tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-160829652012-02-01T00:40:19.473+01:00onciale... tricote ici un long ruban de mots et d'images ...oncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.comBlogger18831100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-40188010738886220782012-02-01T00:29:00.000+01:002012-02-01T00:40:19.481+01:00Thousands of candlesThousands of candles can be lighted from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreases by being shared.buddha quote
fiers poulets de Tratt
oncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-16969734711562429312012-01-31T07:04:00.009+01:002012-02-01T00:39:27.893+01:00There are three ways
There are three ways to correct our faults: we can change through behavior. We can change through understanding. We can change from the heart.buddha quoteoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-42130587622462941492012-01-30T05:59:00.001+01:002012-01-30T05:59:00.186+01:00As a single slab of rock
As a single slab of rock won’t budge in the wind, so the wise are not moved by praise, by blame.buddha quoteoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-70094131788182000272012-01-29T07:46:00.001+01:002012-01-29T07:46:00.529+01:00Words have the powerWords have the power to both destroy and heal. When words are both true and kind, they can change our world.buddha quoteoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-53103971611767394142012-01-28T07:04:00.002+01:002012-01-28T07:04:00.082+01:00All that we areAll that we are is the result of what we have thought; it is founded on our thoughts. If a man speaks or acts with pure thought, joy will follow him, like a shadow that never leaves him.buddha quote
my hut and beach
oncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-11931115370696389312012-01-27T07:33:00.002+01:002012-01-27T07:33:00.461+01:00What we think
What we think, we become.buddha quoteoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-53134292455038029802012-01-26T06:43:00.001+01:002012-01-26T06:43:00.233+01:00Holding on to angerHolding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one getting burned.
buddha quote
oncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-20038990066458672782012-01-25T06:06:00.003+01:002012-01-25T06:06:00.475+01:00Do not dwell in the past
Do not dwell in the past. Do not dream of the future. Concentrate the mind on the present moment.buddha quoteoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-234129109356846512012-01-24T07:30:00.003+01:002012-01-24T19:20:04.591+01:00Pay no attention
pan am beach - Ko Si Chang
Pay no attention to the faults of others,
things done or left undone by others.
Consider only what by oneself is done or left undone.
buddha quoteoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-50324146407313603292012-01-23T18:36:00.001+01:002012-01-24T19:23:45.306+01:00We must learn
We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake, not by mechanical aid, but by an infinite expectation of the dawn. Henry David Thoreau
and... happy new dragon year!oncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-27537949338988880832012-01-23T15:22:00.000+01:002012-01-25T15:23:33.527+01:00bonne année! et ... du rab sur les dragons chinois
Les dragons font bouillonner les quatre mers, la terre s'illumine des promesses d'une ère nouvelle : l'année du dragon… une année qui promet !
24/01/12oncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-34741320003258288672012-01-21T07:27:00.003+01:002012-01-24T18:07:52.047+01:00We are what we think
balancelle à Si Racha
We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make our world.buddha quoteoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-29684454529478845552012-01-19T06:55:00.002+01:002012-01-20T18:59:11.045+01:00Are you the messiah? One of his students asked Buddha, "Are you the messiah?"
"No", answered Buddha.
"Then are you a healer?"
"No", Buddha replied.
"Then are you a teacher?" the student persisted.
"No, I am not a teacher."
"Then what are you?" asked the student, exasperated.
"I am awake", Buddha replied.
oncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-64944236657721935452012-01-18T20:03:00.000+01:002012-01-20T19:05:02.055+01:00oncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-43538873603666564862011-12-26T09:20:00.002+01:002011-12-26T23:12:15.001+01:00oncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-5162620617708136222011-12-09T22:09:00.002+01:002011-12-09T22:12:08.033+01:00A loving heartA loving heart is the beginning of all knowledge.
Thomas Carlyle
oncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-81751898630694965002011-12-04T15:25:00.000+01:002011-12-04T15:25:51.211+01:00Un croyant incréduleUn croyant incrédule, est-ce vraiment possible ?" se demande le berger au sujet de l'évêque.oncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-48483642660370336922011-11-30T22:49:00.000+01:002011-11-30T22:49:22.654+01:00soupe pho2.5 l d'eau
3-4 gros morceaux d'os de boeuf
400 à 450g de poitrine de boeuf
1/2 cuillère à café de gingembre haché
2 oignons
1/2 kg de nouilles plats
100g de pousses de soja
1 bâton de canelle
citronelle
2-3 morceaux d'anis étoilé
PreparationLa préparation du pho se fait en deux jours minimum. On prépare la veille le bouillon et on le laisse reposer pour qu'il prenne plus de gout. Plus le oncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-3645420258945618122011-11-26T11:35:00.001+01:002011-11-26T13:27:50.039+01:00Quand tu veux prier Quand tu veux prier, va dans la chambre la plus reculée.
