tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57685938214050257342011-12-29T19:39:22.916+09:00A. a Tokyo crabouille des mots, crabouille des photos....A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.comBlogger4011100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-19422532698377998932009-04-14T22:15:00.002+09:002009-04-14T22:17:43.874+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SeSMssLl5sI/AAAAAAAAEwY/ISUFL2_TMC8/s1600-h/ioze25.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SeSMssLl5sI/AAAAAAAAEwY/ISUFL2_TMC8/s400/ioze25.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324535358860682946" /></a><br /><br />Elle est partie...<br />mais notre amour pour elle ne finira jamais.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-1942253269837799893?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-69574597831939529562009-04-13T10:19:00.002+09:002009-04-14T10:20:36.054+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SePk0hf8eJI/AAAAAAAAEwQ/A7KZAevphck/s1600-h/P1090441.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SePk0hf8eJI/AAAAAAAAEwQ/A7KZAevphck/s400/P1090441.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324350775478745234" /></a><br /><br />Tokyo est un jardin...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-6957459783193952956?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-77043501991578775932009-04-12T10:18:00.000+09:002009-04-14T10:19:34.846+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SePkc5BwdGI/AAAAAAAAEwI/JffbnfreMPs/s1600-h/P1090578.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SePkc5BwdGI/AAAAAAAAEwI/JffbnfreMPs/s400/P1090578.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324350369477719138" /></a><br /><br />La douce petite mémé<br />toute recourbée <br />qui fait tinter son boulier..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-7704350199157877593?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-64824436678455189632009-04-11T10:11:00.002+09:002009-04-14T10:18:00.598+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SePjBcM67PI/AAAAAAAAEwA/A1_YrxP9A-g/s1600-h/P1090579.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SePjBcM67PI/AAAAAAAAEwA/A1_YrxP9A-g/s400/P1090579.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324348798371818738" /></a><br /><br />Il a pataugé, les a faits s'envoler...<br />Flaques de pétales de cerisiers...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-6482443667845518963?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-28798893660483048602009-04-10T10:05:00.000+09:002009-04-14T10:06:35.994+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SePhX09YbVI/AAAAAAAAEv4/2VWpGWsdKAo/s1600-h/F1000047.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SePhX09YbVI/AAAAAAAAEv4/2VWpGWsdKAo/s400/F1000047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324346983951396178" /></a><br /><br />Et pendant ce temps là<br />À Hokaido c'est la rentrée...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-2879889366048304860?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-13375971656341594532009-04-09T19:50:00.002+09:002009-04-09T19:53:00.269+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/Sd3S_X9n45I/AAAAAAAAEvw/9C_NPVvW7TQ/s1600-h/P1090581.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/Sd3S_X9n45I/AAAAAAAAEvw/9C_NPVvW7TQ/s400/P1090581.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322642320827868050" /></a><br /><br />Elle a à peine ouvert les yeux...<br />L'histoire de la maison blanche et bleue à magnolias <br />lui sera murmurée la prochaine fois...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-1337597165634159453?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-52547848525134646832009-04-08T20:38:00.001+09:002009-04-08T20:40:55.055+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SdyMw5ZIz4I/AAAAAAAAEvo/8oXYtOMmSyo/s1600-h/P1090569.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SdyMw5ZIz4I/AAAAAAAAEvo/8oXYtOMmSyo/s400/P1090569.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322283631312949122" /></a><br /><br />La surprise de midi.....!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-5254784852513464683?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-74190049191059152362009-04-07T18:46:00.002+09:002009-04-07T18:50:13.350+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SdshII5iV3I/AAAAAAAAEvg/uPxpz1Iy0is/s1600-h/nobuyahitomi.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 381px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SdshII5iV3I/AAAAAAAAEvg/uPxpz1Iy0is/s400/nobuyahitomi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321883808379852658" /></a><br /><br />Parmi 13 millions d'habitants <br />nos pas arrivent à se croiser.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-7419004919105915236?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-88742821474987179822009-04-06T18:16:00.004+09:002009-04-06T18:20:07.181+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SdnIzHdXxTI/AAAAAAAAEvY/Gounb13LsgY/s1600-h/P1090517.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SdnIzHdXxTI/AAAAAAAAEvY/Gounb13LsgY/s400/P1090517.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321505215216076082" /></a><br /><br />Il est passé par ici <br />et m'a demandé si je vivais à la campagne...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-8874282147498717982?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-31612373212499280022009-04-05T10:20:00.002+09:002009-04-06T10:24:00.256+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SdlY_WbH5YI/AAAAAAAAEvQ/9oy3N437JSc/s1600-h/P1090555.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SdlY_WbH5YI/AAAAAAAAEvQ/9oy3N437JSc/s400/P1090555.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321382280089298306" /></a><br /><br />Les dimanches après-midi<br />Tu t'installeras dans la grande paririe<br />Et fêteras comme se doit le hanami.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-3161237321249928002?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-45444213506972736382009-04-04T10:15:00.002+09:002009-04-06T10:20:19.209+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SdlX2elf-4I/AAAAAAAAEvI/fxZf8xuNT14/s1600-h/P1090532.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SdlX2elf-4I/AAAAAAAAEvI/fxZf8xuNT14/s400/P1090532.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321381028149853058" /></a><br /><br />Sous les fleurs de cerisiers<br />L'après-midi à bambocher...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-4544421350697273638?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-42737430794256353242009-04-03T10:13:00.002+09:002009-04-06T10:15:35.292+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SdlXStimGgI/AAAAAAAAEvA/sDr1sXaJWNQ/s1600-h/P1090519.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SdlXStimGgI/AAAAAAAAEvA/sDr1sXaJWNQ/s400/P1090519.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321380413688912386" /></a><br /><br />Elle connait la porte<br />pour 6 heures de fleurs...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-4273743079425635324?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-68675987014054853282009-04-02T18:45:00.004+09:002009-04-02T18:47:49.919+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SdSJZtaKdNI/AAAAAAAAEu4/Z10OYWoZKBY/s1600-h/P1090507.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SdSJZtaKdNI/AAAAAAAAEu4/Z10OYWoZKBY/s400/P1090507.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320028134610466002" /></a><br /><br />C,est lorsque je lui ai raconté la lune dans les fleurs<br />Que son regard s'est enfin posé, et qu'un sourire s'est dessiné.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-6867598701405485328?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-81488169786444600992009-04-01T18:37:00.002+09:002009-04-02T18:45:41.058+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SdSHc3wKFLI/AAAAAAAAEuw/ot5VonAJr3c/s1600-h/P1090500.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SdSHc3wKFLI/AAAAAAAAEuw/ot5VonAJr3c/s400/P1090500.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320025989903422642" /></a><br /><br />Que le gros chat soit là ou pas<br />les cerisiers dansent juste en contrebas.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-8148816978644460099?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-76368863532186355412009-03-31T22:18:00.002+09:002009-03-31T22:32:15.703+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SdIYVKKVrFI/AAAAAAAAEuo/d-dS-AzmKxg/s1600-h/P1090495.