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The meeting
I'd just started out on a walk in the forest,
when I saw someone coming towards me.
My heart leapt when I recognized my youngest son
(I love this little guy so much...)
He didn’t have to say anything,
I’d already seen from the look on his face that something was up.


- Hi pop, I’ve just been to a birthday party...
- ouch! I understand, that can’t have been easy...
- it’s not that, pop! I just had an argument with my friend, that’s all!

I sat down with him on a step.
I was genuinely interested in what he had to tell me (I listened just as carefully as I would have with an adult).
I didn’t bombard him with advice, I just listened attentively to him.

- and then, pop, what’s more, I’ve got a really hard English test to hand in,
I have to stick photos of each member of my family and write something about them and…and I don’t know how…
- don’t worry precious, super pop is here! (sometimes, I even believe it myself!)

I went back home, turned on my PC and showed him exactly what he had to do, and he sat on my lap and got on with it.
It would have been quicker for me to do it all myself,
but he wouldn’t have learnt anything and to tell you the truth, I like to make these times we have together last.

The time we spend with those whom we love is never wasted,
(rather, it’s always time we’ve saved).

Our work finished, we were as pleased with ourselves as a couple of Vikings who'd just finished a bit of pillaging and plundering!
We toasted the occasion with a big glass of cordial and a manly ‘cheers’

Early Fall 
I continued on my way, towards the forest.
We really are right slap bang IN the masterpiece of the greatest Artist of them all.
The elements are His tools, His rays of sun the multicolored palette from which he paints, these (His) last times: He doesn’t hold back! He scatters a thousand joyous shades upon the trees, drawing them into a jubilant waltz around me,
all against a subtle backdrop of white mist that crowns Him the master poet.

Despite his efforts, He is unable to take my mind off my worries,
my head was a muddled mass of grown-up cares,
So He decided to take another tack…

The meeting
Then, someone came towards me along the path.
From afar He had already seen from the look on my face that something was up…
It was the Divine artist Himself:

super Pop...

 

Alain"
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La rencontre
Je venais à peine de prendre mon chemin pour me balader dans la forêt,
quand je vis quelqu'un venir en face de moi.
Mon coeur s'illumina quand je reconnus mon plus jeune fils
(je l'aime tellement ce petit gars...)
Sans qu'il eut besoin de me dire quoi que ce soit,
j'avais déjà lu sur son visage que quelque chose clochait.

- s'lut papa, je reviens d'un anniversaire...
- aie! Je comprends, ça n'a pas dû être facile....
- mais non p'pa! c'est juste qu'on s'est disputé avec le copain!

Je m'assis avec lui sur un escalier.
Je m'intéressais sincèrement à son récit (avec autant de sérieux que si c'était une histoire de grand).
Je ne lui assenais aucun conseil, juste, je l'écoutais attentivement.

- pis papa, j'ai un devoir d'anglais compliqué,
où je dois coller les photos de chaque membre de ma famille avec un texte de présentation et... et je ne sais pas...
- ne t'inquiète pas bien-aimé, super papa est là! (par moment, j'mis crois!)

Je rebroussais chemin, ouvris mon ordi et eus soin de bien lui montrer les démarches à suivre et, lui, assis sur mes genoux de les exécuter.
C'aurait été plus vite de tout faire moi-même,
mais il n'aurait rien appris et pour dire vrai j'aime faire durer ces moments ensemble.

Le temps qu'on passe avec ceux qu'on aime n'est jamais perdu,
(mais toujours gagné).

Le travail accompli, nous étions aussi satisfaits que, l'auraient été deux vikings après un joyeux massacre!
Nous avons trinqué un gros verre de sirop, en déclamant un viril:
- "santé!"

Début d'automne 
Je repris ma balade direction la forêt,
on est carrément DANS un chef d'oeuvre du plus incroyable des Artistes.
Les éléments sont Ses instruments, Ses (c)rayons soleil multicolore
et Ses derniers temps: Il Se lâche! Il gicle mille peintures festives sur les arbres,
les entraînent dans une danse joyeuse tout autour de moi.
Le tout sur un fond blanc de brume subtile, dévoilant par la même Sa profonde sensibilité de poète.

