Wednesday, September 29, 2010

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It's never too late


Like many children, Riccardo does not go to bed: he wants to stay, as adults, although it is too late for that. And even if his family is trying to dissuade the boy, helped by a nice big bear, a Mrs. Doe and a white cat wearing a yellow jacket, which will guide them with his headlights, undertook the long journey to distant country where you can party till late, Too Late the country.

Throughout the pages, thanks to the musical text, like a lullaby, the Italian singer Giovanna Zoboli, and illustrations all smooth Swedish artist Camilla Engman, who signs here his first album, the reader finds himself embedded in an enchanted world.


It's never too late

Giovanna Zoboli and Camilla Engman

40 pages , 23 x 26

album from 3 years

PPV: 13.90 €

EAN: 9782358510448

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Diapers Instead Of Pads

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Saturday, September 18, 2010

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Reader Reader: 9/12/2010



Thursday, September 16, 2010

White Bubble On Lip Piercing

And you play your body


And you play your body

E t here you are again rejected by the bad tide

Passions despotic

Your battered body emerges from the fog of lust sticky

Plays a complaint and shameful veil of false pretense

Shadow departs, empty places before your figure rolled

Wrapped fresh sweat mingled perfume past

Your breath heavy load air sob of regret caustic

Once again, the master of pleasure is his prey to his thank you.

You come back to play your role as dancer insignificant

Subjected to the whims of the director ruthless

And you play your body and threw a dice on a casino table

You dream of heaven, you give yourself distracted, and cover yourself in green verdigris

How dark delight the soul of the lover tyrannical?

How to get through to your eyes, be the favorite, better, unique?

And the diabolical trap closes crazy illusions still

And the flowers of evil, greedy vulvas, swallows you still mad dragonfly.



Yves Untel Pastel

Pressure Point To Start My Period

the unknown, Yves Doe Pastel


illustration of the author, the rose and hummingbird!
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UNKNOWN


I never dreamed these rosy tales

That number is moving

And I found some silly


The princess prisoner in a dungeon

a lover jealous retain their knees

Ready for torturing if she broke her chains


Monster posted to his cell on guard

And the prince of a suicidal cripple love naive

Ready to die to save the queen of his heart


I am moved by the stranger came from nowhere This traveler to

eyes full of nostalgia

Seek the road to his hotel


one that carries with it so many tragedies unknown

And who deserves to put his head on a shoulder

It does crying inside but suffer


The modesty which never speaks of love

But who is watching from the agonies and mistrust

sincere attentions of those who do not take him


Nothing she does to monetize its peacefulness

Nothing she does of herself without losing her dignity

Nothing she does finally find a husband for his rest.


May 2010


Yves Doe Pastel


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only impermanence is permanent.


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years Trade hearts nothing guarantees the permanence Hope is a seed, a promise

I

encloses it in my arm and the rudder a raft

is my only viaticum to face the abyss of destiny.

Ha! Love this great trophy hunter chasing both!

Love crucible of happiness, love this nectar rare

This elixir that no Emperor can conquer by force,

Sometimes I think to hold it, sometimes I feel robbed!

My heart is somewhere between a rock and a hard place.

How unfortunate that open wound without liniment!

O I would crucify the torment of passion jealous

Fix titanium nails to the four cardinal points

consolidate the fragile edifice of my happiness uncertain.

But nothing is more certain that the erosion next

And wisdom is to accept that the feelings of the heart

Melt downwind along the dunes Desert

Nothing is impassive before the roll time

All implodes in a big bang and disperses recursive

Eternity is the executioner of vanity and history

Traditions are pretentious illusion

All or later, the reign dust

sound the tocsin of the wide dispersion.

only impermanence is permanent.


Yves Doe Pastel


Shooting Of Tarak Mehta Ka Ulta Chashma

Desire

Normal


D

ince that first glance moved Fond of desperate passion

Drunk you, day and night you haunt me

Impatient and miserable I hope you come back.

Nefertiti Come to my dreams,

Firebird my paradise

Returns goddess of my island

Moon of my nights lonely

Returns before Expect

makes me mad!

