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Bernard Aubertin: Unlimited
Vincent Rigot Orgue Aubertin St-Louis-en-l'Ile Bach Sinfonia Cantate BWV 29
Chasse privée aux sangliers a Aubertin (64)
Dr. Michel Aubertin: Mine Wastes Management @ RIME Part 1
Die Orgeln des Monsieur Aubertin
Ma l'ombra sol de Valéry Aubertin
QVC Model Joan Aubertin
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QVC Model Joan Aubertin
THE BLUE DEVILS - The Good & The Bad (Official video)
Aubertin Thomas France-Horuna Stanislav Ukraine
Valéry Aubertin : Improvisation Kandinsky 1914 (première version)
Daria Burlak - Valéry Aubertin, 2ème Livre d'Orgue, Première Sonate
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Actors Catherine Fonteney (actress), Émile Riandreys (actor), Georges Péclet (actor), Léon Belières (actor), Madeleine Suffel (actress), Maurice Thiriet (composer), Jacques Dumesnil (actor), Gérard Blain (actor), Georges Péclet (miscellaneous crew), Henri Charrett (actor), Eugène Yvernès (actor), Annie Ducaux (actress), Max Doria (actor), Jean Morel (actor), Jean Gobet (actor),
Performance di Bernard Aubertin giovedì 2 giugno 2011 presso il Liassidi Palace di Venezia in occasione della 54^ Biennale d'Arte Contemporanea. http://www.a...
Vincent Rigot Orgue Aubertin St-Louis-en-l'Ile Bach Sinfonia Cantate BWV 29 www.organsofparis.vhhil.nl
entraînement sur sangliers a Aubertin(64) au chien courant excellente matinée a regarder avec le son a fond.
Dr. Michel Aubertin is the Scientific Director of the Research Institute on Mines and Environment (RIME UQAT-Polytechnique) and a professor at Ecole Polytech...
Roadmovie über den Besuch der Orgelmanufaktur des Dr. Bernard Aubertin in Courtefontaine-Jura, Frankreich. Im Rahmen der Arbeit für den Pastoralverbund und Orgelbauverein Erwitte besuchten wir zusammen mit dem Dekanatsmusiker Ralf Borghoff, den Künstler, der zur Zeit die neue Orgel für St. Laurentius in Erwitte baut. Mehr Informationen finden Sie auf Facebook oder unter http://pastoralverbund-erwitte.de
Interprété en concert aux grandes orgues de Notre-Dame-de-Paris par Eric Lebrun le 30 novembre 2014. Une partition Chanteloup-Musique. Visitez notre site www.chanteloup-musique.org
all rights reserved to The Blue Devils, 2014 http://tthebluedevils.bandcamp.com be a fan on http://facebook.com/thebluedevilsband video realized by Michael Duque & Omar Dziri directed by Michael Duque, Omar Drizi & Jeremie Aubertin final cut by Jeremie Aubertin
Premier League 2014. Paris Open. Male under 75. 4-th Round. Aubertin Thomas (France) - Horuna Stanislav (Ukraine)
First performance by Eric Lebrun, Notre-Dame de Paris organ, 1993. (Création mondiale à Notre-Dame-de-Paris en 1993)
recorded live at St. Vincenz, Menden/Sauerland November 4, 2012 2ème Livre d'Orgue 1ère Sonate ...c e soir aussi Ombres Passacaille Voyage ailé ...longtemps avant le jour
THE BLUE TABLES 2.012 - hosted by Haier in IFA Berlin 2012 TAKING THE CONSUMER SIDE IN PRODUCT DEVELOPMENT - Marco Carrucciu - Web Marketing Manager and Cons...
These images are a display intended for the SCAM. They were shot in July, 2011 by Zacharie Dutertre in the church Saint-Marceau of Orléans. The editing was r...
Jens Korndoerfer plays Valéry Aubertin's "Liebeslied" www.jenskorndoerfer.com Final Round of the Second Canadian International Organ Competition October 14, ...
