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Le chemin est long mais la balade en vaut la peine Hannah MONTANA

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MORRIS - Lucky Luke - I'm a poor lonesome cowboy Aux États-Unis, Morris a fait, par l'intermédiaire de Jijé, une rencontre capitale, celle du Français René Goscinny, qui travaille à l'époque à la chaîne dans une entreprise de cartes postales fabriquées à la main. Trouvant remarquable le scénario écrit par René Goscinny pour un film d'animation dont Jijé avait le projet, il fait appel à lui pour écrire le scénario d'un Lucky Luke. Morris souhaite alors à la fois se concentrer uniquement sur l'aspect graphique, mais aussi donner du sang neuf à la série. Avec Goscinny, les scénarios de la série commencent à avoir une véritable épaisseur. Depuis 1947, les albums de la série ont été vendus à plus de 300 millions d'exemplaires, la série est traduite dans plus de vingt langues. Chaque nouvel album (le 81e album sort ce mois ci) prend la tête des classements des meilleures ventes de livres toutes catégories confondues. Illustration musicale: Kenny ROGERS - the Gambler Ses compositions sont chantées avec une voix parfois rauque mais toujours mélodieuse qui attire le public pop tout comme les fans de country. Plus de 60 chansons enregistrées par Kenny Rogers ont atteint le top 40 des meilleures ventes US On a warm summer's evening On a train bound for nowhere I met up with the gambler We were both too tired to sleep So we took turns a-starin' Out the window at the darkness The boredom overtook us And he began to speak He said, "Son, I've made a life Out of readin' people's faces Knowin' what the cards were By the way they held their eyes So if you don't mind my sayin' I can see you're out of aces For a taste of your whiskey I'll give you some advice" So I handed him my bottle And he drank down my last swallow Then he bummed a cigarette And asked me for a light And the night got deathly quiet And his face lost all expression Said, "If you're gonna play the game, boy You gotta learn to play it right You've got to know when to hold 'em Know when to fold 'em Know when to walk away And know when to run You never count your money When you're sittin' at the table There'll be time enough for countin' When the dealin's done Every gambler knows That the secret to survivin' Is knowin' what to throw away And knowin' what to keep 'Cause every hand's a winner And every hand's a loser And the best that you can hope for Is to die in your sleep" And when he'd finished speakin' He turned back toward the window Crushed out his cigarette Faded off to sleep And somewhere in the darkness The gambler he broke even But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep You've got to know when to hold 'em Know when to fold 'em Know when to walk away And know when to run You never count your money When you're sittin' at the table There'll be time enough for countin' When the dealin's done You've got to know when to hold 'em (when to hold 'em) Know when to fold 'em (when to fold 'em) Know when to walk away And know when to run You never count your money When you're sittin' at the table There'll be time enough for countin' When the dealin's done You've got to know when to hold 'em Know when to fold 'em Know when to walk away And know when to run You never count your money When you're sittin' at the table There'll be time enough for countin' When the dealin's done

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