"Cómo nació la Balada Triste de Trompeta"...
Como yo te amo...
Me olvide de vivir...
A mi manera...
jeudi 31 mars 2022
lundi 28 mars 2022
Ansyen papye jounal...
Le pays a vécu l'époque de quelques journaux sans lendemain...
L'un publié en 1957, et l'autre, 1971.
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dimanche 27 mars 2022
vendredi 25 mars 2022
Foutbòl : Men bonjan antrennman gadyen-nbu...
Pa janm gen bon ekip foutbòl san bonjan defans ak gadyen-nbu. Yon ekip te mèt gen bon jwè avan ak milye teren si li pagen yon bon strateji pou defans ak gadyen lipap janm ka domine yon match.
Yon defansè ki san teknik, ki pagen metriz balon, ki pa kapab bay bon pas se gwo pwoblèm nan jan foutbòl yap jwe nan tan modènn sa-a.
Yon defansè paka ap pede kalon-nen balon. Ou paka kanpe nan pozisyon defans tout lasentjounen non plis, epi pike devan.
Foutbòl modèn ki devan je nou la-a, egzije tout jwè nan ekip la gen metriz balon epi fè bon pas. Si ou pèdi balon-an, repriz balon-an dwe fèt nan kèlke segonn. Bagay sa dwe enplante nan mantalite tout ekip la.
Jwè yo dwe nan bon kondisyon fizik. Yon ekip dwe gen anpil jènn gason ladan l, de 18 a 22-zan, ki gen fyèl, ki kapab kouri monte desann sou teren-an pandan 120 minut san pran souf.
Jwèt la shanje. Pa dwe gen patipri nan shwazi jwè foutbòl. Se dapre statistik yon jwè, ke yo kapap envite l padisipe nan ekip nasyonal. Yon jwè foutbòl dwe gen yon minimòm entèlijans. Ayiti paka kontinye ap pase men pran detwa grenn moun epi fè yo antrene pandan de-twa semènn epi al diskite gwo shanpyona rejyonal ak Etazuni, Canada ak Mexique.
Si pagen shanjman kifèt, ekip foutbòl sayo ap toujou yon bann touris nap pede voye al flannen a letranje. Nou pran ekip foutbòl la kòm egzanp, li evidan ke se pa nan jwèt ekip foutbòl sèlman pwoblem yo shita.
dimanche 20 mars 2022
samedi 19 mars 2022
jeudi 17 mars 2022
lundi 14 mars 2022
Voyage en Amérique...
Revue de presse.
Avec délicatesse et passion, Weiner Marthone nous entraîne dans le charme envoûtant des villes de l'Amérique avec force de détails sur la gastronomie, et la structure des villes. Évasion, rêve, plaisir, bref, un livre à lire absolument.
Le Nouvelliste
dimanche 13 mars 2022
The Heist by Sylas L. Bento...
There were whispers in the darkness. There was a flash of
lightning before she felt the pull. Lonnie's eyes snapped open.
Her mind raced forward but her body lagged behind her, muscles
still laden with the discombobulation of sleep. She strained against it,
still laden with the discombobulation of sleep. She strained against it,
fighting valiantly to sit upright. Her tenacity was rewarded and
revealed that she was the last to wake. Bonnie and
Connie were sat up, waiting for her.
Connie were sat up, waiting for her.
"Uh?"
"Sshh!!"
Bonnie urged as the sound left her mouth. Roughly
clapping her plump hand over her sister's mouth. Lonnie
huffed, rubbing the sleep from her eye with the back of
her hand, but did as she was told. A familiar bolt of lightning
caressed her synapses, bringing with it the image of their
conquest. Lonnie was skeptical. But she didn't want to be left out.
conquest. Lonnie was skeptical. But she didn't want to be left out.