Vivez de l'intérieur le Rallye de la Sainte Baume 2014 avec Florent Joly et Ludovic Aubertin à bord de cette sublime C2R2Max ! Abonnez-vous à notre chaîne officielle : https://www.youtube.com/user/RacingManagementTv Pour retrouver toutes nos actualités, suivez-nous sur : - www.racing-management.fr - https://www.facebook.com/racingmanage... - https://twitter.com/Racing_Mgnt - http://instagram.com/racingmanagement
Embarquez à bord de la Peugeot 206 RC GrA de l'équipage David JULIA/Ludovic AUBERTIN n°92 qui réalise le 22ème temps scartch dans cette ES n°14 dans des cond...
concert jazz manouche poitiers.
ORIGINAL SONG BY THE BLUE DEVILS Live @Le Puy de la lune opening for Ronan Siri all rights reserved to The Blue Devils / Jeremie Aubertin thanks to Ben (drums) and the awesome Dan'O'Sonic (electric guitar)
Michel Aubertin sings nessum dorma!!!!!!Look out for more singing from this talent!!!!!!www.michelaubertin.com.
Mon coin du bois aux Francofolies de Montréal avec les Bas Blancs dans le cadre de l'émission JAM à TFO! Jean-Marc Michaud, Marc Legault, Nicolas Primeau, Jo...
Un petit montage de mon village " Val et Châtillon (54) " et de ces curiosités.
Vue de la cathédrale de Dole sur la ville.
July 17th 2013, the Nicephore Niepce House Museum -- founded and exclusively financed by the Speos International Photography School since 1999 -- was nominat...
http://parisbymouth.com/our-guide-to-paris-caves-auge/ NutriWine is the new popular science wine health book by Medicine Man & bestselling author Ralph Quinl...
C'est la nouvelle adresse dans un quartier où se cachent des architectes, des graphistes, des artistes et des "Monsieur et Madame Tout le Monde'. C'est le XI...
St Louis en l'ile: église et orgue / church and organ www.organsofparis.vhhil.nl.
ORAGE à Cairanne le 20 octobre 2013.
During my visit to Christianshavn I am visiting the most famous of all the Church of Our Saviour (Vor Frelser Kirke) in the Christianshavn city district. Mos...
This is an organ concert of 6 minutes from Basilica Notre Dame de Montreal. This organ has over 7000 pipes. The concert master is Pierre Grandmaison who has...
Le Japon du Chaos, l'exposition de Denis Rouvre à la Pinacothèque jusqu'au 17/03/2013, nous entraîne dans le Japon post-séisme à travers 20 photos du françai...
Réalisation et musique : Jean-Marc Dupuis (Telekokot)/PCM Une vidéo de paris-lifestyle.fr, un site réalisé par Aéroports de Paris, dédié à La sélection des t...
L'anima mediterranea è la caratteristica del Maestro italiano sulla quale si focalizza l'attenzione dei curatori Debono e Granzotto. La vocazione internazion...
Flight with my dii phantom with Go pro black edition. The flight showing the medieval Church at Trondenes in Harstad, north of norway.
Het verhaal van de Kubus van Guy Vandenbranden en Assenede. Kunstzolder.be bracht het werk opnieuw in een degelijke staat zodat het een nieuw publiek leven k...
Après avoir été formés dans les grandes maisons, les nouveaux talents de la pâtisserie ouvrent boutique dans la capitale. Parcours gourmand. Rencontre avec S...
Shareholders together representing approximately 53 per cent of the shares and votes of the company ...
noodls 2015-04-02... Marc Speeckaert, Jan-Henrik Schauman, Christophe Viellard, Emmanuel Viellard and Julia Aubertin.
noodls 2015-03-30(Source: National Pork Board ). Contact: Cindy Cunningham. National Pork Board ... org. Phone: ... 5 Aubertin-Leheudre M, Adlercreutz H.
noodls 2015-02-24Rene Aubertin, chief executive of Haier's ... "Innovation is one of our core values," Aubertin says.