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SdIYVKKVrFI/AAAAAAAAEuo/d-dS-AzmKxg/s400/P1090495.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319340861662014546" /></a><br /><br />Et qui regarde le bleuet<br />quand la fête est aux cerisiers...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-7636886353218635541?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-28692392780691177152009-03-30T20:16:00.001+09:002009-03-30T20:17:54.318+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SdCp_i91EII/AAAAAAAAEug/_OoHeDJYOYk/s1600-h/P1010277.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SdCp_i91EII/AAAAAAAAEug/_OoHeDJYOYk/s400/P1010277.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318938069107544194" /></a><br /><br />Rue de la chênaie aussi<br />les cerisiers ont fleuri...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-2869239278069117715?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-33706341370077940402009-03-29T19:58:00.000+09:002009-03-30T20:15:50.969+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SdCl4xsMbmI/AAAAAAAAEuY/reeapA3RTKw/s1600-h/P1030498.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SdCl4xsMbmI/AAAAAAAAEuY/reeapA3RTKw/s400/P1030498.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318933554754514530" /></a><br /><br />Toute une ville comme<br />une partie de campagne.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-3370634137007794040?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-51308537208555174462009-03-28T19:42:00.003+09:002009-03-30T19:58:15.464+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SdCiPFVY4DI/AAAAAAAAEuQ/ok0Jc7vlVxk/s1600-h/P1030438.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SdCiPFVY4DI/AAAAAAAAEuQ/ok0Jc7vlVxk/s400/P1030438.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318929539938181170" /></a><br /><br />De la matière friable que peut-on retenir ?<br />Rien, si ce n'est la beauté. <br />Aussi doivent nous suffire les fleurs des cerisiers<br />et les chrysanthèmes<br />et la pleine lune.<br /> <br />Czeslaw Milosz, Rien de plus, 1933.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-5130853720855517446?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-26605689500559357102009-03-27T17:25:00.002+09:002009-03-27T17:30:43.114+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/ScyNiP2OyNI/AAAAAAAAEuI/pNns8U66NbE/s1600-h/P1090489.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/ScyNiP2OyNI/AAAAAAAAEuI/pNns8U66NbE/s400/P1090489.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317780879526774994" /></a><br /><br />-Regardez, à présent sur ces lieux abrupts fleurissent partout des magnolias.<br />-Oui, merci. Les magnolias représentent donc le salut.<br />Ces pétales sont plus doux que le lait des chèvres célestes.<br />Ce parfum est un message, envoyé aux hommes par les sages.<br />-Tout cela est le Bien.<br />-De qui est-ce le Bien?<br />-C'est le Bien des sages.<br /><br />Kenji Miyazawa, Le coquillage de feu, le magnolia.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-2660568950055935710?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-20786862194149885392009-03-26T17:21:00.003+09:002009-03-27T17:24:50.790+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/ScyNCx0YFTI/AAAAAAAAEuA/EzPTyFJlhTo/s1600-h/P1090484.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/ScyNCx0YFTI/AAAAAAAAEuA/EzPTyFJlhTo/s400/P1090484.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317780338889987378" /></a><br /><br />La fièvre est tombée<br />et j'ai pu vérifier<br />que mon shidare était déja tout paré...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-2078686219414988539?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-4108174993392744912009-03-25T17:20:00.001+09:002009-03-27T17:21:45.705+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/ScyMe1fk4bI/AAAAAAAAEt4/nSyIFJfPbEo/s1600-h/P1090443.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/ScyMe1fk4bI/AAAAAAAAEt4/nSyIFJfPbEo/s400/P1090443.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317779721401196978" /></a><br /><br />Ne fleurissez pas! Ne vous ouvrez pas!<br />Un tout petit peu encore, attendez-moi!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-410817499339274491?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-73247971319172710662009-03-24T17:14:00.001+09:002009-03-27T17:20:32.131+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/ScyK8t4P0GI/AAAAAAAAEtw/ogwXKs5q_YI/s1600-h/papimamieR.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/ScyK8t4P0GI/AAAAAAAAEtw/ogwXKs5q_YI/s400/papimamieR.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317778035730010210" /></a><br /><br />Elle avait rêvé qu'elle était ici avec nous et qu'il répétait tout ce qu'elle disait,<br />Je lui avais écrit qu'ici les camélias, les magnolias, les cerisiers fleurissaient,<br />Elle m'a dit combien toujours il lui manquait,<br />Sa voix a calmé ma fièvre et cette fois c'est mon rêve qui nous a rapprochées .<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-7324797131917271066?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-53637691356580612422009-03-23T19:35:00.001+09:002009-03-23T19:44:14.823+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/ScdmI5Uc5HI/AAAAAAAAEto/ey6TE8eFkJo/s1600-h/P1090467.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/ScdmI5Uc5HI/AAAAAAAAEto/ey6TE8eFkJo/s400/P1090467.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316330188145747058" /></a><br /><br />Le bambou existe au-dessus et en dessous de son noeud.<br /><br />Koan zen.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-5363769135658061242?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-80733028674500791362009-03-22T19:09:00.000+09:002009-03-23T19:35:37.260+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/ScdgFAPE4XI/AAAAAAAAEtg/DnMM5_ZxMNk/s1600-h/P1090473.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/ScdgFAPE4XI/AAAAAAAAEtg/DnMM5_ZxMNk/s400/P1090473.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316323524213006706" /></a><br /><br />Embrasser l'univers des étoiles...<br /><br />Kenji Miyazawa, Train de nuit dans la voie lactée.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-8073302867450079136?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-55966701275747029292009-03-21T12:06:00.002+09:002009-03-22T12:23:32.742+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/ScWroZuWaUI/AAAAAAAAEtY/B4NhCnuCDkI/s1600-h/n503287947_1245291_2898.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/ScWroZuWaUI/AAAAAAAAEtY/B4NhCnuCDkI/s400/n503287947_1245291_2898.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315843645769148738" /></a><br /><br />Ce serait commode, si,<br />pour épouser une jeune fille, il suffisait d'aller avec elle.<br />Dame! Entre jeunesses, on verrait des noces matin et soir!<br /><br />Zola, Faute Abbé Mouret, 1875,<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-5596670127574702929?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-56560981851005131082009-03-20T12:01:00.003+09:002009-03-22T12:06:09.234+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/ScWqZ8fPTAI/AAAAAAAAEtQ/l4qJvsptbM4/s1600-h/P1090464.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/ScWqZ8fPTAI/AAAAAAAAEtQ/l4qJvsptbM4/s400/P1090464.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315842297891343362" /></a><br /><br />Aux sonorités murmurées:<br />camélia, magnolia, mitsubana, sakura,<br />elle a souri, elle a souri, elle a souri...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-5656098185100513108?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-37038835771494506382009-03-19T22:07:00.002+09:002009-03-19T22:18:45.782+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/ScJEHAJ6dRI/AAAAAAAAEtI/v2REs7UZHTE/s1600-h/P1090478.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/ScJEHAJ6dRI/AAAAAAAAEtI/v2REs7UZHTE/s400/P1090478.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314885397341959442" /></a><br /><br />Dans le monde de Kosugi Hoan se laisser glisser,<br />Dans un jardin, chaque fleur se faire nommer,<br />Devant les sakuras, des légendes se faire murmurer,<br />Dans un autre jardin, par la brise se faire caresser...<br />Nos retrouvailles au printemps se sont célébrées.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-3703883577149450638?