BeyonceAndJanetInTheSameWeek

I was so happy and overwhelmed to see my 2 divas :) it was definetely worth it, besides that I love Paris

MyHeartIsWhereUR

As the moonlight shines through my window, the sun is still shining through yours.

The only manner to take away my sorrow is to find a way for me to finally be laying in your arms.

It's the sound of your voice, the way you walk, your eyes, your smile, your kiss, your touch, your intelligence and your words! All this make me believe that you might be the man I need in my life.

I see my future in your eyes. Can't wait for the day we will be together to arrive. 

Until then my heart will be right there where you are.

<3 D <3

MonCoupDeCoeur

IfIWereToFallInLove

If I were to fall in love,
It would have to be with you.
Your eyes, your smile,
The way you laugh,
The things you say and do.
Take me to the places,
My heart never knew.
So, if I were to fall in love,
It would have to be with you.
If I were to give my heart,
It would have to be to you,
For you bring things into my life,
So beautiful and new.
Love, so soft and warm beside me,
That I know it’s true,
If I were to give my heart,
It would have to be to you.
I was looking for an answer.
I was looking for a way.
To keep the magic that you bring,
To each and every day.
To live our lives together,
As only lovers do.
It started with a feeling,
And every day it grew,
So, when I knew I was in love,
It had to be with you.

By Ed Walter

 

HopeIsTheLastToDie

What are feelings combined with the physical absence of the person you are in love with?

You may be together in thoughts but is it enough when this absence is prolonged?

You don't want to doubt about the happy issue but life has teached you the hard way that often things don't work out the way you imagined.

And yet you keep on believing!

Because as they say: "Hope is the last to die"

SaveYourSorry (ForColoredGIrlsWhoHaveConsideredSuicideWhenTheRainbowIsEnuf)

One thing i don't need is any more apologies i got sorry greetin me at my front door you can keep yrs i don't know what to do wit em they dont open doors or bring the sun back they dont make me happy or get a mornin paper didnt nobody stop usin my tears to wash cars cuz a sorry i am simply tired of collectin i didnt know i was so important toyou i'm gonna haveta throw some away i cant get to the clothes in my closet for alla the sorries i'm gonna tack a sign to my door leave a message by the phone 'if you called to say yr sorry call somebody else i dont use em anymore' i let sorry/ didnt meanta/ & how cd i know abt that take a walk down a dark & musty street in brooklyn i'm gonna do exactly what i want to & i wont be sorry for none of it letta sorry soothe yr soul/ i'm gonna soothe mine you were always inconsistent doin somethin & then bein sorry beatin my heart to death talkin bout you sorry well i will not call i'm not goin to be nice i will raise my voice & scream & holler & break things & race the engine & tell all yr secrets bout yrself to yr face & i will list in detail everyone of my wonderful lovers & their ways i will play oliver lake loud & i wont be sorry for none of it i loved you on purpose i was open on purpose i still crave vulnerability & close talk & i'm not even sorry bout you bein sorry you can carry all the guilt & grime ya wanna just dont give it to me i cant use another sorry next time you should admit you're mean/ low-down/ triflin/ & no count straight out steada bein sorry alla the time enjoy bein yrself

Written by Ntozake Shange

ForbiddenLove CozIHaveExperiencedIt

TripToMiami

Qui a déjà été à Miami? MOIIIIIIII :)

Sur un coup de tête, avec mes cousines et une amie, nous avons décidé de partir à Miami. Après tout on ne vit qu'une seule fois hein!

Ce ne sont pas des vacances reposantes, loin de la! La nuit on ne dort pas car il y a trop de clubs à voir et la journée non plus car il y a trop d'endroits à visiter, il faut faire son shopping et profiter de la plage (à la limite il y a moyen de dormir à la plage) ;)

Jour 1: Mercredi

Arrivée après 10hrs de vol.

Nous prenons le bus pour aller à l'hotel qui se situe sur SouthBeach (yes babyyyyy). Descente du bus, accueil plus que chaleureux dans la rue --> on nous propose un shot. Alleeeeeez ça commence bien :)

A l'hotel nous déposons nos affaires nous nous rafraichissons et nous allons dîner. Nous ne connaissons rien et érrons un peu jusqu'à trouver Espanyola Way, une jolie petite ruelle ou il n'y a que des restaurants et quelques boutiques sympas.