Malgré ses efforts, il ne réussit pas à me distraire,
j'avais la tête embrumée par mes soucis d'adulte,
Il opta alors pour une autre approche...

La rencontre
Alors, quelqu'un vint en face de moi sur le chemin.
De loin, il avait déjà lu sur mon visage que quelque chose clochait...
C'était L'auteur Divin en personne:

super Papa...

Alain
www.auderset.com[:en]

The meeting
I'd just started out on a walk in the forest,
when I saw someone coming towards me.
My heart leapt when I recognized my youngest son
(I love this little guy so much...)
He didn’t have to say anything,
I’d already seen from the look on his face that something was up.


- Hi pop, I’ve just been to a birthday party...
- ouch! I understand, that can’t have been easy...
- it’s not that, pop! I just had an argument with my friend, that’s all!

I sat down with him on a step.
I was genuinely interested in what he had to tell me (I listened just as carefully as I would have with an adult).
I didn’t bombard him with advice, I just listened attentively to him.

- and then, pop, what’s more, I’ve got a really hard English test to hand in,
I have to stick photos of each member of my family and write something about them and…and I don’t know how…
- don’t worry precious, super pop is here! (sometimes, I even believe it myself!)

I went back home, turned on my PC and showed him exactly what he had to do, and he sat on my lap and got on with it.
It would have been quicker for me to do it all myself,
but he wouldn’t have learnt anything and to tell you the truth, I like to make these times we have together last.

The time we spend with those whom we love is never wasted,
(rather, it’s always time we’ve saved).

Our work finished, we were as pleased with ourselves as a couple of Vikings who'd just finished a bit of pillaging and plundering!
We toasted the occasion with a big glass of cordial and a manly ‘cheers’

Early Fall 
I continued on my way, towards the forest.
We really are right slap bang IN the masterpiece of the greatest Artist of them all.
The elements are His tools, His rays of sun the multicolored palette from which he paints, these (His) last times: He doesn’t hold back! He scatters a thousand joyous shades upon the trees, drawing them into a jubilant waltz around me,
all against a subtle backdrop of white mist that crowns Him the master poet.

Despite his efforts, He is unable to take my mind off my worries,
my head was a muddled mass of grown-up cares,
So He decided to take another tack…

The meeting
Then, someone came towards me along the path.
From afar He had already seen from the look on my face that something was up…
It was the Divine artist Himself:

super Pop...

 

Alain[:]"
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  string(3374) "Over a period of a week

A civil engineering college hosted an exhibition of my comic books.
Maybe next time there’ll be an invitation from the amphibian and geological research center of the communist north pole, you never know…
Every 45 minutes throughout the day, every day,

I gave a drawing master class to an entire class of teenagers
who could ask me whatever questions they wanted.

That’s when I realized just how much God had touched their hearts...
That’s our deal: I take care of the drawing, He takes care of hearts.

 

Questions
Time and again, they were about faith.
Although it’s true that our generation feels lost,
one thing cannot be denied: it wants to find a way to faith...
They even stayed on during the lunch break, (it’s not as if I’m handing out free drugs or anything!)
Some waited for their friends to leave before coming to ask me more...

 

A good omen
A selection from all my comic books were displayed on the wall.
The drawings that made the biggest impact were from
my next album: ‘Conventional Wisdom 3’ (accounting for more than half of the framed drawings sold).

The college has kept several drawings on permanent display
awesome, it just keeps going!!

 

Saahsal

The bar that we played in on Saturday was a heavy metal venue (wood not being a musical genre).
Although we would acknowledge some of our influences come under this category of noise,
rock is more our style (I know, pebble isn’t a musical genre either).

Before unleashing the sound,
we got into a circle outside and called on the Holy Spirit’s help.
In the end, we even had to play two encores,
the barmaid said it was the best concert she’d ever heard in the venue (and it wasn’t because it was the first concert they’d ever had...very funny you guys!)

Leaving the venue (like, really late at night),
we were surprised to see just how unsafe the neighborhood was:
along both sides of the street, prostitutes were touting for business
and men were mistaking other women for their wives.

A ballet on paper

A dance company,
composed of dancers who had been chosen to be principal dancers by the famous Maurice Béjart
has created a ballet based on my last comic book ‘Marcel’s vacations’. (totally out there, don’t you think?!!)

