tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83480471325649697312012-02-03T07:10:10.241-08:00Cinabrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00277230641655315782noreply@blogger.comBlogger161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348047132564969731.post-25794295604336008432011-10-14T05:38:00.000-07:002011-10-14T05:47:21.521-07:00Fraichement cueillies...<br />Sur la pointe des pieds<br />Cheveux encore<br />Embroussaillés<br />Au sortir du vers <br />Nid douillet...<br />De si jolies fleurs <br />Issues à peine nées<br />Des rêves de Puce<br />Pour Gayaneh...<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Zfz8NDN7xU/TpgvKl72ojI/AAAAAAAAAXM/2OzQEhSKxb0/s1600/SDC12890.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Zfz8NDN7xU/TpgvKl72ojI/AAAAAAAAAXM/2OzQEhSKxb0/s320/SDC12890.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ejXtVcZxyGY/TpgtJKgECpI/AAAAAAAAAW8/emwK5TQA6ME/s1600/SDC12883.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8348047132564969731-2579429560433600843?l=santa-azul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinabrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00277230641655315782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348047132564969731.post-25318935466675766052011-10-13T04:57:00.000-07:002011-10-14T06:02:41.352-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-awVwjVnMLJI/TpgyXWKWKHI/AAAAAAAAAXU/GO6CnGK11o8/s1600/Photo+926.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></div>Sur chacun de mes actes<br />De mes décisions<br />Je démêle ce fil<br />Cil ne doit plus m'étrangler<br />Déliée libérée<br />Je ne suis pas le centre<br />Ni mes rêves l'intérêt<br />Ceux des enfants<br />Uniquement comptent<br />Les exaucer<br />Force de constater<br />Chaque jour<br />Les progrès<br />Confirmation<br />Que sagesse et foi<br />Ne peuvent que bien<br />Diriger mes pas...<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgUhP449xps/Tpgy4o0LVbI/AAAAAAAAAXc/-95q8olSbns/s1600/Photo+926.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgUhP449xps/Tpgy4o0LVbI/AAAAAAAAAXc/-95q8olSbns/s320/Photo+926.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8348047132564969731-2531893546667576605?l=santa-azul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinabrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00277230641655315782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348047132564969731.post-24028682551404751992011-10-12T14:56:00.000-07:002011-10-13T04:44:56.057-07:00Au fil les lignes<br />Charmantes, toutes noires<br />Courbes pointes<br />Une à une...<br />Points et virgules<br />Jolie portée<br />Au jour le jour<br />Émue et muette<br />Les yeux embués<br />Je les ai attendues<br />Puis comptées...<br />Perchés sur mes cils<br />Mes vœux&nbsp; mes espoirs<br />Mes petits secrets<br />Un à un...<br />Égrainés<br />L'un après l'autre<br />Tous délaissés.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3Peb-YJyvQ/TpYS2f2AH7I/AAAAAAAAAWc/Vyhip8YKErc/s1600/hirondelles.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="156" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3Peb-YJyvQ/TpYS2f2AH7I/AAAAAAAAAWc/Vyhip8YKErc/s320/hirondelles.gif" width="320" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8348047132564969731-2402868255140475199?l=santa-azul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinabrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00277230641655315782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348047132564969731.post-83628083809847729202011-10-07T04:17:00.000-07:002011-10-07T04:17:05.437-07:00Tout à coup un grand hanneton vint à passer, et, l’ayant aperçue, il entoura son corps délicat de ses pattes et s’envola avec elle dans un arbre. Quant à la feuille verte, elle continua à descendre la rivière avec le papillon, qui ne pouvait s’en détacher.<br />Dieu sait quelle fut la frayeur de la pauvre petite Poucette quand le hanneton l’emporta dans l’arbre&nbsp;! Cependant elle plaignait surtout le beau papillon blanc qu’elle avait attaché à la feuille, et qui mourrait de faim, s’il ne parvenait pas à s’en défaire. Mais le hanneton ne se souciait pas de tout cela&nbsp;; il la fit asseoir sur la plus grande <span><span class="pagenum" id="236" title="Page:Andersen_-_Contes_d'Andersen,_traduit_par_Soldi,_Librairie_Hachette_et_Cie,_1876.djvu/247"></span></span>feuille de l’arbre, la régala du suc des fleurs, et quoiqu’elle ne ressemblât nullement à un hanneton, il lui fit mille compliments de sa beauté.