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-49420473816710266362009-03-18T21:40:00.000+09:002009-03-19T21:49:23.157+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/ScI9eImgy8I/AAAAAAAAEtA/X-PQkDfT6cA/s1600-h/37217260-1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/ScI9eImgy8I/AAAAAAAAEtA/X-PQkDfT6cA/s400/37217260-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314878098164992962" /></a><br /><br />Je soupirai,<br />je me laissai aller en arrière contre le dossier de ma chaise, <br />avec l'impression d'un manque intolérable.<br /><br />Sartre, Nausée, 1938<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-4942047381671026636?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-77424359003763207572009-03-17T16:17:00.002+09:002009-03-17T16:45:28.240+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/Sb9PSkqnPtI/AAAAAAAAEs4/-vWMxHSQ2BM/s1600-h/P1090357.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/Sb9PSkqnPtI/AAAAAAAAEs4/-vWMxHSQ2BM/s400/P1090357.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314053265819123410" /></a><br /><br />Là, je vis paisiblement dans une hutte d'herbe,<br />en écoutant le chant des oiseaux.<br />Les nuages sont mes meilleurs voisins.<br />Au-dessous de moi, coule une source d'eau pure <br />où je vais rafraîchir mon corps et mon âme ;<br />Juste Au-dessus, s'élèvent pins et chênes<br />qui donnent ombrage et broussaille<br />Libre, si libre, jour après jour -<br />que je ne veux jamais partir d'ici !<br /><br />Ryokan.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-7742435900376320757?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-3292388135077134662009-03-16T15:45:00.003+09:002009-03-17T15:53:55.830+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/Sb9H6fliiLI/AAAAAAAAEsw/utuRyxHqQvU/s1600-h/maths+umechan.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/Sb9H6fliiLI/AAAAAAAAEsw/utuRyxHqQvU/s400/maths+umechan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314045155557410994" /></a><br /><br />C'est absolument certain, inévitable. <br />Ce qu'il y a de sûr, c'est qu'elle doit venir,<br />c'est fatal, c'est mathématique...<br /><br />H. Bataille, Maman Colibri, 1904<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-329238813507713466?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-37208919913634361982009-03-15T15:15:00.003+09:002009-03-17T15:20:45.086+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/Sb9AlfNpaNI/AAAAAAAAEso/6jEsQgtTtOw/s1600-h/ak1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/Sb9AlfNpaNI/AAAAAAAAEso/6jEsQgtTtOw/s400/ak1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314037098098550994" /></a><br /><br />Le dimanche qui danse...<br />Akram Khan danse en volant,<br />Le parc danse aux couleurs du printemps,<br />Le dîner danse en éclats de rire...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-3720891991363436198?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-19137778449748590062009-03-14T15:44:00.002+09:002009-03-14T16:43:13.053+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SbteY18HVYI/AAAAAAAAEsg/t1Kw89miyqM/s1600-h/soseki+jardin.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SbteY18HVYI/AAAAAAAAEsg/t1Kw89miyqM/s400/soseki+jardin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312943966302721410" /></a><br /><br />Le plus simple est de résumer en 17 syllabes tout ce qu’on trouve à portée de la main. <br />Les 17 syllabes constituent la structure poétique la plus commode à maîtriser :<br />on peut l’appliquer aisément en se lavant le visage, en allant aux toilettes, en prenant le train. <br />La facilité de l’usage de ces 17 syllabes implique celle de devenir poète :<br />il ne faut pas mépriser cette activité sous prétexte qu’elle est trop accessible <br />et que la poésie exige une sorte d’initiation. <br />Je pense que la commodité est bien au contraire une vertu qu’il convient de respecter. <br />Supposons que l’on soit en colère : la colère prend aussitôt la forme de 17 syllabes. <br />Sa transmutation en 17 syllabes en fait la colère d’un autre. <br />Une même personne ne peut pas en même temps se mettre en colère et composer un haïku. <br />On verse des larmes. On métamorphose ces larmes en 17 syllabes. <br />On en ressent un bonheur immédiat.<br />Une fois réduites en 17 syllabes, les larmes de douleur vous ont déjà quitté<br />et l’on se réjouit de savoir qu’on a été capable de pleurer.<br /><br />Sôseki, Oreiller d’herbes, 1907.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-1913777844974859006?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-73459431723552893852009-03-13T15:41:00.000+09:002009-03-14T15:43:37.096+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SbtRpqp5YHI/AAAAAAAAEsY/wR6AC5eYF-8/s1600-h/tit2_ph.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SbtRpqp5YHI/AAAAAAAAEsY/wR6AC5eYF-8/s400/tit2_ph.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312929961680134258" /></a><br /><br />Il y a des bancs, du sable,<br />Il y a des musiciens et des danseurs...<br />Il y a des violences et des tendresses...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-7345943172355289385?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-44594992043008637282009-03-12T17:19:00.000+09:002009-03-12T17:21:23.145+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SbjF2MhycWI/AAAAAAAAEsQ/3f_a3cu1Vbc/s1600-h/ishikopanorama.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 392px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SbjF2MhycWI/AAAAAAAAEsQ/3f_a3cu1Vbc/s400/ishikopanorama.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312213295350051170" /></a><br /><br />Il n'y a pas eu de paroles échangées...<br />Juste des regards...embués...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-4459499204300863728?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-40100781301227432042009-03-11T22:47:00.001+09:002009-03-11T22:53:44.010+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SbfBU-_5CJI/AAAAAAAAEsI/ETjtsvmfyRc/s1600-h/P1090174.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SbfBU-_5CJI/AAAAAAAAEsI/ETjtsvmfyRc/s400/P1090174.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311926851759310994" /></a><br /><br />La parenté n'autorisait-elle pas une certaine douceur dans l'accent, <br />une tendresse dans les regards...<br /><br />Balzac, E. Grandet, 1834.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-4010078130122743204?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-56997961756681051092009-03-10T21:27:00.001+09:002009-03-10T21:32:09.596+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SbZdJ9vDRFI/AAAAAAAAEsA/F1jAJmoAB0c/s1600-h/P1090403.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SbZdJ9vDRFI/AAAAAAAAEsA/F1jAJmoAB0c/s400/P1090403.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311535236302193746" /></a><br /><br />Ni l'un ni l'autre ne songèrent aux formules banales<br />qui accompagnent normalement le revoir. <br /><br />Estaunié, Vie secrète, 1908<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-5699796175668105109?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-34213510873186945912009-03-09T19:19:00.001+09:002009-03-09T19:31:21.220+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SbTtMdVB7sI/AAAAAAAAEr4/u5staUChL4s/s1600-h/P1090402.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SbTtMdVB7sI/AAAAAAAAEr4/u5staUChL4s/s400/P1090402.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311130658863705794" /></a><br /><br />C'que j'dois de r'connaissance<br /> à vos bontés,<br /> à vos soins généreux!!!<br /><br />Scribe, Varner, Le Mariage de raison, 1826<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-3421351087318694591?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-29333621728854927152009-03-08T19:12:00.004+09:002009-03-09T19:18:25.032+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SbTrwV8KXqI/AAAAAAAAErw/f-jUBcGRZuw/s1600-h/P1090383.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SbTrwV8KXqI/AAAAAAAAErw/f-jUBcGRZuw/s400/P1090383.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311129076332388002" /></a><br /><br />Il y a un village de bois entouré de montagnes,<br />Il y a des cultures en rizières, des ruisseaux qui chantent...<br />Il y a des légendes des Heike, des temples aux mondes en mousse...<br />Il y a des rencontres improvisées aux larges sourires, <br />Il y a de la simplicité à jalouser...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SbTrrGSIj9I/AAAAAAAAEro/807zQNLSytw/s1600-h/P1090378.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SbTrrGSIj9I/AAAAAAAAEro/807zQNLSytw/s400/P1090378.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311128986230230994" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-2933362172885492715?