tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10571173275490852772012-02-01T20:54:14.213+01:00Changement d'adresse : Jacky Charmouan 28 Hahnengasse 89073 Ulm Deutschland...................... ................L'art postal? C'est à mes yeux un moment de création, de libre expression à l'attention de gens passionnés sans autre but que faire partager ce plaisir gratuit de détourner images, dessins, écrits, pour en faire une composition décalée, surréaliste.Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.comBlogger2281100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-72314693745616900342012-01-30T11:31:00.000+01:002012-01-30T11:32:49.411+01:00<div style="text-align: center;">Reçu le 14/01/2012</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GpGYjNrcN5Q/TyZxW8hDoiI/AAAAAAAAHz8/1alYnzE-G5I/s1600/Ursu+14.01.12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GpGYjNrcN5Q/TyZxW8hDoiI/AAAAAAAAHz8/1alYnzE-G5I/s320/Ursu+14.01.12.jpg" width="215" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-7231469374561690034?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-68139388086014264842012-01-30T11:26:00.000+01:002012-01-30T11:26:53.337+01:00<div style="text-align: center;">Reçu le 15/11/2011</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nuh-1htZgzI/TyZwD11LHDI/AAAAAAAAHzs/lQGSIi127E8/s1600/Raz+Mail+Art+15.11.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="162" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nuh-1htZgzI/TyZwD11LHDI/AAAAAAAAHzs/lQGSIi127E8/s320/Raz+Mail+Art+15.11.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-6813938808601426484?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-82083962177909909882012-01-30T11:21:00.000+01:002012-01-30T11:27:18.087+01:00<div style="text-align: center;">Reçu le 14/01/2012</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">1/2</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VPLC-vs6Hok/TyZuShrKJYI/AAAAAAAAHzQ/1rOLPM894ew/s1600/Marcelle+Simon+14.01.12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="206" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VPLC-vs6Hok/TyZuShrKJYI/AAAAAAAAHzQ/1rOLPM894ew/s320/Marcelle+Simon+14.01.12.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;2/2</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzb3xpQODPA/TyZu_fQn6QI/AAAAAAAAHzY/4TiqYCeJ-5c/s1600/Marcelle+Simon+14.01.12_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzb3xpQODPA/TyZu_fQn6QI/AAAAAAAAHzY/4TiqYCeJ-5c/s320/Marcelle+Simon+14.01.12_0001.jpg" width="224" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-8208396217790990988?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-34779463002079240782012-01-30T11:01:00.000+01:002012-01-30T11:01:44.134+01:00<div style="text-align: center;">Reçu le 04/01/2012</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CK4R7GHRwoo/TyZptxFUCNI/AAAAAAAAHy4/GL_KjlWVmZo/s1600/Jean-Fran%C3%A7ois+Vigeon+04.01.12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="163" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CK4R7GHRwoo/TyZptxFUCNI/AAAAAAAAHy4/GL_KjlWVmZo/s320/Jean-Fran%C3%A7ois+Vigeon+04.01.12.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-3477946300207924078?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-22415390461736577552012-01-29T20:03:00.001+01:002012-01-30T11:36:03.262+01:00<div style="text-align: center;">Envoyé le 30/01/2012 <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7U1wQVIiA4/TyZyPuYp4FI/AAAAAAAAH0M/K6H3fW0zHaE/s1600/Eric+Bensidon+30.01.12_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="194" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7U1wQVIiA4/TyZyPuYp4FI/AAAAAAAAH0M/K6H3fW0zHaE/s320/Eric+Bensidon+30.01.12_0001.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;</span></span></span></span> <br /><br />Envoyé le 30/01/2012 <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUnUYNLp4ik/TyZyK3S6rtI/AAAAAAAAH0E/a1-rosOlY2Q/s1600/Eric+Bensidon+30.01.12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="186" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUnUYNLp4ik/TyZyK3S6rtI/AAAAAAAAH0E/a1-rosOlY2Q/s320/Eric+Bensidon+30.01.12.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></span></span></span> <br /><br /><br />Reçu le 13/01/2012</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OtjlOWnbHQM/TyWX0B9rtRI/AAAAAAAAHyk/HZT712qNo3Y/s1600/Eric+Bensidon+13.01.12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OtjlOWnbHQM/TyWX0B9rtRI/AAAAAAAAHyk/HZT712qNo3Y/s320/Eric+Bensidon+13.01.12.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-2241539046173657755?