Jésus d’après l’évangéliste Matthieu
oncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-72681253207146600842011-11-24T12:15:00.001+01:002011-11-24T12:17:10.041+01:00I suppose it is temptingI suppose it is tempting, if the only tool you have is a hammer, to treat everything as if it were a nail.
Abraham Maslow, Psychology of science: a reconnaissance, Chicago, Henry regnery, 1966oncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-12115624087578479942011-10-27T13:21:00.000+02:002011-10-27T13:21:51.807+02:00EverythingEverything you can imagine is real.
Albert Einsteinoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-69096124884624114702011-10-10T15:50:00.000+02:002011-10-10T15:50:08.762+02:00Take what you wantoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-69561843298315934432011-10-09T03:14:00.001+02:002011-10-09T03:14:00.509+02:00But there in the mud
But there in the mud and scum of things, there always, always, something sings.
Ralph Waldo Emersononcialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-9745209784385133432011-10-07T20:09:00.004+02:002011-10-07T20:13:18.441+02:00May the force...
Une oeuvre de H57
oncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-62414627579253133172011-09-07T16:40:00.000+02:002011-09-07T16:40:55.896+02:00Who looksWho looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakens.
Carl Jungoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-58114852741747344512011-09-05T07:04:00.001+02:002011-09-05T11:52:48.998+02:00The first gulpThe first gulp from the glass of natural sciences will turn you into an atheist, but at the bottom of the glass God is waiting for you.Werner Heisenberg
oncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-29564279535978614672011-09-04T15:46:00.000+02:002011-09-04T15:46:10.730+02:00a world cup...
by, Monty Python
oncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-25110879633706539622011-08-27T18:13:00.000+02:002011-08-27T18:13:25.058+02:00All kind of Happy Birthdays
Victor Borge au Piano
oncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-79513295686188387082011-08-25T12:10:00.000+02:002011-08-25T12:10:59.023+02:00Est-ce queEst-ce que la douceur de la peau effleurée reste au bout des doigts ?
Didier Boussarie, galerie maria lundoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-25010124293405851252011-07-27T07:42:00.001+02:002011-07-27T07:42:00.277+02:00Pourquoi Victor écrit-il ?Pourquoi Victor écrit-il ? Pour oublier l’odeur de la mandragore qui émane parfois des corps sans vie de jeunes filles ? Pour combler le vide des jours de solitude et d’enfermement ? En attendant la nuit et ses promesses d’évasion vers la forêt, immense et mystérieuse, toute proche ?
Peut-être pour trouver la paix, qui tarde à venir.
Terre des affranchis de Liliana Lazar (éditions Gaïa)
"my oncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-17919762426573587322011-07-26T07:52:00.004+02:002011-07-26T07:52:00.917+02:00J'aurais aiméJ'aurais aimé vivre sur Jupiter pour que les journées soient plus longues.
Julien Attencourtoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-20452383272005592482011-07-25T11:48:00.001+02:002011-07-25T11:49:00.865+02:00On est de son enfance
On est de son enfance comme on est d'un pays.Pascal Jardinoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-89827542826598783582011-07-21T00:26:00.004+02:002011-07-21T00:26:00.424+02:00We look at a forestWe look at a forest and say:Here is a forest for ships and masts,Red pines,Free to the tops of their shaggy burden,To creak in the stormIn the furious forestless air.
Osip Mandelshtam, Whoever Finds a Horseshoe, 1923oncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-20519352483881598262011-07-20T09:29:00.001+02:002011-07-20T09:29:00.282+02:00I have lived by thisI have lived by this. It is the lingering emblem of the Heaven I once dreamed.