<br />Bientôt tous les autres hannetons habitant le même arbre vinrent lui rendre visite. Les demoiselles<br /><div class="center"> <div class="floatnone"><a class="image" href="http://fr.wikisource.org/wiki/Fichier:Bertall_ill_La_Petite_Poucette2.png" title="Vignette de Bertall"><img alt="Vignette de Bertall" height="300" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/2/2d/Bertall_ill_La_Petite_Poucette2.png/300px-Bertall_ill_La_Petite_Poucette2.png" width="300" /></a></div></div><br />hannetons, en la voyant, remuèrent leurs antennes et dirent&nbsp;:<br />«&nbsp;Quelle misère&nbsp;! elle n’a que deux jambes.<br />— Et pas d’antennes, ajouta une d’elles&nbsp;; elle <span><span class="pagenum" id="237" title="Page:Andersen_-_Contes_d'Andersen,_traduit_par_Soldi,_Librairie_Hachette_et_Cie,_1876.djvu/248"></span></span>est maigre, svelte, elle ressemble à un homme. Oh&nbsp;! quelle est laide&nbsp;!&nbsp;»<br />Cependant la petite Poucette était charmante&nbsp;; mais, quoique le hanneton qui l’avait enlevée la trouvât belle, en entendant les autres, il finit par la croire laide et ne voulut plus d’elle. On la fit donc descendre de l’arbre, et on la posa sur une pâquerette en lui rendant sa liberté.<br />La petite se mit à pleurer de ce que les hannetons l’avaient renvoyée à cause de sa laideur&nbsp;; cependant elle était on ne peut plus ravissante<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8348047132564969731-8362808380984772920?l=santa-azul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinabrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00277230641655315782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348047132564969731.post-54442316125806550992011-08-12T15:23:00.000-07:002011-08-12T15:23:37.830-07:00J'ai la gorge nouée<br />Autour de mon cou<br />Chapelet de maux<br />Pardon si je meurs<br />L'amour m'étrangle<br />De sa chaude<br />Main tant chérie<br />J'en connais<br />Tout le contour<br />M'empreinte<br />Ma vie ... <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--SlVs1FEOxE/TkWnyktYj2I/AAAAAAAAAWM/hs8ZxvhorcI/s1600/den+lille+havfrue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--SlVs1FEOxE/TkWnyktYj2I/AAAAAAAAAWM/hs8ZxvhorcI/s320/den+lille+havfrue.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8348047132564969731-5444231612580655099?l=santa-azul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinabrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00277230641655315782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348047132564969731.post-15766753086017437762011-08-05T05:33:00.000-07:002011-08-05T05:36:33.637-07:00Née mine<br />Grave d'Argent<br />Fin de course<br />Solitaire<br />Radeau<br />J'agonise<br />Je temps<br />La dernière<br />Carte<br />Sans plus <br />De mise<br />Ni mystère<br />Ma vie<br />En je<br />Enfin.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ObmV5jw9xa4/TjvjyH45QdI/AAAAAAAAAWI/ABfaaPWBSqI/s1600/220px-YanDargentPoucette.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ObmV5jw9xa4/TjvjyH45QdI/AAAAAAAAAWI/ABfaaPWBSqI/s320/220px-YanDargentPoucette.jpg" width="219" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8348047132564969731-1576675308601743776?l=santa-azul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinabrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00277230641655315782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348047132564969731.post-71813825503935035382011-08-05T03:26:00.000-07:002011-08-09T14:55:53.186-07:00L'Amour de la créature est la voie vers l’adoration du créateur .<br />L'Amour créa la littérature la voix d'Or à Sion .<br />Amour de la voie sans rature l'anneau d'Or ardeur.<br />L'Âme de l'Art créa sûre de voir Dieu en Or...