First, they needed to take care of the spy. Six eyes landed
on the figure slumped in the corner simultaneously. His beady
black eyes stared back at them, unflinching. Lonnie could hear the
low whirring that came from somewhere in the squashy parts of
low whirring that came from somewhere in the squashy parts of
his soft hairy body. Bonnie wasted no time, turning her attention
to Connie and giving her an encouraging shove in the
hairy figure's direction. Connie's head snapped up and down
hairy figure's direction. Connie's head snapped up and down
in agreement to Bonnie's wordless orchestrating before she
tottered over to the interloper.
Connie subdued him easily, clamping her small fist over
the large polka-dotted bow around his neck. She dragged him
unceremoniously to the other end of the crib in which they slept, its
gated walls loomed far above her. Connie strained her neck
gated walls loomed far above her. Connie strained her neck
trying to find the top, but it was swallowed up by the dark pit
of the ceiling. Connie trusted Bonnie. Her sister was never wrong.
Connie took a deep breath and readjusted her grip, grabbing hold
Connie took a deep breath and readjusted her grip, grabbing hold
of his short round tail and one of his half-moon ears. Connie
shut her eyes tightly as she focused. A spark ignited in her center,
setting her muscles ablaze. She heaved with all her might and
setting her muscles ablaze. She heaved with all her might and
sent the fuzzy beast sailing into the darkness above. Lonnie
heard it fall to the ground below with a thud.
Bonnie was smug, things were going smoothly. Connie was
getting stronger by the day. Their next steps relied upon that.
Bonnie and Lonnie rallied around their sister, who threw them up
and over the wall of the crib, using the ousted spy as a landing pad.
and over the wall of the crib, using the ousted spy as a landing pad.
Connie followed them shortly after, leaping the barrier in a single bound.
One by one they crawled down the hall, it was dimly lit
by light spilling out from other rooms.The sisters proceeded as
quietly as they could, sticking as closely to the wall as possible. As they
passed the first room Lonnie peered beyond it's threshold.
passed the first room Lonnie peered beyond it's threshold.
The room was abuzz with dozens of whirring black rectangles.
Bright screens lined the far wall, some flashing pretty red letters.
Countless hairy bodies were piled high on a table, in various
Countless hairy bodies were piled high on a table, in various
states of dismemberment.
Bonnie urged her forward, refocusing her on the task at hand.
Small hands hurried along the wood panel floor. A soft white
light greeted them as they passed. A deep steady snore lightly
shook the walls, covering the shuffling of their pjs against the floor.
shook the walls, covering the shuffling of their pjs against the floor.
They passed by unnoticed.The snoring faded as they rounded t
he corner. Finally, they reached their destination.
Bonnie stared up at their final challenge in defiance. She turned
to her sisters, issuing neural orders. Lonnie shook away the tingling
in her mind left by the conjunction and took her place
partially hidden behind the island in the middle of the kitchen.
partially hidden behind the island in the middle of the kitchen.
Connie and Bonnie made their way to the set of kitchen drawers
that were just below their prize. Connie pulled the very bottom
drawer out, after stepping into it she was able to reach the handle
drawer out, after stepping into it she was able to reach the handle
of the next drawer and repeat the process. Slowly, she was able
to hoist herself up to the kitchen counter.
The moonlight filtered through the window, illuminating the
counter space before here. There, in the far corner, nestled among j
ars of different colored sands was their goal. The see-through
jar was easy enough to maneuver to the edge. She wasn't sure
jar was easy enough to maneuver to the edge. She wasn't sure
how hard she should push it to pass it on to her sister, who
waited below, but she thought that in this case more was probably
better. Probably.
better. Probably.
Connie shoved it, the force sent it barreling over the edge.
Bonnie opened her arms wider as it plummeted towards her,
but her coordination failed her in the last moments. The jar smacked
into her with enough power to knock her onto her ass before
into her with enough power to knock her onto her ass before
clattering to the ground. Tan discs scattered across the floor as
the top popped off on impact.