They’re not at all connected with the Christian scene,
but they were touched by the story of the child who’s dying of hunger,
the charity ‘Compassion’ will also be there! (I’d quoted them in the book)

I’m going to open the show with a guitar solo (Gulp! All alone as well!)
and I’ll accompany the dancers with the deft movements of my pencil (there’s not much else I can do).
All this is happening at the Octogone de Pully theater!! (Lausanne, Switzerland)

The performance has already been staged once, but due to popular demand, it’s to be put on a second time.
Find out more (only in French).
http://www.auderset.com//accueil/event-ballet-dessine-novembre-et-decembre-2012/

 

Alain"
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  string(8003) "[:fr]Durant une semaine:

Une expo avec mes BD a été mise sur pied par une grande école des métiers du bâtiment.

La prochaine fois, l’invitation viendra peut-être d'une école de recherche géologique de batraciens du pôle-nord communiste, qui sait...?

Tout au long des journées, non-stop tous les 3/4 d'heure,

une classe entière de jeunes ados assistaient à une démo de dessin

et pouvaient me poser toutes les questions qu'ils voulaient.

 

C'est là que j'ai réalisé à quel point Dieu touchait leur cœur...

C'est notre deal: moi le dessin, Lui les coeurs.

 

Questions :

Systématiquement, elles étaient en rapport avec la foi.

S'il est vrai que notre générations ne sait plus où elle en est,

une chose reste indéniable: elle a envie de connaitre son chemin...

Ils restaient même le temps de la pause, (pourtant je ne distribue pas de drogue!)

Certains attendaient que leur copain parte pour venir me parler et en savoir plus...

 

 

Bon présage :

 Un échantillon de toutes mes BD était au mur.

Les dessins qui ont le plus impacté sont ceux

de mon prochain album: « Idées reçues 3 » (plus de la moitié des ventes de cadre).

 

L'école a gardé quelques images pour les exposer en permanence

trop fort, ça continue!!!

 

 

Bref:

 Merci à tous ceux qui ont prié.

Certains ont dû oublié de s'arrêter!



Saahsal :

 Le bar dans lequel on a joué samedi pourtant dédié au métal (le bois n'est pas une musique).

Même si nous revendiquons quelques influences de ce style de bruit,

nous sommes pourtant plutôt rock (le caillou n'est pourtant pas une musique non plus).

 

Avant de faire péter le son,

nous nous sommes retrouvés en cercle à l'extérieur pour invoquer le grand Esprit (5: sans le k à la fin).

Nous avons dû jouer 3 fois de suite,

la serveuse nous a même dit que c'était le plus beau concert qu'elle a entendu dans le bar (non, c'était pas le premier à avoir lieu...z'êtes lourd les gars!)

 

En sortant de ce milieu (genre super tard),

quelle ne fut pas notre surprise de réaliser à quel point nous étions en plein quartier chaud:

tout le long des deux côtés de la rue, des prostituées racolaient

et les hommes se trompaient de femme.

 

 

 

Un homme à terre :

 Jimmy notre batteur enchaine coup sur coup les drames familiaux graves,

Le coeur brisé il quitte le groupe, (momentanément...?)

Merci d'avoir une pensée pour lui.

 

Il est remplacé par mon fils Silas,

Déjà batteur d'un autre groupe (lui bien métal trempé)

Que "Qui-vous-savez" dirige selon ses plans...et bénisse ce "nouveau" venu

 

 

 

L'idée de Dominique, l'une d'entre vous!!!:

Une idée encourageante pour mon ministère (oui, moi j'en ai juste un mini)

en vous donnant la possibilité de vous embarquer avec moi

et à vous aider à impacter grave votre entourage en période de Noël !

 

Le coin des bénévole

http://www.auderset.com//le-coin-des-benevoles/

(les Kits Auderset dis comme ça, ça fait moins « pub » non?)

 

 

 

 

Ballet dessiné: le retour 

Suite au succès rencontré, le spectacle de danse- ballet,

avec les 1ers danseurs de Maurice Béjard va de nouveau avoir lieu.

