André H.P. Cools (1 August 1927 – 18 July 1991) was a Belgian socialist politician who died by assassination.
Cools had a long and distinguished political career. He was Belgian budget minister from 1968 to 1971, Deputy Prime Minister from 1969 to 1972, head of the Belgian Socialist Party from 1973 to 1978, head of the Parti Socialiste from 1978 to 1981, president of the Walloon Council from 1982 to 1985, and minister of the government of the Walloon Region from 1988 to 1990. He was also given the honorific title of Minister of State (Belgium) in 1983. In 1990 he retired from the national political scene after an internal power struggle within the PS but he remained influential in the PS party in Liège.
Cools was noted for his pithy pronouncements. For example, when in 1984 he commented on who he thought the four greatest United States' Presidents had been, he said: 'Roosevelt, Roosevelt, Roosevelt and Roosevelt'.
His nickname was "Le maître de Flémalle" (Flémalle's master). Cools had been mayor of Flémalle-Haute from 1964 to 1977 and after the merger from Flémalle from 1977 until his death.
André Duchesne (May 1584, L'Île-Bouchard - May 30, 1640, Paris) (sometimes Du Chesne, Latinized Andreas Chesneus, Andreas Quercetanus, or Andreas Querneus) was a French geographer and historian, generally styled the father of French history. He was educated at Loudun and afterwards at Paris. From his earliest years he devoted himself to historical and geographical research, and his first work, Egregiarum seu selectarum lectionum et antiquitatum liber, published in his eighteenth year, displayed great erudition. He enjoyed the patronage of Cardinal Richelieu, a native of the same district with himself, through whose influence he was appointed historiographer and geographer to the king.
He died in 1640, in consequence of having been run over by a carriage when on his way from Paris to his country house at Verrières.
Duchesne's works were very numerous and varied, and in addition to what he published, he left behind him more than 100 folio volumes of manuscript extracts now preserved in the Bibliothèque Nationale (L. Delisle, Le Cabinet des manuscrits de la Bibliothèque impériale, t. L, 333-334).
The air was thick with scented smoke; the talk was much to small.
The words would fall and crawl in corners, wind up eaten by the cat,
but still they spat and groped each other's fat.
Danced with rubber arms and granite feet. The planet creeped.
The ceiling flaked and floated in the beer.
We stayed clear. We stayed here, under glass.
And you I know you're trying though you haven't got a clue.
See them laughing in the showers. Twist and grab a shouting Jew...
Did they ride you through the corridors, make you climb the wall?
Did you fall? Did she cry? Did you look for other fools to fry?
To fortify your island under glass.
I know how and where you work; it's written around your collar,
sweat and dirt and sloping shoulders. You keep tripping on your hands,
yellow hands, tired hands, pushing pens and pushing sixty,
waiting for the man to push you off your shelf.
Send you rollercoasting frozen to your hole under glass.
And you may be tough and loud; you throw your weight around.
But you're jelly when the lights go out - you're hearing every sound.
The wailing chambers, whispering walls, the bitching neighbours'
spirits call, accuse you with their fire eyes that freeze.
You fry, you slip their nails inside you.
You try and try to hide out under glass.
Green in your love on bright days
You grew sun blind, you thought me unkind
To remind you how winter kills
Lost in daydreams you drove too fast and got nowhere
You rode on half fare when you got too scared
How winter kills
Tear at me searching for weaker seams
Pain in your eyes makes me cruel, makes me spiteful
Tears are delightful welcome your nightfall
How winter kills
I'll tear at you searching for weaker seams
Winter kills
Winter kills
Winter kills
Green, in your love
On bright days
You grew sun blind
You thought me unkind
To remind you
How winter kills
Lost in daydreams
You drove too fast
And got nowhere
You rode on half fare
When you got too scared
How winter kills
Tear at me searching for weaker seams
Pain, in your eyes
Makes me cruel
Makes me spiteful
Tears are delightful
Welcome your nightfall
How winter kills
I'll tear at you searching for weaker seams
How many times can you put me down
'Til in your heart you realize,
If you choose to criticize
You choose your enemies
Everything that I say and do
In your eyes is always wrong,
Tell me where do I belong
In a sick society
You're no different to me yeah
You're no different,
No different to me
Look at yourself instead of looking at me
With accusation in your eyes,
Do you want me crucified for my profanity
Concealing your crimes behind a Grandeur of lies
Tell me where do I begin
If you think you're without sin
Be the first to cast the stone
You're no different to me yeah
You're no different, no different to me
You're no different to me yeah
You're no different, no different to me
Can't you see, can't you see
You're no different to me
Won't you see, won't you see
You're no different to me
Living my life in a way that I choose
You say I should apologize,
Is that envy in your eyes
Reflecting jealousy
Tell me the truth and I'll admit to my guilt
If you'll try and understand,
Green in your love on bright days
You grew sunblind you thought me unkind
To remind you how winter kills
Lost in daydreams you drove too fast and got nowhere
You drove on half fare when you got too scared
How winter kills
Tear at me searching for weak seams
Pain in your eyes makes me cruel
Makes me spiteful tears are delightful welcome your nightfall
How winter kills
I tear at you searching for weak seams
How winter kills
Winter Calls when I'm alone and at the end of the day
Like any fool who'd been the owner to a pretty face
Now time it separates us to a different place
I'd be alright if I could only stop me thinking
And if I'm happy cause you say you are I'd be lying
And if I said I was a man that don't need anyone at all
Then I know I was wrong
So don't leave me out in the cold
Foolishly shaking my bones
If you don't want my heart let me know
I get lonely when winter calls
Winter calls the start of june until the end of May
Cause any rule I've ever had I've always had to break
I find I sit around trying to compensate
I feel alright at times but only when I'm drinking
And yes it hurts to know that I am not your obligation
But I don't want to spend a lifetime waiting...
And if I'm happy cause you say you are I'd be lying
And every time I close my eyes I'm hearing warning
sirenes
The thought of you in someone else's arms and I feel
violent
The air was thick with scented smoke; the talk was much to small. The
words would fall and crawl in corners, wind up eaten by the cat, but
still they spat and groped each other's fat. Danced with rubber arms
and granite feet. The planet creeped. The ceiling flaked and floated
in the beer. We stayed clear. We stayed here, under glass.
And you I know you're trying though you haven't got a clue. See them
laughing in the showers. Twist and grab a shouting Jew... Did they
ride you through the corridors, make you climb the wall? Did you fall?
Did she cry? Did you look for other fools to fry? To fortify your
island under glass.
I know how and where you work; it's written around your collar, sweat
and dirt and sloping shoulders. You keep tripping on your hands,
yellow hands, tired hands, pushing pens and pushing sixty, waiting for
the man to push you off your shelf. Send you rollercoasting frozen to
your hole under glass.
And you may be tough and loud; you throw your weight around. But
you're jelly when the lights go out - you're hearing every sound. The
wailing chambers, whispering walls, the bitching neighbours' spirits
call, accuse you with their fire eyes that freeze. You fry, you slip