China Daily 2015-02-15See Also. A reader submitted the following question: "Everyone says sex is a great form of exercise ... g ... , Aubertin-Leheudre, M.
Business Insider 2015-02-04Beaumarchais was born Pierre-Augustin Caron in Paris in 1732 ... In 1756, he married Madeleine-Catherine Aubertin ... Advertisement.
LA Daily News 2015-01-12Jean-Michel Aubertin as Executive Vice-President and President of Power Business Unit. Aubertin will ...
noodls 2014-12-03(Source: Cirque du Soleil Inc ) ... The Show ... This is the world of JOYÀ: ... Philippe Aubertin Acrobatic Performance Designer ... http: ... S.
noodls 2014-11-22Countdown to Tomorrow, 1950s-60s includes artworks by Arman, Armando, Bernard Aubertin, Agostino ...
noodls 2014-10-10Diana Abbas, Lesley Adewunmi, Adnan Shabir, Elmirasadat Alihosseini, Udit Arora, Catherine ...
Times Union 2014-09-28In the cast are Lori Babson Jessup, Bridget Lindsey Morris, Thomas Rivera, BeeJay Aubertin Clinton, ...
Orlando Sentinel 2014-09-12Rene Aubertin indicated that the new product will change people's recognition of air conditioners for home use.
PR Newswire 2014-09-09The judge investigating the case, Nicolas Aubertin, took a statement from Darius in the hospital ...
Sydney Morning Herald 2014-07-21Coordinates: 43°16′29″N 0°28′57″W / 43.2747°N 0.4825°W / 43.2747; -0.4825
Aubertin is a commune in the Pyrénées-Atlantiques département in south-western France.
Jumbled bleached ties crumble peelings of dreams at the gate
Forced out, I'm begging strangers to let me starve on the sound of my love
The gulls fake their cries; false remissions from feeling decay
Drawn out, we're betting death's speed won't carve its mark in the scope of silence
It's not what we wanted but all that we needed to stall at the line
pacing when spinning wolds collide
because I'm blind from absolution
(looked at life with eager eyes)
i've fallen through the floor and see that the chase is enough
cause as we step through those gates and run past the guards
everything imaginable procreates at the sight of truth
Why repose instead of trying?
now I've let go
The luminous cutter flies; transfixed on enervating the vitality of inertia
I can count on its light for beating steadily
It's not what we thought but its coming in even though we left the line
pacing as spinning worlds align
And when we step through the gates and run past the guards
Fighting slow turns
Grip the wheel to counter placating blades and butterflies churning their way
Life came when we blocked the page of dull marks
All the world's scratching analogous lines
Finding height impermanent
It's all an illusion placed in front of law
Wrapped in rooms of clutter as the salve eludes us
We were tied to purpose
but I raced the clock to counter this living wasteland
with emptiness leading the way
Life came when we opted to escape from all the world leading analogous lives
Finding height impermanent
It's all an illusion placed in front of law
Wrapped in rooms of clutter as the salve eludes us
And after all this angst precludes the top
I'll dream of someplace and i'll be aloud to bring time down from the inside
I've stop letting immersion take away my head
when meeting gain can only come from failure
Finding height impermanent
Running on blisters through hope in a drought
Stepped before I tried
Don't run if I don't follow, I'll be inclined to wake up staggering along
May I walk alone please through seasons?
Spread out the whole until I can see snowfall drain the shapes of worlds
It's almost over
closer to arroyos that i grew from
Running on blisters through hope in a drought
Stepped before I tried
Don't run if I don't follow, I'll be inclined to wake up staggering along
Round the scarp, the red dust circles the ground
and he said "the sooner I know that I'm no good at lies is the sooner that I realize that I was throwing
Standing still out in the dark,
shimmering light shining through,
the silence can almost be sensed,
the moon continuing its endless journey
through the skies.
