tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53999737425260445182024-03-19T06:04:58.711+01:00Au fil...des petites joies ordinaires, quelques images et mots...Fifihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03037356889722268965noreply@blogger.comBlogger942125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399973742526044518.post-60264040784130557452024-03-12T17:29:00.004+01:002024-03-17T09:30:45.574+01:00Carte blanche à fifille 2<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsctGXClc2MfBZMtkRYe4LqARMsg4FgrDn4D28WWkC9eyOKkjUnrIe8iLEjQ1BSa_8FewBrO6uJ7PbSlZAGg1lSjm4_oHKICgk-KFnN01e4GFkm0nsVdoMVwdgK5hJzaxNcS04P8mg_EkfeXBUjIdbIblZ89ru7fQdj1vbUHMKRBGTJRao5nr-JBoS56br/s1200/montagnes%20c.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="727" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsctGXClc2MfBZMtkRYe4LqARMsg4FgrDn4D28WWkC9eyOKkjUnrIe8iLEjQ1BSa_8FewBrO6uJ7PbSlZAGg1lSjm4_oHKICgk-KFnN01e4GFkm0nsVdoMVwdgK5hJzaxNcS04P8mg_EkfeXBUjIdbIblZ89ru7fQdj1vbUHMKRBGTJRao5nr-JBoS56br/s16000/montagnes%20c.jpg" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i> </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>Si tu chante la beauté, même dans la solitude du désert, tu trouveras une oreille attentive.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i><a href="https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gibran_Khalil_Gibran">Khalil Gibran</a></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>Le sable et l'écume </i></span><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i> </i></span><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i> Un bloc de toisons<br />qui saura les dénombrer<br />berger solitaire </i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i> </i></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i><a href="https://melimailart.blogspot.com/">MissYves</a></i></span></p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxTLRB3rf-4NMm0LD-NK2v41ZoT83_FHnvvhjj7eBybggL35EdOtCRbOJ8uEo7pxApRuswTRPEVG7oNY3ftfEZK0g-9qE2ZwU9qdtzh2cFCGTEl6m_5hzZ3UM-l1qwJINtmvlvGjz7hTHvs1S87-wRM3R4inwU2_gx9SHp-UMG5tHuLZI_8YZCXpV8mll7/s1200/fleurs%20desert.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="427" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxTLRB3rf-4NMm0LD-NK2v41ZoT83_FHnvvhjj7eBybggL35EdOtCRbOJ8uEo7pxApRuswTRPEVG7oNY3ftfEZK0g-9qE2ZwU9qdtzh2cFCGTEl6m_5hzZ3UM-l1qwJINtmvlvGjz7hTHvs1S87-wRM3R4inwU2_gx9SHp-UMG5tHuLZI_8YZCXpV8mll7/w640-h427/fleurs%20desert.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Chante à tue-tête<br />et les vibrations de l'air<br />raviront les fleurs</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://bricbracdejosette.blogspot.com">Josette T </a></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">vaste étendue désertique<br />quelques gouttes tombées des nues<br />un parterre de fleurs jaillit<br />miracle de la Nature</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://echos-de-mon-grenier.blogspot.com">Tilia</a></span></i> <br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> “L’homme qui, du désert ne saccage point la légende, ne peut subir l’outrage.”<br />Tahar Ben Jelloun </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://caurokea.blogspot.com">envoyé par Marie-Paule</a></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Ravins et ravines<br />l’ocre a laissé place au vert<br />pluie de floraisons </span></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">🍒 </span></i><br /></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Dans une orange on y voit <br />Sous sa douce peau un papa<br />Dans une orange on y voit <br />Une maman qui nous prend dans ses bras<br />Et un cœur gros comme ça<br />Mandarin et Mandarine<br />petites lanternes nous illuminent</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://lacachetteajosette.blogspot.com/">Josette T</a></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span>Cuisine en fête<br />Hommes femmes et enfants<br />Zestes de bonheur</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://chandleraddendum.blogspot.com/">Thérèse </a></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span>unis tous en cœur ils dansent<br />maman et papa Orange<br />avec leurs deux petits anges</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://echos-de-mon-grenier.blogspot.com/">Tilia </a></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Un bonhomme en pain d’épices<br />A rencontré toute en pièces<br />Une orange qui posait<br />Qui posait à la madame<br />A rencontré Clémentine<br />Se prenant pour Colombine<br />A rencontré Mandarine<br />Jouant de la mandoline <br />Toute en ses quartiers d’hiver<br />Dansant sur le macadam<br />C’était la nuit du solstice <br />Baguenaudaient tous en liesse<br />En croquant du pain d’épices.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://melimailart.blogspot.com/">Miss Yves</a><br /> </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i><br /></div><p></p>Fifihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03037356889722268965noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399973742526044518.post-40215800199510806432024-02-01T14:30:00.005+01:002024-02-08T19:17:52.957+01:00cadeau...<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiburBKtGDI7ilkv8ZrW1WVqi2wk3o2ELMZB3SOggFoB0pslObgFikVdWZiweTo1SiGss0ORM9rj3fU1ZOPD2RlI4d_Z8Ca4822mmr9rMIcSJCy3yQYeFGM7Vxr2-gxb6MNFEtALyAGm6u1FQDPNWXb14p8h5uai2yGRwtyEhDXVreU_W4ucY7pvVblVlnW/s1200/azal%C3%A9e%2024%20b.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiburBKtGDI7ilkv8ZrW1WVqi2wk3o2ELMZB3SOggFoB0pslObgFikVdWZiweTo1SiGss0ORM9rj3fU1ZOPD2RlI4d_Z8Ca4822mmr9rMIcSJCy3yQYeFGM7Vxr2-gxb6MNFEtALyAGm6u1FQDPNWXb14p8h5uai2yGRwtyEhDXVreU_W4ucY7pvVblVlnW/s16000/azal%C3%A9e%2024%20b.JPG" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>apothéose rose<br />du mois de janvier<br />tendresse filiale</i></span><br /></div><div><p><br /></p><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge-gxPbZR-J5hE7lmVlskxb50Mg13Va014cI7yYL8nTpXq8q3YqTpHiMqV4bzhYA9efgzHYNbXbmpkLU5Jb9nOrYNTxuchL08_eK7zbrskJFhHDemsuA07_snxuz9uEi1KEaCwAf0-2cObkL_hDwvX5yizwThBnvgSLpooC4F9NMoUjsJFC9uQF49Yq5cA/s1200/azal%C3%A9e%2024%20c.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1200" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge-gxPbZR-J5hE7lmVlskxb50Mg13Va014cI7yYL8nTpXq8q3YqTpHiMqV4bzhYA9efgzHYNbXbmpkLU5Jb9nOrYNTxuchL08_eK7zbrskJFhHDemsuA07_snxuz9uEi1KEaCwAf0-2cObkL_hDwvX5yizwThBnvgSLpooC4F9NMoUjsJFC9uQF49Yq5cA/s320/azal%C3%A9e%2024%20c.jpg" width="320" /></a><br /></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Instant de folie<br />Une azalée rose<br />D'amour revêtue</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://toulouseatozbis.blogspot.com/">Thérèse </a></span></i><br /></p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilWOo7fOjBsWI1GglrJyN6_XJ1xBZ1fZ-pnCLx5H_HzH1ydRYDUGlWL2O2IDcANGnb2kX-p50nq1nq6C34lCvegJFncq8Z1NL-WIqcgMFsPbbQoj1Wcn6GL6ieOA-9odTUuv-wHGzFelodez6wylyRoBuQ7QatjfChjTho2NVSD8BoenVFQXKYvQYkxRxL/s1200/azal%C3%A9e%2024%20d.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="811" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilWOo7fOjBsWI1GglrJyN6_XJ1xBZ1fZ-pnCLx5H_HzH1ydRYDUGlWL2O2IDcANGnb2kX-p50nq1nq6C34lCvegJFncq8Z1NL-WIqcgMFsPbbQoj1Wcn6GL6ieOA-9odTUuv-wHGzFelodez6wylyRoBuQ7QatjfChjTho2NVSD8BoenVFQXKYvQYkxRxL/s16000/azal%C3%A9e%2024%20d.JPG" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">couleur tendresse<br />En robe froufroutante<br />L'azalée épanouie <br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://lacachetteajosette.blogspot.com/">Josette</a></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">L'azalée bonheur<br />voit la vie en rose <br />fait le buzz</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://marinezou.blogspot.com/">Marine Dussarrat </a></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">Azalées chiffons<br />recèlent en leurs replis<br />rose vif un cœur</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://melimailart.blogspot.com/">Miss Yves</a></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i><br /></div><div><p></p></div>Fifihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03037356889722268965noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399973742526044518.post-26628333133569833212024-01-20T16:10:00.005+01:002024-01-29T09:27:36.106+01:00"en prendre de la graine"<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAgbQ_87cBroE4kPzGYHQoP25Sk34_B_l9hr0Ug0Af6vGE8FiCIHhkgPV-MZ7rCISwHoArvNj_l7kn0VSIHX8kGzBywPmlKqXOcbz1MmiV3gx2PKFdG6GnI_RrUsjwZe1pDz3jibVUM4cI4cj5Abrm_CbR2okmNPCzAvQeba6JbpOcbO7x3lA148HVh_C-/s1200/m%C3%A9sange%20bleue.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="879" data-original-width="1200" height="469" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAgbQ_87cBroE4kPzGYHQoP25Sk34_B_l9hr0Ug0Af6vGE8FiCIHhkgPV-MZ7rCISwHoArvNj_l7kn0VSIHX8kGzBywPmlKqXOcbz1MmiV3gx2PKFdG6GnI_RrUsjwZe1pDz3jibVUM4cI4cj5Abrm_CbR2okmNPCzAvQeba6JbpOcbO7x3lA148HVh_C-/w640-h469/m%C3%A9sange%20bleue.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>prendre de la graine<br />en parfaite acrobate<br />la vie oblige</i></span><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>fifi</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Gris-bleu pour mésange <br />dérobés au bleu du ciel<br />trois grains de folie</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://melimailart.blogspot.com/">Miss Yves </a></span></i><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI0n57cwYruWT1-NsQDyLzx7XplS1XHZUt4r2Pjp7O8qAx8-2lozo8A5ilu5JnIPO9B0hg5MoRvsVOF5qxpG0onUKdZhSTRDJueCF8bqT39-vkZpgyZCbGJLsul6Hi5rcUlB1A31c_9AWxj0E8z6_zF9sLZ9yr0xLNwtreYScNyBv3sj_siUzWLpK5I6_Q/s1200/mesanges%20bleue%20b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="827" data-original-width="1200" height="441" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI0n57cwYruWT1-NsQDyLzx7XplS1XHZUt4r2Pjp7O8qAx8-2lozo8A5ilu5JnIPO9B0hg5MoRvsVOF5qxpG0onUKdZhSTRDJueCF8bqT39-vkZpgyZCbGJLsul6Hi5rcUlB1A31c_9AWxj0E8z6_zF9sLZ9yr0xLNwtreYScNyBv3sj_siUzWLpK5I6_Q/w640-h441/mesanges%20bleue%20b.