- Oct 19, 2015
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Ô douce France, cher pays de mon enfance, bercée de tendre insouciance, je t'ai gardée dans mon coeur, sang Charles Trenet.
I know. One another thread about Paris. But they hurt my country and they hurt my heart.
My France is bleeding. This blood reminds me how much I love her. I love my France. I love her beautiful landscapes, her moutains, her lakes and her seas. I love her sweet sunsets, her nice winter, her sunny summer. I love her language which I will always defend. I love her despite her great defects, her annoying interest in giving lessons to everyone, the intellectual superiority she is is convinced to have. I love her above it all. This is my France, my earth, a part of my heart. This is the country of my birth, of my biggest joys, of my own life. I can't even describe how shocked we are. A friend of my cousin was shot in the leg, thanks to God his life isn't threatening. I just hope his leg would recover: he could lose it. My brother was thinking about going to this concert in the Bataclan. But he is in Brussels and safe. I feel like life has stopped. Everything has been canceled. Nobody walks in the streets. The borders are closed, I never though I'd see such a thing. I like the things that Obama said about french people.Don't worry, we won't give up, never, we're way too proud. Paris, city of love? Not sure anymore. I don't feel parisian at all, but I am french, and my France bleeds.
I think the worst is the hashtag #rechercheparis. The families are threatening. Facebook and Twitter show their worth, but when you click on the hashtag you reach the Hell. A list of names and photographes of missing persons. And a text which implore people to prevent if they have any new.
Je vous salue Marie,
Pleine de grâce, le Seigneur est avec vous
Vous êtes bénie entre toutes les femmes, et Jésus le fruit de vos entrailles est béni.
Sainte Marie, mère de Dieu,
Priez pour nous, pauvre pêcheur,
Maintenant et à l'heure de notre mort.
Amen.
Notre Père, qui est aux Cieux,
Que ton nom soit sanctifié, que ton règne vienne,
Que ta volonté soit faite sur la Terre comme au Ciel.
Donne-nous aujourd'hui notre pain de ce jour,
Pardonne-nous nos offenses
Et ne nous soumets pas à la Tentation
-Mais délivre-nous du mal.
Amen.
Délivre-nous du mal, Seigneur.
God has mercy. Blest are the merciful.
I know. One another thread about Paris. But they hurt my country and they hurt my heart.
My France is bleeding. This blood reminds me how much I love her. I love my France. I love her beautiful landscapes, her moutains, her lakes and her seas. I love her sweet sunsets, her nice winter, her sunny summer. I love her language which I will always defend. I love her despite her great defects, her annoying interest in giving lessons to everyone, the intellectual superiority she is is convinced to have. I love her above it all. This is my France, my earth, a part of my heart. This is the country of my birth, of my biggest joys, of my own life. I can't even describe how shocked we are. A friend of my cousin was shot in the leg, thanks to God his life isn't threatening. I just hope his leg would recover: he could lose it. My brother was thinking about going to this concert in the Bataclan. But he is in Brussels and safe. I feel like life has stopped. Everything has been canceled. Nobody walks in the streets. The borders are closed, I never though I'd see such a thing. I like the things that Obama said about french people.Don't worry, we won't give up, never, we're way too proud. Paris, city of love? Not sure anymore. I don't feel parisian at all, but I am french, and my France bleeds.
I think the worst is the hashtag #rechercheparis. The families are threatening. Facebook and Twitter show their worth, but when you click on the hashtag you reach the Hell. A list of names and photographes of missing persons. And a text which implore people to prevent if they have any new.
Je vous salue Marie,
Pleine de grâce, le Seigneur est avec vous
Vous êtes bénie entre toutes les femmes, et Jésus le fruit de vos entrailles est béni.
Sainte Marie, mère de Dieu,
Priez pour nous, pauvre pêcheur,
Maintenant et à l'heure de notre mort.
Amen.
Notre Père, qui est aux Cieux,
Que ton nom soit sanctifié, que ton règne vienne,
Que ta volonté soit faite sur la Terre comme au Ciel.
Donne-nous aujourd'hui notre pain de ce jour,
Pardonne-nous nos offenses
Et ne nous soumets pas à la Tentation
-Mais délivre-nous du mal.
Amen.
Délivre-nous du mal, Seigneur.
God has mercy. Blest are the merciful.
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