Lifeless trees standing there waiting.
a pathway leading to darkness.
the time has stopped.
long black nails reaching out,
trying to get their hands on the throats
of those who dream.
Helpless cries from the night
Long sharp spikes rising up to the air.
The roses have died.
Under this damned sky no living
thing can survive.
Waiting in the shadows the fate lies,
buried deep into the sins of this world,
to the minds of those who thought they
would be pure.
No one can know the truth if there isn't one,
Feelings of despair in the air,
the night opening its lap at last.
Fear is not present, not anymore,
this is the only way to get
the misery profound out from the
minds of the people.
Everything has been drained away
from the souls of these pathetic beings.
They feel joy no more, the torments
have been a punishment that have
destroyed everything that has been
precious to them.
Into the darkness they must now go,
to those who have called them for ages.
All hope has been given up,
nothing matters from this day forward,
all is lost once and for all.
It's The Trickster that has driven them into this.
He who lives in all of us,
many forms has he took,
many names has he been given and yet
no one can know what he is about.
The world will be set into flames!
The earth itself shall grumble beneath our feet!
Great wrath shall come upon those
who have been faithful!
The world will sink to the sea!
All of it will fall but it will be born again!
We shall all watch as the world as we know it
will disappears from our sight and shall be
After these words the Mighty One turned into a crow
and flied away, wind under his wings, leaving the young
one alone.
As he climbed down the mountain he thought what The
Mighty One had said
and suddenly his mind brightened when he remembered
what he had read:
"It has been said that The Stone is held in the temple
of eloquence
and the one who desires it would have to face the
horrors of the maze of impertinence."
These words as his guide he believed that he could find
the one he seeks
and after many weeks he was desperate and weak, but now
he wondered what might be that terrible smell that all
over reeks.
He saw a great palace with pillars of marble standing
there before his eyes
but the smell told him that this building was the home
of all the lies.
He entered this unholy palace to find the one he was
after.
The place was filled with red gleaming light and
suddenly he heard a voice that sounded like an infernal
laughter.
And forth came a demon that descended from the ceiling
and evil glowed in its one terrible eye. It said:
"You have come for the one that belongs to me and now
The winter has come and so has the snow
and everywhere is so cold
And the days are short and all the living
things know that now is the time for
a new king to come
and show his almighty power.
It was a dark night and the moon glittered
on the top of the snow on the trees
and the ground
and it seemed that the nature itself waited
for a new lord and just for respect it had
silenced
All animals were gathered and they traveled
towards a holy place that has been known
for centuries but no-one knew why it was
this place where they were supposed to go
Atlast the time came for the new king to show
up and take over this old forest
It started to thunder but there was no rain,
and it feeled that the ground was about to fall
and great was the exitement in the group
when the winds started to take the form
The wind grew stronger and the thunder started
to roar and a dark figure rose over the folk of
the forest and raised its hand to show its power
in whole
When the morning came and the first rays of the sun
started to wake the forest not a sound was heard
Nor there could be seen any of the animals
that had inhabited it
They have all been burned in the fire that had
been set by the new king of this all
and the ashes of their bodies show that the
They walk the endless way of eternity
never realising the meaning of this great journey
The beast they have beaten lives now in
Their minds and casts disastrous thought that
come to live in their hopeful dreams
The moon leading their way they
travel beneath the stars of fate
knowing that this would never end
The night has fallen
all movement has ended
the bowl of emptiness
in the sound of the night
Flapping outside
Trying to get to the light it had left
Staring eyes
all around the fire
DIE!
CLEAN:
The colours of the sky have darkened
The hammer has been raised
to set punishment upon the Horde the here dwells.
No signs, no marks anymore,
Nothing shall signify the abandoned ones.
Landscapes shall speak for themselves,
Draw the lines for knowledge not known by man.