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-74818372005735850292009-03-07T18:26:00.001+09:002009-03-07T18:31:58.467+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SbI-GPxCFnI/AAAAAAAAErg/dQxoA5tKauA/s1600-h/P1090131.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SbI-GPxCFnI/AAAAAAAAErg/dQxoA5tKauA/s400/P1090131.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310375187655562866" /></a><br /><br />J'étais né pour tracer mon sillon en plein air,<br />sous un ciel libre et borné seulement par quelques arbres à l'horizon.<br /><br />Lamennais, Lettres Cottu, 1834<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-7481837200573585029?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-25693727496546822712009-03-06T18:24:00.002+09:002009-03-06T18:30:43.960+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SbDtOIQqkGI/AAAAAAAAErQ/G8tu0YwNjTE/s1600-h/murasaki_shikibu_writing.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SbDtOIQqkGI/AAAAAAAAErQ/G8tu0YwNjTE/s400/murasaki_shikibu_writing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310004787661148258" /></a><br /><br />Pour me rajeunir<br />de rosée des chrysanthèmes<br />humectant ma manche<br />à la maitresse des fleurs<br />les mille ans je laisserai.<br /><br />Murasaki Shikibu, Journal, 1008.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-2569372749654682271?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-85783034672815072222009-03-05T18:50:00.003+09:002009-03-06T19:01:53.702+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SbDyPeUDcHI/AAAAAAAAErY/BqRD0kgknq0/s1600-h/P1090322.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SbDyPeUDcHI/AAAAAAAAErY/BqRD0kgknq0/s400/P1090322.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310010308318949490" /></a><br /><br />Mais elle, (...) ta mère, ta maman,<br />c'était elle qui vous faisait vivre tous, <br />du matin au soir sans qu'il y eût pensée en elle autre que vous.<br /><br />Claudel, Tobie et Sara, 1940.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-8578303467281507222?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-2932713595288244802009-03-04T22:32:00.000+09:002009-03-04T22:33:50.765+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/Sa6DDfWO1yI/AAAAAAAAErI/J6L3lKRG5u8/s1600-h/NAT_2713.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/Sa6DDfWO1yI/AAAAAAAAErI/J6L3lKRG5u8/s400/NAT_2713.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309325106693986082" /></a><br /><br />Et pendant ce temps-là<br />la neige tient à NYC...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-293271359528824480?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-31333787639934150862009-03-03T17:24:00.002+09:002009-03-03T17:32:12.821+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/Sazpp2oEKiI/AAAAAAAAErA/Bjnr8ppFv68/s1600-h/Soseki.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/Sazpp2oEKiI/AAAAAAAAErA/Bjnr8ppFv68/s400/Soseki.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308874966010440226" /></a><br /><br />Pourquoi avais-je écrit tout cela?<br />Cette contradiction me provoquait comme une raillerie.<br />Heureusement, mes nerfs étaient calmés.<br />Cela me plaisait beaucoup de me laisser emporter par cette moquerie<br />et de m'élever jusqu'au domaine de la méditation.<br />J'ai eu envie de rire, en contemplant du haut des nuées ma bêtise:<br />je n'étais qu'un enfant au berceau qui se laisse bercer par sa propre raillerie.<br /><br />À travers la vitre, Natsume Sôseki, 1915.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-3133378763993415086?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-55679921199221857612009-03-02T19:29:00.002+09:002009-03-02T19:31:31.411+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/Sau1EWehmjI/AAAAAAAAEqs/uG2U73vkddo/s1600-h/P1090314.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/Sau1EWehmjI/AAAAAAAAEqs/uG2U73vkddo/s400/P1090314.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308535672143977010" /></a><br /><br />Demain Hina Matsuri...<br />Si les gâteaux vous mangez,<br />Durant une année, de mauvaise humeur jamais ne serez!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-5567992119922185761?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-2993310212097603492009-03-01T19:34:00.003+09:002009-03-02T19:38:42.107+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/Sau2P3tX1aI/AAAAAAAAEq0/fC5bKgvM2QY/s1600-h/924145915_110%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 383px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/Sau2P3tX1aI/AAAAAAAAEq0/fC5bKgvM2QY/s400/924145915_110%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308536969554810274" /></a><br /><br />Saura-t-on jamais, en vérité, combien de milliers d'humains<br />auront appris ce qu'est le véritable bonheur, grâce aux cyprès du Bois de Kenjû,<br />au merveilleux vert sombre de leur feuillage, à leur exquise senteur,<br />à leur ombre fraîche durant l'été, et à l'herbe au-dessous, aux couleurs de lune ? <br />Et les jours de pluie, le Bois laissera s'écouler sur l'herbe courte, <br />par toutes petites gouttelettes, des perles fraîches et transparentes,<br />exactement comme du temps de Kenjû, et quand le soleil brillera,<br />les cyprès exhaleront un souffle neuf et clair.<br /><br />Les Astres jumeaux, Le bois de Kenjû, Kenji Miyazawa,<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-299331021209760349?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-40176111312380877332009-02-28T23:39:00.001+09:002009-02-28T23:51:57.782+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SalNOWAfUZI/AAAAAAAAEqc/cc_v8u7YsRI/s1600-h/P1090292.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SalNOWAfUZI/AAAAAAAAEqc/cc_v8u7YsRI/s400/P1090292.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307858544653980050" /></a><br /><br />Sa franchise d'accueil,<br />le naturel de ses paroles<br /> et leur sérieux charmant.<br /><br />Malègue, Augustin, 1933,<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-4017611131238087733?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-48139318938740018762009-02-27T17:02:00.003+09:002009-02-28T17:10:16.855+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SajvwgCaG4I/AAAAAAAAEqU/N0mR4G9tk0Q/s1600-h/P1090288.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SajvwgCaG4I/AAAAAAAAEqU/N0mR4G9tk0Q/s400/P1090288.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307755777368923010" /></a><br /><br />Il dansa la lande. <br />Il dansa son désir de printemps. <br />Il dansa la brume et le ciel. <br />Il dansa toutes les odeurs, et tout ce qu'il voyait.<br /><br /> Giono, Joie, 1935.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-4813931893874001876?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-82190740840082478042009-02-27T00:00:00.004+09:002009-02-27T00:04:40.295+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SaavACnWQkI/AAAAAAAAEqM/a3cTj6ZWsbI/s1600-h/P1090277.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SaavACnWQkI/AAAAAAAAEqM/a3cTj6ZWsbI/s400/P1090277.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307121626139476546" /></a><br /><br />Les trois promeneurs revinrent au bord de l'eau<br /> et cherchèrent un restaurant. <br />Ils s'attablèrent sur une sorte de terrasse en planches, dans une gargote... <br /><br />Zola, Thérèse Raquin, 1867.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-8219074084008247804?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-68219442413926235862009-02-25T21:51:00.003+09:002009-02-25T21:57:50.039+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SaU_FmmQ2EI/AAAAAAAAEqE/tgiC15ullnQ/s1600-h/P1090254.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SaU_FmmQ2EI/AAAAAAAAEqE/tgiC15ullnQ/s400/P1090254.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306717101418928194" /></a><br /><br />-Voilà que les pruniers entrent dans la danse!<br />-Les pruniers sont destinés à former une barrière végétale. <br />Des diamants.　Leurs branches sont entrecroisées en diagonales.<br />Ils constituent un escadron. Un corps de volontaires.<br />-Mais alors qu'ils se conduisent ainsi ça n'est pas vraiment grave?<br />-Aucune importance!<br /><br />kenji Miyazawa, Griserie au vin de tulipe.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-6821944241392623586?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-13622982981445012072009-02-24T21:55:00.003+09:002009-02-24T22:16:14.663+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SaPw6OgvokI/AAAAAAAAEp8/2NM5gYXqMmA/s1600-h/P1070805.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SaPw6OgvokI/AAAAAAAAEp8/2NM5gYXqMmA/s400/P1070805.