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <i><span style="font-size: large;">Allers et retours<br />La mésange se pose<br />Le cœur en émoi</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://toulouseatozbis.blogspot.com/">Thérèse </a></span></i><br /></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Graine d’acrobate<br />dans mésange il y a ange<br />qui vole et se pose</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://melimailart.blogspot.com/">Miss Yves </a></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_NhVQpKtA1aHnEHhIhufQ263nLBKFcFJOg4EnKT1jyyBzNGGUSIH1EowHHdCyBsY0NkhR2NFtr0jB-SDxy-dTX6K4j2GmPwBePhhaAd04jOZMle56C45upo7sxCTLQ5DRCsrRJRhejT4xNFSP1ApoPqyWLvACyfOTjlTsZpSKwha0-G5Dn2VtL_hHMAav/s1200/m%C3%A9sange%20bleue%20c.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1200" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_NhVQpKtA1aHnEHhIhufQ263nLBKFcFJOg4EnKT1jyyBzNGGUSIH1EowHHdCyBsY0NkhR2NFtr0jB-SDxy-dTX6K4j2GmPwBePhhaAd04jOZMle56C45upo7sxCTLQ5DRCsrRJRhejT4xNFSP1ApoPqyWLvACyfOTjlTsZpSKwha0-G5Dn2VtL_hHMAav/w640-h480/m%C3%A9sange%20bleue%20c.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><br /> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> Des graines à gogo<br />régal de la belle mésange<br />servie par Fifi </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://lacachetteajosette.blogspot.com/">Josette </a></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">prenons de la graine<br />en observant les mésanges<br />techniciennes hors pair</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://echos-de-mon-grenier.blogspot.com/">Tilia</a></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Du bleu pour le ciel <br />mi-parti le truc en plumes <br />jaune en contrepoint</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://melimailart.blogspot.com/">Miss Yves</a></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span> “Vous ne pouvez pas empêcher les oiseaux de la tristesse de voler au-dessus de vos têtes, <br />mais vous pouvez les empêcher de faire leurs nids dans vos cheveux.” <br />(proverbe chinois).</span></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span><a href="http://caurokea.blogspot.com/">envoyé par Marie-Paule </a></span></i></span></p><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Comme un rêve bleu<br />Elle s'envole à tire d'ailes<br />Une graine au bec !</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com">Enitram </a></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i><br /></p><p></p>Fifihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03037356889722268965noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399973742526044518.post-13393640530903268492024-01-04T20:25:00.005+01:002024-01-18T15:51:57.949+01:00arc-en-ciel...<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikFJQ34E9BNpaux_unVnDVCIq9fCYArVwGKt2PZ19Oam25B5MDO6jSyh5oIk6UJ5C5lJ40m3KxyUo2H9ffL2FBu1kB4eQ_f2dnDNG_bx4KA-9cdH6IsVw6b-ujB7kRB9A_mUs6LB0SsXX0bqRJ7nMFEaA5Elu6YGb8B2OGpCCDDyJ6blQ-1NWujVC3akLG/s1200/arc-en-ciel%20b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="709" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikFJQ34E9BNpaux_unVnDVCIq9fCYArVwGKt2PZ19Oam25B5MDO6jSyh5oIk6UJ5C5lJ40m3KxyUo2H9ffL2FBu1kB4eQ_f2dnDNG_bx4KA-9cdH6IsVw6b-ujB7kRB9A_mUs6LB0SsXX0bqRJ7nMFEaA5Elu6YGb8B2OGpCCDDyJ6blQ-1NWujVC3akLG/s16000/arc-en-ciel%20b.jpg" /></a></div><p><br /> </p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>Image-hommage à <a href="https://aufilafil.blogspot.com/2012/06/hera.html">Héra</a></i></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /><span><i>compagne toutou fidèle</i></span><br /><span><i>le matin de son départ</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> 💚💛💙</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i> </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">"La vie n'est qu'une longue perte de tout ce qu'on aime."</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-large;">Victor Hugo</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="http://cergipontin.blogspot.com/">envoyée par Cergie </a></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></i><br /><br /></div><div><div><p></p></div></div>Fifihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03037356889722268965noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399973742526044518.post-6301592928579394972023-12-27T17:42:00.001+01:002024-01-01T10:49:02.310+01:00quand il fait sombre...<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg-A01adYRauGyk0191TsTUU8VXLwsQ85LEnaZO-PzuPVf9dOIkoWfZHmG3qvxkHh60MdqcLa2Zwnmf7kpHZnaE2n9SBJCSUDrhwzpzNybC82lgvl9PpwGo5hrl4w01A3yDs9MqdHlaiAt055-yUWwB010QslkUfWAY5fkIkL1tDEFwbeq-T_1nvE5hLa0/s1200/colmar2023.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="855" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg-A01adYRauGyk0191TsTUU8VXLwsQ85LEnaZO-PzuPVf9dOIkoWfZHmG3qvxkHh60MdqcLa2Zwnmf7kpHZnaE2n9SBJCSUDrhwzpzNybC82lgvl9PpwGo5hrl4w01A3yDs9MqdHlaiAt055-yUWwB010QslkUfWAY5fkIkL1tDEFwbeq-T_1nvE5hLa0/s16000/colmar2023.jpg" /></a></div><p></p><p></p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-large;"> refléter la lumière...</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9JWwutdxAXwpDjNTREjKqoaCuHAuQrfNeRdwM8LK5kom469zQSEbFMKVguw0avyc-X4MRjIerfZQObSuXecBb3JMqnpJQfGeLKIsC8vc3f1lm7by3cwkx0qEzCbLfEdegua-cMekT9lpH5aZhrFplNXVlXTTCw_irFnnp6vvugXWO7xnfPc306xI6mjjm/s1200/colmar%202023%20b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="688" data-original-width="1200" height="229" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9JWwutdxAXwpDjNTREjKqoaCuHAuQrfNeRdwM8LK5kom469zQSEbFMKVguw0avyc-X4MRjIerfZQObSuXecBb3JMqnpJQfGeLKIsC8vc3f1lm7by3cwkx0qEzCbLfEdegua-cMekT9lpH5aZhrFplNXVlXTTCw_irFnnp6vvugXWO7xnfPc306xI6mjjm/w400-h229/colmar%202023%20b.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p><br /><i><span style="font-size: large;"> Un premier sens pour le mot réflexion : "réfléchir c'est renvoyer la lumière, renvoyer une image plus ou moins nettement." <br /></span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-size: large;">Un deuxième sens : "un retour de la pensée sur elle-même en vue d'examiner plus à fond une idée, une situation." <br /></span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-size: large;">J'ai trouvé chez <a href="http://spinescent.blogspot.com/">Acouphène</a> une définition pour ce deuxième sens plus éclairante :<br /></span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #e69138;">"Avant d'être accomplie, chaque action doit payer un tribut à sa Sa Majesté la lucidité. Rien de ce qui arrive ne doit se produire à votre insu".</span> </span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Swami_Prajnanpad"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Swami Prajnanpad</span></a></span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-size: large;">C'est la deuxième partie qui m'a paru la plus intéressante.Quand on nous a dit, ou quand nous disons à un enfant :"il faut réfléchir !", cela ne veut pas dire grand chose ou simplement une expression qui tente de recadrer un comportement qui pose problème. Mais quand on nous dit : "Rien de ce qui arrive ne doit se produire <span style="color: #b45f06;">à votre insu</span>", (sans vous) cela permet de mieux comprendre l'attention que nous nous devons, que nous nous devons à nous-mêmes, à notre ressenti d'abord, et puis aux éventuelles conséquences ... Dans le vif de l'action, nous réagissons souvent avec notre tempérament ou selon les conditions du moment... </span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-size: large;">Voilà où, une photo prise aux marchés de Noël de Colmar et la fréquentation d'un blog ami ont conduit ma réflexion:-)</span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;">A vous tous</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;">Une Bonne Année</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"> Douce et Éclairante </span></i><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Lumière <br />Unique<br />Mirifique<br />Idéale<br />Extatique<br />Resplendissante <br />Éternelle </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Est-ce une illusion<br />que ces lumignons de fête<br /> non réflexion faite<br /><br /><a href="https://melimailart.blogspot.com/">MissYves</a></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> "Chaque fois que vous vous trouvez du côté de la majorité, il est temps de faire une pause et de réfléchir." </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> Mark Twain</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://caurokea.blogspot.com/">envoyée par Marie-Paule</a></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">dans l'eau du miroir <br />brillantes lumières de fête<br />jouent et se reflètent</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://echos-de-mon-grenier.blogspot.com/">Tilia </a></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i><br /></p><p></p>Fifihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03037356889722268965noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399973742526044518.post-91278287444948049542023-12-13T10:00:00.031+01:002023-12-23T09:43:39.637+01:00avoir du coeur...<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSf6pNPoqZgjDeX0j3c_Pjczh_Q2foShqg30YYIBIak-vugcvMuQDv_jNJVHiOg7oSdwaY-PcpbGapP_Dw2ATrw7iMiS2APnlsmwvi2TRNuwwilmRSfvwwVglbeoJAmOK9BzfQHglKGdswc4zDsjadYTSOhHNV0jwfqtDABqx8Hi-bE3ZG67GYzkWYHJ_W/s1200/no%C3%ABl%202023%20c.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="852" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSf6pNPoqZgjDeX0j3c_Pjczh_Q2foShqg30YYIBIak-vugcvMuQDv_jNJVHiOg7oSdwaY-PcpbGapP_Dw2ATrw7iMiS2APnlsmwvi2TRNuwwilmRSfvwwVglbeoJAmOK9BzfQHglKGdswc4zDsjadYTSOhHNV0jwfqtDABqx8Hi-bE3ZG67GYzkWYHJ_W/s16000/no%C3%ABl%202023%20c.jpg" /></a></div><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i> "Je préfère croire que le doigt de Dieu ne pointe pas sur nous pour nous menacer, <br />mais bien plutôt pour nous rappeler -en cas d'oubli- où se niche notre coeur"</i></span><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i><span>Romano Celli</span></i></span><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i><span>autour du sapin<br />les enfants réunis<br />chantent tous en Cœur</span></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i><span><a href="https://echos-de-mon-grenier.blogspot.com/">Tilia </a></span></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i><span><span> </span>Du vert au coeur de l’hiver<br />flocons sans flonflons <br />Chantons en chœur sous la neige</span></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i><span><a href="http://photograff.blogspot.com/">Miss Yves </a></span></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;"><span><i>Le coeur battant<br />des lumières plein les yeux<br />l'enfant attend Noël</i></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i><span><a href="https://marinezou.blogspot.com/">Marine Dussarat</a></span></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></p>Fifihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03037356889722268965noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399973742526044518.post-85788985072857429102023-11-26T20:23:00.008+01:002023-12-15T13:33:33.697+01:00roses de novembre...