tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43012624309087950902012-02-13T01:15:48.459-08:00la vie...la parcourir, feuilleter quelques pages, en garder en mémoire de savoureuses, entières... continuer la route, avec les yeux ouverts et le coeur en partance prêt pour un chapitre encore, et jusqu'au dernier souffle.... la vie.........toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.comBlogger2801100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-46547571669741815172012-02-13T01:13:00.002-08:002012-02-13T01:15:48.472-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cSkesIzCsL4/TzjUfTuYR5I/AAAAAAAAB78/m5c1VdaIK8o/s1600/SOLEIL%2B010.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708546162027939730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cSkesIzCsL4/TzjUfTuYR5I/AAAAAAAAB78/m5c1VdaIK8o/s400/SOLEIL%2B010.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cDMoYgAfynA/TzjUOn3ZeyI/AAAAAAAAB7w/nxiMdWgXzS4/s1600/SOLEIL%2B001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708545875376700194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cDMoYgAfynA/TzjUOn3ZeyI/AAAAAAAAB7w/nxiMdWgXzS4/s400/SOLEIL%2B001.JPG" /></a><br />ah ! ces aubes surprenantes, dont on espère l'avenue...<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-4654757166974181517?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-63367595502112193982012-02-13T01:08:00.002-08:002012-02-13T01:12:41.858-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RL0Sh2nv4Oc/TzjTjfeASPI/AAAAAAAAB7k/x2LxHOv8Ps4/s1600/DSC07295.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708545134388332786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RL0Sh2nv4Oc/TzjTjfeASPI/AAAAAAAAB7k/x2LxHOv8Ps4/s400/DSC07295.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lY3CShkiz7s/TzjTYSU3stI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/X1EnV-hpyr0/s1600/DSC07288.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 459px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708544941881799378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lY3CShkiz7s/TzjTYSU3stI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/X1EnV-hpyr0/s400/DSC07288.JPG" /></a> ... est-il plus fort que le désir de vivre ?</div><br /><div>l'idée de l'amour, certainement.</div><br /><div>mais l'amour n'en finit pas de disparaître, d'aller et venir, de s'envoler, de se noyer, lourd, ou léger, mais de disparaître.</div><br /><div>mais l'idée de l'amour, elle,</div><br /><div>toujours là....<br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-6336759550211219398?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-84187720429409979692012-02-09T00:29:00.002-08:002012-02-09T00:40:42.801-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PXEE-Pwdo2c/TzOF_OG7qDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/-j4qmFyj-XI/s1600/DSC02394.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707052473973975090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PXEE-Pwdo2c/TzOF_OG7qDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/-j4qmFyj-XI/s400/DSC02394.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LpHCjWQqqOM/TzOF1y9RzXI/AAAAAAAAB7A/Hkz72tS4GVE/s1600/DSC02392.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 460px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707052312066903410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LpHCjWQqqOM/TzOF1y9RzXI/AAAAAAAAB7A/Hkz72tS4GVE/s400/DSC02392.JPG" /></a> ... où l'on peut mourir et vivre !</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>y dormir, rêver, y écrire,</div><br /><div>y attendre le soir, que le matin revienne,</div><br /><div>suffisant, </div><br /><div>pour refaire le monde et lire tous les livres que l'on n'a pas écrit, on peut aussi... aimer...</div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-8418772042940997969?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-52031507017031415132012-02-04T02:30:00.003-08:002012-02-04T02:40:10.572-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8i5awMtwL2o/Ty0KWIZVe2I/AAAAAAAAB60/lnM03ADfM5c/s1600/DSC07288.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 478px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705227678275435362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8i5awMtwL2o/Ty0KWIZVe2I/AAAAAAAAB60/lnM03ADfM5c/s400/DSC07288.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>Il y a comme une tension, un élan vers...</div><br /><br /><div>il y a comme un arc bandé,</div><br /><div>une flèche qui se décoche,</div><br /><div>comme je vais décocher les mots qui vont s'élancer vers...</div><br /><div>refaire surface, en apnée depuis trop longtemps.</div><br /><div>les jours commencent à rallonger</div><br /><div>l'imagination s'étire, se réveille...</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-5203150701703141513?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-73569246216871216032012-02-03T10:22:00.006-08:002012-02-03T10:30:15.466-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qqUf3LzY1hk/Tywnc8g4NzI/AAAAAAAAB6o/k4UXLIEustA/s1600/DSC01561.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704978206205425458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qqUf3LzY1hk/Tywnc8g4NzI/AAAAAAAAB6o/k4UXLIEustA/s400/DSC01561.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N5OawKlhZmk/TywnPgvEUwI/AAAAAAAAB6c/itzXBEcMP0I/s1600/DSC01605.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704977975410447106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N5OawKlhZmk/TywnPgvEUwI/AAAAAAAAB6c/itzXBEcMP0I/s400/DSC01605.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XNt6s_BIUg0/Tywm4OOc7tI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/kYklb80iiq8/s1600/DSC01630.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704977575304818386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XNt6s_BIUg0/Tywm4OOc7tI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/kYklb80iiq8/s400/DSC01630.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_HZFQDvji8o/TywmF8oHtfI/AAAAAAAAB6E/bBeO8nBrRk4/s1600/KISS%2BCHEZ%2BANNE.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704976711587182066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_HZFQDvji8o/TywmF8oHtfI/AAAAAAAAB6E/bBeO8nBrRk4/s400/KISS%2BCHEZ%2BANNE.jpg" /></a> "une âme rentre à la maison"</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>... en attente de nouveaux mots...</div><br /><div>Nous</div><br /><div>Vos </div><br /><div>mots.. peut être cette année... qui sait ça ???????</div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-7356924621687121603?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-76170365760933316942011-12-20T09:04:00.003-08:002011-12-20T09:10:08.594-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CHWODIgpKjg/TvDBD7TSgFI/AAAAAAAAB54/AJuEnGcgXy8/s1600/DSC02150.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688258602571300946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CHWODIgpKjg/TvDBD7TSgFI/AAAAAAAAB54/AJuEnGcgXy8/s400/DSC02150.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RGkUGD_rbw4/TvDA0uZeRvI/AAAAAAAAB5s/qNLhnPUCngg/s1600/DSC02152.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 475px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688258341409539826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RGkUGD_rbw4/TvDA0uZeRvI/AAAAAAAAB5s/qNLhnPUCngg/s400/DSC02152.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MfdQSnPXW9A/TvDAZZbekKI/AAAAAAAAB5g/BsOQs664UCI/s1600/DSC02142.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688257871924334754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MfdQSnPXW9A/TvDAZZbekKI/AAAAAAAAB5g/BsOQs664UCI/s400/DSC02142.JPG" /></a><br />"tu n'es aimé que lorsque tu peux montrer ta faiblesse sans que l'autre s'en serve pour affirmer sa force....."</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>c'est pas beau ça ?????????<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-7617036576093331694?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-76988291213815215972011-12-13T09:14:00.002-08:002011-12-13T09:20:52.637-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MZy2QfAnWvw/TueIoPpWjnI/AAAAAAAAB5U/hw5MB7_aF3I/s1600/DSCN0046.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 469px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685663279554662002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MZy2QfAnWvw/TueIoPpWjnI/AAAAAAAAB5U/hw5MB7_aF3I/s400/DSCN0046.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NYN4nHm56ic/TueIfSj-w5I/AAAAAAAAB5I/xdzk0jXSjGE/s1600/DSCN0041.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685663125718614930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NYN4nHm56ic/TueIfSj-w5I/AAAAAAAAB5I/xdzk0jXSjGE/s400/DSCN0041.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>confirmation que...</div><br /><div>une rencontre deux personnes la vivent d'une façon différente,</div><br /><div>deux approches différentes,</div><br /><div>deux rapports à l'autre différents,</div><br /><div>chacun dans sa propre vérité, et solitude</div><br /><div>dans une bulle où l'autre ne rentre jamais.</div><br /><div>même s'il y a union</div><br /><div>même s'il y a réunion</div><br /><div>même s'il y a amour..</div><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-7698829121381521597?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-54377560775548528132011-12-10T02:49:00.004-08:002011-12-10T02:58:09.762-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veNqOpeIJVQ/TuM6I0_64HI/AAAAAAAAB48/b-_A5y58A88/s1600/DSC02124.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 523px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 374px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684451078011805810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veNqOpeIJVQ/TuM6I0_64HI/AAAAAAAAB48/b-_A5y58A88/s400/DSC02124.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_q19R3924-k/TuM54wTrUgI/AAAAAAAAB4w/pVUX_4bp-J0/s1600/DSC02123.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684450801874588162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_q19R3924-k/TuM54wTrUgI/AAAAAAAAB4w/pVUX_4bp-J0/s400/DSC02123.JPG" /></a><br /><br />la clef n'est plus très loin...</div><br /><div>j'ai le choix... faire le bon, </div><br /><div>la bonne clef,</div><br /><div>dans la bonne serrure,</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>à bientôt....je vous dirai ce qu'il y a derrière la porte !</div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-5437756077554852813?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-78591025112086590942011-12-01T00:08:00.004-08:002011-12-01T00:15:32.651-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sFAN1bBkoiE/Ttc3J9so_WI/AAAAAAAAB4k/eaMjPjJcZAA/s1600/reflet%2Bdans%2Bl%2527ean.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681070099271318882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sFAN1bBkoiE/Ttc3J9so_WI/AAAAAAAAB4k/eaMjPjJcZAA/s400/reflet%2Bdans%2Bl%2527ean.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ik80o9azx5c/Ttc20_xmWoI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/8mFBduhsxl8/s1600/DSC01214.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681069739051735682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ik80o9azx5c/Ttc20_xmWoI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/8mFBduhsxl8/s400/DSC01214.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C6yYQK7SJLI/Ttc2d6FKtaI/AAAAAAAAB4M/0HyxE6aJCwc/s1600/DSC01215.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681069342386206114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C6yYQK7SJLI/Ttc2d6FKtaI/AAAAAAAAB4M/0HyxE6aJCwc/s400/DSC01215.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#666600;">il y a une clef qui existe quelque part,</span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#666600;">elle doit ouvrir la porte</span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#666600;">fermée de l'intérieur d'où le secours viendra</span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#666600;">il y a marche à suivre,</span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#666600;">une voix à entendre,</span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#666600;">un signe invisible va s'imposer bientôt.</span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#666600;">écoute, vois,</span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#666600;">libère toi, de toi,</span></em></strong><br /></div><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-7859102511208659094?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-69524572560967876492011-11-28T07:40:00.005-08:002011-11-28T07:49:21.362-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gDaS6HD26Y8/TtOsrCpsLcI/AAAAAAAAB4A/EHaktImk0m8/s1600/DSC02011.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680073410490412482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gDaS6HD26Y8/TtOsrCpsLcI/AAAAAAAAB4A/EHaktImk0m8/s400/DSC02011.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P6Ow_6-qDaI/TtOsY7vbPDI/AAAAAAAAB30/PEUDY3TvfPw/s1600/DSC02008.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680073099397774386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P6Ow_6-qDaI/TtOsY7vbPDI/AAAAAAAAB30/PEUDY3TvfPw/s400/DSC02008.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b30r8ivyny4/TtOsKosxUZI/AAAAAAAAB3o/nOhruKUlnew/s1600/DSC01993.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680072853768196498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b30r8ivyny4/TtOsKosxUZI/AAAAAAAAB3o/nOhruKUlnew/s400/DSC01993.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ukl0QLwgKoU/TtOr2woFk7I/AAAAAAAAB3c/ZORC7M6p0XA/s1600/DSC01982.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 501px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680072512298652594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ukl0QLwgKoU/TtOr2woFk7I/AAAAAAAAB3c/ZORC7M6p0XA/s400/DSC01982.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7_SQYN9gvik/TtOrnQ5X0vI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/WsnPh6QLoAA/s1600/DSC01981.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 482px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680072246083179250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7_SQYN9gvik/TtOrnQ5X0vI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/WsnPh6QLoAA/s400/DSC01981.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Etre dans un état amoureux, c'est.. répondre à une injonction ; à une autorité qui me dépasse,</div><br /><div>et contre laquelle je ne peux lutter me transformant en une autre que moi.</div><br /><div>le naturel a tendance à disparaitre.... parfois...laissant la place à un altruisme débordant ; une indolence.</div><br /><div>est ce vraiment la vraie nature de l'homme .</div><br /><div>la force d'un regard, d'un visage inconnu la dévie temporairement de son être profond...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-6952457256096787649?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-87453268501066333262011-11-26T04:22:00.002-08:002011-11-26T04:25:27.107-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rjkvya83L5U/TtDaKjf3zAI/AAAAAAAAB3E/tK8-rt1Z60A/s1600/DSC04135.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679279004976663554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rjkvya83L5U/TtDaKjf3zAI/AAAAAAAAB3E/tK8-rt1Z60A/s400/DSC04135.JPG" /></a> incommodé et pourtant consentant,<br />pris dans les mailles des filets amoureux,<br />otage volontaire ou prisonnier joyeux.<br />la souffrance d'une joie,<br />le baume sur la plaie<br />la caresse assurée vous lave du soupçon...<br />Cupidon a une arme.. vous l'aviez remarqué ??<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-8745326850106633326?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-68785603852958129592011-11-25T01:00:00.003-08:002011-11-25T01:11:01.706-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxKmpAsmaU/Ts9aiTe8PSI/AAAAAAAAB24/2ANT0ND2Zsg/s1600/DSC00234.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678857200529587490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxKmpAsmaU/Ts9aiTe8PSI/AAAAAAAAB24/2ANT0ND2Zsg/s400/DSC00234.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6wolXncOLqc/Ts9aPRC89aI/AAAAAAAAB2s/dsaq7GFV07Y/s1600/DSC00231.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678856873457808802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6wolXncOLqc/Ts9aPRC89aI/AAAAAAAAB2s/dsaq7GFV07Y/s400/DSC00231.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xWoFpKoTpx0/Ts9Z0_dZbPI/AAAAAAAAB2g/Utj3B-sdVPk/s1600/DSC00230.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 481px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678856422060289266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xWoFpKoTpx0/Ts9Z0_dZbPI/AAAAAAAAB2g/Utj3B-sdVPk/s400/DSC00230.JPG" /></a><br />...avoir vraiment souffert d'amour, souffert l'amour...<br />le désir, le manque, la flaterie, l'attirance, le "rapprochement biblique" </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>et les larmes de fatigue, les larmes du réveil,</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>ce n'est pas de l'amour ça....</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>c'est une fulgurance, un physique, une allure, un sourire, un tremblement de mains, du corps de tout son être...</div><br /><div>qui dure juste le temps, que la raison impose..ses desideratas...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>et les larmes de fatigue, les larmes du réveil....</div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-6878560385295812959?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-30584857827292442522011-11-24T01:06:00.003-08:002011-11-24T01:14:43.265-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r9ecK2ZO0Xc/Ts4J-yKjK5I/AAAAAAAAB2U/s8NLgmp2uqw/s1600/SOLEIL%2B001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678487154383334290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r9ecK2ZO0Xc/Ts4J-yKjK5I/AAAAAAAAB2U/s8NLgmp2uqw/s400/SOLEIL%2B001.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EVtF8GI_S30/Ts4J0-DMpjI/AAAAAAAAB2I/nitSyw_jgno/s1600/SOLEIL%2B010.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678486985775031858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EVtF8GI_S30/Ts4J0-DMpjI/AAAAAAAAB2I/nitSyw_jgno/s400/SOLEIL%2B010.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9V8d7-SJHYk/Ts4JVQ3I1sI/AAAAAAAAB18/t7vu8Nw2o1U/s1600/SOLEIL%2B009.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678486441068910274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9V8d7-SJHYk/Ts4JVQ3I1sI/AAAAAAAAB18/t7vu8Nw2o1U/s400/SOLEIL%2B009.JPG" /></a><br />Installer l'esprit dans le repos, le calme,</div><br /><div>éviter les tensions</div><br /><div>rien n'est bien,</div><br /><div>rien n'est mal,</div><br /><div>c'est.....tout simplement..</div><br /><div>laisser filer et disparaître doucement, les remous autour du pavé dans la mare.