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306349669091091010" /></a><br /><br />Je deviens d'un province,<br />d'un insulaire, n'est-ce pas? <br /><br />Verlaine, Correspondance, 1876.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-1362298298144501207?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-43935508520087818032009-02-23T20:29:00.001+09:002009-02-23T20:36:12.172+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SaKItep1H5I/AAAAAAAAEpo/C5FJh7pCrSA/s1600-h/P1070800.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SaKItep1H5I/AAAAAAAAEpo/C5FJh7pCrSA/s400/P1070800.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305953625899868050" /></a><br /><br />On aurait dit l'enveloppement des murs par une étoffe inconnue,<br />où l'azurement d'un léger bleu d'empois<br />se répandait dans une teinte café au lait...<br /><br />E. de Goncourt, La Faustin, 1882<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-4393550852008781803?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-17644741242497175582009-02-22T20:22:00.000+09:002009-02-23T20:24:21.030+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SaKHAkt6BpI/AAAAAAAAEpg/jiynDettW-U/s1600-h/P1090169.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SaKHAkt6BpI/AAAAAAAAEpg/jiynDettW-U/s400/P1090169.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305951754921838226" /></a><br /><br />Rencontrer Daïchin <br />et Hana enfin...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-1764474124249717558?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-46728457984599632262009-02-21T19:28:00.004+09:002009-02-23T19:40:09.825+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SaJ6qQ5gk3I/AAAAAAAAEpY/vyvJlSt9NM8/s1600-h/P1090161.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SaJ6qQ5gk3I/AAAAAAAAEpY/vyvJlSt9NM8/s400/P1090161.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305938177505137522" /></a><br /><br />Il ne pouvait pas exister, pensait-il, <br />une seconde créature plus belle, <br />aux enjouements plus adorables,<br /> aux sourires plus attirants...<br /><br />Reider, Mlle Vallantin, 1862<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-4672845798459963226?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-16990929784447533072009-02-20T19:25:00.003+09:002009-02-23T19:28:53.950+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SaJ50Q37hGI/AAAAAAAAEpI/C3-W3ogkwDY/s1600-h/P1090144.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SaJ50Q37hGI/AAAAAAAAEpI/C3-W3ogkwDY/s400/P1090144.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305937249785578594" /></a><br /><br />Puis, à la première éclaircie, <br />au moindre coin de bleu, <br />entre deux nuées, <br />il respirait, <br />il goûtait l'apaisement des feuillages essuyés ...<br /><br />Zola, La Faute de l'Abbé Mouret, 1875<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-1699092978444753307?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-21123663465163627222009-02-19T14:26:00.002+09:002009-02-20T14:31:40.991+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SZ4_Ft3EvmI/AAAAAAAAEpA/n3xCxoW2WIA/s1600-h/2007050600340601.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SZ4_Ft3EvmI/AAAAAAAAEpA/n3xCxoW2WIA/s400/2007050600340601.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304746778531511906" /></a><br /><br />J'habite une forêt profonde,<br />Les glycines poussent chaque année un peu plus,<br />Nulle préoccupation mondaine ne m'atteint,<br />Parfois un bûcheron chante,<br />Je recouds ma robe de moine au soleil,<br />Je lis des poèmes à la lumière de la lune,<br />Je voudrais dire aux hommes<br />Que pour être heureux, peu de choses sont nécessaires.<br /><br />Ryokan, le chemin du vide.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-2112366346516362722?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-39119339569471889512009-02-18T12:21:00.002+09:002009-02-19T12:29:27.393+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SZzQSmzG8DI/AAAAAAAAEo4/_wAjivBYG70/s1600-h/P1090150.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SZzQSmzG8DI/AAAAAAAAEo4/_wAjivBYG70/s400/P1090150.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304343479206735922" /></a><br /><br />Les exquises délicatesses de leur savoir-vivre.<br /><br />Sand, Histoire de ma vie, 1855.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-3911933956947188951?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-21331553686162486102009-02-17T16:17:00.003+09:002009-02-17T16:21:30.971+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SZplGYbxjnI/AAAAAAAAEow/5L5Xl69lNZ8/s1600-h/P1090135.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SZplGYbxjnI/AAAAAAAAEow/5L5Xl69lNZ8/s400/P1090135.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303662671494745714" /></a><br /><br /><br />En entraînant l'observateur dans le sens de la flèche.<br /><br />Danjon, Cosmographie, 1948.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-2133155368616248610?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-52801860200550253622009-02-16T23:16:00.003+09:002009-02-16T23:20:46.830+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SZl1SPfyuAI/AAAAAAAAEoo/Ys-EQvurAZ4/s1600-h/P1090124.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SZl1SPfyuAI/AAAAAAAAEoo/Ys-EQvurAZ4/s400/P1090124.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303398992463443970" /></a><br /><br />Elle avait ces airs paisibles et recueillis<br />qui lui revenaient quelquefois<br />dans ses moments de retour sur elle-même.<br /><br />Fromentin, Dominique, 1863<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-5280186020055025362?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-9646132057412587522009-02-15T22:20:00.002+09:002009-02-15T22:31:55.836+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SZgW1XmNWiI/AAAAAAAAEog/idejdC85_vA/s1600-h/P1090054.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SZgW1XmNWiI/AAAAAAAAEog/idejdC85_vA/s400/P1090054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303013667351910946" /></a><br /><br />L'intention des parfums est de produire<br />un effet enivrant et séduisant.<br /><br />Patrick Süskind Le parfum, 1985.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-964613205741258752?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-79726723876510150462009-02-14T22:30:00.001+09:002009-02-14T22:37:42.580+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SZbHmmx_YqI/AAAAAAAAEoY/cjeLMCxtthY/s1600-h/P1070376.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SZbHmmx_YqI/AAAAAAAAEoY/cjeLMCxtthY/s400/P1070376.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302645077334516386" /></a><br /><br />Le vent soulève de grandes masses de feuillage<br />avec un bruit de fleuve.<br /> <br />Green, Journal, 1942<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-7972672387651015046?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-77712623464346343542009-02-13T17:51:00.003+09:002009-02-13T17:52:41.281+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SZU0pijyaeI/AAAAAAAAEoQ/f13Q0nDSig8/s1600-h/DSCF4059.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SZU0pijyaeI/AAAAAAAAEoQ/f13Q0nDSig8/s400/DSCF4059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302202024554818018" /></a><br /><br />Et en Bolivie,<br />dans le désert de sable ou celui de sel<br />c'est encore l'été...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SZU0jv3GJcI/AAAAAAAAEoI/d3AhZWtQ9Nc/s1600-h/DSCF3846.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SZU0jv3GJcI/AAAAAAAAEoI/d3AhZWtQ9Nc/s400/DSCF3846.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302201925046248898" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-7771262346434634354?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-22983978631309446112009-02-12T21:53:00.001+09:002009-02-12T21:56:01.641+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SZQb2ueMPQI/AAAAAAAAEoA/Z_9Jme275_8/s1600-h/P1090038.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SZQb2ueMPQI/AAAAAAAAEoA/Z_9Jme275_8/s400/P1090038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301893288323464450" /></a><br /><br />La brise fraîche<br />emplit le vide ciel<br />de la rumeur du pin.<br /><br />Uejima Onitsura (1660-1738).<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-2298397863130944611?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-63158221287933192312009-02-11T16:03:00.000+09:002009-02-11T16:04:44.580+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SZJ4T2zXGLI/AAAAAAAAEn4/0aX0AgmVzNI/s1600-h/P1080971.