Ségolène Présidente!

Yesterday I’ve went to my first political meeting. So I’ve seen Ségolène Royal, and I wish on Sunday she’ll be our new President! We were a lot to this meeting, around 25.000 people! Inside it was REALLY hot! It was unbearable but our will to see “Ségo” made us stay. There were such a party atmosphere, it was great. I’ve met people of different generations, different skin colors, different sexual preferences, different social level… I really felt to be a part of the world… it’s quite a weird feeling and it’s hard to explain actually. Some famous people were there: Renaud ( a French singer); Costa Gavras, François Ozon & Jacques Weber (French directors)… and of course many politicals as Martine Aubry (whose also Lille’s Major), Jacques Delors, Elisabeth Guigou, Jean-Pierre Chevenement, DSK… even the President of the Italian Social Party & the one of the European Social Party… so a lot of people, and Ségolène Royal of course! She was great, even more that the previous day she succeeded the debate face to her opponent Nicolas Sarkozy. Now let’s talk about the end of the meeting, it was the best part! We heard her song “Tous Avec Toi” I love beat of the song it’s young and dynamic. And obviously everybody sang our Hymn “La Marseillaise”. It was something, the first time that I really sang it and I felt patriotic for once. The most beautiful was when everybody brandished their Flags and signs in saying “Aux armes Citoyens” it was really beautiful! And also while we were singing “La Marseillaise”, I’ve seen Thomas Hollande (he’s pictured just below), Ségolène’s son, I was “upset” by him! Lol.
Now we just have to wait 2 days and we’ll know what will be our Future for 5 years: Chaotic or not.
Vive Ségo!
“Allons enfants de la patrie
Le jour de gloire est arrivé
Contre nous de la tyrannie
L’étendart sanglant est levé, l’étendart sanglant est levé
Entendez-vous dans nos campagnes mugir ces féroces soldats
Qui viennent jusque dans nos bras
Egorger nos fils et nos compagnes
Aux armes citoyens
Formez vos bataillons
Marchons, marchons,
Qu’un sang impur
Abreuve nos sillons ! »