Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Why Women Do Headscissor

RIDE IN THE LAND OF THE WAR AND PEACE Bewitched



Today I take you to La Haye du Puits in Country Bauptois .. ..

Land of Wizards of the moor Cotentine, rich in legends of all kinds, the town also housed a famous case of which I'll talk another day because the topic of the day is the Abbey of the White ....





Located at a place called Neufmesnil, this abbey is one of the first marvels that I discovered on arriving in Cotentin ... with a real estate agent passionate about his city that made me do around the beautiful city when he learned my passion for old buildings ....

I did not buy the house that I had come to visit ... but I remember the Abbey ....

It was founded in the twelfth century ... and it is the culmination of a beautiful love story ... two of the very distant ancestors of Mom - eh yes, his family tree connects to almost all families of the old Norman nobility! - ...



Baron Richard de la Haye du Puits, a direct descendant of our illustrious William the Conqueror, had married his cousin Matilda Vernon, lady ... Varenguebec by his marriage he became rich and had obtained the title of constable of Normandy ...

But the time was upset ... we were in the 100 years war, the Plantagenet claimed the Duchy of Normandy and Stephen of Boulogne some seized the throne of England ...



It turns out that Richard Baron argued that Stephen ... Surprised when he was in Cherbourg by Geoffrey Pantagenêt he sailed for England. ...



But it was not wise to venture into the English Channel without an escort boat, and Richard was captured by pirates and taken as hostage in a distant Scandinavian countries ....



All submitted themselves to his vassals ... except Matilda Plantagenet, who would ever believe the death of her husband ....



She was right, for Richard managed to escape and join the Normandy ... The reunion of the lovers were so touching that the son of Geoffrey Plantagenet, Henry II became King of England instead of the usurper Stephen forgave his rebellion to Baron, made him his chief confidant and appointed him Seneschal Normandy ...



It turns out that Matilda had made a vow to the announcement of the disappearance of her husband if he came back, they would build a Abbey on their land ...


The abbey was consecrated in 1154 and placed under the patronage of Saint Nicolas ... and entrusted to Prémontrés, mixed order allowing clerics who devoted themselves to the parishioners, and monks who devoted themselves to prayer ....

Abbey experienced a turbulent past, was plundered many times, and sold as national property during the revolution in 1790 ... the Canons Prémontrés then left the Abbey that they occupied 635 years ....

Several unscrupulous owners so succeeded ... in 1845, the Abbey Church was destroyed and the cloister, used as a career .. Mayor Neufmesnil saved the most remarkable pieces and put them away in the church of his village ...


A miracle happened when the Countess of Robersart bought the property in 1857 ... she restored the park and abbey home ...

Then in 1880, she invited the Sisters of Purgatory Auxiliatrices has moved to Blanchelande .. she opens Hospice Lempérière ....

They will stay there 102 years but found himself at the Abbey for sale again in 1982, and this time it is a private individual who purchased an Englishman ...
since Blanchelande was included in the inventory of historical monuments ...

Several English as successive owners .. I have nothing against the English ... they have very nicely renovated, very faithfully, many historic sites, castles, longeres, fortified farms and abbeys ... ... Some days in the year, Blanchelande was accessible to visitors ....

When we had good times, then one could admire the exterior architecture and interior furnishings ...

Some even say they have crossed the phantom of the Abbot Cross Jugan ... made famous by my favorite writer Normand, Jules Barbey d'Aurevilly in "Enchanted »....



Barbey d ' Aurevilly is our Edgar Allan Poe .... It beautifully tells the fantastic ... but they say he drew his sources in the real world ... Then, he heard during his walks has a story inspired the story of Joan La Hardouey bewitched by the vision of Abbot in hooded black officiating at the abbey, and he invented everything?


I do not know ... but I guess, whatever, there must be some lost souls wandering in the cloister of the White. ..
Read "Enchanted" on paper or via the web here



You will not regret it ....



Monday, April 20, 2009

Kates Playground Free Hardcore







victors and vanquished


That day, life stopped,
that day, to welcome peace
You finally you took way back
And I waited on the doorstep ...
That day, the joy erupted everywhere
That day, the lovers are loved madly,
Children wearing wreaths of flowers,
And my heart was finally free ...
That day, the doors were opened cursed,
That day, the believers prayed their God
Families suddenly finding hope
opened their arms to those who returned ...
That day, reason prevailed,
That day my life changed,
Sun shining on the Earth-
Even the mists are lifted on England ...
That day, all nations of the world,
That day, all emaciated faces
have raised even look surprised and pleased
Towards a heaven where no more bombs were falling ...
That day, there were other men humiliated
That day, a whole people shaking
And prayed not to be forgiven,



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SEE NO SEE .....


My eyes have never seen the color of the World,
My eyes have never stroked a summer sky,
Neither wept over the beauty of a tree ...
My eyes have never seen your eyes and yet ...
Yet my hands have seen your face,
They walked the lines of your body,
My hands know read your lips,
Your smiles, your sorrow, your anger ...
My hands are the eyes of our love,
They play each day a different tune,
A waltz romantic if you speak about love,
A march if you mention the war ...
I do not see the world and eat each other yet ...
Yet I feel the hatred around me
I see the cries and agonies painful
I am experiencing a dull anger
Where is the voice of a crying child ...
My eyes have never seen death and yet ...
Yet I feel the sadness of my brother
Who was burying a being dear to him ...
I am conscious of having some luck
because if I never see your face my eyes
I'll never see either fortunately
The tortured body of innocent prisoner,
Neither the earth devastated by a pest progress ...
And sometimes I thank God and destiny
For not letting me see my eyes ...



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MORE THAN REASON TO LOVE ...

More than my life, more than the sun, I love you ...
More than a bird flying in the sky, I love you ...
Only my dreams more than my freedom, I love you ...
More than the house where I was born, I love you ...
There are people who do not say "I love you,"
There are others who say too often "I love you"
Me, I never said to you, "I love you,"
And you will not say more to me, "I love you" ...
Over the summer sky so blue, I love you ...
More than my father more than my mother, I love you ...
More than the dog who sleeps on the grass, I love you ...
More than the cat, more than the canaries, I love you ...
Woe to that away from me because I love you,
I kill, imprison me if they will deliver you, because I love you ...
And if war broke out, if we took you away from my "I love you,"
Everywhere, even in fight, I will follow you, because I love you ...
More than anything in the world and the world, I love you ...
More than the dove, more than peace, I love you ...
More than this kid playing in the distance I love you ...
More than my work, more than writing, I love you ...
One day death will tell you "I love you,"
So I beg to take me too because I ' love
And then we'll both say "I love you,"
In a world misty which resonate the echo of all our 'I love you "...