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SZJ4T2zXGLI/AAAAAAAAEn4/0aX0AgmVzNI/s400/P1080971.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301431993892280498" /></a><br /><br />Dans le prunier blanc<br />la nuit désormais<br />se change en aube<br /><br />Yosa Buson.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-6315822128793319231?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-91732356904886670082009-02-10T21:36:00.001+09:002009-02-10T21:42:44.784+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SZF1ASGdvhI/AAAAAAAAEnw/k_47HIgipsE/s1600-h/P1090043.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SZF1ASGdvhI/AAAAAAAAEnw/k_47HIgipsE/s400/P1090043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301146884111187474" /></a><br /><br />Dans une langue que nous savons,<br />nous avons substitué à l'opacité des sons<br /> la transparence des idées.<br /><br />Marcel Proust, A l'ombre des jeunes filles en fleurs, 1919.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-9173235690488667008?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-47812227025540486182009-02-09T20:38:00.002+09:002009-02-09T20:46:16.321+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SZAVwFcO9xI/AAAAAAAAEno/Hd8o0WwmdoA/s1600-h/P1090036.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SZAVwFcO9xI/AAAAAAAAEno/Hd8o0WwmdoA/s400/P1090036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300760677253576466" /></a><br /><br />Le pasticheur, lui, <br />copie bêtement les moyens...<br /><br />Claudel, Correspondance [avec Gide], 1903.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-4781222702554048618?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-77415906192251143682009-02-08T23:22:00.002+09:002009-02-08T23:33:55.409+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SY7q0LSR0jI/AAAAAAAAEng/q2CnUlt3fzY/s1600-h/P1090013.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SY7q0LSR0jI/AAAAAAAAEng/q2CnUlt3fzY/s400/P1090013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300431993565205042" /></a><br /><br />Ne pas être ponctuelle, ne pas être en retard...<br />Utiliser le temps imparti à dénicher les secrets du quartier.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-7741590619225114368?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-69871302815214732902009-02-07T20:17:00.001+09:002009-02-07T20:31:28.698+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SY1tzBg170I/AAAAAAAAEnY/z39nZg72xkM/s1600-h/P1090002.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SY1tzBg170I/AAAAAAAAEnY/z39nZg72xkM/s400/P1090002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300013059831885634" /></a><br /><br />Le désir d'atteindre la postérité ne les troublait pas. <br />Ne connaissant point le passé, ils ne concevaient point l'avenir,<br />et leur rêve n'allait pas au delà de leur vie.<br /><br />A. France, Lys rouge, 1894<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-6987130281521473290?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-49309949691359891462009-02-06T21:44:00.003+09:002009-02-06T21:48:36.982+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SYwxPzd_svI/AAAAAAAAEnQ/PxMe0kYtUMY/s1600-h/P1090009.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SYwxPzd_svI/AAAAAAAAEnQ/PxMe0kYtUMY/s400/P1090009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299665009092047602" /></a><br /><br />Le professeur, en m'appelant par mon nom, me tira de ma rêverie. <br />− Dormez-vous? Vous êtes dans la lune. <br />Allons! Allons! Soyez attentif et écrivez.<br /><br />A. France, Le Petit Pierre, 1918<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-4930994969135989146?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-21742793515797832512009-02-05T20:22:00.002+09:002009-02-05T20:29:16.115+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SYrMBkVCXFI/AAAAAAAAEnI/9BRxNq9EmNk/s1600-h/ishiko1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SYrMBkVCXFI/AAAAAAAAEnI/9BRxNq9EmNk/s400/ishiko1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299272238858656850" /></a><br /><br />Vivre! Vivre! Ils me font rire, avec ce mot. <br />C'est revivre qui est bon! <br />C'est sans doute survivre qui serait vivre.<br /><br />Duhamel, Confessions de minuit, 1920.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-2174279351579783251?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-46148128764383252602009-02-04T23:10:00.002+09:002009-02-04T23:18:24.937+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SYmh_OedTHI/AAAAAAAAEnA/MflW2G3xBG0/s1600-h/Abe_Kobo.bmp"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SYmh_OedTHI/AAAAAAAAEnA/MflW2G3xBG0/s400/Abe_Kobo.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298944544167775346" /></a><br /><br />Les anciens tous assis devant l'établissement avant l'ouverture,<br />fumant une cigarette, tous espérant être le premier.<br />Les femmes, se pressant à petits pas, passé trois heures de l'après-midi<br />leur nécessaire de toilette à la main.<br />Le jour ou les paniers traditionnels en bambou <br />servant à mettre les vêtements avant de prendre le bain<br />avaient été remplacés par des récipients de plastique bleu.<br /><br />Abé Kôbô, Mort Anonyme, Au-delà du tournant, 1966.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-4614812876438325260?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-32746008564505696892009-02-03T21:09:00.000+09:002009-02-03T21:10:21.432+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SYg0B-9dwZI/AAAAAAAAEm4/4gLkrsih_xg/s1600-h/P1080958.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SYg0B-9dwZI/AAAAAAAAEm4/4gLkrsih_xg/s400/P1080958.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298542170286702994" /></a><br /><br />La fête annonce le printemps<br />Et le parfum des fleurs le confirme.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-3274600856450569689?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-75789658290613097812009-02-02T19:04:00.002+09:002009-02-02T19:14:20.161+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SYbFx6vH7VI/AAAAAAAAEmw/95cOHYJEOT0/s1600-h/P1080937.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SYbFx6vH7VI/AAAAAAAAEmw/95cOHYJEOT0/s400/P1080937.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298139473019137362" /></a><br /><br />Le soleil, à travers les cimes incertaines<br />Et l'ombre où rit le timbre argentin des fontaines,<br />Se glisse, darde et luit en jeux étincelants.<br /><br />Heredia, Trophées, 1893<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-7578965829061309781?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-22235394643970060832009-02-01T20:05:00.002+09:002009-02-01T20:17:08.773+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SYWEHun1eMI/AAAAAAAAEmo/Q5-GPwJZ_AY/s1600-h/P1080940.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SYWEHun1eMI/AAAAAAAAEmo/Q5-GPwJZ_AY/s400/P1080940.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297785804980320450" /></a><br /><br />Au temple, avalant les dangos, les enfants...<br />Au parc, dévalant en roulades, les enfants...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-2223539464397006083?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-8698232010371619602009-01-31T20:38:00.002+09:002009-01-31T21:00:02.529+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SYQ69uT8J_I/AAAAAAAAEmg/TNGNyWxFaeA/s1600-h/P1080926.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SYQ69uT8J_I/AAAAAAAAEmg/TNGNyWxFaeA/s400/P1080926.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297423893772642290" /></a><br /><br />... étant venu déjeuner une heure et demie en retard et couvert de boue, <br />au lieu de s'excuser, il avait dit:<br />−Je ne me laisse jamais influencer par les perturbations de l'atmosphère<br />ni par les divisions conventionnelles du temps.<br />Je réhabiliterais volontiers l'usage de la pipe d'opium (...) <br />Mais j'ignore celui de ces instruments infiniment plus pernicieux<br />et d'ailleurs platement bourgeois, <br />la montre et le parapluie.<br /><br />Proust, Swann, 1913<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-869823201037161960?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-32486671704909717102009-01-30T21:58:00.003+09:002009-01-30T22:04:25.384+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SYL6iBbcOfI/AAAAAAAAEmY/n4Tu6fy_mCU/s1600-h/P1080853.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SYL6iBbcOfI/AAAAAAAAEmY/n4Tu6fy_mCU/s400/P1080853.