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOLgJiySh1B1_yRBSzv9IWjqQdXf3S8R6POIx3VmKKmGT9d_tHQzn72jCK4uToJoVTBTT5krnLL5AvPLj3U2k4C3-hX0lGq1U9al5aMq6i284X0lH5d-JR-SbKZSkY7GcLBAA_zfeHlqdyaQ6y26ld6wG9A9xzgl8N_KzirV7PqGYk8RLYahI50zlhjUD2/s1200/Montages11.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOLgJiySh1B1_yRBSzv9IWjqQdXf3S8R6POIx3VmKKmGT9d_tHQzn72jCK4uToJoVTBTT5krnLL5AvPLj3U2k4C3-hX0lGq1U9al5aMq6i284X0lH5d-JR-SbKZSkY7GcLBAA_zfeHlqdyaQ6y26ld6wG9A9xzgl8N_KzirV7PqGYk8RLYahI50zlhjUD2/s16000/Montages11.JPG" /></a></div><p></p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">veinées de rouge </span></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> roussies par le froid</span></span></i></div><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">beauté qui réchauffe mon cœur </span></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBw-78_XNN4XEU3-if2NTr00FgBQ5PT795zwR0ZJFSdbOqBg_6VpAOx1V2-yVKmZIkhrU6wS1UvNBq6B57q3pwNVfgmQBOgQuLzjjiJKgbL3rI7IbXPc890NEBFvjMMjUc3ZTPDwmTquvsxKEYo3tkTIbvxYvJSgsDLv7oJEZEH8JicxlWD4gA3MzqULNX/s1200/roses%20de%20novembre%20b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1200" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBw-78_XNN4XEU3-if2NTr00FgBQ5PT795zwR0ZJFSdbOqBg_6VpAOx1V2-yVKmZIkhrU6wS1UvNBq6B57q3pwNVfgmQBOgQuLzjjiJKgbL3rI7IbXPc890NEBFvjMMjUc3ZTPDwmTquvsxKEYo3tkTIbvxYvJSgsDLv7oJEZEH8JicxlWD4gA3MzqULNX/w640-h480/roses%20de%20novembre%20b.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: large;"><i>Le regard séduit<br />Par les roses, un instant<br />Le cœur s'évade</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><a href="https://toulouseatozbis.blogspot.com/">Thérèse</a> </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">"Seule la rose est assez fragile pour exprimer l'éternité"</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paul_Claudel">Paul Claudel</a></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://cergipontin.blogspot.com/">Envoyée par Cergie</a></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">« C'est le temps que tu as perdu pour ta rose qui rend ta rose importante. »</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.antoinedesaintexupery.com/">Saint-Exupéry</a></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://caurokea.blogspot.com/">envoyée par Marie-Paule </a></span></i><br /></p><p></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Roses de novembre<br />toujours fraiches et fragiles<br />avant la froidure</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://marinezou.blogspot.com">Marine Dussarrat</a></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"></span></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSZBlRUwYv7LwkB_aKmR7yYfNK_DWqhIJUFXczWJ-GV6FOOhiyjGC-ymkeBylilpIN3WGS2lVRn9lXDyJeaqTLa666LwMfYs7QDsiOMNvfDOwBhLmateRNY41FXlhVz0KnXqpimX6-YElzyq2kLvotqdbfaBhDn0z1G8KjEyx0yZg4UApLZO2qyAIpNsX3/s1200/roses%2023.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1066" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSZBlRUwYv7LwkB_aKmR7yYfNK_DWqhIJUFXczWJ-GV6FOOhiyjGC-ymkeBylilpIN3WGS2lVRn9lXDyJeaqTLa666LwMfYs7QDsiOMNvfDOwBhLmateRNY41FXlhVz0KnXqpimX6-YElzyq2kLvotqdbfaBhDn0z1G8KjEyx0yZg4UApLZO2qyAIpNsX3/w355-h400/roses%2023.jpg" width="355" /></a></span></i></div><i><span style="font-size: large;"><br /> </span></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Dialoguer avec les fleurs<br />sur fond vert un verre<br />pour créer un rêve en rose.</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Appel aux baisers<br />en bouton ou épanouie<br />rosir de plaisir</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span> <br /></span></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Quand sera décembre <br />garde le rose en mémoire <br />de l’instant passé </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://photograff.blogspot.com/">Miss Yves</a></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> Si belle rose<br />a l'apparente fragilité<br />tu réjouis le coeur</span></i><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://bricbracdejosette.blogspot.com/">Josette T </a></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span> </span>"La rose est sans pourquoi<br />elle fleurit parce qu'elle fleurit<br />elle ne se soucie pas d'elle même<br />elle ne se demande pas si on la voit"</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /><a href="https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Angelus_Silesius">Angelus Silesius 1624 - 1677</a></i></span><a href="https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Angelus_Silesius"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> <br /></span></i></a></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://bricbracdejosette.blogspot.com/">Josette T </a></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>"Dans la vie j'aime deux choses,<br />la rose et toi.<br />La rose pour un jour et toi pour la vie "<br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://photos-promenade.be/">envoyée par Suzanne</a></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span>Quand le jour décline<br />roses roses à peine écloses<br />ferment bien leur cœur</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://echos-de-mon-grenier.blogspot.com/">Tilia </a></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span>Les roses du jardin en jachère<br />se moquent du frimas de l'hiver<br />le froid en rien ne les altère</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://enviedenparler.blogspot.com/">Françoise</a></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i> <br /></i></p>Fifihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03037356889722268965noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399973742526044518.post-56663746961048817552023-11-05T10:11:00.010+01:002023-11-13T10:59:39.604+01:00la dame en bleu...<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg2F33GqrREMzSeKYZI3-SuHZtaFlMpe2S90MzqosGIl0ZZTqL0Vnqauk7q6yTbwwPv8UzxgvysyWpsr41yOQbXba4kiJ07arf4m-ne9dL6RRDZdj2s8cnsXlIpXqbhhH8lpXRn-32X7xZxDpHDBh_p6ZWhTaQ6ezbdi9abyZ26CsGsYG9dV3TbQJVbhWWT" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg2F33GqrREMzSeKYZI3-SuHZtaFlMpe2S90MzqosGIl0ZZTqL0Vnqauk7q6yTbwwPv8UzxgvysyWpsr41yOQbXba4kiJ07arf4m-ne9dL6RRDZdj2s8cnsXlIpXqbhhH8lpXRn-32X7xZxDpHDBh_p6ZWhTaQ6ezbdi9abyZ26CsGsYG9dV3TbQJVbhWWT=s16000" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: large;">se mettre au diapason</span></i></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i>et attraper d'un regard</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i>le rêve en bleu</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i>_____</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i>Pécheur de rêve</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i>le regard sur l'horizon</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i>camaïeux en bleu</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i><a href="https://lacachetteajosette.blogspot.com">Josette T</a></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i>La dame en bleu imagine</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i>face aux flots turquoise</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i>cyanotype cette image</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i>Envoie-t-elle un SOS</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i>captant l'outremer</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i>I bleu aurait dit Rimbaud</i></span></p><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i><a href="https://photograff.blogspot.com">Miss Yves</a></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i>un lieu idyllique</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i>les vaguelettes y palpitent</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i>entre bleu et gris</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i><a href="https://echos-de-mon-grenier.blogspot.com">Tilia</a></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Entre le ciel et l'eau étale <br />où se reflète sa robe bleue<br />la dame rêve<br />avec des mots en bleu </i></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><a href="https://enitram-cheminfaisant.blogspot.com/">Enitram </a></i></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i> </i></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><span> </span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">La mer et le ciel, camaïeu de bleu<br />le clapotis des vagues contre la digue<br />la jeune femme immortalise cet instant</span></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://enviedenparler.blogspot.com/">Françoise </a></span></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Partout du bleu<br />elle a capté la couleur<br />pour les jours gris</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://marinezou.blogspot.com/">Marine Dussarrat</a></span></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></span></i></p>Fifihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03037356889722268965noreply@blogger.com38tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399973742526044518.post-58961764841333915312023-10-31T16:16:00.007+01:002023-11-04T13:47:19.296+01:00Quand les ombres se croisent...<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOcO584E_UJrUE25kbptBs4HqhojWP-0lD2B4F8e33wizI0tsptT7gd6WzjsovHlYhPS22njCKQ1OD2DwMtGzTufkhyphenhyphen5Oq62NOz7YLeA4BKhSZN8U2uyNBnMH4lx2BBloK8JQysxZKlQwQGZ9_PEceIxwQ6DYiarekb68aDPX39OsQEgqA0Fv7f6poiUwP/s1200/jeux.