<br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofwJQC_Upt4/TjvHI2pPPTI/AAAAAAAAAWE/l0sBIEojK7g/s1600/wizard-of-oz-the-8-x-10-black-white-photo-great-movie-still-photo-of-the-all-four-walking-along-the-yellow-brick-road-signed-sincerely-judy-garland-sincerely-jack-haley-ray-bolger-and-bert-lahr-lion_d094cf880d7bb408f5664218bb6529e8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="253" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofwJQC_Upt4/TjvHI2pPPTI/AAAAAAAAAWE/l0sBIEojK7g/s320/wizard-of-oz-the-8-x-10-black-white-photo-great-movie-still-photo-of-the-all-four-walking-along-the-yellow-brick-road-signed-sincerely-judy-garland-sincerely-jack-haley-ray-bolger-and-bert-lahr-lion_d094cf880d7bb408f5664218bb6529e8.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><a href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amour_platonique#cite_note-2"><span class="cite_crochet"></span></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8348047132564969731-7181382550393503538?l=santa-azul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinabrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00277230641655315782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348047132564969731.post-12014261474740143302011-08-05T03:02:00.000-07:002011-08-05T04:40:22.517-07:00D'Eve nue<br />Lleys passe<br />Dit urne<br />Nuit amant<br />Sa mie<br />t'Eau logis <br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U_5UvRCuT2g/Tju_L5kL5uI/AAAAAAAAAWA/WmrNyWAlVtk/s1600/SDC12465.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U_5UvRCuT2g/Tju_L5kL5uI/AAAAAAAAAWA/WmrNyWAlVtk/s320/SDC12465.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8348047132564969731-1201426147474014330?l=santa-azul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinabrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00277230641655315782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348047132564969731.post-38008219972247522952011-07-20T03:57:00.000-07:002011-08-05T04:39:28.141-07:00<a href="http://www.franceculture.com/emission-une-vie-une-oeuvre-louise-bourgeois-2011-07-10.html">Cliquez: Voir entendre... Louise.</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8348047132564969731-3800821997224752295?l=santa-azul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinabrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00277230641655315782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348047132564969731.post-50201094297093432242011-07-17T13:59:00.000-07:002011-08-05T04:39:00.557-07:00De reproches<br />Je suis partie...<br />Ici me réfugier<br />Dans ma maison<br />Les arbres <br />Les oiseaux<br />S'accommodent<br />De ce que je suis<br />De lui<br />Je n'ai gardé<br />Que ces jolies<br />Bagues de papier<br />Bien gardées<br />Par les scarabées...<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-23UvHikGFKs/TiNNGzT8eRI/AAAAAAAAAV8/JbHOVGBnfoc/s1600/SDC12367.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-23UvHikGFKs/TiNNGzT8eRI/AAAAAAAAAV8/JbHOVGBnfoc/s320/SDC12367.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mvEA6EJNcdc/TiNMrII5faI/AAAAAAAAAV4/RUqXhWRVs3c/s1600/SDC12367.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8348047132564969731-5020109429709343224?l=santa-azul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinabrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00277230641655315782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348047132564969731.post-46680917579394441142011-07-17T13:28:00.000-07:002011-08-05T05:40:26.314-07:00Le contour de sa main<br />Pour y mettre la mienne...<br />Il dit que je parle trop<br />Que je n'écoute rien...<br />J'ai suivi la forme<br />De ses doigts<br />M'appliquant<br />Sur le trait...<br />Il a répété<br />Que je n'étais pas<br />Conforme<br />Encore une fois...<br />Pourtant moi<br />En dessinant cette main<br />Je disais: <br />Ce qui n'a pas<br />De forme en soi.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L59GLV1fp7Y/TiNF4guK7zI/AAAAAAAAAV0/dGVN1aQHXtU/s1600/SDC12387.