Emily Dickinson, Letters
oncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-52589130934336344842011-07-19T06:34:00.002+02:002011-07-19T06:34:01.991+02:00Silent friendSilent friend of many distances, feelhow your breath is still increasing space.Ranier Maria Rilke
oncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-3845108599767264012011-07-18T15:00:00.002+02:002011-07-18T15:00:11.416+02:00He seeks lifeHe seeks life where it is to be found: in all that is most delicate, in the folds of things. Hugo von Hofmannsthal, Andreas, 1932oncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-89628150882718691482011-07-17T23:37:00.000+02:002011-07-17T23:37:00.320+02:00The most beautiful experienceThe most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion that stands at the cradle of true art and true science. Whoever does not know it and can no longer wonder, no longer marvel, is as good as dead, and his eyes are dimmed. It was the experience of mystery -- even if mixed with fear -- that engendered religion. A knowledge of the existence of something we oncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-42312604441748479192011-07-16T00:16:00.005+02:002011-07-16T00:16:00.493+02:00In marriageIn marriage you are neither the husband nor the wife, you are the love between the two.
Nisargadattaoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-45280541430166512482011-07-15T06:38:00.001+02:002011-07-15T06:38:01.848+02:00Celle-ci dormaitCelle-ci dormait comme une bûche et nul croassement, fût-il diabolique, ne pouvait la réveiller.
in Roman Sanglant, de Josef Vachaloncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-89397239910522678112011-07-14T16:35:00.001+02:002011-07-14T16:35:00.488+02:00That is bestThat is best which lies nearest
Shape from that thy work of art.
Longfellow oncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-60232804154592127972011-07-13T14:54:00.000+02:002011-07-13T14:54:38.876+02:00Le ciel parlait à voix basseLe ciel parlait à voix basse à la terre ;
Comme au vieux temps, ils parlaient en hébreu,
Et répétaient un acte du mystère ;
Je n’y compris qu’un seul mot, c’était : Dieu
Thépophile Gauthier, extrait de La Comédie de la mort, 1834oncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-35338582567877346412011-07-12T11:27:00.000+02:002011-07-12T11:27:24.023+02:00Nothing in this worldNothing in this world can take the place of persistence.
Talent will not; nothing is more common than unsuccessful people with talent.
Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb.
Education will not; the world is full of educated derelicts.
Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent. The slogan "press on" has solved and always will solve the problems of the human race.
oncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-40671223511580338182011-07-11T10:29:00.000+02:002011-07-11T10:29:20.033+02:00Il fautIl faut suivre sa pente, mais en montant.
André Gideoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-79237246510040333062011-07-10T20:24:00.002+02:002011-07-10T20:26:01.875+02:00le combat des angesoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-52040954237753778082011-06-21T22:35:00.000+02:002011-06-21T22:35:54.338+02:00Born on a blue dayDaniel Tammet: Different ways of knowing Video on TED.comoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-7145125979063194412011-06-14T08:32:00.001+02:002011-06-14T08:34:16.209+02:00HappinessHappiness is a direction, not a place.
Sydney J. Harrisoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-21198779114711985802011-06-13T12:47:00.000+02:002011-06-13T12:47:49.390+02:00l'internationaletélécharger 36 versionsoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-46490073431180414682011-06-09T18:02:00.002+02:002011-06-10T16:27:25.139+02:00La difficultéLa difficulté n’est pas de trouver les hommes qui obéissent ou les hommes qui commandent, mais les hommes qui travaillent ensemble.
G.B. Shawoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-61082753438729897622011-06-04T17:33:00.001+02:002011-06-04T18:49:32.356+02:00libellule♥
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du latin libellus, diminutif de liber, petit livreoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-89679262960721251482011-05-31T02:02:00.004+02:002011-06-07T16:38:16.168+02:00recrute illuminésRecrute illuminés pour éclairer le monde
Auguste Derrière in la page essentielleoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-62512127197093189852011-05-28T16:30:00.001+02:002011-05-28T16:30:01.370+02:00Il n'est pas facile
Il n'est pas facile de trouver un chat noir dans une pièce obscure, surtout s'il n'y est pas.proverbe chinoisoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-62048618361992429302011-05-26T17:11:00.003+02:002011-05-26T18:34:39.377+02:00Nous sommes ce que nous faisons
Nous sommes ce que nous faisons de manière répétée.
L’excellence n’est donc pas un acte, mais une habitude.Aristoteoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-3051179512092957612011-05-25T11:11:00.005+02:002011-05-25T14:50:52.057+02:00Je fais dix ou douze marathons
Je fais dix ou douze marathons chaque année et je dois avouer que je ne connais pas de sensation plus forte, assis au bord de la route avec une bière fraîche et une pancarte : Chacun sa vie !Éric Chevillard in L'autofictifoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-82616912527051913332011-05-22T15:09:00.007+02:002011-05-25T12:39:23.257+02:00J'entends ta voixJ'entends ta voix dans tous les bruits du monde... Paul Eluardoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-10558518172938454362011-05-21T19:05:00.000+02:002011-05-21T19:05:16.463+02:00Même l'église
Même l'église était bourrée.