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOcO584E_UJrUE25kbptBs4HqhojWP-0lD2B4F8e33wizI0tsptT7gd6WzjsovHlYhPS22njCKQ1OD2DwMtGzTufkhyphenhyphen5Oq62NOz7YLeA4BKhSZN8U2uyNBnMH4lx2BBloK8JQysxZKlQwQGZ9_PEceIxwQ6DYiarekb68aDPX39OsQEgqA0Fv7f6poiUwP/s16000/jeux.jpg" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>attaquer la vague ?</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>ou se faire attaquer par elle ?</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>telle est la question</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH1DTHja1ILhM9uof1CFtJqklkGT9c7F6K5znfsp9weENZggsD3UoHHxhhouO0ljhyJg_6Gzl_tZy1jKaUZuZIhcLeb9FbkTUYQ3ZJWzAroFno9LFGl1rxKK8jh4C3Fh8ndjMfP8sOXC-KQnC8zaxdqtg6f0woglGwhTF_ug1waeYNyIAw1S4NbHEs_C23/s1199/jeux%20c.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="771" data-original-width="1199" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH1DTHja1ILhM9uof1CFtJqklkGT9c7F6K5znfsp9weENZggsD3UoHHxhhouO0ljhyJg_6Gzl_tZy1jKaUZuZIhcLeb9FbkTUYQ3ZJWzAroFno9LFGl1rxKK8jh4C3Fh8ndjMfP8sOXC-KQnC8zaxdqtg6f0woglGwhTF_ug1waeYNyIAw1S4NbHEs_C23/s16000/jeux%20c.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>jeu d'eau pour enfants</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>et le monstre protecteur</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>surveille la vague</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><a href="https://bricbracdejosette.blogspot.com/">Josette T</a></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>l<span style="font-family: inherit;">e bruit des vagues</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i>le cri des goëlands</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i>les jeux des enfants</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i>quand la tempête s'apaise</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">que le ciel se vêt d</span>e bleu</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><a href="https://marinezou.blogspot.com/">Marine Dussarrat</a></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i>Indifférents aux remous</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i>Rochers immobiles</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i>troués par l'ombre du temps</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i>Quel souvenir restera</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i>enfants insouciants</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i>d'éclats de rire au rivage</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i><a href="https://photograff.blogspot.com/">Miss Yves</a></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i>le retour de la vague</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i>Pour la joie des enfants</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i>Plénitude de l'instant</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i><a href="https://enviedenparler.blogspot.com">Françoise</a></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i>Des jeux et rires</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i>Aux vagues de riposter</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i>Joies des vacances</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i><a href="https://toulouseatozbis.blogspot.com/">Thérèse de Toulouse</a></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i>bienheureuse enfance</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i>qu'importe l'heure et le lieu</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i>seuls comptent leurs jeux</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i><a href="https://echos-de-mon-grenier.blogspot.com/">Tilia</a></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i>"Il est très difficile, quand on vit dans la familiarité bourrue de la mer, de ne point regarder le vent comme quelqu'un et les rochers comme des personnages."</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i><a href="https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Victor_Hugo">Victor Hugo</a></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i><a href="https://caurokea.blogspot.com/">envoyée par Marie-Paule</a></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Fifihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03037356889722268965noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399973742526044518.post-27877424761971563462023-08-22T13:10:00.009+02:002023-08-25T18:04:50.322+02:00"Quand je mont', je mont', je mont', je mont' chez toi..."<div><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjduZbK9UsWbXgvA6Z6y1k4oM23fsCW84Z3R8qF39KwE7rzRN1rQI86JxUubby7uIIfDV6oNRHdj3ivOKSEl7xrrtXgd6ETjFNu9WlbP7W_9LXbx0PDc4Xq0rPh5ON9D3H1GEGjfDhMTf-VOO53TRMxsBpxNpDs-La6zU8_TtHESrGuVhh1Tn_TDuLk2uft/s1200/arbre%20pour%20insecte%20f.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="896" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjduZbK9UsWbXgvA6Z6y1k4oM23fsCW84Z3R8qF39KwE7rzRN1rQI86JxUubby7uIIfDV6oNRHdj3ivOKSEl7xrrtXgd6ETjFNu9WlbP7W_9LXbx0PDc4Xq0rPh5ON9D3H1GEGjfDhMTf-VOO53TRMxsBpxNpDs-La6zU8_TtHESrGuVhh1Tn_TDuLk2uft/s16000/arbre%20pour%20insecte%20f.jpg" /></a></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>émerveillement<br />beauté au cœur du bois<br />caresses satin</i></span><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt1uxqzXRcMqhWz1wY8_udSXw7S61udsY_hxyBzJjCIpkLBg7uOZV5r2ZxY0QyHyH8Y6Yt8OBo3wgr8cgOAtLUkVEF2m2X-Frcdo7g4qEe7xuR-MtYp8xiy4BLAmu1C2dG28MAM-bRdwvedvnn7FpHC6qnGxnHzaieQJQpc6eXyX2i1YugwhuPRoxxfin5/s1200/arbre%20pour%20insectes%20d.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="841" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt1uxqzXRcMqhWz1wY8_udSXw7S61udsY_hxyBzJjCIpkLBg7uOZV5r2ZxY0QyHyH8Y6Yt8OBo3wgr8cgOAtLUkVEF2m2X-Frcdo7g4qEe7xuR-MtYp8xiy4BLAmu1C2dG28MAM-bRdwvedvnn7FpHC6qnGxnHzaieQJQpc6eXyX2i1YugwhuPRoxxfin5/w448-h640/arbre%20pour%20insectes%20d.jpg" width="448" /></a></div><p></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Auguste, où es-tu ?<br />turlututu ! l'as tu vu<br />mon chapeau pointu ?</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://echos-de-mon-grenier.blogspot.com/">Tilia </a></span></i><br /></p><p></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGfKjDuIOqB1Jd-TEfpFF1B6JlJhrZhwvhae5aJp9rjyQn6UXQScU-OwPGee_T8LzGDMlcC3VZBEnE-PV7i5v6zLd_lKzCxwd0pYGslQJftPDvjd0kBVsZBhM2t4zjMwaSpyVI3i4vNVDg5jCnZ4r6n-skC5uILJ3bvAvVW-IjaP5WYuzu6ZS55cnnqPqW/s1200/arbre%20pour%20insectes.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="813" data-original-width="1200" height="434" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGfKjDuIOqB1Jd-TEfpFF1B6JlJhrZhwvhae5aJp9rjyQn6UXQScU-OwPGee_T8LzGDMlcC3VZBEnE-PV7i5v6zLd_lKzCxwd0pYGslQJftPDvjd0kBVsZBhM2t4zjMwaSpyVI3i4vNVDg5jCnZ4r6n-skC5uILJ3bvAvVW-IjaP5WYuzu6ZS55cnnqPqW/w640-h434/arbre%20pour%20insectes.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsz8EUr1Cd7PkoM6rUcLq0GEaIckhP-LOjzr2joDX1dNS6RBzZGk1C5oC6S3D23dO0siy_6-L4OP0FgZNVdCGa2s4iBfPzWvPnPRjl69sDUBF9uVedyr70EjIhj5b_aa4yZB1t8dC0NUrSH1qSsDKiLCkiusUUzwPw36yRtnhWMKH1VzN7gsq7mxrBZMp4/s1200/arbre%20pour%20insectes%20b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="818" data-original-width="1200" height="436" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsz8EUr1Cd7PkoM6rUcLq0GEaIckhP-LOjzr2joDX1dNS6RBzZGk1C5oC6S3D23dO0siy_6-L4OP0FgZNVdCGa2s4iBfPzWvPnPRjl69sDUBF9uVedyr70EjIhj5b_aa4yZB1t8dC0NUrSH1qSsDKiLCkiusUUzwPw36yRtnhWMKH1VzN7gsq7mxrBZMp4/w640-h436/arbre%20pour%20insectes%20b.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p><br /></p><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: large;"><i>petit pont de bois<br />balance au vent sa fourmi<br />monter plus haut</i></span></p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_x7bh32JZz_Aj7H5lZkwcxkIo9qIWPjTE3Bp_2qyWBBfEMzMrgvWPWWsZPD51FWVRJFFHZVRdA7BgiulQaXIi_Jirtmv7Mo4ZIOTNMzk_MobTuWwzSlx3O0FwiKEIp80b1ivKookBgm5HCvDuDXoLUZUn3pBsVDXxayoe4a92Y2V5EHXl3PbhiYq2mf6J/s2885/arbre%20pour%20insectes%20c.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2112" data-original-width="2885" height="293" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_x7bh32JZz_Aj7H5lZkwcxkIo9qIWPjTE3Bp_2qyWBBfEMzMrgvWPWWsZPD51FWVRJFFHZVRdA7BgiulQaXIi_Jirtmv7Mo4ZIOTNMzk_MobTuWwzSlx3O0FwiKEIp80b1ivKookBgm5HCvDuDXoLUZUn3pBsVDXxayoe4a92Y2V5EHXl3PbhiYq2mf6J/w400-h293/arbre%20pour%20insectes%20c.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Quand je mont' chez toi<br />Les petits loulous sont là<br />Je les prends dans mes bras<br />Et toi<br />Tu es à moi<br />Je vous amène au bois<br />Où les sorciers font leur Sabbat<br />Et pourquoi pas ?</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i> </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><a href="https://marinezou.blogspot.com/">Marine Dussarrat </a></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i> </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i> </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> Marches en colimaçon<br />Courent de bien belle façon<br />Tout autour du vieux tronc<br />Y'a même un petit pont<br />De bois et de ficelle<br />Pour le plaisir des demoiselles<br />Et des jolis garçons<br />Pour qui donc l'escalier ?<br />Pour insectes fatigués ?<br />Pour rongeurs affamés?<br />Ou pour nous faire rimer ?</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="color: #b45f06;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="color: #b45f06;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://lefildariane1234.blogspot.com/">La Licorne </a></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></div><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Aux quatre saisons<br />Ma sève vous donnerai<br />Aux petits et grands</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="Aux quatre saisons Ma sève vous donnerai Aux petits et grands"><span style="color: #b45f06;">Thérèse</span></a></span></i> <br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">"Vivre comme un arbre ! Quel accroissement ! Quelle profondeur ! Quelle
rectitude ! Quelle vérité ! Aussitôt, en nous, nous sentons les racines
travailler, nous sentons que le passé n'est pas mort, que nous avons
quelque chose à faire, aujourd'hui, dans notre vie obscure, dans notre
vie souterraine, dans notre vie solitaire, dans notre vie aérienne.