Along, side by side with the streams,
when the time comes they won't even know.
CLEAN:
Long time has passed,
Understanding lost has raised once again from its
grave.
Buried in the lies of fools.
The truth didn't disappear, it was just forgotten
under the dark cloudy sky of despair.
The rain can at last be heard,
in the guidance of the two ravens,
in the words of an old bearded man,
in the ancient marks carved in blood.
It is in the hands of The oldest
three to decide what it is to come..
The answers are never hidden from those
who know where to begin the search.
CLEAN:
The rain can at last be heard in the guidance of the
It was long ago when the mountains started to grumble
and the old legend to rise
There was an old man lying in a barn and like an
ancient mystery glowed his eyes
They told the story foretold that has been hidden for
years
but in his eyes, so deep inside, could be found the
reason for his crystalline tears
A young man filled with strenght and hope climbs on the
mountain of silence
Searching for answers he could never find and now he
has come for an alliance
In this place where the wind always blows he stands so
mighty and brave
But in his heart he knows that he muist speak to the
Gods if he wants his land to be saved
So he raised his sword
and called for the mighty lords
who rule upon these sacred land
He was a little afraid but he hid
it in his heart and tightened the
grib of his hands
[Now atlast he thought that the time had come when he
heard the whispering voice
But suddently the sky lightened and he took a couple
steps back, so impressed he
was by this God-made noice]
This God who came forth was sent from the North and his
words were like the fall of the rain
And by his side, so magical it seemed, stood a long and
curved wooden cane
The young one gathered all his strenght and spoke to
the ancient one
He said: "Our land is in war, we can't stand this pain
anymore, please help us to get things done."
After a while of complete silence the mighty one
started to talk
and in his heart the young one knew that this journey
hasn't been a meaningless walk
"You can win if you follow my advice and keep your
faith on the Gods
But if you betray and choose the other side then your
destiny shall be driven
to a different and very painful paths.
[Now do as I tell you and you shall have the victory on
your task. Find the sacred stone!
It will help you to reveal and remove your enemies evil
mask."
After these words the Mighty One turned into a crow and
flied away, wind under his wings,
leaving the young one alone. As he climbed down the
mountain he thought what
The Mighty One had said and suddently his mind
brightened when he remembered what he had read:
"It has been said that The Stone is held in the temple
of eloquence
and the one who desires it would have to face the
horrors of the maze of impertinence."
These words as his guide he believed that he could find
the one he seeks and after many weeks
he was desperate and weak, but now he wondered what
might be that terrible smell that all over reeks.
He saw a great palace with pillars of marble standing
there before hie eyes
but the smell told him that this building was the home
of all the lies.
He entered this unholy palace to find the one he was
after. The place was filled with red gleaming light and
suddently he heard a voice that sounded like an
infernal laughter. And forth came a demon that
descended from the ceiling and evil glowed in its one
terrible eye. It said:
"You have come for the one that belongs to me and now
has come your time to die!"
The demon attacked and terrible was it's strenght, but
the young one fought bravely and finally defeated the
fiend, so unscrubulous. And now when the fiend was dead
the young one started to feel the intimacy
of the stone and he saw it lying on a pillow near the
palaces majestic throne.
He walked to the throne to pick up the mystic rock but
when he touched it he felt terrible pain and suddently
heard a knock. The power of the rock filled the young
one completely and it locked his soul to stay in this
palace for eternity. He could have dropped the rock and
thus his destiny would have been changed but so
stubborn he was that he hold his grib and now he is
eternally chained.