</div><br /><div>laisser se transformer, jusqu'à surface lisse,</div><br /><div>cette rouge rivière</div><br /><div>qui traverse le coeur..<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-3058485782729244252?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-55991224234321446412011-11-19T01:00:00.002-08:002011-11-19T01:11:06.239-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1rtkcs4-7_I/Tsdw4L5umfI/AAAAAAAAB1w/VYbyyd0GRFk/s1600/DSC07291.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676629965893704178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1rtkcs4-7_I/Tsdw4L5umfI/AAAAAAAAB1w/VYbyyd0GRFk/s400/DSC07291.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ry7ma5RoA6c/Tsdwuzl77FI/AAAAAAAAB1k/_Q7upY2L6bA/s1600/DSC07287.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676629804749417554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ry7ma5RoA6c/Tsdwuzl77FI/AAAAAAAAB1k/_Q7upY2L6bA/s400/DSC07287.JPG" /></a> je sais, on va dire encore "que je me la pète"... ce qui prouve qu'on me lit.....et en parlant de lit.....</div><br /><div>"si l'homme affrontait avec franchise, la mélancolie de sa condition, il saurait que le sentiment n'abolit pas, mais creuse la distance entre les êtres..</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>discussions abyssales !!! M.Proust avec E. Berl amoureux de Sylvia en parle à M. Proust, afin d'adoucir sa vision pessimiste de la vie affective...</div><br /><div>sylvia, sylvie, sylviane, sylvette...</div><br /><div>choisissez qui vous voulez,</div><br /><div>quand l'un veut, l'autre pas, </div><br /><div>un film de w. Allen !!!! </div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-5599122423432144641?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-48614406143819819292011-11-08T03:49:00.002-08:002011-11-08T03:57:12.977-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oAqE9rhNRfQ/TrkYk6D1SXI/AAAAAAAAB1E/JpswdWQK8UA/s1600/P1020621.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672592227989539186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oAqE9rhNRfQ/TrkYk6D1SXI/AAAAAAAAB1E/JpswdWQK8UA/s400/P1020621.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y8LGBiTxjIM/TrkYWrRS41I/AAAAAAAAB04/BdV28i5AXvQ/s1600/flammand%2Brose....au%2Bmilieu.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672591983501304658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y8LGBiTxjIM/TrkYWrRS41I/AAAAAAAAB04/BdV28i5AXvQ/s400/flammand%2Brose....au%2Bmilieu.JPG" /></a><br />sans étreinte,</div><br /><div>sans bruit,</div><br /><div>les parents sont partis.<br />je demeure aux carreaux des fenêtres aveugles,</div><br /><div>et sourdes à mon silence intérieur..</div><br /><div>je me revois debout, à guetter leur retour,</div><br /><div>je suis dans cette chambre, quelques années plus tard...</div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-4861440614381981929?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-65873952544004911032011-11-05T02:44:00.004-07:002011-11-08T03:49:03.669-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_GTXHWffgEg/TrUHJ7zh5rI/AAAAAAAAB0s/s2Lx_Rhus0w/s1600/DSC01564.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671447172997047986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_GTXHWffgEg/TrUHJ7zh5rI/AAAAAAAAB0s/s2Lx_Rhus0w/s400/DSC01564.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oyqbXzHqBhc/TrUGtBWG_VI/AAAAAAAAB0g/6ttW-3XobA8/s1600/DSC01596.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671446676268055890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oyqbXzHqBhc/TrUGtBWG_VI/AAAAAAAAB0g/6ttW-3XobA8/s400/DSC01596.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yeYbhYQmZso/TrUGapxbhPI/AAAAAAAAB0U/9sHDtMZCPbo/s1600/DSC01588.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671446360702551282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yeYbhYQmZso/TrUGapxbhPI/AAAAAAAAB0U/9sHDtMZCPbo/s400/DSC01588.JPG" /></a><br />........ à l'heure du silence, à l'heure solitaire où la seule compagne est l'aiguille du temps, martelée de secondes..</div><br /><br /><div>le soir, dans cet état second où nul Heureusement ne frappera à ma porte...</div><br /><br /><div>le soir accompagnée d'écrits, si j'avais dit des cris, cela fût bien trop simple....</div><br /><br /><div>en compagnie d'un monde,</div><br /><br /><div>où je reigne,</div><br /><br /><div>sans vous !<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-6587395254400491103?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-1177286205067181612011-11-03T02:36:00.005-07:002011-11-03T02:58:04.410-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VFv4OonyMZM/TrJkuF37iCI/AAAAAAAAB0I/W7xqlHID0S0/s1600/DSC01269.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 294px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670705623826401314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VFv4OonyMZM/TrJkuF37iCI/AAAAAAAAB0I/W7xqlHID0S0/s400/DSC01269.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--_aD83qid5U/TrJkN_MI1CI/AAAAAAAABz8/cAcOIVCqjIk/s1600/DSC00891.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670705072276296738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--_aD83qid5U/TrJkN_MI1CI/AAAAAAAABz8/cAcOIVCqjIk/s400/DSC00891.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vDQNMz8We0s/TrJjlM635sI/AAAAAAAABzw/Z21EmBhXXBY/s1600/DSC01552.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670704371587344066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vDQNMz8We0s/TrJjlM635sI/AAAAAAAABzw/Z21EmBhXXBY/s400/DSC01552.JPG" /></a><br /><br />A propos de l'amour il disait....</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>"il y a un signe infaillible auquel on reconnaît qu'on aime quelqu'un d'amour, c'est quand son visage vous inspire plus de désir physique qu'aucune autre partie de son corps..."</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>sans le savoir Monsieur Tournier partageait ma pensée....ou plutôt je partageais la sienne, humblement...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>on me taxait de "superficielle" </div><br /><div>donc, Monsieur Tournier est "superficiel"....<br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-117728620506718161?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-23322279252860703382011-10-31T03:01:00.002-07:002011-10-31T03:09:30.260-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ULFTlCQrxcM/Tq5yqC6QzlI/AAAAAAAABzY/vpaYvdXFzKY/s1600/DSC01877.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669595047567347282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ULFTlCQrxcM/Tq5yqC6QzlI/AAAAAAAABzY/vpaYvdXFzKY/s400/DSC01877.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>.... racines....</div><br /><div>en croix.. en chemin...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>tentaculaires aussi</div><br /><div>les idées, les pensées, les espoirs, les désirs, les envies...avenir...</div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-2332227925286070338?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-7531245715192715882011-10-29T02:51:00.005-07:002011-10-29T03:02:27.430-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C9O_sx5WrY4/TqvO2XNinwI/AAAAAAAABzM/DDzH1aAdvks/s1600/DSC01444.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668851989314969346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C9O_sx5WrY4/TqvO2XNinwI/AAAAAAAABzM/DDzH1aAdvks/s400/DSC01444.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><strong><em></em></strong><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iWIAdWtjVOE/TqvOoxg4KlI/AAAAAAAABzA/nCoYvGxt0_k/s1600/DSC00270.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 551px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668851755857226322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iWIAdWtjVOE/TqvOoxg4KlI/AAAAAAAABzA/nCoYvGxt0_k/s400/DSC00270.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r1PIofX6Ll4/TqvOPL6z48I/AAAAAAAABy0/xhv95I8pN-8/s1600/DSC01575.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668851316268721090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r1PIofX6Ll4/TqvOPL6z48I/AAAAAAAABy0/xhv95I8pN-8/s400/DSC01575.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><em></em></strong><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wTIHYmmISfA/TqvNyRKenzI/AAAAAAAAByo/y-OGmMR8-wk/s1600/DSC00266.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 495px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668850819460407090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wTIHYmmISfA/TqvNyRKenzI/AAAAAAAAByo/y-OGmMR8-wk/s400/DSC00266.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><strong><em>continuez, continuez certaines à me déserter ! je vous en remercie.</em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em>de la sorte, je vais</em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em>faire ma connaissance...!</em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><em>j'en ai le temps et les moyens, grace à votre silence..qui enrichit le mien.</em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em>d'autres........</em></strong><strong><em>viennent à moi..!</em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em>des solitudes saines et joyeuses, libres et généreuses</em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em>il n'y a pas d'isolement,</em></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><em>il y a d'autres rencontres, </em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em>je suis dans l'intermittence solitude...</em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><em></em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><em></em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-753124571519271588?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-73958487031741753962011-10-26T00:33:00.003-07:002011-10-26T00:48:21.715-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tSFh9sC3DUk/Tqe5TPWsaxI/AAAAAAAAByc/Hqfi-26Sq2c/s1600/DSC01749.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667702396259429138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tSFh9sC3DUk/Tqe5TPWsaxI/AAAAAAAAByc/Hqfi-26Sq2c/s400/DSC01749.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nL5KxdKHckg/Tqe40nMyZtI/AAAAAAAAByQ/hu3cFz1TAbw/s1600/DSC01745.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667701870084384466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nL5KxdKHckg/Tqe40nMyZtI/AAAAAAAAByQ/hu3cFz1TAbw/s400/DSC01745.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QL2kp6DA_X0/Tqe4iA4z7NI/AAAAAAAAByE/tGZGVJluL-I/s1600/DSC01738.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 475px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667701550562405586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QL2kp6DA_X0/Tqe4iA4z7NI/AAAAAAAAByE/tGZGVJluL-I/s400/DSC01738.JPG" /></a><br />Dieu n'est peut être qu'affaire de sensibilité.</div><br /><div>la plus fine de nos racines nerveuses, un fil d'or d'un millième de millimètre. Chez certains,</div><br /><div>il est coupé,</div><br /><div>chez d'autres, il vibre à tout !! dit Christian Bobin...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>le bleu du ciel s'accroche encore aux branches, même mortes, il s'accroche.</div><br /><div>on ne sait jamais....jamais !</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>de la Marne, au Vidourle, de la Garonne au Canal.... et du Gardon sans eau à la Seine salie,</div><br /><div>tous ces clins d'oeil..........pour vous, si proches, et si lointaines....</div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-7395848703174175396?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-43148137445957097262011-10-23T02:15:00.004-07:002011-10-23T02:28:18.513-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gearNHK0iTg/TqPc70tA8CI/AAAAAAAABx4/xJ1KFgCMQhc/s1600/DSC01793.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666615676480057378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gearNHK0iTg/TqPc70tA8CI/AAAAAAAABx4/xJ1KFgCMQhc/s400/DSC01793.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x4hZRMzugMA/TqPb7IcKh-I/AAAAAAAABxs/tRjkXsV_kMo/s1600/DSC01777.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 506px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666614565086595042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x4hZRMzugMA/TqPb7IcKh-I/AAAAAAAABxs/tRjkXsV_kMo/s400/DSC01777.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i3cOVxRd12I/TqPbaPDkKtI/AAAAAAAABxg/84GORd10m6Y/s1600/DSC01791.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 566px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666613999926782674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i3cOVxRd12I/TqPbaPDkKtI/AAAAAAAABxg/84GORd10m6Y/s400/DSC01791.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />nature immobile, comme immobile notre coeur,</div><br /><div>brume matinale,</div><br /><div>exil bien temporaire, mais exil tout de même, mélancolie, froidure... le temps s'arrête là..</div><br /><div>regards silencieux,</div><br /><div>paroles inutiles,</div><br /><div>remonter le col de la veste, marcher encore, vers la chaleur, quelque part, quelque part... aller...<br /><br /></div><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-4314813744595709726?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-36203496068561363412011-10-04T01:53:00.005-07:002011-10-04T02:13:12.276-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HpBdDOHXR3U/TorLRKXcc4I/AAAAAAAABxY/Hj6Ga9IQJeE/s1600/DSC01739.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 474px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659559377445352322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HpBdDOHXR3U/TorLRKXcc4I/AAAAAAAABxY/Hj6Ga9IQJeE/s400/DSC01739.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YHxG32YJ5do/TorKP-fuz9I/AAAAAAAABxI/T9b4VINHrZ8/s1600/DSC01711.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659558257567387602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YHxG32YJ5do/TorKP-fuz9I/AAAAAAAABxI/T9b4VINHrZ8/s400/DSC01711.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OXN6CGzRq6s/TorKDJb_RpI/AAAAAAAABxA/EQxz_6g3VHE/s1600/DSC01721.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659558037166179986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OXN6CGzRq6s/TorKDJb_RpI/AAAAAAAABxA/EQxz_6g3VHE/s400/DSC01721.JPG" /></a><br />et la saison revient, comme à chaque saison, comme toujours l'après...</div><br /><div>comme la vie qui va, qui nous retient aussi,</div><br /><div>comme cette nature qui nous réconcilie...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>à suivre un avenir, dont on ne connaît rien....<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0c8khE5fN_M/TorJxlNv1OI/AAAAAAAABw4/mew0Oj2M7PI/s1600/DSC01724.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 471px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 345px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659557735384995042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0c8khE5fN_M/TorJxlNv1OI/AAAAAAAABw4/mew0Oj2M7PI/s400/DSC01724.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-3620349606856136341?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-6704418009445114042011-08-05T02:30:00.005-07:002011-08-05T02:48:22.939-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TEUaGzlOKEM/Tju79PyGD8I/AAAAAAAABww/aFEDaY8ffBY/s1600/DSC01342.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637306019467366338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TEUaGzlOKEM/Tju79PyGD8I/AAAAAAAABww/aFEDaY8ffBY/s400/DSC01342.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vo8h4gIaR2g/Tju7Db2vytI/AAAAAAAABwo/Dll3K-sRPww/s1600/DSC01337.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637305026275691218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vo8h4gIaR2g/Tju7Db2vytI/AAAAAAAABwo/Dll3K-sRPww/s400/DSC01337.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5T9n-xqgWmg/Tju6itSb_fI/AAAAAAAABwg/WTJq9iDdzA4/s1600/DSC01341.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637304464019553778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5T9n-xqgWmg/Tju6itSb_fI/AAAAAAAABwg/WTJq9iDdzA4/s400/DSC01341.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>au début ? le désir.... Un visage qui parle à une part de nous, qui s'éveille soudain, on ne sait pas pourquoi ; simplement un appel ; un visage et c'est tout...simplement ça...</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-670441800944511404?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-65591020746047415982011-07-30T10:50:00.004-07:002011-07-30T10:59:48.777-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7HfjEHegXPU/TjRFVWpbyqI/AAAAAAAABwY/8VMIvaFAEuE/s1600/DSC00994.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635205266906270370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7HfjEHegXPU/TjRFVWpbyqI/AAAAAAAABwY/8VMIvaFAEuE/s400/DSC00994.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rG1VH3-ije8/TjRE88GjD0I/AAAAAAAABwQ/xHKgpZhjkWo/s1600/DSC01390.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635204847463763778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rG1VH3-ije8/TjRE88GjD0I/AAAAAAAABwQ/xHKgpZhjkWo/s400/DSC01390.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lE__6hQKm38/TjREmzqxB_I/AAAAAAAABwI/p7PepwpGhJg/s1600/DSC01391.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 462px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635204467242633202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lE__6hQKm38/TjREmzqxB_I/AAAAAAAABwI/p7PepwpGhJg/s400/DSC01391.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Esclaves de nos émotions, handicapés par l'égo, impatients d'arriver sans encombre.</div><br /><div>Encombrements certains au détour d'un chemin, comme au détour d'un lit,</div><br /><div>on dit : pas d'amour, du désir..</div><br /><div>on dit : pas d'amour, pas d'écoute.</div><br /><div>jusqu'au jour silencieux où tout peut arriver,</div><br /><div>sans rechercher ce jour, sans ne plus rien chercher, vivre jours après jours</div><br /><div>de montagnes en mer..</div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-6559102074604741598?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-9639852035254859692011-07-29T08:39:00.006-07:002011-07-29T08:46:31.152-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SyBSmgkvoYU/TjLVeI8bU-I/AAAAAAAABwA/xQXn1vaHGIM/s1600/DSC01237.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634800797567636450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SyBSmgkvoYU/TjLVeI8bU-I/AAAAAAAABwA/xQXn1vaHGIM/s400/DSC01237.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wih2h_sK2kM/TjLVFP6WWWI/AAAAAAAABv4/17PwRHpvMC0/s1600/DSC01236.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 478px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634800369941240162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wih2h_sK2kM/TjLVFP6WWWI/AAAAAAAABv4/17PwRHpvMC0/s400/DSC01236.