Ils ont un truc aux Etat-Unis que nous n'avons pas ici, tous les prix (resto, magasins) sont affichés hors taxe, et en plus dans les restos il y a le pourboire OBLIGATOIRE. Dans certains restos on a le choix entre trois montants, correspondants à un pourcentage du total de la note dans d'autres restos c'est un seul pourcentage et basta. Imaginez nos têtes la première fois que nous avons vu une note de resto...hahaha on s'est dit: bon bein on va éviter les restos tout les jours...

Sur ce nous avons fait un petit tour de quartier histoire de se repérer un peu pour le lendemain et nous sommes sagement allées nous coucher.

Jour 2: Jeudi

On se lève assez tôt. On fait notre plan pour notre semaine, ça promet.

Petit déj chez Jerry's Famous Deli, un vrai petit déj à la mode USA (à ne pas faire tout les jours).

Nous voulons aller à la plage mais il y a trop de magasins de souvenir sur notre chemin lol. Finalement nous décidons de les laisser pour plus tard. On va faire bronzette, c'est plus important. La plage est magnifique et l'eau agréable, un délice. Malheureusement il se met à pleuvoir et nous nous réfugions sous un cocotier. Après 10 minutes, retour du soleil, nous prenons une glace sur Ocean Drive et nous faisons un petit tour histoire de sécher. Nous tombons sur un bar "Mango Tropical". Limite on se soule et on met l'ambiance. Faut dire que les cocktails y sont délicieux. Nous retournons à la plage. La nous rencontrons des mecs, très sympa dont un tout à fait à mon goût. Nous faisons la causette et nos restons en contact.

Nous mangeons un bout et retour à l'hotel se préparer pour la fiesta (ce soir on ne dort pas).

Arrivée dans la boîte, The Lux, nous prenons à boire et nous sommes invitées en VIP. Nous avons cru qu'on était super jolies mais en fait ce n'est que du marketing. Ils t'offrent à boire (toujours garder un oeil sur les verres) et t'invitent à la prochaine soirée sur leur guestlist (ils doivent surement toucher une commission par invité).

En tout cas nous avons passé une super soirée terminée par une petite bouffe chez Jerry's ou nous avons de nouveau croisé les mecs de la plage (vraiment pas mal).

Jour 3: Vendredi

Nous nous levons tôt, Nous allons visiter les Everglades, parc national de Floride. C'est impressionnant de voir toutes ces bestioles lol. Nous prenons place sur une espèce de bateau conduit par un papi qui fait des blagues à propos des alligators et des serpents, charmant...

Nous retournons sur SouthBeach ou nous retrouvons nos amis de la veille. Nous mangeons un bout et hop à la plage.

Le soir rebelotte, clubbing (je ne sais plus quelle boite)

Jour 4: Samedi

Hônnetement je ne sais plus ce que nous avons fait la journée mais le soir nous sommes sorties avec nos nouveaux amis. Nous sommes allés à une Roofparty sur le toit du Gansevoort South Hotel. C'était absolument magnifique mais un peu trop calme alors nous sommes allés au Mansion. Très bonne boîte, je vous la conseille, après quoi nous nous sommes retrouvées au Dream. De nouveau une très bonne soirée. Toujours de la bonne musique. Pas comme ici ou tout est commercial.

Jour 5: Dimanche

Journée shopping au Bayside Mall, un immense centre commercial en plein air au port de Miami, très agréable. On y a passé la journée, je n'en pouvais plus... My best buy: un magnifique sac Guess dans les couleurs que j'aime qu'on ne trouve pas en Europe à 128$, à peine 100€!!!
En arrivant à l'hotel un mec nous suit dans l'ascenceur, non mais...il veut mon numéro. Je lui donne mon email. Il est pas trop mal mais je ne donne pas suite à ses avances.

Nous déposons nos achats à l'hotel, petite douche vite fait et c'est parti pour la fiesta. D'abord nous sommes allées boire un verre puis nous avons rejoint nos amis au Sobe. Ils partaient tôt le matin et la nuit fût longue...