Jean-claude Lamy, compte rendu des funérailles d'Antoine Blondinoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-31195854960587743792011-05-14T16:02:00.002+02:002011-05-14T16:08:21.626+02:00Le vent se lève...Le vent se lève...il faut tenter de vivre. P Valéry in Le cimetière marinoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-32151426586551804072011-05-13T15:12:00.000+02:002011-05-14T15:56:52.695+02:00J'ai vieilliJ'ai vieilli.
Raymond Queneauoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-88422577147362977452011-05-11T16:02:00.001+02:002011-05-11T16:05:51.662+02:00Si tu veux savoirSi tu veux savoir ce que nous croyons, viens voir ce que nous chantons.
Saint Augustint
dessin de Desclozeaux, pour Fablerie, aux éditions Fischbacheroncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-15885138298772535232011-05-05T15:08:00.003+02:002011-05-05T15:11:55.661+02:00baigné de larmes et de prières(...]Constamment frappé par la foudre, et chancelant comme un fou électrisé, me voilà déambulant dans votre monde, baigné de larmes et de prières.Jusqu’à quand ?Baptiste Charden in Anecdotikoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-24397440444081221042011-04-12T23:35:00.002+02:002011-04-13T10:15:43.709+02:00Ce que j’ai devant moiCe que j’ai devant moi, sur ma table, depuis huit jours ? Un perroquet empaillé. Il y reste à poste fixe. Sa vue commence même à m’embêter. Mais je le garde, pour m’emplir la cervelle de l’idée de perroquet. Car j’écris présentement les amours d’une vieille fille et d’un perroquet ». Gustave Flaubert, Lettre à Mme Brainne, 28 juillet 1876.oncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-30229139852539626442011-04-09T22:45:00.004+02:002011-04-09T22:54:24.979+02:00Take the hitTake the hit as a gift.George Leonardoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-68044891491456837142011-03-30T22:51:00.001+02:002011-03-30T22:51:51.138+02:00... and sometimes...oncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-88730022848520899142011-03-28T08:19:00.000+02:002011-03-28T08:19:56.665+02:00Respireoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-18622961289657818252011-03-14T17:04:00.001+01:002011-03-14T17:07:02.934+01:00L’accomplissementL’accomplissement suprême est de brouiller la ligne entre le travail et le jeu.Arnold Toynbeeoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-75103586678579603242011-02-19T15:48:00.001+01:002011-02-19T15:49:35.910+01:00i get along without you very wellhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IgbPHTBiAVQoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-91087289573717321812011-02-18T20:52:00.002+01:002011-02-18T20:56:47.759+01:00la texturela texture de ce qui a été manipulé, palpé, caressé, que ce soit sable, chair ou papier... Comment dire tout cela d'un seul trait d'encre.Hokusai-Gakyojin-I itsu...oncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-8091047790500026962011-02-17T06:32:00.003+01:002011-02-17T15:39:35.475+01:00Du temps que je partaisDu temps que je partais en vélo pour des mois à travers la France, mon plus grand plaisir était de m'arrêter dans des cimetières de campagne, de m'allonger entre deux tombes, et de fumer ainsi des heures durant. J'y pense comme à l'époque la plus active de ma vie.Cioran, De l'inconvénient d'être néoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-61546732038175985562011-02-15T06:10:00.002+01:002011-02-15T06:10:00.780+01:00HopeHope has the worst sweet smell.Gregory David Roberts in Shantaramoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-11726948705046480912011-02-14T10:18:00.001+01:002011-02-14T10:22:53.610+01:00En petites brûluresJe suis venu pour te volerCent millions de baisersCent millions de baisersEn petites brûluresEn petites morsuresEn petites coupuresC'est un hold-up !Si tu ne veux pas m'les donnerJ's'rai forcé de t'attacherEt ça t'f'ra aux poignetsDes petites brûluresDes petites morsuresDes petites coupuresC'est un hold-up !Maintenant que j'ai tes baisersIl m'reste plus qu'à m'taillerEt toi à oublierCes petites oncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-8439728000497703132011-02-13T00:28:00.001+01:002011-02-13T00:28:00.928+01:00J'aimerais maintenantJ'aimerais maintenant rapporter les choses extraordinaires et surprenantes que j'ai observées durant mon séjour sur la Lune.Lucien de Samosate, Histoires vraieoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-67472669998647467622011-02-12T05:21:00.001+01:002011-02-12T05:21:00.813+01:00Si une survie a été prévueSi une survie a été prévue, vous n’aurez pas le choix de toute façon…Isaac Bashevis Singer à Edmund Wilsononcialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-86859312046746015472011-02-11T01:25:00.001+01:002011-02-11T01:25:00.179+01:00Quand tu arrivesQuand tu arrives en haut de la montagne continue de grimper prov.chinoisoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-80493523188084195972011-02-10T09:46:00.000+01:002011-02-10T09:46:00.341+01:00On va toujoursOn va toujours, en fin de compte, vers où l'on pèse.Antoine de Saint-Exupery, in Pilote de guerreoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-34361758318797895772011-02-09T05:44:00.000+01:002011-02-09T05:44:00.428+01:00Le métier de témoinLe métier de témoin m'a toujours fait horreur. Que suis-je si je ne participe pas?J'ai besoin, pour être, de participer. Antoine de Saint-Exupery, in Pilote de guerreoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-7087900769522628852011-02-08T00:40:00.000+01:002011-02-08T01:22:40.799+01:00Mais l'étendueMais l'étendue ne se trouve pas. Elle se fonde. Et l'évasion n'a jamais conduit nulle part.Aintoine de Saint-Exupéry, pilote de guerreoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-72524128408620733552011-02-07T07:08:00.000+01:002011-02-07T07:08:00.262+01:00Je me nourrisJe me nourris de la qualité des camaradesSaint-Exupéry, pilote de guerreoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-6063657352412576282011-02-06T02:32:00.004+01:002011-02-06T18:13:21.920+01:00Les bras de l'amourLes bras de l'amour vous contiennent [...]les bras de l'amour vous rassemblent...Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, in Courrier sudoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-31197463617642627672011-02-05T19:30:00.000+01:002011-02-05T19:30:00.767+01:00AimerAimer c'est naître.Aintoine de Saint-Exupéry, in Courrier sudoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-29760325169822714372011-02-04T06:27:00.002+01:002011-02-06T15:23:41.098+01:00Dans ce climat neufDans ce climat neuf. Je me sentais dans ce sol, dans ce ciel, comme un jeune arbre.Saint-Exupéry, Courrier Sudoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-51456978485869404082011-02-03T19:24:00.000+01:002011-02-03T19:24:00.830+01:00Veille tes amoursVeille tes amours comme un berger !Saint-Exupéry, Courrier Sudoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-91158963618900172472011-02-02T17:26:00.006+01:002011-02-02T19:56:33.911+01:00La lloronaTodos me dicen el negro, lloronanegro pero carinosoYo soy como el chile verde, lloronapicante pero sabroso.Ay! de mi, lloronallorona de ayer y hoyayer maravilla fui, lloronay ahora ni sombra soyDicen que no tengo duelo, lloronaporque no me ven llorarHay muertos que no hacen ruido, lloronay es mas grande su penarAy! de mi, lloronallorona de azul celestey aunque la vida me cuesta, lloronano dejare oncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-32870485448013732542011-01-30T15:34:00.001+01:002011-01-30T15:36:14.962+01:00Le soir (tard)Le soir (tard) je dors contre toute attente.Frédéric Berthetoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-29641940106923167742011-01-28T00:03:00.000+01:002011-01-29T00:36:03.498+01:00Etre heureuxEtre heureux me prenait tout mon temps. Nicolas Bouvier, in L'usage du mondeoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-38567297054688512762011-01-21T17:57:00.001+01:002011-01-21T18:00:18.026+01:00oncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-48530441486081612952011-01-12T23:25:00.000+01:002011-01-12T23:25:56.789+01:00Bonne année mon culoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-58364699660058275732011-01-10T22:58:00.000+01:002011-01-10T22:58:17.533+01:00Dvořák - Humoresque - Yo-Yo Ma, Itzhak Perlmanoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-79669078467740950272011-01-09T23:05:00.002+01:002011-01-09T23:10:34.342+01:00Be sure that your laughBe sure that your laugh never has knives in it. Gregory David Roberts in Shantaramoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-56288911765531973372010-12-04T15:00:00.002+01:002010-12-04T15:03:35.276+01:00Characters who don't cooperateCharacters who don't cooperate are the only kind I like. Who really wants to be a puppet master?Kris Saknussemmoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-74146475594220353052010-11-28T23:02:00.004+01:002010-11-28T23:06:44.507+01:00On devrait toujoursOn devrait toujours être légèrement improbable.Oscar Wildeoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-67736652151540758432010-11-14T17:52:00.002+01:002010-11-14T17:55:21.141+01:00Il meurt lentementIl meurt lentement celui qui devient esclave de l'habitude refaisant tous les jours les mêmes chemins. Pablo Nerudaoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-57202628456066627622010-11-08T16:33:00.001+01:002010-11-09T20:26:13.725+01:00l"hiver est platoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-34582834008724025392010-11-06T19:29:00.002+01:002010-11-06T19:29:00.301+01:00Il faut dormir, dormir longtempsCAESONIA Il faut dormir, dormir longtemps, se laisser aller et ne plus réfléchir. Je veillerai sur ton sommeil. A ton réveil, le monde pour toi recouvrera son goût. Fais servir alors ton pouvoir à mieux aimer ce qui peut l'être encore. Ce qui est possible mérite aussi d'avoir sa chance. CALIGULA Mais il y faut le sommeil, il y faut l'abandon Cela n'est pas possible. CAESONIA C'est ce qu'on oncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-82544557316119800362010-11-05T19:03:00.003+01:002010-11-05T23:39:55.244+01:00C'est une opinion assez répandueCALIGULA... Mais je ne suis pas fou et même je n'ai jamais été aussi raisonnable.Simplement, je me suis senti tout à coup un besoin d'impossible.(Un temps.) Les choses, telles qu'elles sont, ne me semblent passatisfaisantes.HÉLICONC'est une opinion assez répandue.CALIGULAIl est vrai. Mais je ne le savais pas auparavant.Maintenant, je sais. (Toujours naturel.) Ce monde,tel qu'il est fait, n'est oncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-40793185268750177392010-11-04T19:40:00.001+01:002010-11-05T23:38:56.946+01:00Qui te dit que je ne suis pas heureux?CAESONIA C'est vrai. Mais tu vas me garder, n'est-ce pas? CALIGULA Je ne sais pas. Je sais seulement pourquoi tu es là : pour toutes ces nuits où le plaisir était aigu et sans joie, et pour tout ce que tu connais de moi. Il la prend dans ses bras et, de la main, lui renverse un peu la tête. J'ai vingt-neuf ans. C'est peu. Mais à cette heure où ma vie m'apparaît cependant si longue, si oncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-17090270399302057362010-11-01T11:18:00.000+01:002010-11-01T11:19:10.123+01:00froidje mets des basque tu ne vois pas.ca sert à quoi?oncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-91005311555875714382010-10-31T17:46:00.000+01:002010-10-31T17:47:29.978+01:00oncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-70067782056833808762010-10-28T19:56:00.001+02:002010-10-28T19:57:37.045+02:00bienvenueLéon Gauthieroncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-19685091710363086862010-10-27T07:18:00.000+02:002010-10-27T07:18:00.324+02:00L'amoureuseElle est debout sur mes paupièresEt ses cheveux sont dans les miens,Elle a la forme de mes mains,Elle a la couleur de mes yeux,Elle s'engloutit dans mon ombreComme une pierre sur le ciel.Elle a toujours les yeux ouvertsEt ne me laisse pas dormir.Ses rêves en pleine lumièreFont s'évaporer les soleils,Me font rire, pleurer et rire,Parler sans avoir rien à dire.Paul Éluardoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-13828710573803181322010-10-26T19:50:00.000+02:002010-10-26T19:50:00.664+02:00Nous nous étalonsNous nous étalonsSur des étalons.Et nous percheronsSur des percherons !C'est nous qui bâtons,A coup de bâtons,L'âne des GotonsQue nous dégottons !...Mais nous l'estimonsMieux dans les timons.Nous nous marionsA vous MarionsRiches en jambons.Nous vous enjambonsEt nous vous chaussons,Catins, tels chaussons !Oh ! plutôt nichonsChez nous des nichons !Vite polissonsLes doux polissons !Courtelineoncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16082965.post-87926600508918905842010-10-25T19:44:00.002+02:002010-10-25T19:44:00.512+02:00Je te l'ai ditJe te l'ai dit pour les nuagesJe te l'ai dit pour l'arbre de la merPour chaque vague pour les oiseaux dans les feuillesPour les cailloux du bruitPour les mains familièresPour l'oeil qui devient visage ou paysageEt le sommeil lui rend le ciel de sa couleurPour toute la nuit buePour la grille des routesPour la fenêtre ouvertepour un front découvertJe te l'ai dit pour tes pensées pour tes oncialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13187740188077223543noreply@blogger.com0