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tpe5I58_Aic/TjLUrOS7R5I/AAAAAAAABvw/NtAFIfdz1DE/s1600/DSC01234.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634799922830854034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tpe5I58_Aic/TjLUrOS7R5I/AAAAAAAABvw/NtAFIfdz1DE/s400/DSC01234.JPG" /></a><br /><br />mais qui a dit "nous ne sommes trompées que par nous mêmes" ???</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>dites moi....comment ne plus l'être, ni pas soi, ni par l'autre...<br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-963985203525485969?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-71654920417125278712011-04-11T23:30:00.006-07:002011-04-13T02:54:23.669-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3w3FGOuQDbg/TaP0b4RrVMI/AAAAAAAABvk/WUjGFAoQhN0/s1600/DSC00076.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594583921924461762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3w3FGOuQDbg/TaP0b4RrVMI/AAAAAAAABvk/WUjGFAoQhN0/s400/DSC00076.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R50sFgvebVk/TaPzssfqeiI/AAAAAAAABvc/I0rfEvZbW9g/s1600/DSC00070.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594583111308048930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R50sFgvebVk/TaPzssfqeiI/AAAAAAAABvc/I0rfEvZbW9g/s400/DSC00070.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ievl_jmj8no/TaPyNUQ-B-I/AAAAAAAABvU/Kyz5kYhV5bg/s1600/DSC00042.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594581472716392418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ievl_jmj8no/TaPyNUQ-B-I/AAAAAAAABvU/Kyz5kYhV5bg/s400/DSC00042.JPG" /></a> l'hyper sensibilité ?</div><br /><br /><div>une blessure jamais comlètement cicatrisée,</div><br /><br /><div>s'ouvre parfois</div><br /><br /><div>saigne alors...</div><br /><br /><div>un écorchement imprévu,</div><br /><br /><div>il faut alors panser;</div><br /><br /><div>éviter de penser..... </div><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-7165492041712527871?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-16804225473690858222011-04-05T08:05:00.005-07:002011-04-05T08:24:13.329-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Os5C7iecGo/TZsxyB8hqeI/AAAAAAAABvM/w4huaO04Bfw/s1600/DSC00290.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592118097896122850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Os5C7iecGo/TZsxyB8hqeI/AAAAAAAABvM/w4huaO04Bfw/s400/DSC00290.JPG" /></a> <br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QQCqwy3SuVA/TZsxCdpw48I/AAAAAAAABvE/IltLAiJqUd4/s1600/DSC06280.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 483px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592117280699900866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QQCqwy3SuVA/TZsxCdpw48I/AAAAAAAABvE/IltLAiJqUd4/s400/DSC06280.JPG" /></a> <br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9UJvvq_toL0/TZswkyxK71I/AAAAAAAABu8/nd8h6792jsg/s1600/DSC06284.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592116770972036946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9UJvvq_toL0/TZswkyxK71I/AAAAAAAABu8/nd8h6792jsg/s400/DSC06284.JPG" /></a> <br /><div>... au commencement de la lecture.. </div><br /><div>un présage ! quelques jours parfois quelques semaines, où des moments de grâce vont nous tenir en éveil,</div><br /><div>aux portes d'une solitude,</div><br /><div>aux confins du vacarme du monde,</div><br /><div>à l'entrée d'un tunnel lumineux...</div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-1680422547369085822?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-53723718222702977682011-03-22T00:23:00.005-07:002011-03-22T00:30:57.645-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JGBDpGQ6AJM/TYhPlBvw4wI/AAAAAAAABuc/OUEtLPeukJU/s1600/DSC02167.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586802835295625986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JGBDpGQ6AJM/TYhPlBvw4wI/AAAAAAAABuc/OUEtLPeukJU/s400/DSC02167.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEwcNY1DTcQ/TYhPJyYf4ZI/AAAAAAAABuU/egfD19U3vrY/s1600/DSC02168.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586802367315042706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEwcNY1DTcQ/TYhPJyYf4ZI/AAAAAAAABuU/egfD19U3vrY/s400/DSC02168.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kynuekGEgcY/TYhO1ZYAOZI/AAAAAAAABuM/gEJSfnxzJj0/s1600/DSC02165.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586802017004698002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kynuekGEgcY/TYhO1ZYAOZI/AAAAAAAABuM/gEJSfnxzJj0/s400/DSC02165.JPG" /></a><br />Enrique Villa Mata dit " si tout le monde savait voir le monde ainsi, et comprenait que tout, soudain peut être nouveau autour de nous, nous n'aurions même pas besoin de perdre notre temps à penser à la mort ....</div><div><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-5372371822270297768?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-35934997731964902642011-03-09T01:20:00.005-08:002011-03-09T01:48:25.597-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wruUHSqXFF8/TXdMdtBiLYI/AAAAAAAABuE/6hndZO0hvuQ/s1600/DSC00544.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582014336334966146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wruUHSqXFF8/TXdMdtBiLYI/AAAAAAAABuE/6hndZO0hvuQ/s400/DSC00544.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-61oiRa76Lms/TXdLZhKBNiI/AAAAAAAABt8/fW1V9gXrIos/s1600/DSC00539.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582013164918224418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-61oiRa76Lms/TXdLZhKBNiI/AAAAAAAABt8/fW1V9gXrIos/s400/DSC00539.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CbN3f9xOvpI/TXdK-BGvGJI/AAAAAAAABt0/hQMcGNv4LlE/s1600/DSC00532.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582012692458051730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CbN3f9xOvpI/TXdK-BGvGJI/AAAAAAAABt0/hQMcGNv4LlE/s400/DSC00532.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WTXaRmBghMc/TXdJo7oUSgI/AAAAAAAABts/GW4sk6M3Ltc/s1600/DSC00548.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 482px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582011230699407874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WTXaRmBghMc/TXdJo7oUSgI/AAAAAAAABts/GW4sk6M3Ltc/s400/DSC00548.JPG" /></a><br />il est important pour la bonne marche de la vie d'être dans la joie</div><div>de la nouveauté</div><div>d'un rendez vous,</div><div>d'un projet,</div><div>d'un départ,</div><div>joie d'être encore ... </div><div>dans le mouvement !<br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-3593499773196490264?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-90221112563754957192011-03-07T02:29:00.005-08:002011-03-07T02:54:44.107-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VjPgY5ed0a8/TXS4wFL76RI/AAAAAAAABtk/QKZdWqArlCE/s1600/DSC00483.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 497px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 289px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581288974384359698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VjPgY5ed0a8/TXS4wFL76RI/AAAAAAAABtk/QKZdWqArlCE/s400/DSC00483.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eQVs_LA87Y4/TXS4FKX4piI/AAAAAAAABtc/GrjkgrHh10Q/s1600/DSC00479.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581288237042279970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eQVs_LA87Y4/TXS4FKX4piI/AAAAAAAABtc/GrjkgrHh10Q/s400/DSC00479.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hCDwBqlYiTY/TXS3W0t7QuI/AAAAAAAABtU/Navg_r1ykJU/s1600/DSC00481.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 509px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 339px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581287440955163362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hCDwBqlYiTY/TXS3W0t7QuI/AAAAAAAABtU/Navg_r1ykJU/s400/DSC00481.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Xq8DCVf2yk/TXS2_Q6sy4I/AAAAAAAABtM/2hGnv4Tj3cw/s1600/DSC00482.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581287036208073602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Xq8DCVf2yk/TXS2_Q6sy4I/AAAAAAAABtM/2hGnv4Tj3cw/s400/DSC00482.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qXTnpknQFmk/TXS2gzSi0wI/AAAAAAAABtE/V2ZodOExb8Q/s1600/DSC00478.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 489px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581286512858944258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qXTnpknQFmk/TXS2gzSi0wI/AAAAAAAABtE/V2ZodOExb8Q/s400/DSC00478.JPG" /></a> nous parlions de bouffées de bonheur, éphémères, fugaces,</div><div>et qui portent soudain</div><div>aux portes du bien être</div><div>une légèreté envahissante...</div><div>la vie se vivrait ainsi, </div><div>l'espace de ces secondes suspendues dans le temps !<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-9022111256375495719?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-91201058928139512252011-02-26T23:33:00.004-08:002011-02-26T23:45:39.589-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PremqZ8joik/TWoAnjBf5yI/AAAAAAAABs8/s4jYK77iuOw/s1600/DSC00103.gif"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578271767868204834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PremqZ8joik/TWoAnjBf5yI/AAAAAAAABs8/s4jYK77iuOw/s400/DSC00103.gif" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ctoZsQ1L4B8/TWn_hI20sqI/AAAAAAAABs0/pPTageMxViI/s1600/DSC06292.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 505px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578270558253265570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ctoZsQ1L4B8/TWn_hI20sqI/AAAAAAAABs0/pPTageMxViI/s400/DSC06292.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-69g_hA6LWkc/TWn-lUUt8eI/AAAAAAAABss/KJhCqtd0PR4/s1600/DSC06316.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 561px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578269530539291106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-69g_hA6LWkc/TWn-lUUt8eI/AAAAAAAABss/KJhCqtd0PR4/s400/DSC06316.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>impermanence,</div><div>à tout début... y a une fin....</div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-9120105892813951225?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-42215557679657798502011-02-16T01:42:00.004-08:002011-02-16T01:59:21.178-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T-DH5krLb0A/TVueIYXOfaI/AAAAAAAABsk/JDGU47CEAtw/s1600/DSC00360.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574222830617132450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T-DH5krLb0A/TVueIYXOfaI/AAAAAAAABsk/JDGU47CEAtw/s400/DSC00360.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sEV6InyPZ4A/TVudZiQ9A3I/AAAAAAAABsc/MSgNFmV5DLY/s1600/DSC00351.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 487px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574222025821324146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sEV6InyPZ4A/TVudZiQ9A3I/AAAAAAAABsc/MSgNFmV5DLY/s400/DSC00351.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JDLgEe0Cjp4/TVuc9L6Za-I/AAAAAAAABsU/-UlyTzMrsCU/s1600/DSC00341.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 492px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574221538784799714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JDLgEe0Cjp4/TVuc9L6Za-I/AAAAAAAABsU/-UlyTzMrsCU/s400/DSC00341.JPG" /></a><br /><br />des cycles et des cycles</div><div>des siècles et des siècles que cela tourne ainsi...</div><div>et de vies en espoirs, et désespoirs en amour...</div><div>chaque amour désespoir,</div><div>finalement, on préfère encore le désespoir à la solitude.....</div><div>continuons,</div><div>y a pas de raison que ça change......<br /></div><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-4221555767965779850?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-37449282495779449052011-02-06T09:31:00.004-08:002011-02-06T09:46:50.724-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TU7eIwbsBmI/AAAAAAAABsM/GiI7f60q93I/s1600/DSC00388.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570634031125235298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TU7eIwbsBmI/AAAAAAAABsM/GiI7f60q93I/s400/DSC00388.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TU7cu9EHcQI/AAAAAAAABsE/rUzLyzuI9TI/s1600/DSC00386.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570632488327803138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TU7cu9EHcQI/AAAAAAAABsE/rUzLyzuI9TI/s400/DSC00386.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TU7cRvJOW2I/AAAAAAAABr8/Fh-0diUp2Gg/s1600/DSC00357.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570631986374925154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TU7cRvJOW2I/AAAAAAAABr8/Fh-0diUp2Gg/s400/DSC00357.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TU7btIXwGmI/AAAAAAAABr0/nbKEKngHK80/s1600/DSC00349.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570631357491583586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TU7btIXwGmI/AAAAAAAABr0/nbKEKngHK80/s400/DSC00349.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TU7bU7EUZLI/AAAAAAAABrs/YU-zcG3lM5U/s1600/DSC00335.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570630941603554482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TU7bU7EUZLI/AAAAAAAABrs/YU-zcG3lM5U/s400/DSC00335.JPG" /></a><br />et l'égratignure d'un fil...<br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-3744928249577944905?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-28450922995813945802011-02-05T00:42:00.002-08:002011-02-05T00:50:30.076-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TU0N2Zw4gTI/AAAAAAAABrk/vOeeiby_Imk/s1600/DSC00350.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570123542407184690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TU0N2Zw4gTI/AAAAAAAABrk/vOeeiby_Imk/s400/DSC00350.JPG" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-2845092299581394580?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-919445625697495462011-01-27T02:03:00.001-08:002011-01-27T02:07:05.872-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TUFDOSZlPmI/AAAAAAAABrY/BAn1hyMgt9g/s1600/fin%2Bde%2Bcanyon.PNG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 572px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566804527143009890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TUFDOSZlPmI/AAAAAAAABrY/BAn1hyMgt9g/s400/fin%2Bde%2Bcanyon.PNG" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>"fin de canyon"....</div><div>pourquoi toujours une fin de quelque chose, de quelqu'un, </div><div>il peut se passer autre chose, si l'on veut..</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-91944562569749546?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-81330182086124841762011-01-24T08:59:00.003-08:002011-01-24T09:11:32.517-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TT2xqCtBmGI/AAAAAAAABrQ/DVR4zj13Xpk/s1600/DSC00999.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 512px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565800050338142306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TT2xqCtBmGI/AAAAAAAABrQ/DVR4zj13Xpk/s400/DSC00999.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TT2wM35zmBI/AAAAAAAABrI/I92eEJLP1F4/s1600/DSC00973.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 480px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565798449711126546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TT2wM35zmBI/AAAAAAAABrI/I92eEJLP1F4/s400/DSC00973.JPG" /></a><br />samedi départ...et samedi retour...</div><div>histoire de changer d'air, même sans la neige, </div><div>même sans elle,</div><div> je parle de la neige.....!!</div><div> </div><div>une semaine ailleurs, changement de cap, partir....revenir.... continuer...</div><div> </div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-8133018208612484176?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-79296269790139993122011-01-19T23:46:00.004-08:002011-01-19T23:58:44.967-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TTfqJGxtfXI/AAAAAAAABrA/uvjvvd9yXrI/s1600/DSC00308.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564173306798374258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TTfqJGxtfXI/AAAAAAAABrA/uvjvvd9yXrI/s400/DSC00308.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TTfpPrifgJI/AAAAAAAABq4/24YEIOPKe1g/s1600/DSC00312.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 538px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564172320234242194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TTfpPrifgJI/AAAAAAAABq4/24YEIOPKe1g/s400/DSC00312.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TTfoyqoP4ZI/AAAAAAAABqw/dC-9Jz9gbrY/s1600/DSC00306.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 512px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564171821773742482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TTfoyqoP4ZI/AAAAAAAABqw/dC-9Jz9gbrY/s400/DSC00306.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Il y a des matins boueux comme les eaux de Garonne,</div><div>et des audes nocturnes auxquelles on ne croyait plus,</div><div>il y a des réveils légers portés par la bouffée du bonheur éphémère,</div><div>de ces matins vivants,</div><div>auxquels on ne croyait plus.</div><div>il y a des névroses assassines de vie</div><div>qui ne guérissent pas,</div><div>ce désir de les perdre</div><div>en ne se réveillant pas....<br /></div><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-7929626979013999312?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-64716632011285441702011-01-15T09:27:00.001-08:002011-01-15T09:31:36.919-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TTHZa-2792I/AAAAAAAABqo/841nyNOCi6s/s1600/DSC00058.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562466072352520034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TTHZa-2792I/AAAAAAAABqo/841nyNOCi6s/s400/DSC00058.JPG" /></a><br /><div>arrêt sur image,</div><div>plus de son de guitare..</div><div>plus d'images à prendre..... stand by</div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-6471663201128544170?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-44150685483124590362011-01-13T03:16:00.005-08:002011-01-13T03:31:37.999-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TS7iJr28m1I/AAAAAAAABqg/kovt1eY-M1w/s1600/DSC00293.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 506px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561631245869030226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TS7iJr28m1I/AAAAAAAABqg/kovt1eY-M1w/s400/DSC00293.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TS7g9ohqLpI/AAAAAAAABqY/OpLJ9lBGUjs/s1600/DSC00289.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561629939304378002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TS7g9ohqLpI/AAAAAAAABqY/OpLJ9lBGUjs/s400/DSC00289.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TS7gYiUxyuI/AAAAAAAABqQ/mFt0UR6SjCM/s1600/DSC00290.