Two textes on the death of Farrah Fawcett by Raphaël Zacharie de IZARRA
(Automatic translation French - English)
1 - Farrah Fawcett
With its features seraphic smile predator typical square jaws, his hair very American flame to the edge of vulgarity, his brain in the middle and his body rather puny, Farrah Fawcett has seduced a whole nation of dreamers and male "testosterone".
However, it must recognize this authentic charm, unreal, powerful, mesmerizing who forget the mistakes of his taste for Yankee toilet. At least the time of his glory "kératinesque" because we must admit that old age is almost always turn creatures.
Few pearls become smelly but delicious cheeses with age.
Farrah Fawcett as a former incarnation of beauty, or to be more accurate to some sophisticated beauty across the Atlantic, rearranged according to the standards states unisienne, has aged like a bowl of Poland.
Anyone! The aesthetic forgiving to Beauty.
Pay a fitting tribute to one who was chaste, blonde, and pious vénusiaque Aphrodite of our screens.
Inhumons it with the respect deserved by the propagators of dreams, mirages designers and other makers of stars that invite us to raise our eyes above our brief and dull backgrounds.
See still further understand the infinite, to feel what is beyond us is the role and power of divine beauty.
Raphaël Zacharie de IZARRA
2 - Farrah Fawcett OF DEATH: THE BEAUTY OF THE ROT ?
Pathetic, poignant, cruel as a mirror reflecting the image of our own condition: Farrah Fawcett, former beauty incarnate, has just died after months of agony media, filmed by the cameras of American television. She still believed in a miracle, praying fervently that life triumphs of his cancer when she was already terminally ill.
On its face, the mask of sickness, old age, the hideousness: mask our potential.
The more frightening: that a human can pass the fullest glory to abject poverty. While being only a matter of time. What happens to people "immortals" can happen to us, mere mortals that we are ...
Through his agony we are witnessing our own end.
Ms. Fawcett or the story of the beauty that is crumbling. When a destiny of glory ended in disqualification. When the peaks insolent youth brilliant conclude with the darkest abyss ... Disease.
Before death.
But distance ourselves from these vanities Hollywood, do not stop the pain, sorrow, come to the point: instead of rot promised by Camarda, behind these appearances foul cancer, I see eternity .
The death of Farrah Fawcett: end of a star?
Yes.
Or to be more exact, the light returning to the light.
I'm getting this haircut I love it so much
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1 - Farrah Fawcett
With its features seraphic smile predator typical square jaws, his hair very American flame to the edge of vulgarity, his brain in the middle and his body rather puny, Farrah Fawcett has seduced a whole nation of dreamers and male "testosterone".
However, it must recognize this authentic charm, unreal, powerful, mesmerizing who forget the mistakes of his taste for Yankee toilet. At least the time of his glory "kératinesque" because we must admit that old age is almost always turn creatures.
Few pearls become smelly but delicious cheeses with age.
Farrah Fawcett as a former incarnation of beauty, or to be more accurate to some sophisticated beauty across the Atlantic, rearranged according to the standards states unisienne, has aged like a bowl of Poland.
Anyone! The aesthetic forgiving to Beauty.
Pay a fitting tribute to one who was chaste, blonde, and pious vénusiaque Aphrodite of our screens.
Inhumons it with the respect deserved by the propagators of dreams, mirages designers and other makers of stars that invite us to raise our eyes above our brief and dull backgrounds.
See still further understand the infinite, to feel what is beyond us is the role and power of divine beauty.
Raphaël Zacharie de IZARRA
2 - Farrah Fawcett OF DEATH: THE BEAUTY OF THE ROT ?
Pathetic, poignant, cruel as a mirror reflecting the image of our own condition: Farrah Fawcett, former beauty incarnate, has just died after months of agony media, filmed by the cameras of American television. She still believed in a miracle, praying fervently that life triumphs of his cancer when she was already terminally ill.
On its face, the mask of sickness, old age, the hideousness: mask our potential.
The more frightening: that a human can pass the fullest glory to abject poverty. While being only a matter of time. What happens to people "immortals" can happen to us, mere mortals that we are ...
Through his agony we are witnessing our own end.
Ms. Fawcett or the story of the beauty that is crumbling. When a destiny of glory ended in disqualification. When the peaks insolent youth brilliant conclude with the darkest abyss ... Disease.
Before death.
But distance ourselves from these vanities Hollywood, do not stop the pain, sorrow, come to the point: instead of rot promised by Camarda, behind these appearances foul cancer, I see eternity .
The death of Farrah Fawcett: end of a star?
Yes.
Or to be more exact, the light returning to the light.
Raphaël Zacharie de IZARRA