy and short-sighted, afraid of horses, and keen on playing  chess all day  but at one point got kicked in the ass coached  by his wife to conquer the world ?

What do you think about that one?

Too Mel-Brook-ish ? Not new? (maybe)

😉

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Ordinary week ?

04 Monday Jun 2012

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It’s been an ordinary week. For me, for friends. For most. Work, entertainment, family, gatherings, thoughts on our western way of living, news from far away, recycling,  harvesting tomatoes in the garden, switching on green power as much as possible…. Ordinary week of an ordinary citizen of the world in an ordinary city of the western world.

Saturday : wedding day (not mine).

At the Arboretum, in the woods. Reception took place in a residential district of town. 

Sunday : writing, misc., gardening and later, dinner with friends.

I gave to the host a poem I had written for him, inspired by a precise fact of his family history, and the hostess (his beautiful girlfriend) was given a bouquet of roses.

The cocktail Planteur I was served was one of the best I have ever tasted, made with old Rum from Martinique and honey from the grandfather’s beehives. Wonderful evening.

Monday : Memorial Day in the USA. Some rare places open, otherwise everything is closed.

A day to honor all American soldiers who have died in service.

(Gettysburg American Civil War Memorial).

My Flag stood outside the house. There is Remembrance day, or the 11th of November. Another occasion to honor the the simple soldier does not seem redundant, so hereby I pay my respects to all those beings, men and women who lost their lives in service, or as casualties of war.

The same cemetery before the Second World War

(Neuville St Vaast, German cemetery WWI. Photo ante WWII) Photo: Zinsel

I remember the war cemeteries I visited in Normandy and in the Somme.  I remember them in Besançon, Bretteville-sur-Laize, Saint-Avold, Colleville-sur-Mer, Bayeux, La Cambe, St Mihiel, Vimy, Loos, Douaumont, Ypres and Vladslo, Gettysburg, Ayette, Bapaume, Bray -sur-Somme,  Florence, Delville, Fricourt, Thiépval, Neuville-Saint-Vaast …

I remember the battlefields in Scotland, England, France, Belgium, America, Germany, Poland, Italy, India… There are so many I have not seen yet.

Recycling and gardening most of the day. A stroll on the bayou, fresh air.

Tuesday : working on the musical project .

My proof-reader came over for lunch and chat about our work (my writing , her reading my prose).

Wednesday : can’t remember.

Working on some corrected material probably. Oh, yes. Saw one ep. of “Damage”, a series with Glen Close. Liked it. Took steps in going more green, tried (again) the raw cooking.

Thursday : Alert for dangerous storms and lightening.

Water was pouring. Good for the plants and the water reservoirs. Had to cancel an appointment.  I read comments on the newly elected  French President in the papers. Skyped with my family members. Took a shot of caffeine with my fave Dinosaur (he’s on a diet, no sugar for him).

While sipping my coffee, I remembered a sentence I read on a sticker on a car : “Fight stupidization”. Nice quote. Then I felt cynical : Ok, but how? By educating people? And who wants to fight stupidization? That’s an odd job. Don’t we all want to be educated, not in the perspective to change mentalities, but to get a higher-paid job, to be able to buy stuff ? More and more stuff to stuff our closets and our shallow conversations and our empty minds and brain and hearts?

Friday :

I worked on corrections again on the techno-thrilller, wrote a poem about some oddities of life.

Later in the afternoon, met a friend at the “Beach” (a pool that looks like a resort, with sand and a lake), enjoyed the sun, a nice chat, a nice friendship, before welcoming friends for a typical Jura (French with wine) meal. Uber wonderful evening with great people.

Over that period of time, naturally, extraordinary things happened too, don’t get me wrong.

The constant flow of bad news brings the world closer. And frustrating enough, the impossibility to escape the role of dismayed witness. The Houla massacre, the crash of the plane in Lagos, the news (not new yet, dated April 19th) of another discovery of a little girl (hours old) under a tree in Gurgaon, abandoned after the  birth because she is a girl. Such a behavior is epidemic in Asia. Sex-ratio birth is unbalanced there, in India and in China. And because this violence against women and girls  has not come to an end YET (I am above anger, although this is more than revolting) , the gap deepens between number of boy birth and number of girl birth. They are lacking 10 millions girls. The deficit of girls in Asia leads now to raids in the neighboring countries to kidnap baby girls.

You read correctly.

Is is still possible that we are witnessing such stupidity and deshumanization of  mankind, in the 21st  century? After all the atrocities or proven stupidities of the past decades? After the Red Khmers, multiple wars, deadly diseases provoked/spread by stupid behaviours, uber-liberalism and reign of finance, communism, various dictatorships, hazardous childbirth policies, genetic modification of plants, overexploitation of natural resources, pollution of water, soils and air? After all those systems or concepts that have proven their limits and their inaccuracy for the sake of Earthbound livings?

 Along with Cicero, I ask thy, Earthling : Cui bono? (For whose benefit is it?)

When will “influent” people realise that money is not edible? That our brains need to be used  with intelligence? What are we waiting for? Is mankind waiting for the last leaf to drop from the last tree to start changing its behaviour?

Who said we live in a safer world? (Have you noticed? The cynical in me is back, and is seeking to become a permanent lodger).

Let’s hope HOPE HOPE that humans have not ENTIRELY lost their common sense.

But still, is there any reason why we should not think  massive stupidization of humanity is not knocking at the door?

Is the artist now still in charge of denouncing the system and the perversion of the soul by materialism and absence of ethics? Or has he also chosen money over purity?

Let’s nurture our minds, and our common sense. Let’s read Plato, Socrates, Kant, Lévi-Strauss (the anthropologist and ethnologist, not the founder of a pants company), Jankelevitch, Proust, the Good Book and more poetry…

And let’s have another bar of emergency chocolate.

Another ordinary week  awaits us…Full of surprises, fears, stupidity, intelligence maybe, act of generosity, virtues not yet defunct, and so much more. Whose side are you on?

Wishing mankind all the best not to speed up its decadence…

Floreva, very disappointed and cynical tonight, but still full of HOPE. 

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