L'image des coureurs grimpant la rue Lepic avec des centaines de spectateurs enthousiastes massés sur les trottoirs rappelle curieusement un tableau de Monet exposé au Musée d'Orsay
C'est beau, non ?
➡️ https://t.co/QETlKkejHQ
Il aurait eu 101 ans aujourd'hui.
Souvenons-nous de Léon Gautier, né le 27 octobre 1922 et décédé le 3 juillet 2023, vétéran du commando Kieffer débarqué le 6 juin 1944 à
Colleville-sur-Orne (aujourd'hui Colleville-Montgomery), Sword Beach.
Nous ne t'oublierons pas. 🕊️🇫🇷
Cinglante et pertinente chronique d’@EricLeBoucher dans @LesEchos à propos de la pente populiste sur laquelle notre pays se laisse glisser sans résister. Nous perdons la raison.
#lalbummusicaldujour
19 septembre 1972, Neil Young sortait Harvest, son 4e album.
Considéré comme l’un des meilleurs albums de l’histoire du folk rock, cet album devenu mythique aura un énorme succès, en particulier le tube Heart of Gold.
Qui s’en souvient ?
#vivezinspirés
Il faut bien le dire : tout ce qui faisait la beauté et la magie du football est en voie d'extinction.
L'avenir de ce sport n'a plus aucun sens, si ce n'est celui du gros pognon. https://t.co/HexXuqVzgI
Russia:
Invades Moldova 1992
Flattens Grozny 1999
Uses polonium UK 2006
Cyber attacks Estonia 2007
Invades Georgia OTD 2008
Invades Crimea & Eastern Ukraine 2014
Downs MH17 2014
Flattens Aleppo 2015
Uses Novicok 2018
Invades Ukraine more 2022
Also Russia: West is so aggressive
Jesse Owens of USA winning gold for the long jump in the summer Olympics in Germany, 1936. The man saluting behind Owens is Lutz Long, a German who shared training tips with Owens and was the first to openly congratulate him after his final jump in full view of Hitler.
After the Olympics, the two kept in touch via mail. Below is Long's last letter to Owens while he was stationed with the German Army in North Africa during World War 2. Long was later killed in action during the allied invasion of Sicily in 1943.
"I am here, Jesse, where it seems there is only the dry sand and the wet blood. I do not fear so much for myself, my friend Jesse, I fear for my woman who is home, and my young son Karl, who has never really known his father.
My heart tells me, if I be honest with you, that this is the last letter I shall ever write. If it is so, I ask you something. It is a something so very important to me.
It is you go to Germany when this war done, someday find my Karl, and tell him about his father. Tell him, Jesse, what times were like when we not separated by war. I am saying—tell him how things can be between men on this earth.
If you do this something for me, this thing that I need the most to know will be done, I do something for you, now. I tell you something I know you want to hear. And it is true.
That hour in Berlin when I first spoke to you, when you had your knee upon the ground, I knew that you were in prayer. Then I not know how I know. Now I do. I know it is never by chance that we come together. I come to you that hour in 1936 for purpose more than der Berliner Olympiade.
And you, I believe, will read this letter, while it should not be possible to reach you ever, for purpose more even than our friendship. I believe this shall come about because I think now that God will make it come about. This is what I have to tell you, Jesse.
I think I might believe in God. And I pray to him that, even while it should not be possible for this to reach you ever, these words I write will still be read by you.
Your brother, Luz"