I heard their screams
I saw them bleed
life ripped out of them
brutally and without mercy
their peace shattered
without heed or warning
all in the name of hatred
and crazy ideology
My people
My country
I saw the face of Liberty
like me,
she was weeping
tears of blood
as her children
were being murdered
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Le glas sonna
mon cœur se brisa
Je vis le visage de la Liberté
qui, comme moi,
pleurait des larmes de sang
alors qu’on assassinait ses enfants
Hugs Nathalie xxx
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Hugs greatly appreciated Antony ❤ xx
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My thoughts and prayers to you, your people and all who’ve suffered like you
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Thank you so much for your kind words and thoughts
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I’m without words. I’m just deeply saddened and entirely disheartened. I’m sending you mental hugs as well!
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Thank you Matt, the support coming from all over the world has been a comfort ❤
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Your piece is excellent and powerful! You have my complete support.
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Thank you Charles, it’s incredibly heartwarming to know – we are all standing together, as one… the whole world against a handful of terrorists…walls of kindness against a trickle of hatred…they will never break us
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Tristes mais juste mots, Nathalie. Depuis vendredi dernier, j’erre un peu partout, comme “une âme en peine”. Peut-être le fait pour nous d’habiter au loin en remet “une couche” à la rage, l’impuissance;) tous ces jeunes gens (et moins jeunes, massacrés par des fous, de pauvres imbéciles… J’ai presque pris un billet d’avion pour aller à Paris. (Peut-être le ferai-je). Pourquoi? Je ne sais pas. Que puis-je faire, sinon… être avec les miens, même ceux que je ne connaissais pas, mes gens, my people, comme tu le dis si bien. Je t’embrasse. Brieuc.
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Oui, je crois effectivement que le fait qu’on se trouve loin en “rajoute” encore, on se sent impuissant et peut être un peu coupable aussi de n’avoir pas “partagé” ces crimes, ces douleurs. Que ferait on de plus si nous étions en France? Rien probablement, mais au moins nous serions “avec eux”. Je t’embrasse aussi — Nathalie
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Tout-à-fait. Biz
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Excellent piece. Well said. My thoughts are with you, and my anger at this crap and the assholes who do it is indescribable. Every paper, magazine and online news outlet should run images of Mohammad non-stop for a month every time this shit happens. This is the free world vs fascist theocracy. Time for the free world to kick some mother f-ing ass!
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Thank you my friend! They will not beat us, they never will, try as they might!
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We must pray for all human beings not just France, but Syria & Palestine.
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Of course, but you must understand that I’m French and the Paris attacks were bound to affect me greatly. I’m well aware of all the other atrocities happening in the world, and my heart bleeds for each and every victim, wherever they are and wherever they’re from. However, the Paris attacks particularly affected me because it’s my country, my people, and France is a civilised country at the heart of Europe, not a place torn by civil war and political instability. Surely you understand?
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Of course I understand you. We must just be patient and be united.
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XOX
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Thank you! ❤
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So very, very sorry!
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Thank you for your thoughts, we are so grateful for them
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Je me suis permis de reblogger ton “Post”. (With all due credits bien sûr)
J’espère que ça ne t’ennuie pas.
(Sinon je l’enlève. Pas de souci)
Je l’ai trouvé très beau et juste dans la tristesse qui nous frappe tous
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Oh mais ça ne m’ennuie pas du tout! Au contraire, je suis flattée 🙂
Merci, c’est un post très simple et écrit très rapidement (quelques minutes seulement) mais il a été écrit avec émotion. J’ai été tellement touchée par les événements de vendredi, je suppose que ça ne pouvait que se ressentir en lisant mes mots même très simples 🇫🇷
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Ce qui se conçoit bien s’énonce clairement
et les mots pour le dire viennent aisément…
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C’est bien vrai! 😊
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C’est toujours dans les vieilles marmites (de M. Boileau par exemple) qu’on fait les meilleures soupes. 🙂
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Où je trouve un drapeau français sur mon mac pour mettre dans mes réponses? 🙂
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Je ne crois pas que ce soit possible de trouver ça sur le mac, j’ai répondu à tes commentaires sur mon iPhone ou iPad d’où le drapeau 😉 mais bien que je ne sois pas super douée en ce qui concerne les ordinateurs, je suis à peu près sûre qu’on ne peut “produire” un drapeau à partir du mac…à moins que je ne sache pas très bien me servir du mien…ce qui est tout à fait possible 😉
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C’est compliqué sur Mac. Mais je l’ai trouvé sur mon I-Phone. Vive la France!
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🇫🇷😉🇫🇷
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Même pas peur. Es-tu allée à Paris? Ou bien les frontières sont-elles encore fermées? J’ai une de ces envies d’aller faire un tour. Malgré les 10-12 000 kms…
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Non je n’y suis pas allée, je suis pourtant beaucoup moins loin! Mais bon, que ce soit la famille ou les amis, ils étaient tous d’opinion que c’était mieux de ne pas y aller, que c’était mieux d’attendre…
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Bien sûr. Et pourtant… J’ai failli prendre un billet. 🙂
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🙂🇫🇷
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de tout cœur… ❤
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❤
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My thoughts are with you and the people of France. The artwork and poetry are splendid.
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Thank you so much, for your kind thoughts and the lovely words
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Oh, and thank you for the reblog as well, I really appreciate it 🙂
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I loved it…
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Reblogged this on Art by Rob Goldstein.
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Thinking of you Nathalie and the people of France. A powerfullu raw piece. Thank you for sharing. ❤️❤️❤️
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Thank you Jennifer! 😘 ❤️
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My heart is broken, my faith tested, but evil cannot win over love. I stand with you and all of France. My great-grandparents immigrated from northern France. My given name is Marjorie Jean.
Sending you hugs.
☕️❤️
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So you’re one of us! Thank you for the support, and you are right: evil cannot win over love. Also, lovely name 😊
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☕️❤️
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A painful incident which have ruined France recently and that pain has been described brilliantly in this poem… That loss cannot be filled…
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Thank you so much. I really appreciate your support, France will bounce back though…hate will never win out over love.
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Visiting here from Equinoxio21… You wrote such a powerful poem… Our hearts might be broken, but we will never give up. All my good thoughts and wishes go to the people of France.
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Thank you so much for your visit and your lovely words of support 🙂
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Such a powerful and raw poem.
😦 I cried as I read this… 😦
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Thank you! I’m sorry if my poem was indirectly the cause of tears but it was written in sorrow after all…
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No problem…I needed to feel something powerful.
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My heart remains broken by the events
Prayers and peace
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Thank you for your thoughts
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So very powerful. All of our hearts bleed and I am sorry I did not see this sooner
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Thank you, the love and support from all around the world was the most wonderful thing
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It must break your heart to see your beautiful Country become the third world shit hole it has.
My heart goes out to all decent Frenchmen and women who live with these dangers every day .
Allons enfants de la Patrie
Le jour de gloire est arrivé!
Contre nous de la tyrannie
L’étendard sanglant est levé
L’étendard sanglant est levé
Entendez-vous dans les campagnes
Mugir ces féroces soldats?
Ils viennent jusque dans vos bras
Égorger nos fils, nos compagnes!
Aux armes, citoyens
Formez vos bataillons
Marchons, marchons!
Qu’un sang impur
Abreuve nos sillons!
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