©agnesAL
2013/04/10
PINHOLE & STENOPE AT TSERING ART SCHOOL shechen/KTM/03_2013
2013/01/11
[Paint it black] No colors anymore...
I see a red door and I want it painted black No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
I see a line of cars and they're all painted black With flowers and my love both never to come backI see people turn their heads and quickly look away Like a new born baby it just happens every day
I look inside myself and see my heart is black I see my red door and must have it painted blackMaybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts It's not easy facin' up when your whole world is black
No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue I could not foresee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the settin' sun My love will laugh with me before the mornin' comes
I see a red door and I want it painted black No colors anymore I want them to turn blackI see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes I have to turn my head until my darkness goes THE ROLLING STONES
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
I see a line of cars and they're all painted black With flowers and my love both never to come backI see people turn their heads and quickly look away Like a new born baby it just happens every day
I look inside myself and see my heart is black I see my red door and must have it painted blackMaybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts It's not easy facin' up when your whole world is black
No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue I could not foresee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the settin' sun My love will laugh with me before the mornin' comes
I see a red door and I want it painted black No colors anymore I want them to turn blackI see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes I have to turn my head until my darkness goes THE ROLLING STONES
2012/11/30
2012/11/29
FABULOUS TITILY> complicité créative
Décoration de Noël à suspendre
/guirlandes de petites photos imprimées
sur papier recyclé tibétain, gommettes
et papiers de soie teintés à la main
/une collaboration Agnès AL et Sophie Cuvelier
> vendu chez Linette,
rue saint Anne à Montpellier
2012/11/21
> TSERING ART SCHOOL shechen/KTM/04_2012
Un grand merci à Matthieu Ricard et les élèves de Tsering Art School
A very big thank you to Matthieu Ricard and TAS students
2012/11/14
Craquent les feuilles mortes...
... Craquent les feuilles mortes, brûlent les feux de bois,
A voir Paris si beau dans cette fin d'automne,
Soudain je m'alanguis, je rêve, je frissonne,
Je tangue, je chavire, et comme la rengaine,
Je vais, je viens, je vire, je me tourne, je me traîne...
(by barbara_dis,quand reviendras-tu)
2012/06/05
REFUGEE < Tenzin Tsundue
When I was born
My mother said
You are a refugee.
Our tent on the roadside
Smoked in the snow.
On your forehead
Between your eyebrows
There is an R embossed
My teacher said.
I scratched and scrubbed,
On my forehead I found
A brash of red pain.
I am born refugee.
I have three tongues.
The one that sings
Is my mother tongue.
The R on my forehead
Between my English and Hindi
The Tibetan tongue reads :
RANGZEN (freedom)
"Refugee" est un poème issu de "Kora" de Tenzin Tsundue,
célèbre poète activiste tibétain.
©agnesAL
2012/05/23
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