Mais j'aime ça et je continue !

 Je dois être un peu mazo sur les bords...

 

 

La journée je vois tout en couleur !

 

Quand je ferme les yeux tout devient noir et blanc

 

 

 

 

 Comme une simple pensée peut faire changer l'humeur d'un être humain.

Elle hait l'uniformité et aime la diversité c'est là peut être que ce reconnait son génie.

Voici l'être vivant vertébré aquatique écailleux à sang froid qui pompe l'eau de son aquarium et me saoule lorsqu'il n'a plus de dioxygène.

 

Tous les matins et tous les soirs je ne peux pas le louper. Il me fait de la peine avec ses yeux noirs qui me regardent et me réclament à manger.

 

Et bien sûr savez-vous à qui il "appartient" ? Eh bien oui dans le mille à mademoiselle Lara :) qui lui change son eau une fois tous les mois (et encore) !!!

 

Eh bah voilà l'histoire :

Ghost
Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast,
With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts,--
O wicked wit and gifts, that have the power
So to seduce!--won to his shameful lust
The will of my most seeming-virtuous queen:
O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there!
From me, whose love was of that dignity
That it went hand in hand even with the vow
I made to her in marriage, and to decline
Upon a wretch whose natural gifts were poor
To those of mine!
But virtue, as it never will be moved,
Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven,
So lust, though to a radiant angel link'd,
Will sate itself in a celestial bed,
And prey on garbage.
But, soft! methinks I scent the morning air;
Brief let me be. Sleeping within my orchard,
My custom always of the afternoon,
Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole,
With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial,
And in the porches of my ears did pour
The leperous distilment; whose effect
Holds such an enmity with blood of man
That swift as quicksilver it courses through
The natural gates and alleys of the body,
And with a sudden vigour doth posset
And curd, like eager droppings into milk,
The thin and wholesome blood: so did it mine;
And a most instant tetter bark'd about,
Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust,
All my smooth body.
Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand
Of life, of crown, of queen, at once dispatch'd:
Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,
Unhousel'd, disappointed, unanel'd,
No reckoning made, but sent to my account
With all my imperfections on my head:
O, horrible! O, horrible! most horrible!
If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not;
Let not the royal bed of Denmark be
A couch for luxury and damned incest.
But, howsoever thou pursuest this act,
Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive
Against thy mother aught: leave her to heaven
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
To prick and sting her. Fare thee well at once!
The glow-worm shows the matin to be near,
And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire:
Adieu, adieu! Hamlet, remember me.