Here I am by your continued spectrum

Wandering drifting over the instant

My sense of you hungry and embittered

Hurricane thorns hurt me much

You're my peace if your heart agrees

Where my punishment if your reason forbid thee

C ' is you ointment to the wound of my soul

Where caustic scratch if your reason you away


Yves Doe Pastel


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Jealousy. A love

insidious and persistent jealousy You gave her kiss on the lips crimson.

Transportation violent passion blind
You entwine, you tie up and lead you sometimes
In Business absurd and dangerous.

It is often said that loveth not jealous!
But jealousy should not point too,
Believe

on parole because the turtle free to love takeoffs
In his gentle cooing dove better
The sweet accents of his love.


Yves Doe Pastel


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Who really loves

not calculate risks

It is not feelings grocer

does not pass his love through loss and profit

While that he loves

It is no longer the same being

Neither fear nor reason

will because of his determination

It is ready to jump into the void of uncertain future

hello hoping for single arm that the person he loves.

Being in love is like

the hunter gem!

If he thinks he found the crystal of his life

It gets rid of everything he owns

And at its peril

offered, regardless of price, the object of his passion.

What

poor adventurer that the Gold Digger Who

without taking any risk, fetches his booty

In a box of family jewels?

Love takes all risks

Because no sentiment is more perfect!


beings who love each other give

For better and accept the worst.

is precisely what makes love

To give whole body and soul to be loved.

Who does not give only half do not like.

When the only justice that seeks the love

is reciprocity and sharing.

When someone is ready to give

We do not play him

Because it gives all of him, he put his life, his hope

In this blazing fire where it will burn

For it is itself the wood of sacrifice.

Any healthy and sustainable relationship between two people

is forged by faithful self-sacrifice made

And based on compliance as an absolute value.

So when you want to be that you will give everything to

Treat yourself to it, without cheating, as faithfully ;

This will be the perfect witness to a love pure and fair.

Thus spoke the faithful guardian angel!

Yves Doe Pastel


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Helen Rose

My Rose Helen
Snowing
A little window on my spleen



Everything outside is wearing one white wool

Amid the snowy wilderness
A red spot me happy: A Rose Scarlet

topped with flake
Pointe head

It definitely makes a dry cold
But all is not gloomy today




The sun is close to break
Through the clouds blown by the wind. I'll

keep warm on the bench come
Until My
Helen Rose.





Yves Doe Pastel




Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Animated Woman Pregnancy

The miracle of love The love


claustra Here I am in my dark cave The days go rolling stone weary thoughts

In soul, thread by thread, the node is mixed up and running in the stomach
love melancholy insidious

My whimsical mood rises then falls in storm
harassed into tears depression.

On my suddenly dry wood under the caress of a hand
A shy bud breaks the rough bark

My friend you're always there when needed tenderness
Generous and stingy word

your fingers through my hair your breath on my neck You
silent homes carefree time

patient Your love surrounds me and waits
What my clouds go by and my sky lights.

torpor My miracle of the moment fades
Greening My heart and my strength come together

It is a delight to taste the flavor
one joy that comes back and we thought lost.

Happiness is to live in well little:
Meet your soul mate who knows how to love.


Yves Doe Pastel
http://yvesuntelpastel.blogspot.com


Breastfeeding Baby Chew

distraught.



You take me almost everything leave me empty and hungry for you You slip stealthy thief elusive lover
Between my fingers Fog and my soul at bay

Your eyes pierced me with ineffable sweetness
Not a word courting, just a breath passage
And here I am bewitched, subject tied to the gallows
Passion assailed me lamin , m'émiette

I love you without reason willing victim
My head is buzzing hive implodes frantic and crazy
I absorb the gall of waiting and hoping
honey Love is my poison and just as my remedy

Immense is my hope in the morning Without triumphant
Point is my distress at night Sweet blushing
silent executioner, my bully innocent
Tell me a word, a syllable, not a vowel

I beg you, just a word to fire me
One that disperses my dream to rain illusion
A tender and firm referring me to myself
One that frees me from you and me back to reason.