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 507px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 324px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561629301984578274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TS7gYiUxyuI/AAAAAAAABqQ/mFt0UR6SjCM/s400/DSC00290.JPG" /></a> la prisonnière,<br /><div>la fugitive ?</div><div>qu'est ce que le sentiment amoureux ?</div><br /><div>l'impossibilité d'échapper à qui vous échappe...</div><div> </div><div>'il n'y a d'amour que...dans l'impossibilité d'arrêter la fuite sans fin, la dérobade infinie de l'autre' (A. finkiielkraut)</div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-4415068548312459036?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-87980835629407780062011-01-05T00:16:00.005-08:002011-01-05T00:23:18.960-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TSQp7lsBZfI/AAAAAAAABqI/rajWnE18s8I/s1600/DSC00257.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 528px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 361px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558613943787808242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TSQp7lsBZfI/AAAAAAAABqI/rajWnE18s8I/s400/DSC00257.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TSQprhFfA8I/AAAAAAAABqA/w9kqIqNkSmA/s1600/DSC00244.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558613667674522562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TSQprhFfA8I/AAAAAAAABqA/w9kqIqNkSmA/s400/DSC00244.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TSQpO5YRvPI/AAAAAAAABp4/B_yLCW3hQSc/s1600/DSC00248.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 502px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558613175979588850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TSQpO5YRvPI/AAAAAAAABp4/B_yLCW3hQSc/s400/DSC00248.JPG" /></a><br />....la communication ne va pas se faire sur la recherche d'un accord,</div><div>mais sur la mise en évidence des différences...</div><div>dit J.Salomé,<br /><br /></div><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-8798083562940778006?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-50358956178403817332011-01-02T01:05:00.005-08:002011-01-02T01:29:45.118-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TSBEnHpGOVI/AAAAAAAABpw/e-y_cwfdgsk/s1600/DSC00078.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 492px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 325px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557517379032201554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TSBEnHpGOVI/AAAAAAAABpw/e-y_cwfdgsk/s400/DSC00078.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TSBDG3ApLFI/AAAAAAAABpo/KmBw4Vq5qzk/s1600/DSC00075.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557515725300116562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TSBDG3ApLFI/AAAAAAAABpo/KmBw4Vq5qzk/s400/DSC00075.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TSBBTdbNmPI/AAAAAAAABpY/FeXpNb4OKSM/s1600/DSC00046.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 484px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557513742747277554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TSBBTdbNmPI/AAAAAAAABpY/FeXpNb4OKSM/s400/DSC00046.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TSBAiDkQ4iI/AAAAAAAABpQ/FScTrjky2K8/s1600/DSC00047.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 499px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557512893992329762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TSBAiDkQ4iI/AAAAAAAABpQ/FScTrjky2K8/s400/DSC00047.JPG" /></a><br />.....signes et traces dans la mouvance de la vie..</div><div>dans la légèreté du sable impassible,</div><br /><br /><div>dans tout ce que je vois</div><div>qui m'appelle et me parle....</div><br /><br /><div> un battement de cil.... pour en capter le sens, l'essence.....les sens en éveil.... avant de disparaître....<br /></div><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-5035895617840381733?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-475934811441969982010-12-30T00:34:00.004-08:002010-12-30T00:59:06.994-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TRxILtkz8JI/AAAAAAAABpA/JEhYJvTqxAI/s1600/DSC00069.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 503px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556395406318104722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TRxILtkz8JI/AAAAAAAABpA/JEhYJvTqxAI/s400/DSC00069.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TRxGDFSed_I/AAAAAAAABo4/DR05tfCRAbw/s1600/DSC00064.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556393059041572850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TRxGDFSed_I/AAAAAAAABo4/DR05tfCRAbw/s400/DSC00064.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TRxFjZ6yglI/AAAAAAAABow/KjdE-qO0jRo/s1600/DSC00060.gif"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 390px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556392514823553618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TRxFjZ6yglI/AAAAAAAABow/KjdE-qO0jRo/s400/DSC00060.gif" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TRxEa3nBQAI/AAAAAAAABoo/m6MYIXJRNz8/s1600/DSC00043.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 507px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556391268663246850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TRxEa3nBQAI/AAAAAAAABoo/m6MYIXJRNz8/s400/DSC00043.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-47593481144196998?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-46794439577200085782010-12-23T08:24:00.005-08:002010-12-23T08:37:57.457-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TRN6D6HGSLI/AAAAAAAABoc/7PQt5tbm5dI/s1600/2292514645_66209d6912.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 353px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 429px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553916973035178162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TRN6D6HGSLI/AAAAAAAABoc/7PQt5tbm5dI/s400/2292514645_66209d6912.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TRN5gE5bknI/AAAAAAAABoU/8hwWllO2rw4/s1600/B_-LE-MONASTERE-SAINTE-CATHERINE-AU-LOIN---SINAI.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 524px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553916357455352434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TRN5gE5bknI/AAAAAAAABoU/8hwWllO2rw4/s400/B_-LE-MONASTERE-SAINTE-CATHERINE-AU-LOIN---SINAI.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TRN5BbhlLgI/AAAAAAAABoM/w-2pPS2tl7k/s1600/B_-ASCENCION-MONASTERE-SAINTE-CATHERINE---SINAI--9-.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 540px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 330px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553915830953389570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TRN5BbhlLgI/AAAAAAAABoM/w-2pPS2tl7k/s400/B_-ASCENCION-MONASTERE-SAINTE-CATHERINE---SINAI--9-.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>Montagne de Moïse ! les dix commandements</div><div>réminiscences bibliques soudaines....être dans la légende l'espace d'un seul jour..</div><br /><div>cette humilité,</div><div>cette étreinte invisible,</div>ces deux mille ans d'histoires de pierre et de sable..<br /><div>cette envie de plus rien,</div><div>impression d'"arrivée..."</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-4679443957720008578?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-23912196351570812412010-12-23T08:10:00.006-08:002010-12-23T08:23:58.698-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TRN2psaed2I/AAAAAAAABoE/NQUDxHcpPHM/s1600/oasis.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 565px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553913224146876258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TRN2psaed2I/AAAAAAAABoE/NQUDxHcpPHM/s400/oasis.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TRN1zK3LmMI/AAAAAAAABn8/qmbDHGtgnYg/s1600/Sinai_canyon_colore.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 535px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 446px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553912287427532994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TRN1zK3LmMI/AAAAAAAABn8/qmbDHGtgnYg/s400/Sinai_canyon_colore.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TRN1f0HlfSI/AAAAAAAABn0/xaUyp5qAiO8/s1600/2292578117_99c63ac2f3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 602px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 334px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553911954904808738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TRN1f0HlfSI/AAAAAAAABn0/xaUyp5qAiO8/s400/2292578117_99c63ac2f3.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TRN1UdAwjXI/AAAAAAAABns/0W32VhXxdSM/s1600/voy_060224a.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 536px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 331px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553911759723597170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TRN1UdAwjXI/AAAAAAAABns/0W32VhXxdSM/s400/voy_060224a.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TRN1B1TChiI/AAAAAAAABnk/O5-b51W4oNQ/s1600/mtns-sinai-03.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 603px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553911439825208866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TRN1B1TChiI/AAAAAAAABnk/O5-b51W4oNQ/s400/mtns-sinai-03.jpg" /></a><br /><br />.....Il n'y a rien que ça,</div><div>que le silence de nos voix,</div><div>que la surprise de nos yeux,</div><div>sans attente de miracle</div><div>sans plus aucune attente....</div><div>Sinaï triangulaire miraculeusement terreux...</div><div>un battement de cil,</div><div>et se sentir en vie...dans une immensité !<br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-2391219635157081241?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-14395336154178230602010-12-21T03:30:00.002-08:002010-12-21T03:33:11.606-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TRCQX-giAII/AAAAAAAABnc/0Cr4Y__hI2U/s1600/PICT0015.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553097082138656898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TRCQX-giAII/AAAAAAAABnc/0Cr4Y__hI2U/s400/PICT0015.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TRCQGWDtNXI/AAAAAAAABnU/Nm8ftD7TRcU/s1600/PICT0014.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553096779222562162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TRCQGWDtNXI/AAAAAAAABnU/Nm8ftD7TRcU/s400/PICT0014.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div><br />sans commentaire..... pour l'instant......<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-1439533615417823060?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-14163308981742325262010-11-26T23:43:00.002-08:002010-11-26T23:46:43.377-08:00<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 489px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544132198913690562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TPC23GAOS8I/AAAAAAAABnM/4d0Szp3Ic1A/s400/DSC01477.JPG" /><br /><div>délaissé le blog ces temps ci !!! pas de rendez vous avec vous....</div><div>je suis dans un apprentissage,</div><div>un tissage.... nouveau..</div><div>mes attentions sont ailleurs</div><div>à bientôt, sans faute, et photos....nouvelles aussi...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-1416330898174232526?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-80721200063551903092010-11-05T00:50:00.006-07:002010-11-05T01:05:30.231-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TNO6uU7UXFI/AAAAAAAABnE/TUaEHkt_shI/s1600/DSC07167.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535973672022727762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TNO6uU7UXFI/AAAAAAAABnE/TUaEHkt_shI/s400/DSC07167.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TNO6H8aOLbI/AAAAAAAABm8/CJ6BpG1-bjE/s1600/DSC07103.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535973012606430642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TNO6H8aOLbI/AAAAAAAABm8/CJ6BpG1-bjE/s400/DSC07103.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TNO5WpALdmI/AAAAAAAABm0/w3AkMF92tX8/s1600/DSC06316.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 475px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535972165583337058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TNO5WpALdmI/AAAAAAAABm0/w3AkMF92tX8/s400/DSC06316.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>le pire n'est pas de ne pas aimer....</div><br /><br /><br /><div>le pire est de ne plus pouvoir, savoir, vouloir...</div><br /><br /><br /><div>le pire est d'y penser, d'y croire pourtant..</div><br /><br /><br /><div>le pire est d'espérer..</div><br /><br /><br /><div>le pire est de réaliser que l'on ne sait plus faire... peut être....ou pas...</div><br /><br /><br /><div>que l'on a peur de faire...</div><br /><br /><br /><div>le pire sont ces violences qui tiraillent le ventre,</div><br /><br /><br /><div>le pire sont ces réveils vides autour de soi....</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div>le pire est de ne pas garder, la rencontre à venir....</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-8072120006355190309?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-72104383799485837682010-10-27T10:24:00.004-07:002010-10-27T10:37:42.602-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TMhi1i-iHiI/AAAAAAAABms/WgX-EEPntMQ/s1600/DSC07191.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532780814286331426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TMhi1i-iHiI/AAAAAAAABms/WgX-EEPntMQ/s400/DSC07191.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TMhidOxBV8I/AAAAAAAABmk/-reS2B-XfYs/s1600/DSC07193.gif"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532780396544088002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TMhidOxBV8I/AAAAAAAABmk/-reS2B-XfYs/s400/DSC07193.gif" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TMhhjoYBb5I/AAAAAAAABmc/9HTdTq8Hm9g/s1600/Copie+de+DSC07193.gif"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532779406986145682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TMhhjoYBb5I/AAAAAAAABmc/9HTdTq8Hm9g/s400/Copie+de+DSC07193.gif" /></a><br />.... collé à la peau, au coeur à l'âme,</div><div>seule en être responsable.</div><div>refuser d'entendre, mais y croire à nouveau..</div><div>forcer l'impossible.</div><div>partir est solution.</div><div>peu importe l'heure, peu importe l'instant, partir, c'est tout.</div><div>continuer l'errance...<br /><br /></div><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-7210438379948583768?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-89780649424649242772010-10-18T02:16:00.005-07:002010-10-18T03:03:41.896-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TLwUh65vUzI/AAAAAAAABmU/LL2aebkekiQ/s1600/DSC00111.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529317015483798322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TLwUh65vUzI/AAAAAAAABmU/LL2aebkekiQ/s400/DSC00111.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TLwTxfQ70bI/AAAAAAAABmM/rEa-WLHG0XI/s1600/DSC00103.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 424px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529316183431172530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TLwTxfQ70bI/AAAAAAAABmM/rEa-WLHG0XI/s400/DSC00103.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TLwR-zVZ9BI/AAAAAAAABmE/LqM5ldakY9w/s1600/DSC00121.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 460px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529314213133677586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TLwR-zVZ9BI/AAAAAAAABmE/LqM5ldakY9w/s400/DSC00121.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TLwRarmKc6I/AAAAAAAABl8/lNaUAVCULV0/s1600/DSC00108.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 440px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529313592581190562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TLwRarmKc6I/AAAAAAAABl8/lNaUAVCULV0/s400/DSC00108.JPG" /></a><br /><br />attachements d'hiver...</div><div>automne de la vie..</div><div>amitiés étrangères,</div><div>amours en parallèlle</div><div>ne plus savoir, vouloir.</div><div>attentive aux maux,</div><div>besoin, désirs d'envies,</div><div>présente</div><div>et en vie....<br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-8978064942464924277?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-49252078495499262082010-09-25T04:29:00.004-07:002010-09-25T04:39:55.212-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TJ3ezEVhG0I/AAAAAAAABl0/Yku_J8RqDe8/s1600/DSC03741.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 470px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520813687144782658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TJ3ezEVhG0I/AAAAAAAABl0/Yku_J8RqDe8/s400/DSC03741.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TJ3eYv2iZVI/AAAAAAAABls/E5t-528VaR0/s1600/DSC03390.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520813234969535826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TJ3eYv2iZVI/AAAAAAAABls/E5t-528VaR0/s400/DSC03390.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TJ3eADPrdWI/AAAAAAAABlk/2gSF6yNMfx4/s1600/DSC07116.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520812810678531426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TJ3eADPrdWI/AAAAAAAABlk/2gSF6yNMfx4/s400/DSC07116.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TJ3dtVKSuxI/AAAAAAAABlc/rIaelhpkGNQ/s1600/DSC07115.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 512px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 345px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520812489070263058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TJ3dtVKSuxI/AAAAAAAABlc/rIaelhpkGNQ/s400/DSC07115.JPG" /></a><br /><br />j'avais mis sans savoir tous les mots que je porte</div><div>en un sac,</div><div>et le sac...</div><div>en rivière.</div><div>et au delà de l'eau avaient roulé mes phrases dans le sac immergé.</div><div>et puis soudain voilà..</div><div>je retrouve le sac échoué, une grève,</div><div>et le désir profond d'y puiser à nouveau,</div><div>des phrases inconnues...<br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-4925207849549926208?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-72428141206959665302010-09-24T01:37:00.000-07:002010-09-24T01:40:18.564-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TJxjq0BlK1I/AAAAAAAABlU/Y-cGqdmY23c/s1600/Copie+de+P260209_12.23.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 386px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520396830420314962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TJxjq0BlK1I/AAAAAAAABlU/Y-cGqdmY23c/s400/Copie+de+P260209_12.23.JPG" /></a><br /><div>merci à toutes celles qui ne l'ont pas oublié !!!!!!!!!!!!! surtout MOI !!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-7242814120695966530?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-83826371566889555032010-09-08T06:05:00.004-07:002010-09-08T06:18:43.367-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TIeMYfhUdbI/AAAAAAAABko/1MWyJtRZFx4/s1600/DSC00028.