all started one morning at the office, around a Nutella pot, purchased by the pro team, a message our Vero:
this morning I wanted to share with you this piece of Grand bodies ill sung by Idir. For this there are things we do not say ...
Letter to my daughter
[Idir / Grand corps malade] 2007
Every morning, you came to this mirror,
Adjusted the veil on your hair, which should take until this evening;
You told me to review a look before you leave home;
The bus takes you to college, where you build a horizon.
I remained motionless, I thought very hard on you;
Realizing the immense joy of seeing you live under my roof;
is true, I wont have never said nor too strong or very low-
But you know my daughter home, there are things we do not say.
I've elevated my best and I always paid attention
To perpetuate the rules, respect the tradition
As did my parents (I think without a fight) As
do all these men I meet at the mosque.
I've elevated my best as all ours
But was it for your own good? Or do as the others?
All these doubts arise and this terrible question:
is I who brought you high but you're only "happy"?
I know I am harsh, and many are prohibited:
You're going right after school and never go out on Saturday;
But the longer it goes and unless I manage to erase this thought:
 " Thinking about what in your room when your friends go dancing? to "
Everyone is proud of you, you were always a good student;
But have we seen quite often a real smile on your lips?
All that I ask myself, but never in front of you;
You know my daughter home, there are things we do not say
And if we decided that all right-thinking stops?
If for a time we forgot that we weigh these conveniences?
If for once you had the right to do what you want,
If for once you were dancing in your hair dropping
I want you to scream, and you sing in the face of world!
qu'tu I let grow all these pleasures t'inondent;
kinds
I want you, I want you ries, I want you to talk of love;
I want you hast the right to have 20 years
At least for a few days
It took courage to deliver to you my feelings,
But if I write this letter, so you know, simply
That I love you like crazy, even if you do not see, You know my
daughter at home, there are things we do not say.
... and then the seed has sprouted in our hearts
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is really a very beautiful text. Besides, I love Grand Corps Malade. But
I made a horrifying discovery on the site and I intend to share with you.
Go click on the letter I (bottom of the message) and look at the album presented in 10th place.
P.
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'tend Vero ... Thank you for sharing this bo.
(Here right now, I like a rag in the back of the throat, something that interferes with my beating heart. Come see me in my buro, do not call. The Time to hunt some vision, some personal recollections and projections mom now.
Muslims, Catholics, Protestants, Buddhists, ...., Whatever. Cultivate the culture of "telling" our relatives, our loved ones.
So I write: to all of you, part of my daily life, who share my laughter and my blues too, who are accompanying my life from 9 to 17 h00 h30 ... You are to me important, and each and every I have this indescribably endearing. Many lives, each and every one of your rich journey of your emotional baggage, more or less heavy, often not unpacked, sometimes revealed or let you guess.
So many lives I like, as many stars as I hang in the sky of life. Remain what you are: shine with this flame that moves you, with your laughter and your rant.
Bene, Vero, Seb ', P., C., A. Chris'et Gwen' ... I love you like that.
It
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Voila, this text Y'avait already upsetting you and which shall a layer of emotion.
But you're right, there are things we should say as long as you have time, not to regret not having done so. I know it's not very clear, but my vision is blurred a little.
I also love you.
P.
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me, my problem is that words can not get out and stay tucked in pit of my stomach ... but I think no less!
Vero
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your little word touches me, Elle,
Me too, if I had to deliver to you, I would start by saying that I often talk about you to my daughter as if you were a little of my family somewhere a place in my heart is occupied by you and it makes me feel good, I admit. I just love you I love you like a mother at the slightest glance, I worry for you, now I have tears when I think of you, I want so much one is happy together. This is super, super important for our self. I LOVE YOU
A.
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A big thank you to you Veronica. for having the guts shaken this morning. Your share - things we do not say - went straight into my heart.
So I can not help you at all have a secret: I know (almost) perfectly IDIR, since 1978, when I saw him in concert in Bordeaux for the first time. At the time, he was expelled from his country of origin (Algeria Kabyle), given its "commitment" through the lyrics in his songs.
Since then I always followed his route, because his words have always challenged .... and I shared my life with the Kabylie for many years. Two children were born. (Now I close the parenthesis - Me -).
IDIR concert I saw two years ago. He has not sung, but shared with the audience, telling a story, lyrics - A daughter -. The audience was stuck .... my two grown children and me.
IDIR is a concert tomorrow evening in Marseille. I'm sure it will be great. If some or some do not know why not listen to his songs, you will not be disappointed (e) s. Feel free to go see him live if you get the chance.
Another thing: I also recommend the excellent film by Yamina Benguigui "MEMORIES OF IMMIGRANTS 'background music and songs IDIR. I have at your disposal if you wish.
Well, these few words for you, with the emotions on edge.
Thanks again Veronica.
B.
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But uh, I'm all excited me!
It's nice your little messages
... It makes you want to take the course, running, jumping and singing about love, all naked on the lawn (well not here I digress)
Your messages have made my smile grow, thank you ...
As for what I think of you all, know that if I come here in the morning, beh not for the job ...
Seb '
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I say all these words that touch me and said as Jean Cocteau: the verb to love is difficult to combine: his past is not simple, it is indicative present and its future is still conditional.
Gwen '
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Taken together, our words, our laughter, our smiles, our pearls emotion in the eyes, are like a page from the book of life. A great gift that we offer today, with book signing.
it is probably the moment ... Nutella
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