 

Pour mémoire:

Il s'agit d'une adaptation de ma dernière BD « les vacances de Marcel »,

accompagné de dessins en live en faveur de www.compassion.ch

 

Pour en savoir plus:

http://www.auderset.com//accueil/event-ballet-dessine-novembre-et-decembre-2012/

L'existe aussi sur DVD!!

 

 

 

Lyon :

 Vendredi 18 novembre,

le one man show « Athée non-pratiquant »

aura lieu à Villeurbanne

http://www.auderset.com//agenda/

 

Alors,

À bientôt peut-être...[:en]Over a period of a week

A civil engineering college hosted an exhibition of my comic books.
Maybe next time there’ll be an invitation from the amphibian and geological research center of the communist north pole, you never know…
Every 45 minutes throughout the day, every day,

I gave a drawing master class to an entire class of teenagers
who could ask me whatever questions they wanted.

That’s when I realized just how much God had touched their hearts...
That’s our deal: I take care of the drawing, He takes care of hearts.

 

Questions
Time and again, they were about faith.
Although it’s true that our generation feels lost,
one thing cannot be denied: it wants to find a way to faith...
They even stayed on during the lunch break, (it’s not as if I’m handing out free drugs or anything!)
Some waited for their friends to leave before coming to ask me more...

 

A good omen
A selection from all my comic books were displayed on the wall.
The drawings that made the biggest impact were from
my next album: ‘Conventional Wisdom 3’ (accounting for more than half of the framed drawings sold).

The college has kept several drawings on permanent display
awesome, it just keeps going!!

 

Saahsal

The bar that we played in on Saturday was a heavy metal venue (wood not being a musical genre).
Although we would acknowledge some of our influences come under this category of noise,
rock is more our style (I know, pebble isn’t a musical genre either).

Before unleashing the sound,
we got into a circle outside and called on the Holy Spirit’s help.
In the end, we even had to play two encores,
the barmaid said it was the best concert she’d ever heard in the venue (and it wasn’t because it was the first concert they’d ever had...very funny you guys!)

Leaving the venue (like, really late at night),
we were surprised to see just how unsafe the neighborhood was:
along both sides of the street, prostitutes were touting for business
and men were mistaking other women for their wives.

A ballet on paper

A dance company,
composed of dancers who had been chosen to be principal dancers by the famous Maurice Béjart
has created a ballet based on my last comic book ‘Marcel’s vacations’. (totally out there, don’t you think?!!)

They’re not at all connected with the Christian scene,
but they were touched by the story of the child who’s dying of hunger,
the charity ‘Compassion’ will also be there! (I’d quoted them in the book)

I’m going to open the show with a guitar solo (Gulp! All alone as well!)
and I’ll accompany the dancers with the deft movements of my pencil (there’s not much else I can do).
All this is happening at the Octogone de Pully theater!! (Lausanne, Switzerland)

The performance has already been staged once, but due to popular demand, it’s to be put on a second time.
Find out more (only in French).
http://www.auderset.com//accueil/event-ballet-dessine-novembre-et-decembre-2012/

 

Alain[:]"
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  string(2140) ""Pop, what’s ‘glory’ mean?
Does it mean being known?"

- "Um...yes, no,…hang on, I’ll explain it to you":

One day, I’ll arrive at Heaven’s gate,
which will be incredibly impressive,
guarded by archangels who are so powerful
that I’ll be as insignificant as a fly without a passport buzzing around their feet.

These Guardians are dressed in white, not in white clothes,
but white like all the waters of the Niagara falls,
although so much more powerful, that compared to these guardians,
these falls are little more than the size of a toilet flush in a dolls’ house bathroom
(made In China, sold on through eBay in the ‘well worn’ category).

All the inhabitants of Heaven are there,
calm, beautiful, amazing, celestial...

Do you know that in the depths of their looks
we can read the wisdom drawn from the mysteries of ancient times?
(Yeah… I don’t understand that bit either, but it sounds good, doesn’t it?)

They watch, unable to believe their eyes,
as the piteous beggar pleads before the door:

-"Let me in,
I am the blind and deaf friend of your King!

Blind, because throughout my life,
He gave me so many wonderful things, so much help, but I was almost unable to see it.

Deaf, because He talked to me so often yet I heard so little of what He said...

My understanding was so limited that when confronted with the absence of loved ones, suffering and death,
I understood nothing...