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 493px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514530621144462770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TIeMYfhUdbI/AAAAAAAABko/1MWyJtRZFx4/s400/DSC00028.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TIeLWHCc-FI/AAAAAAAABkg/MsRYArf-Og0/s1600/DSC00026.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514529480701179986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TIeLWHCc-FI/AAAAAAAABkg/MsRYArf-Og0/s400/DSC00026.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TIeKsr5mIDI/AAAAAAAABkY/vLRqhkvFQXs/s1600/DSC00029.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514528769041637426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TIeKsr5mIDI/AAAAAAAABkY/vLRqhkvFQXs/s400/DSC00029.JPG" /></a><br />souvent l'on me dit "tu n'es pas sûre, tu ne peux affirmer"</div><div>mais aussi,</div><div>l'on me dit "tu es radicale, trop...</div><div>et je doute de ça aussi...</div><div>en fait,</div><div>je ne suis qu'un être humain.....</div><div> </div><div>"on mesure l'intelligence d'un individu à la quantité d'incertitudes qu'il est capable de supporter"</div><div>Emmanuel Kant !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! tout de même !!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br /></div><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-8382637156688955503?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-78189670240586727472010-09-04T03:33:00.003-07:002010-09-04T03:41:47.596-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TIIhyIczBTI/AAAAAAAABkQ/-36S8rzM7oo/s1600/DSC07291.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513006039000352050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TIIhyIczBTI/AAAAAAAABkQ/-36S8rzM7oo/s400/DSC07291.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TIIhV4vmLjI/AAAAAAAABkI/0DSGht1XSoA/s1600/DSC07297.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513005553747897906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TIIhV4vmLjI/AAAAAAAABkI/0DSGht1XSoA/s400/DSC07297.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TIIhDWWI8XI/AAAAAAAABkA/Gxrr3oIrCkw/s1600/DSC07299.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 381px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513005235276673394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TIIhDWWI8XI/AAAAAAAABkA/Gxrr3oIrCkw/s400/DSC07299.JPG" /></a><br />A la croisée des routes, des chemins et des sentes, des caneaux et des fleuves,</div><div>en allant, en allant</div><div>vers la mer</div><div>tout peut arriver.</div><div>le bien, comme le mal, le tort ou la raison, tout est là, en attente..</div><div>de nos pas, </div><div>en avant,</div><div>de nos pas qui ignorent encore ce que nous allons faire....<br /><br /></div><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-7818967024058672747?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-1142338028789771112010-09-03T07:42:00.005-07:002010-09-03T07:49:15.875-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TIEJjcSPdhI/AAAAAAAABj4/VCTI3YkilxI/s1600/DSC07315.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 505px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512697923370972690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TIEJjcSPdhI/AAAAAAAABj4/VCTI3YkilxI/s400/DSC07315.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Pourquoi Jésus Christ n'a-t-il pas choisi de loger son corps dans une huître plutôt que dans une hostie ???</div><div> </div><div>ou un réglisse, un chocolat, une fraise tagada....</div><div>n'importe quoi !!!!!!!!!!!!!!</div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-114233802878977111?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-56994459105284314792010-09-03T07:28:00.002-07:002010-09-03T07:41:00.124-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TIEHgEGPx8I/AAAAAAAABjw/b39tVknVcDA/s1600/neige+lozere.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512695666315347906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TIEHgEGPx8I/AAAAAAAABjw/b39tVknVcDA/s400/neige+lozere.JPG" /></a><br /><div>recherche d'une présence féminine ..........</div><div> </div><div>à cause de manques...</div><div>à cause de trop........</div><div>un mauvais dosage... assurément !</div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-5699445910528431479?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-8340614884644029212010-08-08T10:13:00.003-07:002010-08-08T10:28:16.618-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TF7ohyCoYuI/AAAAAAAABjo/IKgE_WFEYzc/s1600/DSC07320.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 422px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 424px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503091461759460066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TF7ohyCoYuI/AAAAAAAABjo/IKgE_WFEYzc/s400/DSC07320.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TF7nQB5v5nI/AAAAAAAABjg/Whc3i5o5PDs/s1600/DSC07319.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503090057267897970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TF7nQB5v5nI/AAAAAAAABjg/Whc3i5o5PDs/s400/DSC07319.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TF7mjWHKPSI/AAAAAAAABjY/Upm7vPE8xSk/s1600/DSC07322.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 553px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 335px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503089289598745890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TF7mjWHKPSI/AAAAAAAABjY/Upm7vPE8xSk/s400/DSC07322.JPG" /></a><br /><br />suite et fin du voyage que l'on voulut réel,</div><div>rien qu'une illusion..</div><div>le réveil décisif, l'attitude évidente, </div><div>un peu de brume à l'horizon</div><div>qui se lève,</div><div>qui se lève,</div><div>de la poussière,</div><div>rien qu'un peu de poussière...<br /></div><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-834061488464402921?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-84757287817940231642010-07-30T08:13:00.003-07:002010-07-30T08:21:54.621-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TFLtnqyvl-I/AAAAAAAABjQ/HFXYi4_0bQA/s1600/DSC07288.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499719360730601442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TFLtnqyvl-I/AAAAAAAABjQ/HFXYi4_0bQA/s400/DSC07288.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TFLsuh4dwLI/AAAAAAAABjI/VWkcD_F_ZAY/s1600/DSC07300.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499718379086135474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TFLsuh4dwLI/AAAAAAAABjI/VWkcD_F_ZAY/s400/DSC07300.JPG" /></a><br />Je ne me suis jamais demandée ce que serait ma vie.</div><div>aujourd'hui, </div><div>je suis là...</div><div>impression que je n'y suis pour rien !</div><div>Mais,</div><div>je me suis souvent demandée ce que serait ma mort.</div><div>aujourd'hui,</div><div>je suis là...</div><div>impression d'y être pour quelque chose...<br /></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-8475728781794023164?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-20826312167872930232010-07-29T09:40:00.002-07:002010-07-29T09:56:08.311-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TFGwZTZ053I/AAAAAAAABjA/Mx3YN9BlBNY/s1600/P1030207.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499370568747902834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TFGwZTZ053I/AAAAAAAABjA/Mx3YN9BlBNY/s400/P1030207.jpg" /></a><br /><div><strong><em>les êtres vont et viennent,</em></strong></div><div><strong><em>reviennent quand ils veulent</em></strong></div><div><strong><em>n'ont jamais disparu....totalement,</em></strong></div><div><strong><em>on croit ça...</em></strong></div><div><strong><em>rien qu'une phrase</em></strong></div><div><strong><em>nous les rend plus présents, nous les font revenir dans notre galaxie...</em></strong></div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-2082631216787293023?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-65760581896200157082010-07-18T01:28:00.006-07:002010-07-18T01:43:07.682-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TEK9OSe16FI/AAAAAAAABi4/Lv6jdPUUtq8/s1600/DSC05304.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495162548522444882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TEK9OSe16FI/AAAAAAAABi4/Lv6jdPUUtq8/s400/DSC05304.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TEK8s5ywxXI/AAAAAAAABiw/qTFryyLi57o/s1600/DSC05314.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495161974959424882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TEK8s5ywxXI/AAAAAAAABiw/qTFryyLi57o/s400/DSC05314.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TEK72zYPb7I/AAAAAAAABio/6nAaZ-Dhy_c/s1600/DSC05187.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495161045524639666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TEK72zYPb7I/AAAAAAAABio/6nAaZ-Dhy_c/s400/DSC05187.JPG" /></a><br />mais parler d'eux, c'est encore ... parler de soi,</div><div>de cette empreinte indélébile laissée,</div><div>de cette trace sinueuse derrière nous, que seuls</div><div>les escargots dévoilent,</div><div>de ce poids sur notre âme....parfois,</div><div> </div><div>ce qui reste de nous après leur départ, l'héritage, </div><div>la somme de culpabilité distillée dans nos veines,</div><div>la douloureuse certitude... de ne pas être ce que l'on est !</div><div><br /><br /> </div><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-6576058189620015708?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-49067260739698735042010-07-13T09:40:00.004-07:002010-07-16T07:05:21.045-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TDyY2z2rA8I/AAAAAAAABig/WagC96kmziM/s1600/DSC07020.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493433712885040066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TDyY2z2rA8I/AAAAAAAABig/WagC96kmziM/s400/DSC07020.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TDyYXrGraYI/AAAAAAAABiY/HUpi54FQXUw/s1600/DSC07019.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493433177960311170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TDyYXrGraYI/AAAAAAAABiY/HUpi54FQXUw/s400/DSC07019.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TDyXvuOiReI/AAAAAAAABiQ/5VHVRaOiUR4/s1600/DSC07016.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493432491603805666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TDyXvuOiReI/AAAAAAAABiQ/5VHVRaOiUR4/s400/DSC07016.JPG" /></a><br /><br />ah... les odeurs de l'enfance qui ne s'oublient jamais !</div><div>l'arrosage du soir,</div><div>la chaleur de la terre </div><div>l'herbe coupée en tas tout au bout de l'allée,</div><div>la menthe,</div><div>le chèvre feuille, le tilleul aux abeilles</div><div>de ces odeurs d'enfance qui ne s'oublient jamais....<br /></div><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-4906726073969873504?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-39250542068033048862010-07-07T02:21:00.003-07:002010-07-07T02:35:06.900-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TDRJZUq5YNI/AAAAAAAABiI/XRe1PE3McA8/s1600/DSC07254.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491094545065664722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TDRJZUq5YNI/AAAAAAAABiI/XRe1PE3McA8/s400/DSC07254.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TDRIvr4r01I/AAAAAAAABiA/xcrQ9OOoeyA/s1600/DSC07257.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491093829743006546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TDRIvr4r01I/AAAAAAAABiA/xcrQ9OOoeyA/s400/DSC07257.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TDRIi2nmQVI/AAAAAAAABh4/M5nT4y0_m68/s1600/DSC07116.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 484px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491093609285828946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TDRIi2nmQVI/AAAAAAAABh4/M5nT4y0_m68/s400/DSC07116.JPG" /></a><br />la chaleur anéantit le bruit,</div><div>le courant anéantit tout désir de mouvements</div><div>seulement l'oiseau, le cri le piaillement soudain</div><div>mais ce n'est pas du bruit, c'est le chant de l'eau, </div><div>plus rien ne bouge, </div><div>lenteur, touffeur, </div><div>inerte et vivant, le temps coule là.....<br /><br /></div><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-3925054206803304886?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-70208481064851022392010-07-02T02:28:00.002-07:002010-07-02T02:38:19.987-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TC2y83r6s3I/AAAAAAAABhw/NC6dAJ5-SBs/s1600/DSC07054.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489240279644550002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TC2y83r6s3I/AAAAAAAABhw/NC6dAJ5-SBs/s400/DSC07054.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TC2ydvoAbbI/AAAAAAAABho/nUwur6rbbKQ/s1600/DSC07055.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 474px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489239744904719794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TC2ydvoAbbI/AAAAAAAABho/nUwur6rbbKQ/s400/DSC07055.JPG" /></a><br />il y a de ces silences ...</div><div>lourds à nous faire tomber sous le poids de leur charge.</div><div>incompréhensibles</div><div>silences agréssifs,</div><div>bêtes et méchants,</div><div>qui nous laissent nu et seul,</div><div> </div><div>la faculté d'oubli est de mise.... heureusement, je l'ai....<br /></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-7020848106485102239?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-11408157384578729932010-06-30T13:35:00.003-07:002010-06-30T13:48:15.512-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TCur2Ky4LzI/AAAAAAAABhg/uyBtZvYiya8/s1600/DSC07138.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 471px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 338px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488669517980118834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TCur2Ky4LzI/AAAAAAAABhg/uyBtZvYiya8/s400/DSC07138.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TCurSh3bgeI/AAAAAAAABhY/XmQcQDVvkt8/s1600/DSC07186.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488668905697935842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TCurSh3bgeI/AAAAAAAABhY/XmQcQDVvkt8/s400/DSC07186.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TCuq92yKgHI/AAAAAAAABhQ/33pqhijSS88/s1600/DSC07152.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 505px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 323px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488668550535741554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TCuq92yKgHI/AAAAAAAABhQ/33pqhijSS88/s400/DSC07152.JPG" /></a><br /><strong>vous savez .........</strong></div><div><strong>tous ces petits riens qui fabriquent un jour..<br />un jour parfaitement unique,</strong></div><div><strong>jusqu'à ce prochain jour qui prendra le relai,</strong></div><strong></strong></div><div><strong>toutes les choses dérisoires</strong></div><div><strong>d'importance capitale</strong></div><div><strong>au bonheur...</strong></div><div><strong>voir, saisir, une lumière</strong></div><div><strong>une larme sur la feuille</strong></div><div><strong>la trace du temps sur une porte...</strong></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-1140815738457872993?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-22046284322699912122010-06-11T23:29:00.005-07:002010-06-11T23:39:04.332-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TBMqyPhxMCI/AAAAAAAABhI/xL7Oh_4GxYg/s1600/rose+rouge.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481772214090018850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TBMqyPhxMCI/AAAAAAAABhI/xL7Oh_4GxYg/s400/rose+rouge.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TBMqbFu5n5I/AAAAAAAABhA/4-l1V4Bv8zY/s1600/rose+ruine+retouch%C3%A9e.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481771816323751826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TBMqbFu5n5I/AAAAAAAABhA/4-l1V4Bv8zY/s400/rose+ruine+retouch%C3%A9e.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TBMqIdgW20I/AAAAAAAABg4/hOfwET86deE/s1600/fleur+retouch%C3%A9e.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481771496287689538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TBMqIdgW20I/AAAAAAAABg4/hOfwET86deE/s400/fleur+retouch%C3%A9e.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TBMpvgyQb0I/AAAAAAAABgw/o0XNh3IeaRw/s1600/DSC07129.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 560px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481771067671342914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TBMpvgyQb0I/AAAAAAAABgw/o0XNh3IeaRw/s400/DSC07129.JPG" /></a><br /><br />voyez comme la vie continue, refleurit,</div><div>elle naît de partout,</div><div>elle écrase les pierres,</div><div>elle force les ruines,</div><div>elle éclate de rire à la face du monde,</div><div>nous regarde passer, émousse les épines,</div><div>nous caresse le coeur,</div><div>.... quelques pétales tombent...</div><div>nous sommes déjà loin....<br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-2204628432269991212?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-5991001683698184472010-06-04T09:25:00.004-07:002010-06-04T09:52:33.948-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TAkssDZbFZI/AAAAAAAABgQ/X4pGOJALrNI/s1600/DSC07074.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478959557010724242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TAkssDZbFZI/AAAAAAAABgQ/X4pGOJALrNI/s400/DSC07074.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TAkrJ_jSCPI/AAAAAAAABgI/0FGdRFMncqU/s1600/DSC06795.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478957872351152370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TAkrJ_jSCPI/AAAAAAAABgI/0FGdRFMncqU/s400/DSC06795.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>un inconnu, passant,</div><br /><br /><div>et s'en remettre à lui ; un être jamais vu, jamais parlé aussi,</div><br /><br /><div>et lui dire le tout sans avoir peur de tout,</div><br /><br /><div>une confiance entière, car il est inconnu....</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-599100168369818447?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-62812416169956084182010-06-02T00:04:00.005-07:002010-06-02T01:53:19.445-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TAYOb4P_MoI/AAAAAAAABgA/BEaMIhMGKGE/s1600/DSC06800.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478081868861485698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TAYOb4P_MoI/AAAAAAAABgA/BEaMIhMGKGE/s400/DSC06800.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TAYLsCt8pDI/AAAAAAAABf4/7QWdUTJrbRE/s1600/DSC06794.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 372px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478078848014525490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TAYLsCt8pDI/AAAAAAAABf4/7QWdUTJrbRE/s400/DSC06794.