I can't seem to find any good reasons for posting these two pictures. I like it. That's enough. 

Sky. 

Speaking to make the world your own place.

Sorry girls, I have to tell you something. Having the Tshirt, the picture, or simply loving Tinker Bell is nothing original. At least three of my girl-friends (don't neglict what it constitutes, think in terms of percentage) have a picture of the Disney character on their messenger profile.

I understand you. Tinker Bell is still a child, she's innocent, and still, she's sexy. I am impressed by the ability for the Mickey Mouse company to target so well its customers. 20 to 25 years old girl, want to stay young but be attractive... More seriously -I was just joking- I find it funny to see how young women from a diversity of backgrounds all love the exact same character. And I also think that from now on these girls hate me. Good, it's always better to actually have a reason to apologize in which, us, men, we also believe. I don't necessarily think that last sentence. I just found it fun enough to be written.

Apart from that, I just got back from a football. A friend of mine offered to go by the sea, in Marseille, and simply ask the tens of people who are playing there if we can join... That's actually the best method if you want to play football in Marseille. It was a great game. On the way back, driving, watching the scenery of the sea and listening to music was, again I guess, one these simple and perfect pleasures of life.

Everyday I love my hometown more and more. It only depends on you whether you get the best out of a place or not. I have waited long before really understanding how amazing the mix of cultures of Marseille is true and interesting. I am, right now. And also the light, the climate, the simplicity of life, the port, local alcohol, villages around, trees, landscapes in general.

As a teenager, you're often to shy to speak up. I was. When becoming an adult, you speak louder because you're more confident. I hope that one day you become wise enough to only speak when you have to. The link between this paragraph and the one before is simply that Marseille is a town where there is little room for people who don't build it themselves. And to build it, it is much easier if you are not, somehow, afraid of talking to people in bars, clubs, in the street, or in order to play a football game by the sea. If you are not afraid when they shout, when they get angry, when, in a word, they speak louder than you do, then, you'll feel at home. Speaking, to make the world your own place.

Karma polis is over, again. Alright, this post too. Feel free to make comments. Even, and maybe even more, if it is to tell me to stop talking the same shit as everyone else on my blog.

One last thing: I watched sweet sixteen and thought it was a great film.