Tank Man

"Tank man" ou encore le "Rebelle inconnu" est le surnom du monsieur plus que courageux qui s'est mis debout devant une ligne de 70 tanks a la place Tiananmen le 5 juin 1989 en Chine.

17 ans apres la scene n'en n'est pas moins poignante, pleine de symboles. Cette note est un retour sur image, vous l'aurait compris, mais aussi une tentative pour que des gens comme le Tank man ne tombent pas dans l'oubli.

Subterranean Alien

The breath of the morning I keep forgetting the smell of the warm summer air
I live in a town where you can't smell a thing
You watch your feet for cracks in the pavement
Up above aliens hover making home movies for the folks back home
Of all these weird creatures who lock up their spirits
Drill holes in themselves and live for their secrets

They're all uptight, uptight, uptight, uptight

I wish that they'd swoop down in the country lane late at night when I'm driving
Take me onboard their beautiful ship show me the weird world as I'd love to see it
I'd tell all my friends but they'd never believe me
They'd think that I'd finally lost it completely
I'd show them the stars and the meaning of life they'd shut me away
But I'll be all right, all right
I'm all right, all right

I'm just uptight, uptight, uptight, uptight

                               (Radiohead -- Ok Computer -- 1997)

Mais j'aurai trouve les memes mots...

Home sickness

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!

Mon frere

Tu ne peux pas imaginer a quel je me sens seul ici et a quel point tu me manques. Tu as ete, pendant ces trois dernieres annees plus qu'un frere pour moi. Tes blagues, qui parfois ne font rire que moi, ton extreme gentillesse, ta capacite a ecouter les gens me font regretter les kilometres qui nous separent. Oui le moment de nous dire au revoir a ete lourd, oui j'ai chiale comme un enfant en lisant tes post, mais je t'en prie ne parle pas de moi en employant le passe. Ne dit pas que c'est un adieu. Ne dit pas que ce sont que des souvenirs. Au risque que certain lecteurs me traite de PD, je voudrais dire par ces quelques ligne que je t'aime et que tu est sans doute et tu resteras l'une des personnes les plus importantes a mon coeur, et ca rien ni personne ni distance ne pourra le changer. Alors soit heureux mon frere et on se reverra bientot. 

War

Until the philosophy which hold one race superior and another inferior, is finally and permanently, discredited and abandoned, everywhere is war. Me say war.
That until there are no longer first class and second class citizens of any nation. Until the colour of a man's skin is of no more significance than the colour of his eyes, me say war.
That until the basic human rights are equally guaranteed to all, without regard to race, Dis a war.
That until that day, the dream of lasting peace, world citizenship, rule of international morality, will remain in but a fleeting illusion, to be persued, but never attained, now everywhere is war, war.
And until the ignoble and unhappy regimes that hold our brothers in Angola, in Mozambique, South Africa, sub-human bondage, have been toppled, utterly destroyed, Well, everywhere is war. Me say war.
War in the east, war in the west. War up north, war down south. War, war, rumours of war.
And until that day, the African continent will not know peace. We Africans will fight, we find it necessary. And we know we shall win as we are confident in the victory Of good over evil.
(Bob Marley. Rastaman Vibration-War. 1976)