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><strong><em>Ne pas s'arrêter en si bon chemin</em></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><em>puisque mon chemin est bon,</em></strong></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><strong><em>ne pas entretenir une douleur fausse et illusoire</em></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><em>un souffle de mauvais vent souffle sur des âmes fragiles,</em></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><em>leur fait changer de direction...</em></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><em>comme il le fait des girouettes....</em></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><em></em></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><em></em></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-6281241616995608418?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-80661540070602794032010-05-28T22:41:00.003-07:002010-05-28T22:52:31.391-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TACqxa_rMTI/AAAAAAAABfw/HSXCBUldyQY/s1600/DSC07080.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476564912919228722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TACqxa_rMTI/AAAAAAAABfw/HSXCBUldyQY/s400/DSC07080.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TACp_lu44NI/AAAAAAAABfo/FThAFZ3JG5s/s1600/100_0610.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 446px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 188px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476564056808153298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TACp_lu44NI/AAAAAAAABfo/FThAFZ3JG5s/s400/100_0610.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TACphjohVNI/AAAAAAAABfg/EY3ZHR2AHE0/s1600/DSC07089.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476563540848497874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TACphjohVNI/AAAAAAAABfg/EY3ZHR2AHE0/s400/DSC07089.JPG" /></a><br />mon temps de sommeil s'amenuise, se réduit, est rongé.</div><div>ma vie se rallonge d'autant,</div><div>grâce à ce manquement de somme,</div><div> </div><div>ne parler qu'à mon ombre, quand le soleil décline,</div><div>regarder alentour, la vie et ses humeurs,</div><div>décider de la route à suivre pour mon bien avant tout.</div><div>calme est ce temps nouveau, face auquel je souris... ce matin... </div><div><br /><br /> </div><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-8066154007060279403?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-86396015510358793312010-05-28T22:33:00.006-07:002010-05-28T22:41:26.003-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TACog206B1I/AAAAAAAABfY/6ZoXra9jc30/s1600/DSC07072.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476562429309224786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TACog206B1I/AAAAAAAABfY/6ZoXra9jc30/s400/DSC07072.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TACoJo0bHKI/AAAAAAAABfQ/eGN0aOurAhk/s1600/DSC07071.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476562030412111010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TACoJo0bHKI/AAAAAAAABfQ/eGN0aOurAhk/s400/DSC07071.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TACn1OkPV9I/AAAAAAAABfI/hOkiab4GAFA/s1600/DSC07086.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476561679767525330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TACn1OkPV9I/AAAAAAAABfI/hOkiab4GAFA/s400/DSC07086.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TACndxgfUYI/AAAAAAAABfA/MH5BDy6q3Og/s1600/100_0589.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476561276830175618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/TACndxgfUYI/AAAAAAAABfA/MH5BDy6q3Og/s400/100_0589.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br />"la mémoire est curieuse</div><div>elle retient des choses qui ne valent pas trois sous !" (Ph. Claudel)</div><div> </div><div>je me demande bien où va passer le reste de souvenirs,</div><div>une page tournée,</div><div>un chapitre de fin,</div><div>un tome..</div><div>pas de suite à venir..</div><div>quelques maux tout au plus !</div><div><br /> </div><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-8639601551035879331?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-23927698614541332922010-05-03T02:44:00.005-07:002010-05-04T23:23:38.960-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S96nzAr61RI/AAAAAAAABe4/EBvCvmAxWhc/s1600/DSC07023.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466991492473738514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S96nzAr61RI/AAAAAAAABe4/EBvCvmAxWhc/s400/DSC07023.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S96hlRTJY6I/AAAAAAAABew/oh-VfNgjcvs/s1600/DSC03657.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466984659345302434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S96hlRTJY6I/AAAAAAAABew/oh-VfNgjcvs/s400/DSC03657.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S96c9K3NpgI/AAAAAAAABeo/LY9u1cRgOMY/s1600/DSC03931.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466979572376249858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S96c9K3NpgI/AAAAAAAABeo/LY9u1cRgOMY/s400/DSC03931.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>la lecture des autres, entraine l'écriture sur soi</div><br /><br /><br /><div>une chaine magique, une grâce infinie que ces moments surprises ;</div><br /><br /><br /><div>causes et effets,</div><br /><br /><br /><div>ouverture de portes inconnues encore</div><br /><br /><br /><div>clefs offertes en cadeau, adaptées aux serrures..</div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-2392769861454133292?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-30065244025190845402010-04-16T09:36:00.003-07:002010-04-16T09:44:17.552-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S8iTaw7UluI/AAAAAAAABeI/QevXt57rfTs/s1600/DSC06737.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460776636206323426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S8iTaw7UluI/AAAAAAAABeI/QevXt57rfTs/s400/DSC06737.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S8iTE-W694I/AAAAAAAABeA/ecYKYc4RY0Y/s1600/DSC06773.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460776261854623618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S8iTE-W694I/AAAAAAAABeA/ecYKYc4RY0Y/s400/DSC06773.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S8iSjvXxElI/AAAAAAAABd4/9vGBuqNcUBk/s1600/DSC06772.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 507px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460775690895954514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S8iSjvXxElI/AAAAAAAABd4/9vGBuqNcUBk/s400/DSC06772.JPG" /></a><br /><br />nature "congéniale" mars.. avril.... l'après midi, après tout...</div><div>solitaire, mais légère, nulle chappe en béton sur les épaules, </div><div>rien de pesant,</div><div>rien que....</div><div>le soleil printannier qui force les nuages...<br /></div><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-3006524402519084540?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-3478974499375100152010-04-16T09:12:00.006-07:002010-04-17T03:39:18.940-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S8iQC7AU_7I/AAAAAAAABdw/QiM7cY27cFI/s1600/DSC06831.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 514px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460772928059932594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S8iQC7AU_7I/AAAAAAAABdw/QiM7cY27cFI/s400/DSC06831.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S8iPHYBZ6nI/AAAAAAAABdo/-cGa857EA70/s1600/DSC06841.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 455px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460771905056926322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S8iPHYBZ6nI/AAAAAAAABdo/-cGa857EA70/s400/DSC06841.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S8iNKIOoT3I/AAAAAAAABdg/SzOUYFNfLtw/s1600/DSC06829.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 401px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 325px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460769753333780338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S8iNKIOoT3I/AAAAAAAABdg/SzOUYFNfLtw/s400/DSC06829.JPG" /></a><br />d'autres jours, nouveaux jours, nouveau temps, le temps d'après,</div><div>chaque année différente, </div><div>je ne suis devenue ni pire, ni meilleure,</div><div>je suis de celles là qui regardent encore et toujours l'horizon et la mer,</div><div>la Camargue demeure en l'état, et mon coeur vibre là.</div><div>et mon regard surprend les failles de la roche,</div><div>violence, rebellion s'endorment s'anéantissent dans un autre regard,</div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-347897449937510015?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-24543755304141377202010-04-07T02:58:00.003-07:002010-04-07T03:08:34.140-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S7xYSGBavVI/AAAAAAAABdY/gCU9lhlMA0o/s1600/lac+gris%C3%A9.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457333916343647570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S7xYSGBavVI/AAAAAAAABdY/gCU9lhlMA0o/s400/lac+gris%C3%A9.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S7xYANcB2rI/AAAAAAAABdQ/npspPbbISdw/s1600/nuit+sur+le+pont.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457333609096665778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S7xYANcB2rI/AAAAAAAABdQ/npspPbbISdw/s400/nuit+sur+le+pont.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S7xXh9QRWmI/AAAAAAAABdI/baup2G0ftC0/s1600/PROUST-QUESTIONNAIRE-767604.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 382px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457333089356307042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S7xXh9QRWmI/AAAAAAAABdI/baup2G0ftC0/s400/PROUST-QUESTIONNAIRE-767604.jpg" /></a><br />longtemps, je me suis levée de bonne heure !</div><div><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-2454375530414137720?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-606363490900260342010-04-06T23:30:00.004-07:002010-04-07T00:02:56.215-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S7wsPmWclYI/AAAAAAAABdA/ykP4mAW1RZA/s1600/DSC06490.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 480px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457285494970553730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S7wsPmWclYI/AAAAAAAABdA/ykP4mAW1RZA/s400/DSC06490.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S7wqeLnKqnI/AAAAAAAABc4/sYuLXXMilI0/s1600/DSC06321.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 477px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457283546467707506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S7wqeLnKqnI/AAAAAAAABc4/sYuLXXMilI0/s400/DSC06321.JPG" /></a><br />si l'on pouvait verser dans un creuset, toutes les imperfections de l'être, ses peurs, qui le rendent vil, toutes les blessures qui l'engluent dans l'erreur, la fausseté, les mauvais choix,</div><div>si l'on mettait à refondre le tout, sur la flamme du vrai...</div><div> </div><div><br /> </div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-60636349090026034?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-8903157603731989682010-03-29T01:57:00.002-07:002010-03-29T02:06:44.181-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S7BsSbRHD6I/AAAAAAAABcw/e1zzWSyb78A/s1600/DSC03741.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 469px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453978212558639010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S7BsSbRHD6I/AAAAAAAABcw/e1zzWSyb78A/s400/DSC03741.JPG" /></a><br /><div>je me défie de tout ce dont on se vante...</div><div>c'est la certitude de ce que l'on n'est pas ;</div><div>malgré tout, je tombe encore... parfois.... dans la profondeur abyssale d'un lac...</div><div>l'erreur de jugement...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-890315760373198968?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-34066721044838589772010-03-27T00:29:00.004-07:002010-03-27T00:42:18.131-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S621zL3h73I/AAAAAAAABco/Rd8v0PvY5qc/s1600/DSC06778.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453214614779195250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S621zL3h73I/AAAAAAAABco/Rd8v0PvY5qc/s400/DSC06778.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S620pY8t1gI/AAAAAAAABcg/zVgCJK-lLzk/s1600/DSC06777.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453213346980288002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S620pY8t1gI/AAAAAAAABcg/zVgCJK-lLzk/s400/DSC06777.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S620OFY6UlI/AAAAAAAABcY/Y98YlHyrbw8/s1600/DSC06779.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 467px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453212877873369682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S620OFY6UlI/AAAAAAAABcY/Y98YlHyrbw8/s400/DSC06779.JPG" /></a><br />j'y vois comme un symbole,</div><div>un signe épatant !</div><div>un signal de départ !</div><div>clair, net. neuf..<br /><br /></div><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-3406672104483858977?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-87675385642688025002010-03-25T11:34:00.004-07:002010-03-25T12:03:48.414-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S6uu2S9B92I/AAAAAAAABcQ/40ERuRD5EOM/s1600/DSC03796.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452644021686105954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S6uu2S9B92I/AAAAAAAABcQ/40ERuRD5EOM/s400/DSC03796.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S6uuEDw526I/AAAAAAAABcI/8p_ZS1l_nrA/s1600/DSC03390.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452643158615251874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S6uuEDw526I/AAAAAAAABcI/8p_ZS1l_nrA/s400/DSC03390.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S6utmR0aUyI/AAAAAAAABcA/xo9SOR1XAjk/s1600/DSC05446.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 464px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452642646991983394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S6utmR0aUyI/AAAAAAAABcA/xo9SOR1XAjk/s400/DSC05446.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S6utHuCvaGI/AAAAAAAABb4/6LqoRrDT4B4/s1600/DSC03798.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 461px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452642121992333410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S6utHuCvaGI/AAAAAAAABb4/6LqoRrDT4B4/s400/DSC03798.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Il s'agit de poursuivre,</div><div>et pour suivre il faut se re donner à la vie, à ce temps.</div><div>le ici, maintenant des après catastrophes... prévisibles, ou pas.<br />les paysages changent,</div><div>les saisons contribuent aux nouvelles lumières</div><div>le hasard contribue à de nouveaux sourires</div><div>et la vie nous chavire, nous roule dans des lits..</div><div>de rivières nouvelles...<br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-8767538564268802500?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-42069275061905073442010-03-25T11:25:00.005-07:002010-03-25T11:33:59.842-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S6ur_w10j-I/AAAAAAAABbw/PqJlMsysKbA/s1600/DSC04139.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452640885792870370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S6ur_w10j-I/AAAAAAAABbw/PqJlMsysKbA/s400/DSC04139.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S6urj3XmzrI/AAAAAAAABbo/UvCllE4p4kM/s1600/DSC02164.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452640406508850866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S6urj3XmzrI/AAAAAAAABbo/UvCllE4p4kM/s400/DSC02164.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S6uq9AKX3_I/AAAAAAAABbg/-qAJtZmNrLo/s1600/DSC02221.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452639738854367218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S6uq9AKX3_I/AAAAAAAABbg/-qAJtZmNrLo/s400/DSC02221.JPG" /></a><br />Le corrosif du bonheur c'est l'ennui......... dit Monsieur Amiel dans son journal de l'année 1866.</div><div>même questionnement ...</div><div> </div><div>"combien de temps faut-il, pour qu'un homme et une femme se lassent l'un de l'autre ?"</div><div> </div><div>mais surtout.... comment éviter cette question..</div><div> </div><div><br /><br /> </div><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-4206927506190507344?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-66733807050055141012010-03-23T03:32:00.005-07:002010-03-23T04:17:22.575-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S6iiqE59DMI/AAAAAAAABbY/VeOlPpq1UQc/s1600-h/DSC06758.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451786192687008962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S6iiqE59DMI/AAAAAAAABbY/VeOlPpq1UQc/s400/DSC06758.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S6ief9UoRhI/AAAAAAAABbQ/_hT5Enl7bNA/s1600-h/DSC06761.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451781620806206994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S6ief9UoRhI/AAAAAAAABbQ/_hT5Enl7bNA/s400/DSC06761.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S6ibonRGx8I/AAAAAAAABbI/1y8l1fSw1jY/s1600-h/DSC06725.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451778470969788354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S6ibonRGx8I/AAAAAAAABbI/1y8l1fSw1jY/s400/DSC06725.JPG" /></a><br />et bien voilà !!! j'y suis, j'y reste !!!</div><div> </div><div>tout est à suivre..... je n'y manquerai pas,</div><div>à bientôt, nouvelles photos,</div><div>nouvelle vie, </div><div>nouvel............... ?</div><div>continuer.... sans doute, sans douter,</div><div><br /><br /> </div><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-6673380705005514101?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-47142350227982856362010-02-10T06:29:00.003-08:002010-02-10T06:49:47.819-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S3LGu4j2YFI/AAAAAAAABbA/SuR8z3vFL3A/s1600-h/DSC06320.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436626208948641874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S3LGu4j2YFI/AAAAAAAABbA/SuR8z3vFL3A/s400/DSC06320.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S3LDUL_O2HI/AAAAAAAABaw/XY1i9CEh9gQ/s1600-h/DSC06291.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436622451772414066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S3LDUL_O2HI/AAAAAAAABaw/XY1i9CEh9gQ/s400/DSC06291.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436623045349356642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S3LD2vPANGI/AAAAAAAABa4/KuWU2OSb3Jw/s400/DSC06293.JPG" border="0" /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>une histoire... d'amour ?</div><div>la somme de toutes les histoires d'amour,</div><div>un zeste de destin,</div><div>un soupçon de reconnaissance,</div><div> </div><div>une recette parfois un peu salée,</div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-4714235022798285636?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-73283215791495889602010-01-20T04:14:00.003-08:002010-01-20T04:24:15.966-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S1b1XwdRQcI/AAAAAAAABao/5HS6zR2nqCI/s1600-h/DSC06566.