Jour 6: Lundi

Journée DisneyWorld, que dire de plus? C'est magique.

Pas de sortie le soir car nous étions fatiguées du voyage en bus à Orlando, mais pas de regrets.

Jour 7: Mardi

La journée commence bien tout en soleil. Nous décidons de faire un peu de shopping sur Lincoln Road. Chaussures à gogo, sauve qui peut! Hahaha

Soudainement une tempete de pluie, nous nous réfugions dans un McDo (bonne habitude de la maison lol).

Après nous allons acheter les derniers souvenirs et retour à l'hotel faire un petit somme avant la dernière soirée. Elle fût bonne comme toutes les autres :) Pas dépensé un sou à part pour l'entrée. C'est bien d'être une femme quand même ;) (mais toujours penser à garder un oeil sur votre verre!).

Jour 8 (dernier jour): Mercredi

Nous devons faire nos bagages et les laisser à la récéption car nous devons quitter la chambre à 11hrs mais notre vol n'est qu'a 16hrs. Nous allons encore un peu profiter de la plage après un dernier petit déj US sur Ocean Drive. Du coup nous avons dû nous laver et nous changer au bord de la mer mais ça en valait la peine.

Après avoir récupéré nos bagages nous avons pris le bus pour l'aéroport.

Au revoir SouthBeach, je reviendrai...

Heureusement il faisait beau quand nous sommes arrivées à la maison.

ARaisinInTheSun

J'ai par hasard entendu parler de la pièce "A raison in the sun" et j'aimerais vous la faire partager.

Cette pièce parle d'une famille de Noirs à Chicago. Ils sont pauvres mais vivent dignement et rêvent un jour de sortir de la misère.

Voici la première scéne du premier acte, vous pouvez retrouver le reste sous cette adresse:

http://www.sparknotes.com/lit/raisin/

Act I, scene i

Summary

It is morning at the Youngers’ apartment. Their small dwelling on the South Side of Chicago has two bedrooms—one for Mama and Beneatha, and one for Ruth and Walter Lee. Travis sleeps on the couch in the living room. The only window is in their small kitchen, and they share a bathroom in the hall with their neighbors. The stage directions indicate that the furniture, though apparently once chosen with care, is now very worn and faded. Ruth gets up first and after some noticeable difficulty, rouses Travis and Walter as she makes breakfast. While Travis gets ready in the communal bathroom, Ruth and Walter talk in the kitchen. They do not seem happy, yet they engage in some light humor. They keep mentioning a check. Walter scans the front page of the newspaper and reads that another bomb was set off, and Ruth responds with indifference. Travis asks them for money—he is supposed to bring fifty cents to school—and Ruth says that they do not have it. His persistent nagging quickly irritates her. Walter, however, gives Travis an entire dollar while staring at Ruth. Travis then leaves for school, and Walter tells Ruth that he wants to use the check to invest in a liquor store with a few of his friends. Walter and Ruth continue to argue about their unhappy lives, a dialogue that Ruth cuts short by telling her husband, “Eat your eggs, they gonna be cold.”

Beneatha gets up next and after discovering that the bathroom is occupied by someone from another family, engages in a verbal joust with Walter. He thinks that she should be doing something more womanly than studying medicine, especially since her tuition will cut into the check, which is the insurance payment for their father’s death. Beneatha argues that the money belongs to Mama and that Mama has the right to decide how it is spent. Walter then leaves for his job as a chauffeur—he has to ask Ruth for money to get to work because the money he gave Travis was his car fare. Mama enters and goes directly to a small plant that she keeps just outside the kitchen window. She expresses sympathy for her grandson, Travis, while she questions Ruth’s ability to care for him properly. She asks Ruth what she would do with the money, which amounts to $10,000. For once, Ruth seems to be on Walter’s side. She thinks that if Mama gives him some of the money he might regain his happiness and confidence, which are two things Ruth feels she can no longer provide for Walter. Mama, though, feels morally repulsed by the idea of getting into the liquor business. Instead, she wants to move to a house with a lawn on which Travis can play. Owning a house had always been a dream she had shared with her husband, and now that he is gone she nurtures this dream even more powerfully.
Mama and Ruth begin to tease Beneatha about the many activities that she tries and quits, including her latest attempt to learn how to play the guitar. Beneatha claims that she is trying to “express” herself, an idea at which Ruth and Mama have a laugh. They discuss the man that Beneatha has been dating, George Murchison. Beneatha gets angry as they praise George because she thinks that he is “shallow.” Mama and Ruth do not understand her ambivalence toward George, arguing that she should like him simply because he is rich. Beneatha contends that, for that very reason, any further relationship is pointless, as George’s family wouldn’t approve of her anyway. Beneatha makes the mistake of using the Lord’s name in vain in front of Mama, which sparks another conversation about the extent of God’s providence. Beneatha argues that God does not seem to help her or the family. Mama, outraged at such a pronouncement, asserts that she is head of the household and that there will be no such thoughts expressed in her home. Beneatha recants and leaves for school, and Mama goes to the window to tend her plant. Ruth and Mama talk about Walter and Beneatha, and Ruth suddenly faints.