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-86860521440911001882012-01-29T19:28:00.000+01:002012-01-29T19:29:09.741+01:00<div style="text-align: center;">Reçu le 12/01/2012</div><div style="text-align: center;">recto</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T57mRbkN8ik/TyWPSPGTjMI/AAAAAAAAHxo/b6WVWSXtE1g/s1600/Raymond+Furlotte+12.01.12_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="134" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T57mRbkN8ik/TyWPSPGTjMI/AAAAAAAAHxo/b6WVWSXtE1g/s320/Raymond+Furlotte+12.01.12_0001.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">verso</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bb-jeZtcZQ4/TyWPMmKd7-I/AAAAAAAAHxg/I9UL96_vUjs/s1600/Raymond+Furlotte+12.01.12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="135" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bb-jeZtcZQ4/TyWPMmKd7-I/AAAAAAAAHxg/I9UL96_vUjs/s320/Raymond+Furlotte+12.01.12.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-8686052144091100188?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-5511823320134760632012-01-29T19:24:00.000+01:002012-01-29T19:28:46.143+01:00<div style="text-align: center;">Reçu le 25/01/2012</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_CO29A7CA9s/TyWOoDaX_mI/AAAAAAAAHxY/_3aInfWCMMc/s1600/Philippe+Charron+25.01.12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="221" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_CO29A7CA9s/TyWOoDaX_mI/AAAAAAAAHxY/_3aInfWCMMc/s320/Philippe+Charron+25.01.12.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-551182332013476063?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-41661225864627956622012-01-29T19:20:00.000+01:002012-01-29T19:21:48.318+01:00<div style="text-align: center;">Reçu le 12/01/2012</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E_T-vtWKs3U/TyWN4NjikVI/AAAAAAAAHxQ/_EUWoXfA114/s1600/Nicole+Eippers+12.01.12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E_T-vtWKs3U/TyWN4NjikVI/AAAAAAAAHxQ/_EUWoXfA114/s320/Nicole+Eippers+12.01.12.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-4166122586462795662?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-1111715931330273762012-01-29T19:18:00.000+01:002012-01-29T19:21:27.756+01:00<div style="text-align: center;">Reçu le 19/01/2012</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JQomQXGsJYE/TyWNGDtG9QI/AAAAAAAAHxE/BB_NgXR0PIk/s1600/Lisette+Candela+19.01.12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JQomQXGsJYE/TyWNGDtG9QI/AAAAAAAAHxE/BB_NgXR0PIk/s320/Lisette+Candela+19.01.12.jpg" width="217" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-111171593133027376?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-50964845291948519952012-01-29T19:04:00.001+01:002012-01-29T19:13:57.535+01:00<div style="text-align: center;">Reçu le 05/01/2012<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ntsONXvDJk/TyWMEOZtrfI/AAAAAAAAHw8/cLwDTq9bjOY/s1600/Claire+L%27%C3%A9p%C3%A9e+05.01.12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="224" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ntsONXvDJk/TyWMEOZtrfI/AAAAAAAAHw8/cLwDTq9bjOY/s320/Claire+L%27%C3%A9p%C3%A9e+05.01.12.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-5096484529194851995?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-78762793466693420712012-01-29T18:47:00.001+01:002012-01-30T10:48:35.028+01:00<div style="text-align: center;">Reçu le 10/01/2012</div><div style="text-align: center;">1/2</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eaTVUeru-4c/TyWFlbwLIWI/AAAAAAAAHw0/9UvNIUhF7PU/s1600/Geha+et+Pierre+10.01.12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eaTVUeru-4c/TyWFlbwLIWI/AAAAAAAAHw0/9UvNIUhF7PU/s320/Geha+et+Pierre+10.01.12.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">2/2</div><div style="text-align: center;">Réalisé par Pierre </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ebb2wwmseV4/TyWFfPdlrJI/AAAAAAAAHws/x347gNDLaQs/s1600/Geha+et+Pierre+09.01.12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="243" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ebb2wwmseV4/TyWFfPdlrJI/AAAAAAAAHws/x347gNDLaQs/s320/Geha+et+Pierre+09.01.12.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-7876279346669342071?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-44097525434273494512012-01-29T18:33:00.002+01:002012-01-30T11:59:05.415+01:00<div style="text-align: center;">Reçu le 03/01/2012 <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dvRlJLWBOMc/TyWDMuCW0kI/AAAAAAAAHwc/lYnryzWoWi0/s1600/Kiki+Desvaux+03.01.12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dvRlJLWBOMc/TyWDMuCW0kI/AAAAAAAAHwc/lYnryzWoWi0/s320/Kiki+Desvaux+03.01.12.jpg" width="226" /></a></div>Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image <br /><br /><br />Envoyé le 06/12/2011</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9jtE9JKu4KM/TyWCsX9ApkI/AAAAAAAAHwQ/xqAK0dvpF5s/s1600/Kiki+Desvaux+06.12.