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428796189335175618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S1b1XwdRQcI/AAAAAAAABao/5HS6zR2nqCI/s400/DSC06566.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S1b0gRHs9OI/AAAAAAAABag/8vfat7jt8LI/s1600-h/DSC06558.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428795236030412002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S1b0gRHs9OI/AAAAAAAABag/8vfat7jt8LI/s400/DSC06558.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S1b0AfWuQpI/AAAAAAAABaY/RIblS8DAk7E/s1600-h/DSC06564.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428794690095694482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S1b0AfWuQpI/AAAAAAAABaY/RIblS8DAk7E/s400/DSC06564.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Il a neigé</div><div>apesanteur, le silence bourdonne aux oreilles.</div><div>il n'y a pas de vent, pas de bruits, pas de guerre.</div><div>il y a la beauté calme et sereine, de l'ici et maintenant.</div><div>se sentir dans la vie</div><div>toujours renouvelée.</div><div>sans attendre autre chose que.... tout à l'heure....</div><div> </div><div><br /> </div><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-7328321579149588960?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-45305679208782732362010-01-20T04:03:00.003-08:002010-01-20T04:13:50.755-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S1by4eWeyfI/AAAAAAAABaQ/d0pSrrxClt8/s1600-h/DSC06375.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428793452875663858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S1by4eWeyfI/AAAAAAAABaQ/d0pSrrxClt8/s400/DSC06375.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S1byEpSqN7I/AAAAAAAABaI/YkgaFZuLAJk/s1600-h/DSC06490.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428792562459228082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S1byEpSqN7I/AAAAAAAABaI/YkgaFZuLAJk/s400/DSC06490.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S1bxm5Nk5MI/AAAAAAAABaA/YtUqzgQSMEc/s1600-h/DSC06496.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428792051336799426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/S1bxm5Nk5MI/AAAAAAAABaA/YtUqzgQSMEc/s400/DSC06496.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><strong>l'amour est le grand désespoir de la vie,</strong></div><div><strong>des espoirs....</strong></div><div><strong>une demande égoïste</strong></div><div><strong>une attente vaine</strong></div><div><strong>une volonté de plaire,</strong></div><div><strong>une légèreté passagère</strong></div><div><strong>une enfance atrophiée,</strong></div><div><strong>portée dans le silence..</strong></div><div><strong>égratigne,</strong></div><div><strong>soudain !</strong></div><div><strong></strong> </div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-4530567920878273236?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-7143236125785915182009-12-30T08:59:00.006-08:002010-01-15T00:45:13.925-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SzuKgeulSZI/AAAAAAAABZ4/MoLVd4nTHGk/s1600-h/DSC06426.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421078867079416210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SzuKgeulSZI/AAAAAAAABZ4/MoLVd4nTHGk/s400/DSC06426.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SzuIhjeWboI/AAAAAAAABZw/gkqm4wufF_s/s1600-h/DSC06420.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421076686510124674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SzuIhjeWboI/AAAAAAAABZw/gkqm4wufF_s/s400/DSC06420.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SzuH2QwRgjI/AAAAAAAABZo/xoUKui2ig5k/s1600-h/DSC06418.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421075942750650930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SzuH2QwRgjI/AAAAAAAABZo/xoUKui2ig5k/s400/DSC06418.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SzuHUbHh7CI/AAAAAAAABZg/yS9lpDuptHA/s1600-h/DSC06417.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421075361416997922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SzuHUbHh7CI/AAAAAAAABZg/yS9lpDuptHA/s400/DSC06417.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">je n'ai plus où aller,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">plus de toît, </span></strong></div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">ou </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">un peu moi, comme seul abri,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">comme le deuil soudain à la perte d'un être</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">j'ignorais que l'on pût être en deuil de chez soi...<br /></span></strong></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-714323612578591518?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-28305070163282024592009-12-19T09:04:00.004-08:002009-12-19T09:24:36.302-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/Sy0MPW1yWaI/AAAAAAAABZQ/Th2uqFzhXw8/s1600-h/DSC03554.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416999384765323682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/Sy0MPW1yWaI/AAAAAAAABZQ/Th2uqFzhXw8/s400/DSC03554.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/Sy0Lc-H42iI/AAAAAAAABZI/ioamf9CSgxI/s1600-h/DSC03548.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416998519136901666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/Sy0Lc-H42iI/AAAAAAAABZI/ioamf9CSgxI/s400/DSC03548.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/Sy0J9p-g09I/AAAAAAAABZA/TkR312Ef1h0/s1600-h/P1030200.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416996881641296850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/Sy0J9p-g09I/AAAAAAAABZA/TkR312Ef1h0/s400/P1030200.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>je lis dans le journal intime de "Amiel"</div><br /><br /><br /><div>"fais ce que dois, advienne que pourra"</div><br /><br /><br /><div>quelle serait l'utilité de la bataille ? </div><br /><br /><br /><div>Les armes de la pensée blessent ; les tenir au repos, dans leur étui, dans leur fourreau, dans le silence.</div><br /><br /><br /><div>quel serait l'avantage d'un duel ?</div><br /><br /><br /><div>vivre en repos tout l'âge qu'il nous reste,</div><br /><br /><br /><div>car,</div><br /><br /><br /><div>tout arrive :</div><br /><br /><br /><div>un rouage divin</div><br /><br /><br /><div>un engrenage parfait dans notre temps imparti.</div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-2830507016328202459?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-39864551312642924182009-12-10T03:40:00.006-08:002009-12-12T01:47:49.905-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SyDhl-S8Q9I/AAAAAAAABY4/X6IofmptUJw/s1600-h/DSC06443.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413574794593190866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SyDhl-S8Q9I/AAAAAAAABY4/X6IofmptUJw/s400/DSC06443.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SyDf4PfNbbI/AAAAAAAABYw/2V4tIqS7ztM/s1600-h/DSC06329.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413572909422439858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 465px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SyDf4PfNbbI/AAAAAAAABYw/2V4tIqS7ztM/s400/DSC06329.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SyDfOn4pNPI/AAAAAAAABYo/zVqoreYVR3w/s1600-h/DSC06333.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413572194417063154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 365px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 418px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SyDfOn4pNPI/AAAAAAAABYo/zVqoreYVR3w/s400/DSC06333.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>puisque nous sommes subordonnés et régis par notre caractère et que celui ci est immuable... à quoi bon discuter ? </div><br /><br /><br /><div>de toute manière, de la discussion nait la discorde.................souvent !</div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-3986455131264292418?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-49802154250298248812009-12-08T07:26:00.003-08:002009-12-08T07:39:03.736-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/Sx5yfmtkFGI/AAAAAAAABYg/Ea4Dv4NKy88/s1600-h/DSC02750.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412889689439081570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/Sx5yfmtkFGI/AAAAAAAABYg/Ea4Dv4NKy88/s400/DSC02750.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/Sx5xpGxcx_I/AAAAAAAABYQ/MHgKbyLR_bw/s1600-h/Photo+229.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412888753152509938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 373px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/Sx5xpGxcx_I/AAAAAAAABYQ/MHgKbyLR_bw/s400/Photo+229.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/Sx5yCAIUMgI/AAAAAAAABYY/pNvN-C_Au4g/s1600-h/DSC01246.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412889180866097666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/Sx5yCAIUMgI/AAAAAAAABYY/pNvN-C_Au4g/s400/DSC01246.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>le confort, illusoire confort du couple ...</div><div>notre regard porté sur la douleur d'un autre, et sa déchirure.</div><div>se dire en constatant certaines mésalliances,</div><div>"ah ! comme nous avons eu de la chance, nous...</div><div>et remercier ainsi, le ciel ou autre destinée...<br /></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-4980215425029824881?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-79039370139161249592009-11-27T11:28:00.004-08:002009-11-27T11:40:01.808-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SxAqC3oHonI/AAAAAAAABYI/08i5_pO34ks/s1600/DSC06245.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408869381252293234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SxAqC3oHonI/AAAAAAAABYI/08i5_pO34ks/s400/DSC06245.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SxApjYJGbJI/AAAAAAAABYA/CHNZ8ST8BdI/s1600/DSC06240.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408868840224746642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SxApjYJGbJI/AAAAAAAABYA/CHNZ8ST8BdI/s400/DSC06240.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SxApDjxavrI/AAAAAAAABX4/oQMXUfi1GRI/s1600/DSC06238.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408868293590826674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 493px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SxApDjxavrI/AAAAAAAABX4/oQMXUfi1GRI/s400/DSC06238.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />parfois, je dis...</div><div>parfois, la solitude doucement s'installe...furtive..</div><div>une évidence refusée. à bas bruit, elle est là. évidence refusée.</div><div> </div><div>pour les autres elle est, la solitude !</div><div>je la regarde faire, je la suis des yeux ; les nuages l'emportent.</div><div>les palmiers se déhanchent sous le vent de la mer ce matin ;</div><div>la vie s'arrête là. Pour aujourd'hui, ça ira</div><div>ça ira,</div><div>tout va bien encore... ici...<br /><br /></div><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-7903937013916124959?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-27243422523880197122009-11-13T09:39:00.004-08:002009-11-13T09:52:30.617-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/Sv2cVex5NqI/AAAAAAAABXw/BGkd1JDChRw/s1600-h/DSC06346.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403647020767983266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/Sv2cVex5NqI/AAAAAAAABXw/BGkd1JDChRw/s400/DSC06346.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/Sv2bttlUWDI/AAAAAAAABXo/obfOtXspcTs/s1600-h/DSC06364.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403646337546999858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/Sv2bttlUWDI/AAAAAAAABXo/obfOtXspcTs/s400/DSC06364.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/Sv2a85oOfHI/AAAAAAAABXg/hqldSYPg5eE/s1600-h/DSC06356.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403645498966834290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 439px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/Sv2a85oOfHI/AAAAAAAABXg/hqldSYPg5eE/s400/DSC06356.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/Sv2aWXiF7zI/AAAAAAAABXY/c6aCw_o1KQw/s1600-h/DSC06350.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403644836979273522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 463px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/Sv2aWXiF7zI/AAAAAAAABXY/c6aCw_o1KQw/s400/DSC06350.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><strong>seule la stimulation maintient l'âme et l'envie en éveil, à la surface d'un lac qu'est la vie, tranquille..cette vie... cette éternité...</strong></div><div><strong>si nous ne prenons pas garde, s'installe la transparence..</strong></div><strong></strong></div><div> </div><div><strong>s'effacer au monde peu à peu... dit Sylvie Germain,</strong></div><div><strong>être "hors champ"</strong></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-2724342252388019712?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-43477679073615037182009-10-19T04:51:00.006-07:002009-10-19T05:22:38.297-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/StxXztwtmiI/AAAAAAAABXQ/X59XPLOGh_8/s1600-h/DSC06260.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394282999651867170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/StxXztwtmiI/AAAAAAAABXQ/X59XPLOGh_8/s400/DSC06260.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/StxVZC0hOzI/AAAAAAAABXI/n0s0NPn0pr8/s1600-h/DSC06272.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394280342425254706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/StxVZC0hOzI/AAAAAAAABXI/n0s0NPn0pr8/s400/DSC06272.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/StxUK_-HmyI/AAAAAAAABXA/m9rVNP1tUqo/s1600-h/DSC06263.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394279001630415650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/StxUK_-HmyI/AAAAAAAABXA/m9rVNP1tUqo/s400/DSC06263.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/StxTcr0RkSI/AAAAAAAABW4/JpFrhD0ql_E/s1600-h/DSC06262.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394278205946433826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/StxTcr0RkSI/AAAAAAAABW4/JpFrhD0ql_E/s400/DSC06262.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>une succession de secondes nous maintient dans le côté ensoleillé de la vie. Dans l'appréhension des saisons, dans les heures chaudes de l'automne doré en Cévennes...</div><div> </div><div>Une seconde en moins, une seconde seulement, peut nous propulser dans un "au delà" instantanément.</div><div>Nous sommes suspendues aux graines des secondes, retenues par elles, oublieuses d'elles...</div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-4347767907361503718?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-65717800677970436052009-10-10T01:03:00.005-07:002009-10-10T01:54:36.893-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/StBIuapy7ZI/AAAAAAAABWw/M4ibov5bl2c/s1600-h/le+drap.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390888716228291986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/StBIuapy7ZI/AAAAAAAABWw/M4ibov5bl2c/s400/le+drap.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/StBHneXzXoI/AAAAAAAABWo/_CP7Sa-eF3g/s1600-h/DSC05809.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390887497455853186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 506px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/StBHneXzXoI/AAAAAAAABWo/_CP7Sa-eF3g/s400/DSC05809.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/StBF6Y88s9I/AAAAAAAABWg/A6zi53jcOFg/s1600-h/DSC05823.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390885623395300306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 459px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/StBF6Y88s9I/AAAAAAAABWg/A6zi53jcOFg/s400/DSC05823.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>certaines personnes font partie de notre "mythologie" personnelle, secrète.</div><br /><br /><br /><div>sans l'ombre d'une explication rationnelle ; elles sont, c'est tout !</div><br /><br /><br /><div>aussi proches,</div><br /><br /><br /><div>aussi lointaines,</div><br /><br /><br /><div>aussi différentes... elles sont, c'est tout !</div><br /><br /><br /><div>elles demeurent contre le temps,</div><br /><br /><br /><div>gonflées de l'affection, de la tendresse, cimentées dans le socle de ma mémoire et le besoin que j'en aie...</div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-6571780067797043605?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-80776534310201126422009-09-30T07:44:00.007-07:002009-09-30T08:04:05.604-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SsNzJZQqmgI/AAAAAAAABWY/aY3ra8J67Ms/s1600-h/DSC06252.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387276184502049282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SsNzJZQqmgI/AAAAAAAABWY/aY3ra8J67Ms/s400/DSC06252.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SsNxln4_WFI/AAAAAAAABWQ/SBq4EYHxmD4/s1600-h/DSC05810.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387274470442358866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SsNxln4_WFI/AAAAAAAABWQ/SBq4EYHxmD4/s400/DSC05810.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SsNwrg7BK4I/AAAAAAAABWI/_WUgRBXtCGE/s1600-h/DSC05801.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387273472139406210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 531px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SsNwrg7BK4I/AAAAAAAABWI/_WUgRBXtCGE/s400/DSC05801.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SsNv6syz2zI/AAAAAAAABWA/qIFVkiT2LTQ/s1600-h/DSC05786.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387272633512614706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 502px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SsNv6syz2zI/AAAAAAAABWA/qIFVkiT2LTQ/s400/DSC05786.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SsNvGEcMa8I/AAAAAAAABV4/zUrArk7ScjE/s1600-h/chaises+longues.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387271729327139778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 468px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SsNvGEcMa8I/AAAAAAAABV4/zUrArk7ScjE/s400/chaises+longues.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />la sensation bien connue, fugace, du mal de mer...<br />tanguer, mourir à la vie, sourire à la vie</div><br /><div>et d'une rive à l'autre de ce fleuve profond,</div><br /><div>tanguer..selon...</div><br /><div>les matins nous chavirent, nous noient sous des vagues pleines et lourdes chargées de leur écume que j'appelle bonheur,</div><br /><div>selon....</div><br /><div>dans la barque du temps, tanguer,</div><br /><div>écoper aussi.... selon...<br /><br /></div><br /><div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-8077653431020112642?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-13369736122379011682009-09-22T00:40:00.008-07:002009-09-23T03:19:38.786-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SriFoquqkMI/AAAAAAAABVw/j0HZqeZUVQc/s1600-h/DSC06245.