wild horse

criquis

patchwork

hands in glove

cercle extrapolation

black

buttelflies cold vs hot

points

the colors and the shape

lady

THE WAIT.

SWEET DREAMS

KEEP ON ROCKIN' IN THE FREE WORLD

THE SLIVER..

THE GREEN..

HE FIRE DANCER...

THE DANCE OF FIRE

the face

in the first

guitariste

Faces..

the colors

..Hairdo

look @t me

..corduroy

Blues

sanguine

on the montain

IF YOU JUSTE SMILE

PËACE,LOVE & UNDERSTANDING.

MASTERMIND

HIDDEN TREASURE...1988

THIS IS MY OLDEST ONE

MIRAGE

GOOD LOVERS MAKE GREAT ENEMIES..

LE RENDEZ VOUS

Sitting on a bench in far woods -
With a Red rose in my hand;
The petals would fall one by one.
And Time would pass very slowly...
Touching my brOken heart hardly -
With a soft wind of ancient hopes..
Yes, long hours would pass by,
As heavy as lead fallen into sea!!
Yes, I would wait for long hours,
For my lover to come - for love...
And still the petals would fall all

l'ALCOOLIQUE

dont throw your baby into the sea..

nature morte

what's wrong with this picture..,?!

AGRANDISSEZ L'IMAGE ET DITES MOI EST CE QU'ELLE EST STATIQUE OU PAS

C scientifique

A corner of my room

dont throw your baby into the sea

RONALDINHO

LIKE AN ANGEL

fragile comme un papillon,
une fois on touche a ces ailes ,
il ne peut plus s'envoler

artful man

clicker sur la photo
Although known mostly for his musical accomplishment, Kurt Cobain was also a gifted visual artist. His better known works are the numerous record covers that he has designed for his band Nirvana, but beyond those, he also created a vast amount of paintings, drawings, sculptures, collages and sound/video montages. This section of LN tries to create a comprehensive collection of pictures of Kurt Cobain's art.

Naji Ali

clicker sur l'image
Naji al-Ali, célèbre caricaturiste palestinien, est né en Galilée en 1937. En 1948, année de la Nakba, il devient réfugié du camp libanais de Ein-el-Helweh.
Sarcastiques et très audacieux, les dessins de Naji al-Ali reflètent son expérience de réfugié palestinien, expriment la lutte et la résistance à l’occupation israélienne et traduisent clairement ses positions politiques souvent très critiques à l’égard des régimes arabes.
Naji Al-Ali fut atteint d’une balle dans la tête le 22 juillet 1987 à Londres. Il décéda le 29 août de la même année, il fut le premier caricaturiste à être assassiné pour ses dessins.
Ses caricatures sont aisément reconnaissables par ce petit personnage mythique Handala (du nom d’un arbrisseau très amer et très résistant poussant dans le désert). Handala est un petit garçon de dix ans misérable et déterminé qui nous tourne le dos en croisant les bras.

le violoniste..12/2005

watch the weather chance

PATIENCE_WOMAN..11/2005

VOTRE IMAGE EST CE QUE VOUS ETES.L'IMAGE QUE VOUS PRESENTEZ AU MONDE EST CE QUE VOUS ETES EFFECTIVEMENT.VOTRE IMGE NE VIELLIT PAS PAR SUITE DE L'AGE,MAIS DE L'EXTERIEURE.VOTRE VISAGE VIELLIT A FORCE D'ETRE REGARDé.A FORCE D'ETRE PHOTOGRAPHIé.LES FEMMES PORTE LE YASMAQ A FIN DE SE PROTEGER DU REGARD DES AUTRES..A FIN DE RESTER JEUNES.