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297071574147152370" /></a><br /><br />Il soulève le rideau,<br />un déluge ruisselle sur les zincs<br />et déborde des chéneaux.<br /><br />Colette, Claudine en ménage, 1902<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-3248667170490971710?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-88980173945190892012009-01-29T22:51:00.003+09:002009-01-29T22:58:31.733+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SYG0mzfye5I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/b7pBK0wIeRA/s1600-h/P1070807.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SYG0mzfye5I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/b7pBK0wIeRA/s400/P1070807.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296713215515982738" /></a><br /><br />Une œuvre n'a de valeur que dans son encadrement, <br />et l'encadrement de toute œuvre, c'est son époque. <br /><br />Renan, L'avenir de la science, 1890<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-8898017394519089201?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-79070016365363082622009-01-28T21:35:00.000+09:002009-01-28T21:36:09.647+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SYBRElUVisI/AAAAAAAAEmI/6_jY7ZyFJsM/s1600-h/IMGP0325.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SYBRElUVisI/AAAAAAAAEmI/6_jY7ZyFJsM/s400/IMGP0325.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296322300966439618" /></a><br /><br />Et de l'autre côté<br />C'est encore l'été...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-7907001636536308262?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-91032769790494842502009-01-27T20:44:00.002+09:002009-01-27T20:58:47.091+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SX7z0cNGS5I/AAAAAAAAEmA/rp1MdmDPx0k/s1600-h/P1080924.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SX7z0cNGS5I/AAAAAAAAEmA/rp1MdmDPx0k/s400/P1080924.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295938294084160402" /></a><br /><br />Et derrière?...<br />Les dunes, les pins et la mer...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-9103276979049484250?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-41384743489408938932009-01-26T18:59:00.001+09:002009-01-26T19:02:04.374+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SX2JnmQYouI/AAAAAAAAEl4/It9PbcXbvuQ/s1600-h/P1080143.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SX2JnmQYouI/AAAAAAAAEl4/It9PbcXbvuQ/s400/P1080143.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295540050234745570" /></a><br /><br />Comme la ville a l'air naturel, <br />malgré toutes ses géométries.<br /><br />Sartre, Nausée, 1938<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-4138474348940893893?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-8346739556987632672009-01-25T18:48:00.001+09:002009-01-25T18:52:24.052+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SXw1t3iZB2I/AAAAAAAAElw/H7yvJ8-aPtQ/s1600-h/P1080917.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SXw1t3iZB2I/AAAAAAAAElw/H7yvJ8-aPtQ/s400/P1080917.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295166323999442786" /></a><br /><br />Je jouai à la libraire (...) <br />et j'arrangeai de savants étalages. <br />Je ne savais trop si je souhaitais plus tard<br />écrire des livres ou en vendre.<br /><br /> Beauvoir, Mém. j. fille, 1958<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-834673955698763267?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-7702042880711740302009-01-24T17:48:00.001+09:002009-01-24T17:51:55.344+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SXrWBQpfGWI/AAAAAAAAElo/Z549fEItK-I/s1600-h/P1080905.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SXrWBQpfGWI/AAAAAAAAElo/Z549fEItK-I/s400/P1080905.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294779629064624482" /></a><br /><br />Vous m'êtes un délice (...) <br />Vous m'êtes un nectar.<br /><br />Verlaine, Œuvres poétiques complètes, Jadis et naguère, 1884<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-770204288071174030?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-78828794445649539992009-01-23T23:05:00.004+09:002009-01-27T21:02:10.434+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SXnPGRN9xCI/AAAAAAAAElg/A5YD3OeVtuA/s1600-h/P1080899.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SXnPGRN9xCI/AAAAAAAAElg/A5YD3OeVtuA/s400/P1080899.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294490543558870050" /></a><br /><br />Les rues à Sangenjaya sont pleines d'izakaya,<br />Et bien propices à toutes nos heures de blablablablablas...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-7882879444564953999?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-35762929467021349032009-01-22T17:20:00.001+09:002009-01-22T17:23:01.731+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SXgshE9LhcI/AAAAAAAAElY/r_AUb47z_B4/s1600-h/P1020325.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SXgshE9LhcI/AAAAAAAAElY/r_AUb47z_B4/s400/P1020325.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294030308751672770" /></a><br /><br />J'avoue...Dès les premières images du film<br />je me suis retrouvée sur la terrasse, il y a un an,<br />et me suis laissée ballader dans mes souvenirs.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-3576292946702134903?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-65015699653365295702009-01-21T17:23:00.001+09:002009-01-21T17:40:17.984+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SXbb1emqJCI/AAAAAAAAElE/bTlITWYmPTI/s1600-h/P1080893.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SXbb1emqJCI/AAAAAAAAElE/bTlITWYmPTI/s400/P1080893.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293660123815355426" /></a><br /><br />Elle a conservé, à un âge avancé, <br />la fraîcheur d'impressions <br />et la grâce d'esprit de sa jeunesse.<br />J'ai toujours remarqué que la bonté<br />était un élément de longévité; <br /><br />Lamartine, Nouvelles Confidences, 1851<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-6501569965336529570?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-25720434525145037492009-01-20T18:13:00.001+09:002009-01-20T18:15:17.967+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SXWV61dcedI/AAAAAAAAEk8/IMLCoBNIdyU/s1600-h/P1080498.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SXWV61dcedI/AAAAAAAAEk8/IMLCoBNIdyU/s400/P1080498.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293301775059417554" /></a><br /><br />Même durant ses jours blancs<br />la ville s'amuse de ses tonalités de bleu.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-2572043452514503749?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-44439882606337523432009-01-19T18:29:00.003+09:002009-01-19T18:54:52.654+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SXRIQeWsAnI/AAAAAAAAEk0/5zbuBjd1rcs/s1600-h/P1080873.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SXRIQeWsAnI/AAAAAAAAEk0/5zbuBjd1rcs/s400/P1080873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292934909930504818" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Solitaire d'ailleurs au milieu de la ville,<br />il ne voyait le monde que par échappées...<br /><br />Balzac, Ferragus, 1833<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-4443988260633752343?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-58230417258700501202009-01-18T17:49:00.002+09:002009-01-18T18:00:07.306+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SXLtadHmFSI/AAAAAAAAEks/i1JiLuhr1sU/s1600-h/P1080880.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SXLtadHmFSI/AAAAAAAAEks/i1JiLuhr1sU/s400/P1080880.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292553550862619938" /></a><br /><br />Shimabuku Michihiro: filme un fish and chips vivant,<br />fait parler un carton heureux de l'être,<br />se demande comment on accepte quelque-chose qu'on ne comprend pas,<br />propose de faire quelque-chose que l'on n'avait pas prévu,<br />plante un éléphant dans la jungle urbaine...<br />Merci Michihiro.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-5823041725870050120?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-84769909486890170402009-01-17T19:32:00.002+09:002009-01-17T19:50:21.771+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SXG1h5F6d3I/AAAAAAAAEkk/r3R2qLKKWj8/s1600-h/P1070799.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SXG1h5F6d3I/AAAAAAAAEkk/r3R2qLKKWj8/s400/P1070799.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292210631002978162" /></a><br /><br />De loin, il m'aperçoit et mon paquet, déja, est posé là...<br />Quand j'entre il sourit, et commence à farfouiller dans son tiroir...