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384200288232706242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 475px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SriFoquqkMI/AAAAAAAABVw/j0HZqeZUVQc/s400/DSC06245.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SriFC64tNyI/AAAAAAAABVo/8i5ELmxoxsw/s1600-h/DSC06240.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384199639734761250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SriFC64tNyI/AAAAAAAABVo/8i5ELmxoxsw/s400/DSC06240.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SriCs3MM3GI/AAAAAAAABVg/X6q7aZ3uee8/s1600-h/porte+bois+clous.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384197061762407522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SriCs3MM3GI/AAAAAAAABVg/X6q7aZ3uee8/s400/porte+bois+clous.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SriBeTPx5HI/AAAAAAAABVY/sayzQpS-UYs/s1600-h/DSC03644.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384195712083944562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 495px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SriBeTPx5HI/AAAAAAAABVY/sayzQpS-UYs/s400/DSC03644.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SriA7_xooNI/AAAAAAAABVQ/JyfPcRhRrnE/s1600-h/DSC03643.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384195122741682386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 538px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SriA7_xooNI/AAAAAAAABVQ/JyfPcRhRrnE/s400/DSC03643.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />la lâcheté n'est pas là où on la croit..<br />les points de vues diffèrent, soit !</div><div>non sans peine, je me dirige alors vers le chemin que choisit Bartleby disant</div><div>"je ne préfère pas"..</div><div>le chemin me convient, il n'empêche en rien les nuées de souvenirs..</div><div>comme l'étranger de Beaudelaire........... "les nuages qui passent, là-bas, là-bas...</div><div>les merveilleux nuages"<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-1336973612237901168?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-70857839323064529782009-09-21T08:33:00.004-07:002009-09-21T08:47:51.747-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/Sref_Ojw-vI/AAAAAAAABVI/HNMT23oRydw/s1600-h/DSC06077.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383947788133399282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/Sref_Ojw-vI/AAAAAAAABVI/HNMT23oRydw/s400/DSC06077.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SrefVtKvIII/AAAAAAAABVA/5sxAy8fkKa8/s1600-h/DSC06065.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383947074795413634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SrefVtKvIII/AAAAAAAABVA/5sxAy8fkKa8/s400/DSC06065.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SreeUDh3yGI/AAAAAAAABU4/GBoTE3_Ihpc/s1600-h/DSC06050.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383945946926663778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SreeUDh3yGI/AAAAAAAABU4/GBoTE3_Ihpc/s400/DSC06050.JPG" border="0" /></a> l'important est de faire un pas.... et puis un autre....<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SredUNgamdI/AAAAAAAABUw/vQAt5Cl0anY/s1600-h/DSC05985.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383944850093283794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SredUNgamdI/AAAAAAAABUw/vQAt5Cl0anY/s400/DSC05985.JPG" border="0" /></a> marque catalane, trace de doigts et de sang..<br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-7085783932306452978?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-19682396526187985172009-09-18T07:46:00.009-07:002009-09-18T08:08:42.508-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SrOiLgpUCEI/AAAAAAAABUo/oTR6UWtA8XQ/s1600-h/DSC06089.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382824298263349314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SrOiLgpUCEI/AAAAAAAABUo/oTR6UWtA8XQ/s400/DSC06089.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SrOhdPU2A5I/AAAAAAAABUg/t5hAwySi25M/s1600-h/DSC06056.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382823503340110738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 512px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SrOhdPU2A5I/AAAAAAAABUg/t5hAwySi25M/s400/DSC06056.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SrOgmVui_KI/AAAAAAAABUY/f0BQAJ0rRrY/s1600-h/DSC06007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382822560165723298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SrOgmVui_KI/AAAAAAAABUY/f0BQAJ0rRrY/s400/DSC06007.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SrOfhGo86kI/AAAAAAAABUQ/IWsB6ag-zfw/s1600-h/DSC06063.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382821370704751170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 431px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SrOfhGo86kI/AAAAAAAABUQ/IWsB6ag-zfw/s400/DSC06063.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SrOejxv0G1I/AAAAAAAABUI/23j1OHtc5ts/s1600-h/DSC05994.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382820317124369234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 487px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SrOejxv0G1I/AAAAAAAABUI/23j1OHtc5ts/s400/DSC05994.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SrOd1jn0wlI/AAAAAAAABUA/c4CmXZXG0gA/s1600-h/DSC05992.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382819523058778706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SrOd1jn0wlI/AAAAAAAABUA/c4CmXZXG0gA/s400/DSC05992.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>séquence émotions !!!!!!!!!!! vertigineuse la rando !!!!!</div>le sentier conduit à des passerelles "de singe" !!!!!!!!! </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>ne pas penser, respirer, avancer, la peur récompensée !<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-1968239652618798517?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-32570016291376220872009-09-11T11:11:00.006-07:002009-09-11T11:48:41.963-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SqqZEoYH-CI/AAAAAAAABT4/-aGayz9-Q1g/s1600-h/DSC06214.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380281009684609058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SqqZEoYH-CI/AAAAAAAABT4/-aGayz9-Q1g/s400/DSC06214.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SqqXuee1XQI/AAAAAAAABTw/tIKfEDp162s/s1600-h/DSC06201.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380279529559645442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SqqXuee1XQI/AAAAAAAABTw/tIKfEDp162s/s400/DSC06201.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SqqWsEY6IvI/AAAAAAAABTo/6S8ls6UpamE/s1600-h/DSC06187.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380278388684104434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SqqWsEY6IvI/AAAAAAAABTo/6S8ls6UpamE/s400/DSC06187.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SqqWDJY9GhI/AAAAAAAABTg/wu0Yip1idqA/s1600-h/DSC06213.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380277685651839506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 415px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SqqWDJY9GhI/AAAAAAAABTg/wu0Yip1idqA/s400/DSC06213.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SqqUuu4F8dI/AAAAAAAABTY/IFdbO3uczl8/s1600-h/DSC06183.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380276235425673682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SqqUuu4F8dI/AAAAAAAABTY/IFdbO3uczl8/s400/DSC06183.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />journalisme, photos, </div><div>le "choc des images"</div><div> sans mots.... à dire devant ce noir et blanc,</div><div>les guerres se terminent ou presque...</div><div>les photos demeurent, </div><div>les guerres continuent même terminées, en coulisse</div><div>dans les camps, dans leur vie, à eux, loin, très loin de nos postes de télévision..</div><div> </div><div>Perpignan, 2009 </div><div>Anaïs et Elie, heureux quelque part dans la ville </div><div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-3257001629137622087?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-17086873008508834372009-08-20T03:47:00.006-07:002009-08-20T04:14:58.119-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/So0s7QnVI5I/AAAAAAAABTQ/ivsDOI-9K6g/s1600-h/lentille+photo+arles.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371999327106704274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/So0s7QnVI5I/AAAAAAAABTQ/ivsDOI-9K6g/s400/lentille+photo+arles.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/So0rzGzhjnI/AAAAAAAABTI/RtnCG42KAp4/s1600-h/DSC05812.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371998087522913906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/So0rzGzhjnI/AAAAAAAABTI/RtnCG42KAp4/s400/DSC05812.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/So0rE6qFd6I/AAAAAAAABTA/9WPY5wuQZa8/s1600-h/portes+jaunes+d"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371997293988116386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/So0rE6qFd6I/AAAAAAAABTA/9WPY5wuQZa8/s400/portes+jaunes+d%27atelier.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/So0qCgWRzuI/AAAAAAAABS4/6fgrJXtn8XI/s1600-h/ARLES+2009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371996153054351074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/So0qCgWRzuI/AAAAAAAABS4/6fgrJXtn8XI/s400/ARLES+2009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />40 ans de rencontres et de ruptures...</div><div>Nan Goldin et tant d'autres..........</div><div>la photo nous transporte en des lieux insoupçonnés de Lituanie, d'amérique ou du Brésil et de France...</div><div>la photo nous cloue,</div><div> </div><div>art majeur éclaté ou sombrissime !!!!!!!</div><div>art vivant ou mort, </div><div>l'éternité de l'instant dirait "zoé Valdès"</div><div> </div><div>impressions diverses à la vue d'images incertaines, laissant l'imaginaire vagabonder, se tromper, mais qu'importe</div><div>le regard accroché, la photo nous ravit l'espace d'un jour...</div><div> </div><div>à refaire absolument l'an prochain,</div><div><br /><br /> </div><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-1708687300850883437?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-46097526023453492042009-08-08T03:03:00.005-07:002009-08-08T03:17:11.291-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/Sn1P8OiK4ZI/AAAAAAAABSw/qljNnM5u1KU/s1600-h/DSC03816.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367534227007660434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/Sn1P8OiK4ZI/AAAAAAAABSw/qljNnM5u1KU/s400/DSC03816.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/Sn1PNjp4vcI/AAAAAAAABSo/-_8ca07xLT4/s1600-h/DSC03833.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367533425223318978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/Sn1PNjp4vcI/AAAAAAAABSo/-_8ca07xLT4/s400/DSC03833.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/Sn1OtCqjWvI/AAAAAAAABSg/DIgyx-KxUtc/s1600-h/feuille+jaune+revue.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367532866611927794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/Sn1OtCqjWvI/AAAAAAAABSg/DIgyx-KxUtc/s400/feuille+jaune+revue.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/Sn1N9Pk4WzI/AAAAAAAABSY/iqkhmnYcIOk/s1600-h/DSC03801.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367532045444078386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/Sn1N9Pk4WzI/AAAAAAAABSY/iqkhmnYcIOk/s400/DSC03801.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>la vie n'est qu'une affaire de solitude...... dit Françoise Sagan,</div><div> </div><div>à y regarder de plus près, effectivement.... si l'on s'arrête, si l'on se tait, si l'on écoute....</div><div>et puis.... encore re partir,</div><div>re commencer, on ne fait que ça toute sa vie...</div><div>il semblerait que rien ne nous serve de leçon !!</div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-4609752602345349204?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-50448040406533781292009-07-29T09:18:00.006-07:002009-07-29T09:30:45.291-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SnB4bqSWW7I/AAAAAAAABSQ/TgAfkEL63S4/s1600-h/DSC05306.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363919572801313714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SnB4bqSWW7I/AAAAAAAABSQ/TgAfkEL63S4/s400/DSC05306.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SnB30JvvqmI/AAAAAAAABSI/Q4i6c4Ppx7Q/s1600-h/DSC05266.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363918894051338850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SnB30JvvqmI/AAAAAAAABSI/Q4i6c4Ppx7Q/s400/DSC05266.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SnB3ZJx1FKI/AAAAAAAABSA/r4LG7Pj748Y/s1600-h/DSC05319.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363918430203614370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SnB3ZJx1FKI/AAAAAAAABSA/r4LG7Pj748Y/s400/DSC05319.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><strong>faut-il que le doigt de la mort se pose sur le tumulte de la vie pour l'empêcher de nous foudroyer ???</strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong>sommes nous ainsi fait qu'il nous faille boire la mort à petites doses quotidiennes pour garder la force de vivre ??? (v.woolf)</strong></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-5044804040653378129?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-35243423055520111592009-07-04T23:38:00.005-07:002009-07-04T23:53:59.638-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SlBMxcFPAII/AAAAAAAABR4/2LpZJBrtBvY/s1600-h/DSC05490.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354864369178968194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SlBMxcFPAII/AAAAAAAABR4/2LpZJBrtBvY/s400/DSC05490.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SlBMPBBM5FI/AAAAAAAABRw/ow_HILdum7c/s1600-h/DSC05497.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354863777798743122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 437px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SlBMPBBM5FI/AAAAAAAABRw/ow_HILdum7c/s400/DSC05497.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SlBLfrrEqKI/AAAAAAAABRo/b0VvcqNHy4g/s1600-h/DSC05491.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354862964614932642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SlBLfrrEqKI/AAAAAAAABRo/b0VvcqNHy4g/s400/DSC05491.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SlBLCipLj_I/AAAAAAAABRg/xTTRl0HOb5g/s1600-h/DSC05489.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354862463974871026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SlBLCipLj_I/AAAAAAAABRg/xTTRl0HOb5g/s400/DSC05489.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />créations nouvelles,</div><div>rejets de la mer</div><div> </div><div>vie nouvelle </div><div>occupation silencieuse</div><div>le bois,</div><div>légèreté de la matière</div><div>l'idée</div><div>et la transformation,</div><div><br /><br /> </div><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-3524342305552011159?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-14580645030318175792009-07-03T01:47:00.005-07:002009-07-03T02:35:01.481-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/Sk3IIOfcilI/AAAAAAAABRY/MvODRDFvEEA/s1600-h/DSC03493.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354155575667886674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/Sk3IIOfcilI/AAAAAAAABRY/MvODRDFvEEA/s400/DSC03493.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/Sk3G8WNFcuI/AAAAAAAABRQ/190_AjhWfO0/s1600-h/feuilles+rouges+raisins+grisé.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354154272068301538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 478px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/Sk3G8WNFcuI/AAAAAAAABRQ/190_AjhWfO0/s400/feuilles+rouges+raisins+gris%C3%A9.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/Sk3GYGbr_EI/AAAAAAAABRI/2FMKkyyLVcQ/s1600-h/rétroviseur.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354153649359289410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 491px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/Sk3GYGbr_EI/AAAAAAAABRI/2FMKkyyLVcQ/s400/r%C3%A9troviseur.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">je parle de Bartleby qui disait "je ne préfèrerais pas..."</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">parfois... le même état d'esprit ! ne pas préférer faire, mais être brutalement obligée de faire ..</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">une force d'inertie me coule sur place. </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Cloués les quatre membres sur la croix de la vie courte et éternelle à la fois.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">angoisse de la perdre,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">un peu plus chaque jour,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">ne pas bouger, si l'on peut ! regarder la fluidité du temps ;</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">désagréable impression de ne pas le combler, de ne pas s'en servir,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">d'avoir peur de le perdre...<br /></span></strong><br /></div><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-1458064503031817579?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301262430908795090.post-14422579395539798322009-06-26T07:14:00.005-07:002009-06-26T07:21:15.239-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SkTZSevli1I/AAAAAAAABRA/P3HNf7_KbXM/s1600-h/P1030236.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351641168736521042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SkTZSevli1I/AAAAAAAABRA/P3HNf7_KbXM/s400/P1030236.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SkTZHqHdKWI/AAAAAAAABQ4/whZb9VVSZPg/s1600-h/DSC04542.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351640982810863970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SkTZHqHdKWI/AAAAAAAABQ4/whZb9VVSZPg/s400/DSC04542.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SkTY3-egVxI/AAAAAAAABQw/ilIcfPuL86Y/s1600-h/DSC05184.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351640713398343442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XndZ8ccermI/SkTY3-egVxI/AAAAAAAABQw/ilIcfPuL86Y/s400/DSC05184.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>je me dis, qu'il doit être bon de faire des toitures,</div><br /><br /><br /><div>le couvreur chante depuis une semaine, tous les matins, </div><br /><br /><br /><div>rien ne bouge... mon coeur même s'arrête...</div><br /><br /><br /><div>il siffle "Domino" un air qui ne me quitte pas depuis 50 ans !</div><br /><br /><br /><div>réminiscences intenses, ma mère étend le linge au fond du jardin</div><br /><br /><br /><div>"domino" sur ses lèvres en sifflet..</div><br /><br /><br /><div>les larmes aux cils,</div><br /><br /><br /><div>je redeviens enfant..</div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301262430908795090-1442257939553979832?l=ancragetplume.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188515741690258136noreply@blogger.com4