L'arbre est partout à la fois. La vieille racine – dans l'imagination il
n'y a pas de jeunes racines – va produire une fleur nouvelle.
L'imagination est un arbre. Elle a les vertus intégrantes de l'arbre.
Elle est racine et ramure. Elle vit entre terre et ciel. Elle vit dans
la terre et dans le vent. L'arbre imaginé est insensiblement l'arbre
cosmologique, l'arbre qui résume un univers, qui fait un univers." [1]<br /><br /></span></i> <i><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">[1] Bachelard, La Terre et les rêveries du repos, Corti, 1948-1971, p.299-300.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><a href="http://photograff.blogspot.com/">envoyé par Miss Yves </a></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i> </i></span><br /></div><p></p>Fifihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03037356889722268965noreply@blogger.com39tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399973742526044518.post-35870293908576032462023-08-08T15:20:00.004+02:002023-08-21T15:44:40.913+02:00Bienvenue ...<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZC0MpheLGTjU3MT3AA_39lMyVNYC6OQ-ifnhS-OTNHdaerAxySc_QEMOBwUJOAYJLDZ5qRw9InFATmkFaXgC3t7UZd2R3UHhubNciE9UsCSKXDmo8T9lX-e4zlYN-tcyTEHUWoL7OJQQZqT7wzW62i0pe5y-G7Ts68aV6a-CAXVlLJ5yHTF_i2hsrVx7G/s1200/tomi%20b.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZC0MpheLGTjU3MT3AA_39lMyVNYC6OQ-ifnhS-OTNHdaerAxySc_QEMOBwUJOAYJLDZ5qRw9InFATmkFaXgC3t7UZd2R3UHhubNciE9UsCSKXDmo8T9lX-e4zlYN-tcyTEHUWoL7OJQQZqT7wzW62i0pe5y-G7Ts68aV6a-CAXVlLJ5yHTF_i2hsrVx7G/s16000/tomi%20b.JPG" /></a></div><p></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>Tomy !</i></span><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYVN4Rq56kPVYHHTjaJ-3Av8HkI0yMbkvDnpEY0AuMY0Eu5QjxZZiq9iK2B9_vY4hj-5gJ8XxKovis_ffaR2sf0RB69wZHzUaLuOWiqZOuYQbF6x3IVyvu_uzjfMKUWOhY57jEd7jGd2WEcK6jEMIY32wwWkippTbVVorzMgrwr3fbbgHdfk3IFcIc4viV/s1200/tomi%20d.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="984" data-original-width="1200" height="524" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYVN4Rq56kPVYHHTjaJ-3Av8HkI0yMbkvDnpEY0AuMY0Eu5QjxZZiq9iK2B9_vY4hj-5gJ8XxKovis_ffaR2sf0RB69wZHzUaLuOWiqZOuYQbF6x3IVyvu_uzjfMKUWOhY57jEd7jGd2WEcK6jEMIY32wwWkippTbVVorzMgrwr3fbbgHdfk3IFcIc4viV/w640-h524/tomi%20d.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Tomy<br />Tout content<br />Remuant<br />Joli minois<br />Le poil de soie<br />Boule d'amour<br />Et pour toujours !!</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i> </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://marinezou.blogspot.com/">Marine Dussarrat </a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Tout un poème<br />Tomy fait connaissance<br />Amour assuré</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://toulouseatozbis.blogspot.com/">Thérèse</a></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><p></p><p></p>Fifihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03037356889722268965noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399973742526044518.post-81519444091361024172023-07-01T08:50:00.006+02:002023-07-16T14:23:27.500+02:00il pleut...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuJhwbpUYCpQIfLQjENJLVECMPjSv8wjXeg13gT_zkwDzFFHKDZz-YOforQLOP-E0W7bGNGYY4pTgNdB_SeBqT6vB2qz3R29nVXrE5GW110Xfk96dVyY0amlRp8xYfTU09wCEn7r6QX6C75iaHGKguCN21npVaXFgXJhf1f-b__-Fe3I6GGo0Yx6irp5yN/s1200/rose%20et%20pluie.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="770" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuJhwbpUYCpQIfLQjENJLVECMPjSv8wjXeg13gT_zkwDzFFHKDZz-YOforQLOP-E0W7bGNGYY4pTgNdB_SeBqT6vB2qz3R29nVXrE5GW110Xfk96dVyY0amlRp8xYfTU09wCEn7r6QX6C75iaHGKguCN21npVaXFgXJhf1f-b__-Fe3I6GGo0Yx6irp5yN/s16000/rose%20et%20pluie.jpg" /></a></div><p></p><div><p><br /> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i> emperler une rose<br />pour se faire une beauté<br />matin de juillet</i></span></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA1jnG2Gsk7vQ-SSF7jqdfcs1dWMtObjDng4DoxayMvh78Bm7BIUfnens8HAlfsyLr3HHi94G_OzQGpf8OirXqbchCDXwSfZjcqGTPweeoeI1mo7mz8asdiVez7YRzH_0ypt0BJfUrH4GG8S0jYDs0GtyGgwrHu50KRGB3mo1PXs4iggRU0C9djl54M5Jb/s1200/rose%20et%20pluie%20b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1165" data-original-width="1200" height="311" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA1jnG2Gsk7vQ-SSF7jqdfcs1dWMtObjDng4DoxayMvh78Bm7BIUfnens8HAlfsyLr3HHi94G_OzQGpf8OirXqbchCDXwSfZjcqGTPweeoeI1mo7mz8asdiVez7YRzH_0ypt0BJfUrH4GG8S0jYDs0GtyGgwrHu50KRGB3mo1PXs4iggRU0C9djl54M5Jb/s320/rose%20et%20pluie%20b.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> roses bien écloses<br />perles de pluie au matin<br />effet cristallin<br /><br />larmes de cristal<br />aux roses paupières des roses<br />averse estivale<br /><br />gouttes immobiles<br />au revers de ses pétales<br />la rose penchée</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://echos-de-mon-grenier.blogspot.com">Tilia </a></span></i><br /></p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGMWUdhsifCxbm2Q2vMc68A4ovnpT85sZ9XTIXDjdgXB3TKki76SXtIHgNkKkmKpcBIqNXVV2W7Wb5YTwDcBjr43_9bHmoi5RQxIzxZgfuFYQaFC5yAh8p-M2vLUKSVAp9r5Om4sDd4xPX2_oZRMMGP3fIltZ53gkrSJHLA7oZgeXkTV2Y1BFRxb_T3R9o/s1200/rose%20pluie%202023c.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="431" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGMWUdhsifCxbm2Q2vMc68A4ovnpT85sZ9XTIXDjdgXB3TKki76SXtIHgNkKkmKpcBIqNXVV2W7Wb5YTwDcBjr43_9bHmoi5RQxIzxZgfuFYQaFC5yAh8p-M2vLUKSVAp9r5Om4sDd4xPX2_oZRMMGP3fIltZ53gkrSJHLA7oZgeXkTV2Y1BFRxb_T3R9o/s16000/rose%20pluie%202023c.jpg" /></a></div><br /> </div><div> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>au compte-gouttes<br />quand le nuage se déverse<br />me recueillir</i></span><br /></div><div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>___</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">La pluie délicate<br />habille la rose fragile<br />de multiples perles</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://enviedenparler.blogspot.com/">Françoise</a></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> Par monts et par vaux<br />Eau de rose déclinée<br />Chantons le printemps</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span><a href="https://toulouseatozbis.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Thérèse</i></span></a></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Pleurer ou pleuvoir<br />joues de satin lèvres roses<br />en parler ou emperler</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://melimailart.blogspot.com/">Miss Yves</a></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> au petit matin<br />une rivière de diamant<br />pour la reine</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://lacachetteajosette.blogspot.com/">Josette T </a></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span>Perles de pluie, délicates,<br />tombées en légèreté<br />sur la soie des jupons de roses,<br />accordez vous !<br />Averses de l'orage,<br />fuyez et laissez les roses s'épanouir!</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://enitram-cheminfaisant.blogspot.com/">Enitram </a></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span>"“ C'est dans la rosée des petites choses que le coeur trouve son matin et se rafraîchit. ”<br /> <a href="https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gibran_Khalil_Gibran">Khalil Gibran</a></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://caurokea.blogspot.com/">envoyée par Marie-Paule </a></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span> </span>Elle parfume l'été<br />la rosée couleur rose<br />la rose embaumée</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><a href="https://marinezou.blogspot.com/">Marine Dussarrat</a></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i> </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i> La rosée, la rosée<br />Perle les choses<br />La rosée, la rosée<br />Préfère les roses<br />Arrosées, arrosées<br />Elles éclosent<br />L'art osé, l'art osé<br />Sur elles se pose<br />La rose, hé, la rose hé<br />S'ouvre en symbiose<br /><br /><a href="https://lefildariane1234.blogspot.com/">La Licorne</a></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i> </i></span> <br /></p></div>Fifihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03037356889722268965noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399973742526044518.post-61489253812499554842023-06-23T13:25:00.003+02:002023-06-25T18:36:40.900+02:00nénuphar...<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6xRtahz0yDFxn81tBRSSHgrdjNRnAcHEIos7Wsgu2_zTJldF0j0U7GPFD39TN01J5Fwlg7hyg9he4gIXVIDNncVju-jQ6CqwP_x4yPPaV_gQrph8psMP9mfO4VzaTKWEzzAJlRAISSVuVv8rfIl6JYNH676VJ9Zr_wlLst7bIYMcwJqh8F8jtD2XXXQ/s1200/n%C3%A9nuphars%20%202023.