#paris attack

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Deux ans déjà...

Aujourd’hui je me souviens des victimes des attentats du 13 novembre 2015. Vous êtes partis mais jamais oubliés....pensées pour tous

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[doctor-who-wolf-art]

Why do human beings kill human beings?

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Children of Paradise

They were smiles, they were tears, They were laughter that sang like the birds. They were mornings beside the sea, Hearts of sorrow, hearts of light.

They were poems, they were wings, They were I love you’s whispered by the stream. They were coffee, they were the small café, They were strangers, with no flag to bear.

They were of Paris, they were of the provinces, Hearts of rain that made my heart ache. They were full of life, with the gaze of spring, Hearts that laughed while the heavens wept.

They were promises, they were becoming, They were far too young to have to leave. They were sons of East and sons of West, Children of Paradise — children of the Bataclan.

They were French at heart, or citizens of all lands, They were the dew weeping beneath a shawl. They were budding blooms, they were songs, They were the sorrow that rises with dawn.

They were families, they were friends, They were what shimmers in the midnight sky. They were lovers, holding each other close, Two against tyranny, one against fear.

They were like you, they were like me, Not warriors — yet they died in battle. They were hearts of love, hearts that beat, And will keep beating, even beneath the cross.

They were the friends I never knew, They were my homeland — and yours too, I believe. They will remain Paris; Paris will remember. Forever their light shall burn.

They were called I love you, they were called youth, They were called poem, they were called tenderness. They were called sister, they were called brother, They were called child, they were called dream.

They were called joy, they were called peace, They were called, I think, the children of France. From every horizon, bearing every name, They were called love, they were called tomorrow.

They were called Jacques Brel, and perhaps Barbara, They were called the sky, they were called why. Here still lies the horror sleeping in the wood, That joins the eternal — the innocent, I believe.

They were raised fists, they were our songs, Hearts clenched before the torturer’s stare. They were hearts of carnations, flowers against guns, And to our grieving hearts, we weep for our friends.

For the innocent slain, yes, fallen to bullets, For the unknown soldier beneath the storm of fire — If these are dead letters, hymns of sorrow, It is Verdun’s plains knocking once again.

If they fell tonight, on this black Friday, The brothers of my land — leaving us despair. My country, your culture was murdered, But you know — my culture shall never die.

You, my country of Molière and Vinci, My country of Voltaire and Valmy, You, my country of Earth, my country Paris, You, my fallen land — rise up, my country!

You, my country of light, my country of life, My literary homeland, my homeland of grief. You, my country, my brothers — brother of my soul, As one loves their mother — we love our home.

[everythingshouldbereality]

Paris: Gunman opens fire outside hospital, kills 1

Paris: Gunman opens fire outside hospital, kills 1

Image Source : AP Police officers leave the scene after a shooting Monday, in Paris.  Paris police are hunting for a gunman who opened fire Monday near a hospital in the wealthy 16th district of the French capital, killing one person and injuring another. Paris police said the shooter fired several shots before fleeing on a two-wheeled vehicle. Police had no other immediate details. Latest…

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2 dead in hostage-taking incident near Paris

2 dead in hostage-taking incident near Paris

Image Source : FILE 2 dead in hostage-taking incident near Paris At least two people were killed following a hostage-taking incident in the French region of Val-d’Oise, about 20 km north of Paris, according to reports. French television BFM TV said in a report that the incident took place on Thursday evening in inside a company building located in the region’s Domont department, Xinhua news…

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[zennis]

It took me two years to brace myself for watching the short docuseries “November 13: Attack on Paris” and yes, clearly the re-living of such a deranged massacre is deeply disturbing. But this personal telling of the survivors’ stories around the events of that fateful evening also shines a light on the very best of humanity — of courage, kindness, fortitude, compassion and, ultimately, love.

This post is dedicated to all the victims and survivors of those terrible attacks on 13th November 2015 — you will always be remembered, always loved. The series is currently on Netflix: https://www.netflix.com/title/80190097 — these black screen-shots are grabbed from the translated subtitles beneath the closing testimony of a survivor.