Images of a wonderful show where poetry
clown wins
where we do not fear a return to childhood, middle
bubbles, snow, and sandstorms . Between
spontaneity and technical
A moment of letting go. Touching
carrying.
Monday, November 30, 2009
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Images of a wonderful show where poetry
clown wins
where we do not fear a return to childhood, middle
bubbles, snow, and sandstorms . Between
spontaneity and technical
A moment of letting go. Touching
carrying.
Images of a wonderful show where poetry
clown wins
where we do not fear a return to childhood, middle
bubbles, snow, and sandstorms . Between
spontaneity and technical
A moment of letting go. Touching
carrying.
Friday, November 27, 2009
Saran Wrap And Preparation H Work?
At this time it's different.
life is like power 10.
Something is happening. The accelerator on the road to happiness.
I found so many things I lost.
The passion, joy everyday, audacity, boldness
yes
course in the middle of it all, King
the single
the only one for which I sleep so little, that for which I course, I knew, I stress, that for which I
excites me, it
bread every day he amazes me a little more. I sometimes find it hard to understand, it escapes me. He lives.
It is smooth and soft. It smells good. I caress.
And then suddenly it moved.
It inflates it reacts, it becomes stronger.
I break, I transform.
I dominates
again I make a wand, a bastard, a ball, a braid
and then I leave it in his corner.
he grew up, still
I send the sun over there in the magic mouth.
he turns it browns, it shines
it explodes, it turns out
in there, it cracks, it burns, it cuts my hands until the crust is thin
I devoured
I won .
and knock.
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Some proverbs heard recently
"A clown is free. Even in a thimble, a clown is still free"
Nicolas, moderator of the group of clown.
"It no guys or girls here, there are only bakers'
Francis, my colleague baker
"The enthusiasm: energy that does not sleep" I
( I try to understand my body in good shape despite the very few hours of sleep lately. The key is there, no doubt. The spirited.)
me I like the phrases well.
dla philosophy is in the air saying jvous
"A clown is free. Even in a thimble, a clown is still free"
Nicolas, moderator of the group of clown.
"It no guys or girls here, there are only bakers'
Francis, my colleague baker
"The enthusiasm: energy that does not sleep" I
( I try to understand my body in good shape despite the very few hours of sleep lately. The key is there, no doubt. The spirited.)
me I like the phrases well.
dla philosophy is in the air saying jvous
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
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Clown - an introduction to
I told myself that I will post from time to time small videos to share a little clown ...
I continue, or there is too much, I ridiculed the web? :) 
I told myself that I will post from time to time small videos to share a little clown ...
I continue, or there is too much, I ridiculed the web? :)
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Kates And Raven Riley
Clown
I take courses as Clown "on Thursdays.
so to say, however, whether a course
we say rather a "meeting clown
" a clowning weekly
"good poilade"
"a night club shaped "
" laughter therapy "
" happiness concentrated "
" deep anyway "
Thursday evening, is everything. It hard.
try to explain.
I have long sought a good drama classes. A real course, where we could mount a real play and play with seriousness and laughter on stage. I did not want stupid skits in a house and municipal associations.
I found it the year I played Ubu Roi OWNERS Montparnasse. They had played two months, a dream experience.
And then there was England, and then
there was the baker.
There, the situation has changed.
For a year, I was changing schedules too full to get involved in a course. I was too tired to learn a text, read, and then
anyway, I did not want. My life was bread. The bread my life.
And I was happy.
But there was an excitement to my life. I need
theater.
Always.
I looked again I found something. But ... it does not suit me. I stayed a month.
And then this year I told myself I was going to get into a something a little crazier. The clown.
My friend Jean-François (theater 2003-2004) had already taken the plunge. Stéphane of Ubu Roi had talked to me too. And then Matthew had always said that later, this is not the teacher profession that suited me was a clown. And then I had already written on the clown, the clown white, Augustus. Figure clown has always fascinated me.
So I tried a course, and I found.
The clown is a figure.
When you enter the room, one enters a world a little different, a world where everything is benevolence (Nicolas, the "teacher" told us that from day one, and it affected me a lot). No silly, not malice, it is there. Here, now, one book.
The moment one puts a red nose in the wings, before the mirror, is always a little solemn. Then we did a mini check up, how is it that I'm here? Which clown do I embody?
hop And we get on stage. Alone or in pairs. No forced text. An attitude, a presence.
the public eye, never to lose most. And then engages. We do not know how, but we try. Grins, other? Especially do not think, but look. Watch the mouth corners public darling. If they rise for a moment, I found an asset. One thing that makes you laugh. I try to make it back every few times.
The clown is here.