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="852" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6xRtahz0yDFxn81tBRSSHgrdjNRnAcHEIos7Wsgu2_zTJldF0j0U7GPFD39TN01J5Fwlg7hyg9he4gIXVIDNncVju-jQ6CqwP_x4yPPaV_gQrph8psMP9mfO4VzaTKWEzzAJlRAISSVuVv8rfIl6JYNH676VJ9Zr_wlLst7bIYMcwJqh8F8jtD2XXXQ/s16000/n%C3%A9nuphars%20%202023.jpg" /></a></div><p><br /> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i> Surgi de l'obscur<br />au ras de l'eau un soleil<br />douceur matinale</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>________ </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Il cache un secret<br />le fond de l’étang noirâtre <br /> un cabochon d’or<br /><a href="https://melimailart.blogspot.com/">Miss Yves</a></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i> </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">Le nénuphar jaune<br />s'étale langoureusement <br />sur le fil de l'eau... </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://enviedenparler.blogspot.com/">Françoise</a></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> Lever des soleils<br />émergeant de la mare<br />- les nénuphars </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://lacachetteajosette.blogspot.com">Josette T</a></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Dans l'eau noirâtre<br />Au beau milieu du grand lac<br />Brille un soleil</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://enitram-cheminfaisant.blogspot.com/">Enitram </a></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></p><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">La mare aux canards?<br />Non! La mare aux nénuphars<br />Envol de Louis d'Or.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://toulouseatozbis.blogspot.com/">Thérèse</a></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Sur la mare<br />les nénuphars vanille<br />ont ressuscité<br />miracle au mois de juin<br />ils ont surgi de la vase</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://marinezou.blogspot.com/">Marine Dussarrat </a></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i><br /></div><div><p></p></div>Fifihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03037356889722268965noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399973742526044518.post-47201641251844096992023-06-19T22:01:00.002+02:002023-06-20T08:41:32.972+02:00hommage...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9zgpk8yMdxmZAC60UqdALV3JtrZ2mmWpGRf7qZZVkkSm66aWaLzyOqZfm3xSJ6R1oK5uoLNxCcTXhb03mlK3_f22vpQ8YHdpnH-JG9UGM6V4GPmoAro5kIkY9epKU5T6UZm_9si_8I6GQELQg2DtmxpWlu3D_5ZE7WeNbSXvOlFF-OMvRqJUP4V8TBg7A/s1080/la%20fameuse%20desherbeuse%20couch%C3%A9e.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9zgpk8yMdxmZAC60UqdALV3JtrZ2mmWpGRf7qZZVkkSm66aWaLzyOqZfm3xSJ6R1oK5uoLNxCcTXhb03mlK3_f22vpQ8YHdpnH-JG9UGM6V4GPmoAro5kIkY9epKU5T6UZm_9si_8I6GQELQg2DtmxpWlu3D_5ZE7WeNbSXvOlFF-OMvRqJUP4V8TBg7A/s16000/la%20fameuse%20desherbeuse%20couch%C3%A9e.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>à mon maraîcher bio...et</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>" à la fameuse desherbeuse couchée" :-)<br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i> </i></span></p><br /><div class="xdj266r x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs x126k92a" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: start;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">"Des nouvelles de la ferme :</span></i></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: start;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Déjà 29 jours SANS UNE GOUTTE DE PLUIE : autrement dit : Quentin (chargé de l’irrigation) se lève tôt chaque matin pour mettre en route les pompes, les asperseurs et l’enrouleur pour que les jeunes plants se développent sans stress !</span></i></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: start;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Toutefois, l’absence de pluie n’empêche pas les mauvaises herbes de se développer et cette semaine ce sont les PANAIS qui concentrent notre attention : DÉSHERBAGE, parfois réalisé avec notre fameuse « désherbeuse <span style="font-family: inherit;"></span>couchée » <span class="x3nfvp2 x1j61x8r x1fcty0u xdj266r xhhsvwb xat24cr xgzva0m xxymvpz xlup9mm x1kky2od" style="display: inline-flex; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpKENuWMswQkDg8j9hVLo73EWjoor5ESkX5C-UG4j54-4AmHHUUzQ4n720y2QR8GSC5xG0vkfYSSwYhKYG_YyyYgL45RFPx57UKXUGJxWvR1FIJ-1D5b1IR9QagDxkV1Pog2IioitUX1xwf8Du-Lv4dpITmEmoHdyzbPn96Sqgnsll2I_6UDZmsRnaZQ/s1200/vacances%202023%20b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpKENuWMswQkDg8j9hVLo73EWjoor5ESkX5C-UG4j54-4AmHHUUzQ4n720y2QR8GSC5xG0vkfYSSwYhKYG_YyyYgL45RFPx57UKXUGJxWvR1FIJ-1D5b1IR9QagDxkV1Pog2IioitUX1xwf8Du-Lv4dpITmEmoHdyzbPn96Sqgnsll2I_6UDZmsRnaZQ/s16000/vacances%202023%20b.jpg" /></a></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><br /> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i> Pour Tilia ma chère détective</i></span>.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitw-lyS6vWRoinygxmaHY500fEIdi0YVLZYBEOZcwFHZxZbfYoIdu2ntDbDmk27CtHB3Db7FU1MfmlIafU0F4EkdMWRrPs3c_b4PMKDJZUX_SYROagZcfky0XZ_HOkZvX4A5zK-ZcezslvwEPVpj_poLEzzswvW242SyJzF60t-j17W6JHGtoVWZ_tXw/s1200/vacances%202023e.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="752" data-original-width="1200" height="402" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitw-lyS6vWRoinygxmaHY500fEIdi0YVLZYBEOZcwFHZxZbfYoIdu2ntDbDmk27CtHB3Db7FU1MfmlIafU0F4EkdMWRrPs3c_b4PMKDJZUX_SYROagZcfky0XZ_HOkZvX4A5zK-ZcezslvwEPVpj_poLEzzswvW242SyJzF60t-j17W6JHGtoVWZ_tXw/w640-h402/vacances%202023e.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> Prends l'été<br />du bon côté<br />Prends la vie<br />Comme elle est<br />Le soleil et la mer<br />reflètent le bonheur</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://marinezou.blogspot.com/">Marine Dussarrat</a></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i> <br /></p>Fifihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03037356889722268965noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399973742526044518.post-54921775696163882562023-05-28T13:58:00.002+02:002023-06-04T21:42:22.155+02:00"s'incliner..."<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzdlZlEK4KroA6MBmpMjjYFi9_Rp9uSjRG1b6Nda8H08FASNbLQppWt3JuzsbyjNW_njwnNg-wTbfuUnWzqw49AC6iTWRG2ldElON2O6jkVxkbePw7jrrN4FT2Nc_BmTXJ0hBRzK-QERQ8f9mgqGwSDeWsaNEkmhdkr4ZxIw9iVYMFIVS6AnJhjt7ekA/s1200/se%20courber%20sous%20le%20vent.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="864" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzdlZlEK4KroA6MBmpMjjYFi9_Rp9uSjRG1b6Nda8H08FASNbLQppWt3JuzsbyjNW_njwnNg-wTbfuUnWzqw49AC6iTWRG2ldElON2O6jkVxkbePw7jrrN4FT2Nc_BmTXJ0hBRzK-QERQ8f9mgqGwSDeWsaNEkmhdkr4ZxIw9iVYMFIVS6AnJhjt7ekA/s16000/se%20courber%20sous%20le%20vent.jpg" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Parfois, il faut prendre le temps de s'incliner devant la nature. <br />Sa puissance majestueuse ne vous impose pas seulement le respect : <br />elle vous permet aussi de souffler quelques instants, d'oublier les soucis des pauvres fourmis que nous sommes"</span></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia;">Patrick Bauwen<br /><u>Seul à savoir </u></span> </i></span><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Façon drapeau<br />bleuets et coquelicots<br />claquent au vent<br />ils balancent leurs étoffes<br />et célèbrent la saison !</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://marinezou.blogspot.com/">Marine Dussarrat </a></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Tu t'inclines<br />je m'inclines<br />face aux beautés de la nature<br />Je suis encline... à m'incliner !!!</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://marinezou.blogspot.com/">Marine Dussarrat </a></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i><span style="font-size: large;"><i> <br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></p>Fifihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03037356889722268965noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399973742526044518.post-60204837789796022422023-05-18T08:02:00.005+02:002023-05-26T12:23:03.408+02:00menace ?<div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTZlyMzhXc_FDxC8OMmCruYPeLPy451LVuwR9CxDhSKa41lXdpDIm8zLMOYDWU_-1Ajabqb-0TZw5OaC1tP9C0W7CUmlzXTbQWz9_EoSqF6pv-c6iOOfkE9_GNMmxyT6g_jIj0irwI0NAY8TALbYYMCCe88kb6FQ-hypxKr9G8zU6_6vSKou1oNYHM9Q/s1200/printemps%202023.djpg.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="634" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTZlyMzhXc_FDxC8OMmCruYPeLPy451LVuwR9CxDhSKa41lXdpDIm8zLMOYDWU_-1Ajabqb-0TZw5OaC1tP9C0W7CUmlzXTbQWz9_EoSqF6pv-c6iOOfkE9_GNMmxyT6g_jIj0irwI0NAY8TALbYYMCCe88kb6FQ-hypxKr9G8zU6_6vSKou1oNYHM9Q/s16000/printemps%202023.djpg.jpg" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>entre ciel et terre</i></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><i>la pluie sera-t-elle douce ?</i></span><span style="font-size: large;"><i> </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i> tulipes inquiètes</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i> ______</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i> </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">“L'arc n'atteint pas toujours la cible qu'il menace.” </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Horace</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://caurokea.blogspot.com">envoyée par Marie-Paule </a></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Quand la pluie s'annonce<br />Tulipes, pivoines et roses<br />ont du souci à se faire...