Analysis

All of the characters in A Raisin in the Sun have unfulfilled dreams. These dreams mostly involve money. Although the Younger family seems alienated from white middle-class culture, they harbor the same materialistic dreams as the rest of American society. In the 1950s, the stereotypical American dream was to have a house with a yard, a big car, and a happy family. The Youngers also seem to want to live this dream, though their struggle to attain any semblance of it is dramatically different from the struggle a similar suburban family might encounter, because the Youngers are not a stereotypical middle-class family. Rather, they live in a world in which being middle class is also a dream.
Mama’s plant symbolizes her version of this dream, because she cares for it as she cares for her family. She tries to give the plant enough light and water not only to grow but also to flourish and become beautiful, just as she attempts to provide for her family with meager yet consistent financial support. Mama also imagines a garden that she can tend along with her dream house. The small potted plant acts as a temporary stand-in for her much larger dream. Her relentless care for the plant represents her protection of her dream. Despite her cramped living situation and the lifetime of hard work that she has endured, she maintains her focus on her dream, which helps her to persevere. Still, no matter how much Mama works, the plant remains feeble, because there is so little light. Similarly, it is difficult for her to care for her family as much as she wants and to have her family members grow as much as she wants. Her dream of a house and a better life for her family remains tenuous because it is so hard for her to see beyond her family’s present situation.
Beneatha’s dream differs from Mama’s in that it is, in many ways, self-serving. In her desires to “express” herself and to become a doctor, Beneatha proves an early feminist who radically views her role as self-oriented and not family-oriented. Feminism had not fully emerged into the American cultural landscape when Hansberry wrote A Raisin in the Sun, and Beneatha seems a prototype for the more enthusiastic feminism of the 1960s and 1970s. She not only wants to have a career—a far cry from the June Cleaver stay-at-home-mom role models of the 1950s (June Cleaver was the name of the mother on Leave it to Beaver, a popular late-1950s sitcom about a stereotypical suburban family)—but also desires to find her identity and pursue an independent career without relying solely on a man. She even indicates to Ruth and Mama that she might not get married, a possibility that astonishes them because it runs counter to their expectations of a woman’s role. Similarly, they are befuddled by her dislike of the “pretty, rich” George Murchison. That Beneatha’s attitude toward him differs from Ruth’s or Mama’s may result from the age difference among the three women. Mama and Beneatha are, of course, a generation apart, while Ruth occupies a place somewhere in the middle; Hansberry argues that Beneatha is the least traditional of the women because she is the youngest.

Walter and Ruth, who occupy the middle ground in terms of age between Mama and Beneatha, have also tempered their dreams more than Beneatha has. Though Walter and Ruth harbor materialistic dreams, they desire wealth not solely for self-serving purposes but rather as a means to provide for their family and escape the South Side ghetto in which they live. The tension evoked by issues of money and manhood comes sharply into focus when Travis asks for fifty cents. Ruth, the household manager, refuses to give her son the money; Walter, as a father trying to safeguard his son’s ability to be accepted, gives Travis twice as much as he asks for. Walter does so knowing that he faces the emasculating task of having to ask Ruth for money himself as a result. As the two talk about their entrapping situation, Ruth’s reply of “[e]at your eggs” answers every statement that Walter offers, reflecting the stereotypical perception that blacks have an inability to overcome problems.