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Les Insultes et leurs douleurs

A time, a place

Tears raining in May

As morning turned into afternoon

and me spending in bed all day.

Wasn't expecting to see you very soon,

in fact you had just left in may. 

With wounds still so very open,

and me everyday missing you.

My soul left on the ground broken

wishing to hear one more time: I love you too. 

By Babette Stolk

IV.

Died has the smouldering fire of day,

Its embers still glow in the westerly sky,

Soon they’ll give way to the darkness of night.

A slow-moving shade creeps from the cold east,

Hiding the world with its black starry cloak,

Everywhere under the bright colours fade,

Thicker grow shadows in corners and cracks.

Just as a sickness creeps over a man,

Paling the face and stealing its redness,

Surrounding the eyes with ill boding black,

Seeping the life from a body once strong.

Quiet’s the world with slow idle sleep,

Its creatures depart for the dreamy realm,

The woods and the fields and the high mountain peaks,

Lonely they listen to Silence’s song.

A frost bringing wind just howls in the dark,

Its voice undisturbed by bustling day,

Calm’s all around in this shadowy waste,

Peaceful and quiet is starry-eyed Night.

The Dionysian

III.

Footfest 2016 Logo!

We are excited to be the first to bring you the 2016 Footfest logo! The winner of the logo competition is Arthur Cherry, an S7 student from the French section. This logo was chosen by the general coordinators among 20 other drawings submitted.

Credits for digitizing it go to Evelina Anglickaite.

The logo will be printed on T-shirts for Footfest coordinators, crew and security.
Colors of the year? First suggestions are black for security, burgundy for crew and bright blue for coordinators, but this is not a final decision yet.

Are you excited for Footfest 2016? We definitely are!
Let us know what you think of the logo and what you are excited about for this year's Footfest.

by Sofia Brusa

Edited by Emilie Kerstens

II.

Little by little the darkness recedes,

Giving its way to the dawn’s early light,

Rising the song of the birds in the trees,

Making again the world coloured and bright.

Awoken are beasts from their night’s slumber,

Arisen are men to work through the day.

And anew bustles all the world under,

Touched and adorned by the sun’s golden rays.

See now the monk upon the high hills,

Singing the song which for ages was sung.

And on his aged words the world round him stills,

Heard is his prayer to life-giver sun.

by the Dionysian

I.

There is no sin in killing,

So the poet Virgil sang,

The only crime in slaying,

Is to kill a guiltless man.

When battle shouts are ringing,

And death the warrior sows,

The victim’s life is fleeing,

But the sower’s glory grows.

The vengeful spirit’s storming,

When offenders meet the blade,

And then the storms are stilling,

For justice has been made.

There is no sin in killing,

So this poet Virgil sang,

The only crime in slaying,

Is to kill a guiltless man.

by the Dionysian

A bed of Autumn leaves

I get scared when I lay down in bed,

When all my thoughts run through my head,

That is the time when they aren't  confined,

When I am a slave of my own mind.

Windy Day

by Mélusine Gardey

Interview with 2016 Fashion Show Designers

Each year after a great day of Footfest, we look forward to seeing the talent of our students showcased in the fashion show. Several designers work all year long to make their collections “runway ready”. This past weekend, the model auditions took place. Students walked in front of the designers in hopes of being selected to be a model for their collections. We talked with Jenni Karhunen, Martina Murasso and Alessia Tosetti to find out more about it. We look forward to seeing their collections at this year's Footfest.

Tree of Life

Hello everyone !

I am Lexa, a sixth year student from the French section, and I want to present a painting I have recently done. It represents a tree inspired by the ancient Tree of Life, from the Scandinavian mythology, and it was done with acrylics on a cotton canvas in approximately five hours. This is the fourth painting I have ever done on a canvas, and I am pretty proud of it, despite some mistakes I think I could have avoided.

What was my inspiration for this work ? This 1958 documentary film gave me the idea.