<br />Ma mie votre carnation<br />s'en trouve-t-elle affectée ?</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://marinezou.blogspot.com/">Marine Dussarrat</a></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i><br /></div><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Au ras des fleurettes<br />sentir l'orage approcher<br />les oiseaux se taisent </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i> </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><a href="https://melimailart.blogspot.com/">Miss Yves</a></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i> </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i> </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">le jour où la pluie viendra<br />nous serons toi et moi<br />les fiancés du monde<br />allongés dans le sainfoin<br />avec les nuages pour témoins<br />malgré l'orage grondant au loin<br />les jolies corolles des fleurs<br />nous feront une haie d'honneur<br />pour célébrer notre bonheur<br />et les arbres pleurant de joie<br />nous offriront dans leurs bras<br />les plus beaux fruits du monde"<span face="arial, sans-serif" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #4d5156; display: inline; float: none; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"> <br /></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Pierre Delanoë </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Gilbert Bécaud</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"> </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><a href="https://echos-de-mon-grenier.blogspot.com/">envoyé par Tilia </a></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"> </span></i></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div></div>Fifihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03037356889722268965noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399973742526044518.post-28381884102780954322023-04-28T18:09:00.005+02:002023-05-11T10:08:47.200+02:00"Dans la pâquerette fragile..."<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjULBGT-Sz52xeaaTpuCR1sacVaNh6N5Bd0YX09mtccMWgRjao5nQX_pblIJibmP0my4ma2EX7CoHhVigLLxTV-ORMazksBwfgPf9GQ48Unf1T80UPc8REFgG0Ol56gLYdHjMS_RGmy2zUPkqHg3XMgUJWNp6qivNJRJQpQBkAkRw0vZOPBmyHKWy6d9A/s1200/printemps%202023c.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjULBGT-Sz52xeaaTpuCR1sacVaNh6N5Bd0YX09mtccMWgRjao5nQX_pblIJibmP0my4ma2EX7CoHhVigLLxTV-ORMazksBwfgPf9GQ48Unf1T80UPc8REFgG0Ol56gLYdHjMS_RGmy2zUPkqHg3XMgUJWNp6qivNJRJQpQBkAkRw0vZOPBmyHKWy6d9A/s16000/printemps%202023c.jpg" /></a></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>"C’est venu ce matin…<br />Sans tes mots, sans ta voix, ton rire époustouflant<br />Avancer dans la vie deviendrait éreintant<br />La solitude, le deuil et bien sûr le printemps<br />Ont fait jaillir tes mots merveilleux, résistants <br />Te lire ou t’écouter exalte le vivant.<br />Où puisais-tu cela dans un monde assommant ?<br />A la barbe des nuages<br />Au front des chênes géants<br />Dans la pâquerette fragile ou dans<br />Le coquelicot » fleurissant par surprise »<br />Tu faisais reculer la laideur menaçante<br />Tes livres à mes côtés et j’étais conquérante …<br />Je n’ai jamais osé t’écrire de ton vivant<br />J’ai appris qu’il fallait oser, absolument.<br />Gratitude infinie envers toi, cher Christian."<br />Chantal Bouley </i></span><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoJRAAaZK-OF-G8koVxdLduocecd2XBFXgApBgy-M9y7WqqfW-AjqMBlWW5dj-YMAVrShzV7dTD8hY6nKTV-qYylNwY8-oBQ3u4QLsXhhIIUQJHPVXj-nJXMnOhBcBz9PLmjezzLH59d-tc4bg4wjdoYK6rb6DPuBf7ii0UO87xLNfAFyh07SOfU1_aQ/s1196/printemps%202023.bjpg.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="799" data-original-width="1196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoJRAAaZK-OF-G8koVxdLduocecd2XBFXgApBgy-M9y7WqqfW-AjqMBlWW5dj-YMAVrShzV7dTD8hY6nKTV-qYylNwY8-oBQ3u4QLsXhhIIUQJHPVXj-nJXMnOhBcBz9PLmjezzLH59d-tc4bg4wjdoYK6rb6DPuBf7ii0UO87xLNfAFyh07SOfU1_aQ/s16000/printemps%202023.bjpg.jpg" /></a></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">"Le moins absurde, ce sont les fleurs. Elles sont des cris de toutes les couleurs. </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">La moindre pâquerette cherche désespérément à se faire entendre de nous. Sa parole c'est sa couleur...</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Des souffles colorés traversent le pré. Les fleurs sont les premières gouttes de pluie de l'éternel" </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Christian Bobin <u>L'homme-joie</u> </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRXojWVvdL2I3U6ypmnUChO7i2RMdrO2cp6ixTxdvR4kFwPhtS7ma8A00m1LArqIHkvMUynZvh-I_WRePT1IdyvLHDfxcKwU0__ytlyWQiobKn9FzwciZv82pY8ps6_i1kuHhsdhVxOF7FGfOankUkhJ-TQ6tgPTM-AkKe2W7Jv4WcgASm9Cr9Gq-j1A/s1200/printemps%202023.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRXojWVvdL2I3U6ypmnUChO7i2RMdrO2cp6ixTxdvR4kFwPhtS7ma8A00m1LArqIHkvMUynZvh-I_WRePT1IdyvLHDfxcKwU0__ytlyWQiobKn9FzwciZv82pY8ps6_i1kuHhsdhVxOF7FGfOankUkhJ-TQ6tgPTM-AkKe2W7Jv4WcgASm9Cr9Gq-j1A/s16000/printemps%202023.jpg" /></a></div><p><br /> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> ouvertes mais discrètes<br />les candides pâquerettes<br />chuchotent à tue-tête<br /><br />un chant de bonheur<br />pour célébrer l'arbre en fleurs<br />vibrant de splendeur</span></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://echos-de-mon-grenier.blogspot.com/">Tilia </a></span></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Neige au mois de mai<br />au balcon ce n’est point Pâques<br />mais les pâquerettes </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></span></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Au flou des images<br />cueillons des bribes de joie<br />bien fou qui s’en prive</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://photograff.blogspot.com/">Miss Yves </a></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Est venue la pâquerette<br />et puis le coquelicot<br />en même temps que la rose...<br />Oh la belle nature de mai<br />qui explose et nous émerveille<br />La stellaire et la violette<br />poussent au bord du fossé<br />et dans l'herbe haute<br />odorante et mouvante<br />tout un monde empressé<br />ne connait pas la contrainte.<br /><br />A poussé le coquelicot<br />a neigé la pâquerette<br />a embaumé la rose ancienne...</i></span><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://marinezou.blogspot.com/">Marine Dussarrat</a></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></p><p></p>Fifihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03037356889722268965noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399973742526044518.post-68905687245697940642023-04-12T10:08:00.005+02:002023-04-28T08:36:53.339+02:00printemps...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZCQYtM_PhlgxmLSmACFr05r59RLFzBji3YgXieOksChVwDrLs0dlrm18uyVikaroTvs7ILns0V6-9wC0_Fj9NwSUcHI_PZmV4Wiz8mP7KXkm7a6As8qMP7jwdG7JajkI4OryxGXIrJatneWngP8OaaZjSlU9nO18tzjZ7CLwKPN9JZdDFwt41Kp7HQA/s1200/prunus%202023.bjpg.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZCQYtM_PhlgxmLSmACFr05r59RLFzBji3YgXieOksChVwDrLs0dlrm18uyVikaroTvs7ILns0V6-9wC0_Fj9NwSUcHI_PZmV4Wiz8mP7KXkm7a6As8qMP7jwdG7JajkI4OryxGXIrJatneWngP8OaaZjSlU9nO18tzjZ7CLwKPN9JZdDFwt41Kp7HQA/s16000/prunus%202023.bjpg.jpg" /></a></div><p></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">goutte de ciel bleu<br />suspendue à la branche<br />d'un myrobolan</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://echos-de-mon-grenier.blogspot.com/">Tilia </a></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Un peintre audacieux<br />a joué du rose et or<br />avril en fanfare</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://photograff.blogspot.com/">Miss Yves </a></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span>Hanami d'avril<br />autour de la pagode<br />le souffle du bonheur</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://marinezou.blogspot.com">Marine Dussarrat </a></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i><br /></p>Fifihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03037356889722268965noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399973742526044518.post-26284748872060888302023-04-10T19:51:00.001+02:002023-04-11T11:39:23.536+02:00en toutes circonstances...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgniKolzdtnPy_GNEDcf2Mcw9-NYaJxpEDi5MstRebUMaqviopSziHoQBfSeOsK8k_IlivKwFJrPE3GvtFIutwWDAQ3VMovbBIdKsXqDk3yntSAgJj70wWrcMUy7KJSACIF8KNGuh5CleYxEKOa05gQGE-vsShjtfqscSjZGCuLFBS8aQ-re6qnOw194Q/s1200/R%C3%A9cemment%20mis%20%C3%A0%20jour14-001.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="867" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgniKolzdtnPy_GNEDcf2Mcw9-NYaJxpEDi5MstRebUMaqviopSziHoQBfSeOsK8k_IlivKwFJrPE3GvtFIutwWDAQ3VMovbBIdKsXqDk3yntSAgJj70wWrcMUy7KJSACIF8KNGuh5CleYxEKOa05gQGE-vsShjtfqscSjZGCuLFBS8aQ-re6qnOw194Q/s16000/R%C3%A9cemment%20mis%20%C3%A0%20jour14-001.