But sometimes,
in the ‘coincidences’ of life, I sensed His presence
and in the silence of my prayers,
I heard the quiet sound of His steps..."

Then, from the furthest reaches of paradise,
Jesus Christ Himself, King of all the universe, will appear,
generating a hum of astonished murmurs.

He’ll make His way through the awe-struck crowd,
and reaching out to me with open arms, He’ll cry:
- "let him through, let him through...
he’s my friend!"

That’s what glory is, my son,
to be known... by Him.

Alain"
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  string(4088) "[:fr]- "dis papa, c'est quoi la gloire?
c'est d'être connu?"

- "hum...oui mais non…attends, je t'explique:"
qu'à leurs pieds, je serai aussi insignifiant qu'un
moustique sans papier d'identité.

Ces Gardiens sont revêtus de blanc, pas en tissu, non,
mais en concentré de chutes du Niagara,
en tellement plus puissant que comparé à ses gardiens,
ces grandes chutes sont reléguées au rang de chasses d'eau pour midinette
(made In China, revendu sur eBay, catégorie usagée).

Tous les habitants du ciel, sont là,
sereins, beaux, extraordinaires, divins...

Sais-tu que dans leur profond regard,
on peut y lire la sagesse des mystères des temps antiques?
(heu.. moi non plus, je ne sais pas ce que ça veux dire, mais ça le fait bien non?)

ils observent incrédule,
le petit mendiant supplier à leur porte:

-"Laissez-moi rentrer,
je suis l'ami aveugle et sourd de votre Roi!
Aveugle, parce que toute ma vie,
il m'a offert tant de merveilles, d'assistances, que je ne réalisais presque pas.
Sourd..., car il m'a si souvent parlé et je ne l'entendais que si peu...

  J'étais si handicapé de l'entendement
que face à l'absence, à la souffrance et la mort
je ne comprenais rien...

mais parfois,
je discernais son parfum de hasard
le bruissement de son pas..."

Alors, du fond du paradis,
Christ-Jésus, le Roi de tous les univers en personne apparaitra,
provoquant un murmure d'étonnement général.

Il traversera la foule impressionnée,
pour me rejoindre les bras ouverts en criant:

- "laissez-le passer, laissez-le passer...
c'est mon ami!"

Voilà ce qu'est la gloire mon fils,
être connu... de Lui.

Alain[:en]"Pop, what’s ‘glory’ mean?
Does it mean being known?"

- "Um...yes, no,…hang on, I’ll explain it to you":

One day, I’ll arrive at Heaven’s gate,
which will be incredibly impressive,
guarded by archangels who are so powerful
that I’ll be as insignificant as a fly without a passport buzzing around their feet.

These Guardians are dressed in white, not in white clothes,
but white like all the waters of the Niagara falls,
although so much more powerful, that compared to these guardians,
these falls are little more than the size of a toilet flush in a dolls’ house bathroom
(made In China, sold on through eBay in the ‘well worn’ category).

All the inhabitants of Heaven are there,
calm, beautiful, amazing, celestial...

Do you know that in the depths of their looks
we can read the wisdom drawn from the mysteries of ancient times?
(Yeah… I don’t understand that bit either, but it sounds good, doesn’t it?)

They watch, unable to believe their eyes,
as the piteous beggar pleads before the door:

-"Let me in,
I am the blind and deaf friend of your King!

Blind, because throughout my life,
He gave me so many wonderful things, so much help, but I was almost unable to see it.

Deaf, because He talked to me so often yet I heard so little of what He said...

My understanding was so limited that when confronted with the absence of loved ones, suffering and death,
I understood nothing...

But sometimes,
in the ‘coincidences’ of life, I sensed His presence
and in the silence of my prayers,
I heard the quiet sound of His steps..."

Then, from the furthest reaches of paradise,
Jesus Christ Himself, King of all the universe, will appear,
generating a hum of astonished murmurs.

He’ll make His way through the awe-struck crowd,
and reaching out to me with open arms, He’ll cry:
- "let him through, let him through...
he’s my friend!"

That’s what glory is, my son,
to be known... by Him.

Alain[:]"
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  string(54) "[:fr]Les portes de la gloire[:en]The gates of glory[:]"
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