<br />Il y a gardé, chaque fois différent, un nouvel allumoir...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-8476990948689017040?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-85039432034607161162009-01-16T21:36:00.001+09:002009-01-16T21:44:12.668+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SXB_r58qhJI/AAAAAAAAEkc/ApdVOxvhHXE/s1600-h/P1080827.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SXB_r58qhJI/AAAAAAAAEkc/ApdVOxvhHXE/s400/P1080827.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291869954426700946" /></a><br /><br />Dès la première heure du jour, <br />la déesse était sur pied,<br />et celui qui voulait mériter ses grâces particulières<br />devait se présenter à son lever pour la prière du matin.<br /> <br />Nerval, Filles feu, Isis, 1854.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-8503943203460716116?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-72763147693393320532009-01-15T15:17:00.001+09:002009-01-15T15:34:33.833+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SW7Yn7O57aI/AAAAAAAAEkE/sBLwwnJ2IoQ/s1600-h/kyogen.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SW7Yn7O57aI/AAAAAAAAEkE/sBLwwnJ2IoQ/s400/kyogen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291404792633617826" /></a><br /><br />Impatiente!<br />Au kyogen ce soir avec les Mansaïs...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-7276314769339332053?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-49569615053653462542009-01-14T22:27:00.001+09:002009-01-14T22:58:22.702+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SW3vPeQR-yI/AAAAAAAAEj0/9fBxqvJu1Z0/s1600-h/P1080861.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SW3vPeQR-yI/AAAAAAAAEj0/9fBxqvJu1Z0/s400/P1080861.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291148186328628002" /></a><br /><br />Sur les chemins de son quartier<br />les maisons sont des chalets<br />et les parcs ont remplacé les jardinets.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-4956961505365346254?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-19120640483617019562009-01-13T20:57:00.002+09:002009-01-13T21:00:37.135+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SWyB0KHr5mI/AAAAAAAAEjs/xY-3ifoxgFQ/s1600-h/P1080857.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SWyB0KHr5mI/AAAAAAAAEjs/xY-3ifoxgFQ/s400/P1080857.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290746395323262562" /></a><br /><br />Si je pouvais, <br />des mercis sur les nuages du balcon j'écrirais<br />et en petite bise les leur enverrais.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-1912064048361701956?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-73017861293497339012009-01-12T17:17:00.000+09:002009-01-12T17:19:04.281+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SWr8wm6PJEI/AAAAAAAAEjk/I2OtZST7u_U/s1600-h/P1080855.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SWr8wm6PJEI/AAAAAAAAEjk/I2OtZST7u_U/s400/P1080855.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290318624308798530" /></a><br /><br />Mon crépuscule de fils répond<br />à son coucher de lune...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SWr8q2lwdhI/AAAAAAAAEjc/KJPkz1u6UD8/s1600-h/34585434.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SWr8q2lwdhI/AAAAAAAAEjc/KJPkz1u6UD8/s400/34585434.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290318525438653970" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-7301786129349733901?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-50547190074298570162009-01-11T17:16:00.001+09:002009-01-11T17:20:38.374+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SWmq9m3e0UI/AAAAAAAAEjU/nwotLw-O75g/s1600-h/hanadaichin.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 339px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SWmq9m3e0UI/AAAAAAAAEjU/nwotLw-O75g/s400/hanadaichin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289947212705354050" /></a><br /><br />Et ils commencèrent une de ces causeries gazouillantes<br />qui font le bruit d'une source, <br />un de ces babillages frais, limpides, intarissables,<br />qui se brisent dans un éclat de rire <br />et se perdent dans un chuchotement.<br /><br />E. et J. de Goncourt, Renée Mauperin, 1864<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-5054719007429857016?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-57194590550348642842009-01-10T09:54:00.003+09:002009-01-11T10:19:09.703+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SWlFUAC_R1I/AAAAAAAAEjM/LGssDCLEWhA/s1600-h/P1080846.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SWlFUAC_R1I/AAAAAAAAEjM/LGssDCLEWhA/s400/P1080846.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289835447235594066" /></a><br /><br />Allons boire un coup<br />Piaillent à l'envi<br />Les oiseaux transis<br /><br />Shiimoto Saimaro, 1659-1738.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-5719459055034864284?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-76479415305493793012009-01-09T18:47:00.000+09:002009-01-09T18:49:38.722+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SWcdcsyT48I/AAAAAAAAEjE/qGS57gyQ5GA/s1600-h/P1040589.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SWcdcsyT48I/AAAAAAAAEjE/qGS57gyQ5GA/s400/P1040589.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289228666265658306" /></a><br /><br />Ce jour-là aussi il pleuvait<br />et on s'était réfugiées de longues heures au musée.<br />Vous me manquez les lutins.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-7647941530549379301?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-74289187585700639722009-01-08T19:47:00.003+09:002009-01-08T20:09:54.221+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SWXaD1xfHDI/AAAAAAAAEi8/wwwmVzhV0mI/s1600-h/P1070252.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SWXaD1xfHDI/AAAAAAAAEi8/wwwmVzhV0mI/s400/P1070252.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288873096925617202" /></a><br /><br />Le bicycle léger s'emballe facilement,<br />Mais lumières et matières le retardent souvent.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-7428918758570063972?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-27008647673162466362009-01-07T19:41:00.000+09:002009-01-08T19:46:11.774+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SWXYi8ixQII/AAAAAAAAEi0/-GrdtA_9t0o/s1600-h/P1070250.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SWXYi8ixQII/AAAAAAAAEi0/-GrdtA_9t0o/s400/P1070250.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288871432295628930" /></a><br /><br />Il fait bleu il fait bon<br />Il fait aujourd'hui<br />Il fait bon il fait bleu.<br /><br />Claudel, Poésies diverses, 1952.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-2700864767316246636?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-20498901351369239502009-01-06T19:38:00.001+09:002009-01-08T19:41:10.383+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SWXXvWgY0YI/AAAAAAAAEis/dvFiQcWa5Kg/s1600-h/P1070308.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SWXXvWgY0YI/AAAAAAAAEis/dvFiQcWa5Kg/s400/P1070308.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288870545911763330" /></a><br /><br />Dans les parcs provinciaux<br />les bancs demeurent presque tout le temps vacants<br />pendant les matinées de semaine.<br /><br />Céline, Voyage, 1932<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-2049890135136923950?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768593821405025734.post-14124271319787141282009-01-05T19:31:00.003+09:002009-01-08T19:38:12.658+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SWXXGC2E3DI/AAAAAAAAEic/0IKNE0fG2D4/s1600-h/P1080830.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SWXXGC2E3DI/AAAAAAAAEic/0IKNE0fG2D4/s400/P1080830.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288869836259384370" /></a><br /><br />« Allez, allez! ferme-moi tes bouquins, <br />ce n'est pas tous les jours qu'on est ensemble! <br />On va sortir, je t'invite. <br />Tu connais bien un endroit rigolo? <br />On va se baguenauder un peu. »<br /><br />Aragon, Les Beaux quartiers, 1936<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SWXXe5zgEaI/AAAAAAAAEik/5vMtUvGXBys/s1600-h/P1080836.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbbejcuAHIg/SWXXe5zgEaI/AAAAAAAAEik/5vMtUvGXBys/s400/P1080836.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288870263329395106" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768593821405025734-1412427131978714128?l=siloinsiproche.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839964882949821805noreply@blogger.com0