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;">et positions...</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;">restons <br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">ZEN</span><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> ____________</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Tout revêtu d'or<br />Au dessus des montagnes<br />Boudha suprême</span></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://toulouseatozbis.blogspot.com/"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></i></a><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><a href="https://toulouseatozbis.blogspot.com">Thérèse</a></i></span></span><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">tout en méditant<br />ils font des mains et des pieds<br />les bouddhas en or</span></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://echos-de-mon-grenier.blogspot.com/">Tilia</a></span></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Dorés, rubiconds<br />l'air finaud ou bonasse<br />avec dix orteils<br />je les ai comptés<br />Des bouddha zen</span></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://marinezou.blogspot.com/">Marine Dussarrat</a></span></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Longs doigts effilés <br />ventre replet débonnaire <br />le yin et le yang</span></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://melimailart.blogspot.com/">Miss Yves</a></span></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> Poudre au yeux qu’est l’or<br />s’ouvre en soi le paysage<br />le vide et le plein</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://melimailart.blogspot.com/">Miss Yves </a></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i><br /></p>Fifihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03037356889722268965noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399973742526044518.post-70300503781563214002023-03-30T17:26:00.008+02:002023-04-06T09:33:32.290+02:00Chut !...<div><div><div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVXU0UlqUiJYvz1RnOO4H05MrIGpwg2t5O1ZLyt8p0kVW19LbapT3W3oeEYSvmJJzB78Gzhq6SiScCMaxQOwOwvbqFtclkJNpb7tBwGPHILklHxFe6EI1Es3RXxXgP4I9yM0MfQZwppqw4yGhs-n-JnP8axQlf1uy-dtvOpxsez_iuytf5VDAp-Iz6Jw/s1200/Luang%20Prabang%20Laos%20ojpg.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVXU0UlqUiJYvz1RnOO4H05MrIGpwg2t5O1ZLyt8p0kVW19LbapT3W3oeEYSvmJJzB78Gzhq6SiScCMaxQOwOwvbqFtclkJNpb7tBwGPHILklHxFe6EI1Es3RXxXgP4I9yM0MfQZwppqw4yGhs-n-JnP8axQlf1uy-dtvOpxsez_iuytf5VDAp-Iz6Jw/s16000/Luang%20Prabang%20Laos%20ojpg.jpg" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>"Qui va là, sans bruit, dans les bois ?"</i></span><br /></div><p></p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB_zz67aGxLLRnfY0ZOzIsodkV5Z386O6EwE8PpUzhHG1Ql32yP9DL_DRkZwCRpMIdmiyUrRIs9Y6UX9vGYUNhWBRQmdWyEmBMpZC-C8g17bQhNsrYT3NSeE5GZORMVOOEBzBI209c7lCy6V3aks8GLkG86ukTqFphZf45NFoA6oQfvQEmmDswkUZvbA/s1200/Luang%20Prabang%20Laos%20n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="706" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB_zz67aGxLLRnfY0ZOzIsodkV5Z386O6EwE8PpUzhHG1Ql32yP9DL_DRkZwCRpMIdmiyUrRIs9Y6UX9vGYUNhWBRQmdWyEmBMpZC-C8g17bQhNsrYT3NSeE5GZORMVOOEBzBI209c7lCy6V3aks8GLkG86ukTqFphZf45NFoA6oQfvQEmmDswkUZvbA/s16000/Luang%20Prabang%20Laos%20n.jpg" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> Planète si belle<br />du plus gros au plus petit<br />si admirable<br />de la moindre goutte d'eau<br />à la mousse des bois...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://marinezou.blogspot.com/">Marine Dussarrat </a></span></i><br /></div><p></p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtsPQ4L4WXkXNHTGuYQy4QhSpMlpP22tvgVPxJUFit7zKaNiSI1pDDlgjRlTfhBqivHAWLh5Z2K1CHK7Ww5kqqoccM_iBNCmCGxAvmfQGmw-63bszibcFRLvV38KOq_NlmlZ-AEIpggXlA4AGOXnh3tr1zW0z5TLrt_OM61XFx5jUAiXhx3rDokGaibw/w640-h426/Luang%20Prabang%20Laos%20l.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> matin de printemps -<br />en tenue de carnaval<br />ce coléoptère !</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://lacachetteajosette.blogspot.com/">Josette T </a></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">en haut d'un poteau<br />Capricorne aux longues antennes<br />pose pour la photo</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://echos-de-mon-grenier.blogspot.com/">Tilia </a></span></i><br /></p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS19EXpmABTGSjFw3dIBRwByO-uOvreSWX7DtTG7AUj2dKVCgynPYzcmQ5KIg-5OyzhBJd8e4HElffIx-hqJhcyywhjuRpHTNfOfHPaShcJ24EsPMMNuDynbqtCFUgatPHCxjDVEd8g__b3VGvdWHnB9I7nNlsKRW42CIH8SUNc9Y0IfB3KCL8SlmEqA/s1200/Luang%20Prabang%20Laos%20p.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="581" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS19EXpmABTGSjFw3dIBRwByO-uOvreSWX7DtTG7AUj2dKVCgynPYzcmQ5KIg-5OyzhBJd8e4HElffIx-hqJhcyywhjuRpHTNfOfHPaShcJ24EsPMMNuDynbqtCFUgatPHCxjDVEd8g__b3VGvdWHnB9I7nNlsKRW42CIH8SUNc9Y0IfB3KCL8SlmEqA/w310-h640/Luang%20Prabang%20Laos%20p.jpg" width="310" /></a></div><p><br /> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> "La nature agit, l'homme fait.”<br />Emmanuel Kant</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://photos-promenade.be/">Suzanne </a></span></i><br /></p><p> </p><p></p>Fifihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03037356889722268965noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399973742526044518.post-41533048153718637582023-03-17T13:21:00.004+01:002023-03-28T20:44:40.426+02:00alignés...<div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxcLervx4mj7NLMNOnk9Mt7AWII-ZhIq9kC4gQ2DWUUmTead1GGIGFkQajxG1lc7Wpw22BDiqBnk3S-Ai6kcHxyJJB43xKccEsew0BdkYqOaTDbGi622ygGiNtadzjhC9nhM7FLiw12d43Bb446UyblMlL_2vKPoZifbSJevU70RdItww84ucSNa4j-g/s1200/align%C3%A9s.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="880" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxcLervx4mj7NLMNOnk9Mt7AWII-ZhIq9kC4gQ2DWUUmTead1GGIGFkQajxG1lc7Wpw22BDiqBnk3S-Ai6kcHxyJJB43xKccEsew0BdkYqOaTDbGi622ygGiNtadzjhC9nhM7FLiw12d43Bb446UyblMlL_2vKPoZifbSJevU70RdItww84ucSNa4j-g/s16000/align%C3%A9s.jpg" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i> pas tout à fait...</i></span><br /></p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixtn4kQJ8BXpo8nYqBBRnMjzus10z9LqoAoaUf5AphyUXgJkWgLN10rBKyWiQ2Omv1oBsUl5kklpjE9oXlYUO96-gcrSJnSO4qDxwEHxOC8IUYX7zCWLwGA6VjndWVsSdlrcxgtDoVzKx0HHs-l7h_tq2rZhd_WoXwIfoh1aNGY8KqnAHyMSThbeuzWw/s1200/Luang%20Prabang%20Laos.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixtn4kQJ8BXpo8nYqBBRnMjzus10z9LqoAoaUf5AphyUXgJkWgLN10rBKyWiQ2Omv1oBsUl5kklpjE9oXlYUO96-gcrSJnSO4qDxwEHxOC8IUYX7zCWLwGA6VjndWVsSdlrcxgtDoVzKx0HHs-l7h_tq2rZhd_WoXwIfoh1aNGY8KqnAHyMSThbeuzWw/s16000/Luang%20Prabang%20Laos.jpg" /></a></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">dans la file d'attente<br />bronzes orangés, mal rangés<br />dieux en or, en ordre </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://echos-de-mon-grenier.blogspot.com/">Tilia</a></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span>Pour Au fil <br />casques bourgeonnants<br />en file indienne ?<br />Crânes bien rasés<br />en tenues oranges</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://marinezou.blogspot.com">Marine Dussarrat </a></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i><br /></div><p></p>Fifihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03037356889722268965noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399973742526044518.post-13994988249873629762023-03-12T17:51:00.004+01:002023-03-15T09:50:53.491+01:00tendre la main...<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7uKv9AxZZuIavbzc6mistYuxDSIa47h_9PdjkYrpOi61xCnsHI6v4mbXQC5vfopItLN54X2Qx0eRHMAIoNdgO6c-9RhqHOxFcHQs89nmQKKoyzQCOQhfCEK9fAte775Jj2f362b4jUaOKnvJKRbZ3qp45QRROmZTyqBbYJejmInhN4Lc2lgaBns2kSQ/s1200/Luang%20Prabang%20Laos.djpg.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7uKv9AxZZuIavbzc6mistYuxDSIa47h_9PdjkYrpOi61xCnsHI6v4mbXQC5vfopItLN54X2Qx0eRHMAIoNdgO6c-9RhqHOxFcHQs89nmQKKoyzQCOQhfCEK9fAte775Jj2f362b4jUaOKnvJKRbZ3qp45QRROmZTyqBbYJejmInhN4Lc2lgaBns2kSQ/s16000/Luang%20Prabang%20Laos.djpg.jpg" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>prendre la main<br />pour tenir debout<br />les pieds dans la boue</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i> ______</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">une main tendue<br />et l'équilibre rétabli<br />le coeur s'apaise</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://lacachetteajosette.blogspot.com/">Josette T</a> </span></i><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i> "C'est le pied qui avance<br />à pas sûr, à pas lent<br />c'est la main qui se tend"</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sJaRZoIz97g">Georges Moustaki</a></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><a href="https://echos-de-mon-grenier.blogspot.com/">envoyé par Tilia </a><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i> <br /></i></span></p><br />Fifihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03037356889722268965noreply@blogger.com20