the artful hand

zin

lady star light

LE DERNIER DIMANCHE DE FEVRIER

IL EST 17HR ET IL FAIT FROID;LE CIEL EST GRIS..TOUTES LES FEN2TRES DU CARTIER SONT FERMEES,CERTAINES LAMPES SONT DéJà ALLUMEES..J'MAGINE QUE TOUT LES AHABITANTS DU CARTIER SONT CHEZ EUX EN TRAIN DE REGARDER LA TELE,OU ASSIS AUTOUR D'UNE TABLE DE THé..AUCUNE MOMTIF N'EST ASSEZ SUFFISANT POUR KITTER SONT MATELA ET SORTIR DEHORS.
MOI? JE MOCCUPAIS L'ESPRIT AVEC DES EXERCICES DE G.B,ACCOMPAGNé DE luis ARMSTRONG,.D'U MOMENT A L'AUTRE,POUR ME RELAXER, JE JETTE DES COUP D'OEIL A PRAVERS LA FENETRE, DEHORS AUCUN SIGNE DE VIE,DES ARBRES DANCAIENT AU RYTHME DU VENT ET DES ENFANTS,4FILLES ,2GARCONS QUI S'ENFOUTAIENT DE LA METEROLOGIE,EN FAIT C'ETAIT LEUR CRI QUI M'AVAIT POUSSER A QUITTER MA CHAISE,ILS JOUAIENT A UNPETIT JEU QU'ON APPEL"L'ELASTIQUE"IL EST EN PRINCIPE RESERVE AUX FILLES....JE LAI ESPIONAIS, MAIS J'ETE PAS LE SEUL A LE FAIRE;DERIERE UNE FENETRE TOUT PRES DE CES INNOCENTES CREATURES, DEUS FEMMENS FAISAIENT LA MEME CHOSE QUE MOI,IL YA MEME UNE DEMOSELLE QUI AVAIT OSé OUVRIRE SA FENETRE POUR LES MATER ....LA CHALEUR DE LA NOSTALGIE A SURPASSé LE FROID DE L'AUTOMNE

smile..

Smile, though your heart is aching
Smile, even though it's breaking
When there are clouds in the sky
You'll get by...

If you smile
With your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just...

Light up your face with gladness
Hide every trace of sadness
Although a tear may be ever so near
That's the time you must keep on trying
Smile, what's the use of crying
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just...

Smile, though your heart is aching
Smile, even though it's breaking
When there are clouds in the sky
You'll get by...

If you smile
Through your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just smile...

That's the time you must keep on trying
Smile, what's the use of crying
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just smile

help me im hungry

la banque mondiale a faim
le FMI credite
ou ils n'ont pas de couilles
ou elles sont toutes petites

Anytime you need a friend

CRYPTIC WRITIN

don't think twice..

BETTER MAN
Waitin’, watchin’ the clock, it’s four o’clock, it’s got to stop
Tell him, take no more, she practices her speech
As he opens the door, she rolls over...
Pretends to sleep as he looks her over
She lies and says she’s in love with him, can’t find a better man...
She dreams in color, she dreams in red, can’t find a better man...
Talkin’ to herself, there’s no one else who needs to know...
She tells herself, oh...

STILL WAITIN..

INDIFFERENCE

zin

LE GUITARISTE

I look at you all see the love there that’s sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps
I don’t know why nobody told you how to unfold your love
I don’t know how someone controlled you
They bought and sold you.

I look at the world and I notice it’s turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps
I don’t know how you were diverted
You were perverted too
I don’t know how you were inverted
No one alerted you.

I look at you all see the love there that’s sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
Look at you all...
Still my guitar gently weeps.

mother love bone

sunny face..

WITH THE LIGHTS IN..2004

zin

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ETE2003

zin

THE LITTLE GROUPE

our little group has always been
and always will
until the end..

TAKE

zin

..IT

zin

EA..ZY

zin

crawlin blus

zin

zin....zin

zinzin

cat

zin

the devil is so lovely

loin d'ici, demon! tu es banni de ces lieux!

zin

the color and the shape..2003

zin

the thinkin'"2003

A man lies in his bed in a room with no door
He waits, hoping for a presence or something, anything to enter
After spending half his life searching
He still felt as blank as the ceiling at which he stared
He is alive, but feels absolutely nothing, so is he?