They froze, waiting to see if they had been discovered,
but the house remained steeped in the stillness of night. They
didn't move for several more beats, still nothing. Connie was
the first to move, continuing her trek down the makeshift
staircase of drawers. Bonnie decided it had been long enough
and the coast was clear, reaching for the tan disk with
brown spots.
Dancing happily to herself as she scarfed down one after the other.
Not one to be left out, Connie also grabbed several discs at
once. Several crumbled to pieces in the wake of her enthusiasm.
Lonnie strained her ears, but there was nothing but the low humming
Lonnie strained her ears, but there was nothing but the low humming
of the house at night time and the happy crunching of sisters
devouring their prize. Lonnie, now reassured that the commotion
had gone undetected, made a go for several of the discs that had
escaped the notice of her sisters. Sweet dark brown bits melted in
her mouth in perfect harmony with the soft gooey texture of the
tan disc. The sisters snacked away, quietly babbling amongst
themselves as they basked in their success. A tall figure crept
into the kitchen behind them.
Ronnie could hardly believe his eyes. He'd put the girls to bed
around 9 and he checked on them an hour ago. They were sleeping
soundly. Or so he'd thought. A smile tugged at the corners of
his mouth. In the span of a blink, he ran 67 laps around the
his mouth. In the span of a blink, he ran 67 laps around the
kitchen island, the force and speed of his stride creating a vortex.
The whirlwind gently levitated the toddlers and their mess. He
spent the next few laps returning the surviving cookies to the
spent the next few laps returning the surviving cookies to the
plastic container before leisurely gathering the girls into his arms.
They fussed at him, clearly not expecting to be interrupted. He
chuckled and shushed their senseless protests with a shower of
kisses and nuzzles. And walked down the hall to put the girls
back down, he hoped they wouldn't have a sugar-fueled escape
back down, he hoped they wouldn't have a sugar-fueled escape
later. He was still working out how to baby proof the Nanny
Bear's AI.
Three volumes of The Bedtime Adventures of Dr. Snooze later,
the girls were finally asleep and Ronnie was laying in a bed
that felt too big for him. He watched as thin clouds lazily passed the
face of the moon. The weight that sat upon his chest was suffocating.
face of the moon. The weight that sat upon his chest was suffocating.
He turned, watching as the shadows danced across a picture frame
on the nightstand across from him. The diamond inlay
band that rested below it glinted mutely.
band that rested below it glinted mutely.
Tears gathered at the corners of his eyes. He gave the portrait
a small, sad smile. "They're just like you, you know...always
getting into trouble."
FIN
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samedi 12 mars 2022
Reading suggestions in times of war...
Faithful account of my 4 deployments overseas.
A humorous police novel in French.
jeudi 10 mars 2022
L'incomparable Lumane Casimir...
Isit an Ayiti
nou charje de koutwazi
Lè touris antre isit
fò kanmenm li etone
Nou pa bal kontraryete
ki pou rann li anbete
peyi a si bèl (de fwa)
fò kanmenm l ale Citadelle.
Nou bati Bi-Centenaire
pou nou l toujou yon mèvèy
Ayiti o revèy
lape pote bon frechè
Vive la paix !
Vive l'union !
Fòk nou pa en dezunyon
Ayiti gen fwi (2 fwa)
sela na jwenn bon ti konfitu
Isit an Ayiti
nou charje de koutwazi
Lè touris antre isit
fò kanmenm li etone
Nou pa bal kontraryete
ki pou rann li anbete
peyi a si bèl (de fwa)
fò kanmenm l ale Citadelle.
Une courtoisie de Marthone père lyrics.
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mardi 8 mars 2022
Quarter final: Women Under Age 20 CONCACAF...
U20 CONCACAF Tournament underway at 3:00pm and 6:00pm today.
Judging from the statistics. Canada, United States and Mexico are the top teams. These countries are well organized with professional soccer leagues and championships for women. However, if you know a thing or two about soccer, you'll have an awareness that anything can happen in a game.
It's going to be a soccer fiesta!
mercredi 2 mars 2022
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