''Il est fascinant d'entendre certains "analystes" évoquer la fin de l'euro comme s'il s'agissait d'une affaire sans importance spéciale. Imaginez trente secondes que le dollar explose... Mais voilà: certains eurosceptiques veulent nous faire croire que la disparition de l'euro, seconde monnaie de réserve mondiale, n'aurait aucun effet ou si peu pour nos économies. En réalité, tous les économistes sérieux s'accordent sur un point: l'éclatement de l'euro serait une véritable apocalypse dont les pays européens auraient le plus grand mal à se remettre. Ce n'est pas pour rien qu'Angela Merkel, la chancelière allemande, après avoir longtemps hésité, est désormais convaincue qu'il faut tout faire pour que cet évènement ne se produise pas..'' Jean Quatremer
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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...
Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the hotel california
Any time of year, you can find it here
Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
So I called up the captain,
’please bring me my wine’
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...
Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They livin’ it up at the hotel california
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
And in the master’s chambers,
They gathered for the feast
The stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can’t kill the beast
Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
’relax,’ said the night man,
We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
But you can never leave!
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Ευχαραριστούμε για την επίπονη δουλειά. Υποθέτω τα αφιερώνετε στον Ντάνυ και στις γενιές μας..
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