Celebration of by the turn of derision.
There is a depth of clown. The clown is the clown, he is there.
I found myself. It calms me. My clown
soothes me, my clown
frees me I loose.
My clown is my friend, it's me, it is my outlet.
There is more trouble, there is more kilos and kilos of flour, there is more to run the furnace, rolling her dough, there are more resignations, new boxes, the hassle.
Just a dozen clowns who play. Laughing.
Good poilade.
Thursday evening, midnight, I sleep. Little. Morning is waking.
I return to my bread, and my face Marie-Christine, there is some red, probably. 
I take courses as Clown "on Thursdays.
so to say, however, whether a course
we say rather a "meeting clown
" a clowning weekly
"good poilade"
"a night club shaped "
" laughter therapy "
" happiness concentrated "
" deep anyway "
Thursday evening, is everything. It hard.
try to explain.
I have long sought a good drama classes. A real course, where we could mount a real play and play with seriousness and laughter on stage. I did not want stupid skits in a house and municipal associations.
I found it the year I played Ubu Roi OWNERS Montparnasse. They had played two months, a dream experience.
And then there was England, and then
there was the baker.
There, the situation has changed.
For a year, I was changing schedules too full to get involved in a course. I was too tired to learn a text, read, and then
anyway, I did not want. My life was bread. The bread my life.
And I was happy.
But there was an excitement to my life. I need
theater.
Always.
I looked again I found something. But ... it does not suit me. I stayed a month.
And then this year I told myself I was going to get into a something a little crazier. The clown.
My friend Jean-François (theater 2003-2004) had already taken the plunge. Stéphane of Ubu Roi had talked to me too. And then Matthew had always said that later, this is not the teacher profession that suited me was a clown. And then I had already written on the clown, the clown white, Augustus. Figure clown has always fascinated me.
So I tried a course, and I found.
The clown is a figure.
When you enter the room, one enters a world a little different, a world where everything is benevolence (Nicolas, the "teacher" told us that from day one, and it affected me a lot). No silly, not malice, it is there. Here, now, one book.
The moment one puts a red nose in the wings, before the mirror, is always a little solemn. Then we did a mini check up, how is it that I'm here? Which clown do I embody?
hop And we get on stage. Alone or in pairs. No forced text. An attitude, a presence.
the public eye, never to lose most. And then engages. We do not know how, but we try. Grins, other? Especially do not think, but look. Watch the mouth corners public darling. If they rise for a moment, I found an asset. One thing that makes you laugh. I try to make it back every few times.
The clown is here.
Celebration of by the turn of derision.
There is a depth of clown. The clown is the clown, he is there.
I found myself. It calms me. My clown
soothes me, my clown
frees me I loose.
My clown is my friend, it's me, it is my outlet.
There is more trouble, there is more kilos and kilos of flour, there is more to run the furnace, rolling her dough, there are more resignations, new boxes, the hassle.
Just a dozen clowns who play. Laughing.
Good poilade.
Thursday evening, midnight, I sleep. Little. Morning is waking.
I return to my bread, and my face Marie-Christine, there is some red, probably.
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Three minutes of nostalgia
We all have songs that speak to us more than others, which affect us
it makes us laugh, cry
that there are songs that remind which forms reappear in certain depths of forgotten images pictures, images
so colorful images in almost believe that they are not just pictures they are
reality, another reality. One before, one next door. Virtual? Real? It is not known, but it's there. Powerful, violent, and exhilarating.
I mean Rockcollection of Voulzy.
I hardly hear it, I remember the summer in Lebanon.
I see Alex and his guitar on the lawn of Rimal. With lots of young people all around to admire. I see the room where we slept in Beirut where he scratched on his guitar,
http://www.deezer.com/listen-989000
's funny I really feel for
be there and I see everything that happened since. And I have vertigo
then I close my eyes, I go to the next song comes
Polnareff and pacify 
We all have songs that speak to us more than others, which affect us
it makes us laugh, cry
that there are songs that remind which forms reappear in certain depths of forgotten images pictures, images
so colorful images in almost believe that they are not just pictures they are
reality, another reality. One before, one next door. Virtual? Real? It is not known, but it's there. Powerful, violent, and exhilarating.
I mean Rockcollection of Voulzy.
I hardly hear it, I remember the summer in Lebanon.
I see Alex and his guitar on the lawn of Rimal. With lots of young people all around to admire. I see the room where we slept in Beirut where he scratched on his guitar,
http://www.deezer.com/listen-989000
's funny I really feel for
be there and I see everything that happened since. And I have vertigo
then I close my eyes, I go to the next song comes
Polnareff and pacify
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