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L59GLV1fp7Y/TiNF4guK7zI/AAAAAAAAAV0/dGVN1aQHXtU/s320/SDC12387.JPG" width="268" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8348047132564969731-4668091757939444114?l=santa-azul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinabrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00277230641655315782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348047132564969731.post-36741098538483691042011-07-17T06:23:00.000-07:002011-08-05T04:38:12.710-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BsLD9QHGWhE/TiLiGj0F9pI/AAAAAAAAAVs/20H4Tz6RsxA/s1600/je+pense+trop" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BsLD9QHGWhE/TiLiGj0F9pI/AAAAAAAAAVs/20H4Tz6RsxA/s320/je+pense+trop" width="221" /></a></div>... c'est que je n'ai pas choisi mon cerveau ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8348047132564969731-3674109853848369104?l=santa-azul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinabrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00277230641655315782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348047132564969731.post-66848653519532524172011-07-17T06:17:00.000-07:002011-08-05T04:43:46.744-07:00D'harmonie<br />M'oblige à assumer<br />Mes valeurs...<br /><br />J'ai renoncé<br />A épouser celles<br />Des autres...<br />J'occulte les jugements<br />Bien que blessants...<br /><br />Par obligation<br />Dans ce monde<br />J'ai survécu<br />Jusqu'ici...<br /><br />C'est un miracle<br />Dû à ma Foi<br />En l'Amour<br />En l'Art et la Nature...<br />En la vie <br /><br />Je compte lutter encore<br />Afin de transmettre<br />A mes enfants<br />Le sens de ces valeurs...<br /><br />Qu'ils sachent vivre<br />Dans leur différence<br />Car être soi<br />Ne se monnaye pas . <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FUTlm1OIXfI/TiLpluYPidI/AAAAAAAAAVw/sKQ473C7zTc/s1600/SDC12312.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FUTlm1OIXfI/TiLpluYPidI/AAAAAAAAAVw/sKQ473C7zTc/s320/SDC12312.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8348047132564969731-6684865351953252417?l=santa-azul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinabrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00277230641655315782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348047132564969731.post-30983427548657605902011-07-17T06:07:00.000-07:002011-08-05T04:37:15.989-07:00Il lia les serments<br />Faits sincérité<br />Il y lut de pieux aveux<br />Jetés las au panier<br /><br />Il lia le monde<br />Tel qu'il hait<br />Et celui seule<br />L'image y nait<br /><br />Il lia ces images<br />Mon cœur Isolé<br />Annule destinée ...<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/QM1NY1jeUh0/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QM1NY1jeUh0&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QM1NY1jeUh0&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8348047132564969731-3098342754865760590?l=santa-azul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinabrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00277230641655315782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348047132564969731.post-54877917194226433842011-07-17T04:06:00.000-07:002011-08-05T04:36:12.886-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/hzfkb_-89j8/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hzfkb_-89j8&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hzfkb_-89j8&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><span id="goog_1149626656"></span><span id="goog_1149626657"></span>Si Don de Moi<br />Fut le prix...<br />A sauver<br />Ce grand Poisson<br />De l'asphyxie...<br />Sang regret<br />Pour ce corps<br />Mon âme<br />En paix <br />Réservée...<br />La liberté<br />Son Paradis...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8348047132564969731-5487791719422643384?l=santa-azul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinabrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00277230641655315782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348047132564969731.post-81478354454663885182011-07-17T03:55:00.000-07:002011-08-05T04:48:15.242-07:00Au miracle<br />De nos mondes <br />Juxtaposés<br />Naîtront<br />Des images<br />D'une insondable<br />Beautée<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8348047132564969731-8147835445466388518?l=santa-azul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinabrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00277230641655315782noreply@blogger.com0