Now that the legend is told and all the secrets
revealed
There stood a bridge surrounded by deep woods
made of stone it was, but long ago it had shattered
'cause nothing lasts forever and atlast had the might
of nature won the everlasting stone
Finally the night came and the moon rose up to the
sky its pale light reflecting from a little pond that
had been formed from the daily rain that always
poured down to the forest
Suddently a wolf appeared from behind a big tree
which was a pine 'cause all the trees in the forest
were evergreen
its red eyes glowed in the dark when it stepped
on the bridge for no other reason than to cross
it and hunt food for its hungry descendants
All the sudden aroused a shadow and
cloaked the poor thing
its breath was so cold and freesing
and suddently there was no wolf at all
just the silent forest
Back in the anciet days if you travel and
arrive to this very bridge
there you will find the sorrow of a young
soldier whose death was so sudden
but still inevitable
It was his soul that caught the poor creature
and dragged it to the watery grave
His soul won´t have peace until he has fulfilled
his destiny by hunting innocent lives
The day was bright and windy
when he came down from the mountain
[his robe swarming in the wind]
He was old, yes sure he was, but this journey he must
travel through
[the ancient woods to the old cabin. It has been there
longer than anyone could remember and always it has
been
abandoned and empty, but there he must now go even
though
he was so old.]
He wasn't afraid, no, but something told him that this
walk
could be his last. He was a very wise man and had
experienced more than anyone, but this was the first
time
when he felt a little bit fitful about what would come.
He entered the deep woods later the same day.
He hasn't been there for a long time, but he knew
the place completely. The mystery of the forest
enchanted him once again. The pure green colour
of the trees and the wind whispering between them.
[The light of the sun straining through these majestic
oaks
and pines. Each one of them telling their own story
from years passed. The birds singing as beautifully as
everything around them.
Despite the fact that all this beauty encircled him his
mind was
still pure and free from enticements.]
Now he saw the cabin under a big tree that looked like
it had
been there from the beginning of time. It's branches
were dry
and the whole tree looked like dead.
[He entered the cabin and started to look for the one
had came for. He found it lying on a table near the
corner
that had propably been a fireplace, but was now
shattered.]
The ancient writing was engraved on a stone
that he now looked like it was a key to everything.
Old legend says that the one who could understand it
could stop the wars [and bring peace to the land]
Only problem was that the writing was very easy to
misunderstand
[and if the wisdom of the stone was used wrong, then]
it could bring disaster to the one who had commited the
summoning.
[He knew this all and was prepared for all that would
come.
So, he took the stone and hurried outside.
Now he was in the forest again. It felt like it had
known answers
to every question that humanity could possibly ask.
Perhaps it
knew the destiny of this so selfconfident man who
wished to bring
peace to the land...
He decided to stay in the sweetness of the forest for
the night, so
that he could counterweight for what could come if the
summoning
didn's work out correctly.
But the forest started to live differently in the
night. He knew about it,
but hasn't experienced this ever before 'cause usually
the forest
protected the ones it knew and didn't want to disturb
them. But now, however,
he woke from his sleep and before him stood an owl. It
looked him with it's
big eyes sadly and the moon glowed over the woods.
The owl got on it's wings and flied away and he
understood that it wanted
him to follow it. That was exactly what he did and soon
he found himself in
a wide place that was surounded with big rocks and on
every rock there was
the same writing that was on his so-precious stone.
He believed that this place hadn't been seen often and
he felt honoured to
be one to visit there. Suddently he heard a whisper:
"Dont take the stone...
It would bring you nothing but harm...
Believe these words...
And if you are as wise as you pretend to be then return
the stone."
He replied:
"But I can commit the summoning right. After I have
done
what I have to I will return it."
And at the same time blood started to bleed from every
The innocent creature is staring
Outside the white view blinds the eyes of he who walks
into the night
Everything is suddently so silent and thoughts wander
around
trying to find peace from this cruel plane of existence
Still it goes on and never will it stop and the reason
for this is simply the way it has always been.
Turning its head for all that is living and listening the
voices that cannot be heard
Its hate grows stronger every passing moment and it
foretolds..
Never will it stop nor never will it end, circular
objects floating by
Corners so sharp they could cut stone
It just is and that is the cruelest thing in all its
being...
The stares are locked
Now it is certain
There is no turning back