Yves Doe Pastel
http://yvesuntelpastel.blogspot.com


How Much Tequila Is In A Bucket Of Margarita Mix

Sorrowful Passion deep love



Shots rang out, Thunder warning of chaos
Her soft silhouette collapsed, destroyed
his pulse in his body responded And the storm
the wounds of his eyes flash slaying

As night forsook her black dress and put on the ornaments
the dawn
I took her in my arms and I close the lovingly
'I felt faint and then melting tenderness
Struck down by my own pain as I sank
unconscious
For how long, I do not know!

When I opened my eyes then
She had evaporated, without noise, boom!
In my chest floated a warm mist
In air, suspended, a scent elsewhere. I had not dreamed
, I know! A bright star
danced in the sky! My love
flighty, you never come back to me?


Yves Doe Pastel
http://yvesuntelpastel.blogspot.com


Good Thesis For Abortion





yes I love you! But I do not keep prostrate lover
Deep a dark cellar by moisture
Transi unhealthy
my tears I do not keep
banned arms hugging my body My heart cold
back blocking my mouth
Repressing my "I love you"
Deep in my gut The lampposts do ...
taunt
Not my solitude night pacing the aisles
deserted the city irrelevant.
I told so many rivers my love letters
I gave my soul to heaven
On the wings of pigeons
I have sown my love to fly
In fields with a thousand roses
J ' I pulled the Cane And my prayers stolen
prostrate myself at all the chapels on my way
It is not an angel who has shared my secret
Not a demon, who have wiped my rage to defend my dream
The devil himself is unable to tear myself away from the heart
Offering you that I intended
Only God can force me to disarm
In a break from my love crusade.


Yves Doe Pastel


Will Huntik Have Season 2

EC YES NO RETURN



Normal

Normal

Yes I love you,

But one that satisfies me for servant

also spread out his passion on the mat sacrificial

I do not give point, a vulgar way

daisy

Picked along a busy highway

I give myself up as a trophy snatched

After a protracted and uncertain outcome

Yes I love you and want you at my heels

Thus the desert wind and hunt continues hot sand

Yes I love you and want me chasing

Thus the ephemeral flower blooms for

Who

that once every hundred years

Yes I love you and want you too distracted me

Braving the cataracts to the rise bold

Until

source of happiness I love you but you have me do that with me crucified

In the blaze of a "yes" return

body and soul melted in the forge ruthless

Who ore impure passions

A perfect tiara, unique

absolute love.



Yves Doe Pastel http://yvesuntelpastel.blogspot.com
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waters licking the edges, your feet anchored And seemed to cling to your ankles pocket


The sun shone through clouds

beautify the surroundings of its joyful glow

You were taken in an oblique beam

shadow all around and you illuminated

The wind rustled and your dress Clear your hair

Filed on your forehead leaves lost.

You were moving between shadow and light

Your red dress so your body married

The last drops of rain scattered crystals

slid smooth leaves and you still anchored

Carried by the breeze softly moist you go

curious figure among the elements

Fearing that pressed you do fly

ephemeral butterfly behind the bougainvillea

I descended the steps leading to the bank

To get a closer look and discover your features

You'll remember your steps Me and my breath

You look at me as if you were waiting

You have arranged your hair in confusion

And I saw your brown eyes and slight wrinkles

Sometimes it takes rain, wind and sun

To paint the moment your life changes.

We often walk today,

along this same river

Because since I tell you "you"

aging near you.

Yves Doe Pastel

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

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The woman in the tropical rain. Yves

Yves Doe Pastel with salt and love: LOVE AND REASON

"Valentine, 2006 LOVE AND REASON Here in those moments when One way the reason I turn mine to tell you my love I c. .. "


Are Cage Free Eggs Hormone Free

No mercy for sneakers


"For months, Joseph dreams of new sneakers and one pair in particular, Mike spotted at the Air sports shop center commercial. (...) Her mother knows that Joseph wants a pair of Air Mike. For months he said.