When he was six, he believed that the moon overhead followed him
By nine, he deciphered the illusion, trading magic for fact, no trade-backs
So this is what it's like to be an adult?
If he only knew now what he knew then

the thinkin 2003

zin

spring is here againe 2003

BUTTERFIES

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des été de pluie

And in my darkest moment, feeble and weeping
The moon tells me a secret, a confidant
As full and bright as I am
This light is not my own and
A million light reflections pass over me

where is the feast we were promessed

the bright side of the moon

zin

allo..!

zin

let's swim to the moon

zin

les cheveux

zin

cougoir

zin

the mystic

zin

une histoire ordinaire

You live in a world of fantasy
You live in a web of deceit
You want it all including me
You like it all to be neat

I come to you when shadows fall
I leave as the dawn arrives
Hide the truth to deceive them all
How my good intention lies

Try to silence the suspicions
Feeding the dark inhibitions
We can never let anyone see
The sin I bring called ecstasy
The sin I bring ecstasy

Secret meetings that we hide
Deeds of iniquity
The price of foolish pride
The cost of immorality

And we hide the truth to deceive them all
And the pain of what will never be

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the anythin

zin

eric clapton

zin

doliprane......

A tous mes loupés, mes ratés, mes vrais soleils
Tous les chemins qui me sont passés à côté
A tous mes bateaux manqués, mes mauvais sommeils
A tous ceux que je n'ai pas été

Aux malentendus, aux mensonges, à nos silences
A tous ces moments que j'avais cru partager
Aux phrases qu'on dit trop vite et sans qu'on les pense
A celles que je n'ai pas osées
A nos actes manqués

Aux années perdues à tenter de ressembler
A tous les murs que je n'aurais pas su briser
A tout c'que j'ai pas vu tout près, juste à côté
Tout c'que j'aurais mieux fait d'ignorer

Au monde, à ses douleurs qui ne me touchent plus
Aux notes, aux solos que je n'ai pas inventés
Tous ces mots que d'autres ont fait rimer et qui me tuent
Comme autant d'enfants jamais portés
A nos actes manqués

Aux amours échouées de s'être trop aimé
Visages et dentelles croisés justes frôlés
Aux trahisons que j'ai pas vraiment regrettées
Aux vivants qu'il aurait fallu tuer

A tout ce qui nous arrive enfin, mais trop tard
A tous les masques qu'il aura fallu porter
A nos faiblesses, à nos oublis, nos désespoirs
Aux peurs impossibles à échanger

A nos actes manqués

dave mustane

mojo_rizin

zin

anavrin

in blue

watch it die

BAD RELIGION LYRICS

"Watch It Die"

I was born on planet earth
the rotating ball where man comes first
it's been around for a long, long time
but now it's time to watch it die

I saw a man on my big blue screen
he ruled the world economy
he said the rich would never concede
but some day soon he'll be put to sleep

I've seen the life of the forest green
and adaptations of the deep blue seas
and who knows who is the fittest
they will all soon be put to rest

On a plunging flight and we're sitting
in the pilots seat in the midst of life
people on a dark horizon praying
somebody will save their lives

I was born on planet earth
at a drastic time full of plastic mirth
and everyday I've seen increasing signs
and you would too if you'd opened your eyes
you had a chance you did not try
so now it's time to watch it die

the third eye

le mal du pays

zin

3az3ouzi..

i think its gonna rain when i die..

Bury me softly in this womb
I give this part of me for you
Sand rains down and here I sit
Holding rare flowers
In a tomb...in bloom

Down in a hole and I don’t know if I can be saved
See my heart I decorate it like a grave
You don’t understand who they
Thought I was supposed to be
Look at me now a man
Who won’t let himself be

Down in a hole, feelin’ so small
Down in a hole, losin’ my soul
I’d like to fly,
But my wings have been so denied

Down in a hole and they’ve put all
The stones in their place
I’ve eaten the sun so my tongue
Has been burned of the taste
I have been guilty
Of kicking myself in the teeth
I will speak no more
Of my feelings beneath

Down in a hole, feelin’ so small
Down in a hole, losin’ my soul
I’d like to fly but my
Wings have been so denied

watch the weader change

le bonheur

CE DESSIN JE LAI FAIS QUAND J'éTé AU LYCéé 1999 .
DANS LA SALLE DE PHYLO.AVEC LA COLLABORATION DE ANASS.LENN

J.L HOOKER AND BB KING

in blue

dont give in..

dive in me..

can we chow our faces now

black angel

zinzins

no one here gets out alive..

nirvanamania

sad face

the a chance

the king

the sun is gone

zin

les best dessins animés du monde

les zinzins

jeff ament

hi how are you?

come with us!!