- Mom, my new sneakers that will be Mike Air ? (...)

- Yes, yes, my cat, we'll see. "


But it is seen ... Joseph how he will succeed in overcoming the trauma of his new pair of sneakers that look like anything but the Air Mike? How her mother could she do that? How will it withstand the taunts of his friends at school? Now, no mercy, Joseph is ready to tackle any new shoes.

An album that tells a common experience for many schoolchildren.


Olivier Tallec has site on which you can find his books, comics and many other works.


No mercy for sneakers

Joy Sorman and Olivier Tallec

40 pages, 21.4 x 33 , 5

Album From 5 years

PPV: 14,90 €

EAN: 9782358510417

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Goodbye Little Sock

"Socks, my rabbit buffalo. He called this way because of his ears he can not keep straight. (...) We must recognize that as a playmate, it is zero. No one in football, no one to fight (...). Especially, I can not continue to have a rabbit as a best friend: I am no longer a baby. I decided to get rid of. "

The day the narrator of the story decides to separate from sock, he plunged with him into the forest ... way, he tried to tell him goodbye, will cross a mysterious girl, and once only, will realize that it was perhaps not quite ready to grow.

Benjamin Chaud offers, through this album, which he signed the text and illustrations, the portrait of a little boy realistic and perfect bad faith, midway between Calvin of Calvin & Hobbes and Charlie Brown.


Farewell Socks

Benjamin Chaud

40 pages, 21.4 x 33.5

Album from 4 years

PPV: € 14.90

EAN: 9782358510394

Monday, September 13, 2010

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Doe Pastel with salt and love: LOVE AND REASON

Valentine 2006


LOVE AND REASON

That in those moments when I reach the mine because One way to tell you my love I thought find meaning in the madness of love. But I was a fool led by demons laughing

Of love I want the gentle musings At the source of tenderness and nourish myself I look Determined not to succumb to the tyrannical excesses. I want to love softly without forcing my nature And one who loves me I want to be loving but wise.

Accept my love like a breeze at dusk
contemplate the sunset in his moving lights.

Leave me your heart like a flower plucked
Mine will be your vessel, the better, forever your oasis.

Yves UNTEL PASTEL


Guy Getting Raped On Camera

LOVE AND REASON























Letter

At the foot of the
PYRAMID



I dread the moment

the top of my pyramid


Established in conveniences


Do these feelings come
Scalding and despotic and

The great chaos does grabs
Just a word just one And an orderly life apparently


Switches in the heat of passion
Just a silhouette passing
An electric motion in the air
For directions shaken panic
Just a look and earth escapes
The horizon disorder and reason fail
paths traced become barriers
It only needs a smile so that the greedy beast
inside me walled wakes up and rebel
One word, just one to erase all laws O Unknown
you live in this crazy gasoline
Pray be silent and do not say these words burning
Lest thrown into turmoil the fire in me ablaze.

Yves Doe Pastel
September 11, 2010


http://yvesuntelpastel.blogspot.com

Saturday, September 11, 2010

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Letter At the foot of the PYRAMID

Yves Doe Pastel with salt and love: LOVE MURDERER
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Friday, September 10, 2010

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Marshmalone

adulescents Lolita is like any other: it collects a bunch of items useless (which it still retains), revels in his childhood memories and was much annoyed on the benches of the Paris Paris. During his stay in Montreal, where she followed her studies, she learned with horror that she will have ... a little brother. But this is impossible!

Yet Marshmalone happens, causing the confusion of Lolita, who grew up as an only child and must now share her father with this newcomer. Against all odds, the little brother forces the girl to become a big sister turns doubtful, jealous, sadistic, agitated, and finally conquered ever wonder about the meaning of life.

Through short chapters, such as picture freeze, the childhood of Lolita is so far away so close, while the boy, she is a privileged witness, replied, echoing .

A modern and intimate vision of a young girl of her time.


Marshmalone

Lolita Sechan

112 pages, 15 x 21

Graphic novel

PPV: 10,90 €

EAN: 9782358510363


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