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9jtE9JKu4KM/TyWCsX9ApkI/AAAAAAAAHwQ/xqAK0dvpF5s/s320/Kiki+Desvaux+06.12.11.jpg" width="157" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-4409752543427349451?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-91564028326613917392012-01-28T18:04:00.001+01:002012-01-28T18:43:48.809+01:00<div style="text-align: center;">Envoyé le 26/01/2012</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cx9P4QA8kmI/TyQqfrCmMPI/AAAAAAAAHvc/WK_bJBPQLDg/s1600/Bernard+Cathelin+26.01.12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="162" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cx9P4QA8kmI/TyQqfrCmMPI/AAAAAAAAHvc/WK_bJBPQLDg/s320/Bernard+Cathelin+26.01.12.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image<br /><br />Reçu le 25/01/2012 <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YP81RgHfDSw/TyQzk8MsWbI/AAAAAAAAHwA/ad4yk3t2CoM/s1600/Bernard+Cathelin+25.01.12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="226" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YP81RgHfDSw/TyQzk8MsWbI/AAAAAAAAHwA/ad4yk3t2CoM/s320/Bernard+Cathelin+25.01.12.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-9156402832661391739?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-9605880275353464432012-01-28T18:01:00.001+01:002012-01-28T18:41:05.566+01:00<div style="text-align: center;">Envoyé le 26/01/2012</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-54sI1jXxgeI/TyQppw6hb4I/AAAAAAAAHvU/t9gx4HWB-iQ/s1600/Alain+Arn%C3%A9odo+26.01.12_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-54sI1jXxgeI/TyQppw6hb4I/AAAAAAAAHvU/t9gx4HWB-iQ/s320/Alain+Arn%C3%A9odo+26.01.12_0001.jpg" width="158" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image<br /><br />Reçu le 04/01/2012 <br />1/2<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rqE7OP0nVAI/TyQyzghOQ0I/AAAAAAAAHvs/1nCukOejC2A/s1600/Alain+Arn%25C3%25A9odo+04.01.12_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rqE7OP0nVAI/TyQyzghOQ0I/AAAAAAAAHvs/1nCukOejC2A/s320/Alain+Arn%25C3%25A9odo+04.01.12_0001.jpg" width="201" /></a></div>&nbsp;2/2 <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X7qnSKOSpjQ/TyQy3mIVyQI/AAAAAAAAHv0/QEc8zjrnNu8/s1600/Alain+Arn%C3%A9odo+04.01.12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X7qnSKOSpjQ/TyQy3mIVyQI/AAAAAAAAHv0/QEc8zjrnNu8/s320/Alain+Arn%C3%A9odo+04.01.12.jpg" width="196" /></a></div>Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-960588027535346443?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-65610312833543926352011-12-02T21:51:00.002+01:002012-01-28T12:47:30.909+01:00<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #0c343d; font-size: large;"><b>La nature crée des différences, la société en fait des inégalités.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="color: black;">Tahar Ben Jelloun</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 02 décembre 2011</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q7aVhyznTjE/Tu8zVdFYnYI/AAAAAAAAHng/I05XPMUlDGg/s1600/Gianni+Romeo+02.12.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q7aVhyznTjE/Tu8zVdFYnYI/AAAAAAAAHng/I05XPMUlDGg/s320/Gianni+Romeo+02.12.11.jpg" width="158" /></a></div><span style="color: black;"></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></div><br /><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">Je ne lècherais même pas un timbre-poste, on ne sait jamais avec les calories.</span></b><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Hilde Bruch</b>,<i> L´Enigme de l´anorexie</i>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Recu le 18 novembre 2011</div><div style="text-align: center;">recto</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-walxyUh0zaA/Ttk4XhdxzjI/AAAAAAAAHe4/8rsPrjKIjs4/s1600/Gianni+Romeo+18.11.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="220" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-walxyUh0zaA/Ttk4XhdxzjI/AAAAAAAAHe4/8rsPrjKIjs4/s320/Gianni+Romeo+18.11.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Verso</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a2nNxlBUnnY/Ttk4Ub6urVI/AAAAAAAAHew/Kn3ut_KEfYU/s1600/Gianni+Romeo+18.11.11_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="220" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a2nNxlBUnnY/Ttk4Ub6urVI/AAAAAAAAHew/Kn3ut_KEfYU/s320/Gianni+Romeo+18.11.11_0001.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-6561031283354392635?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-25146870471726589202011-11-07T20:26:00.003+01:002012-01-30T11:03:33.924+01:00<div style="color: #073763;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;Reçu le 04/01/2012</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HuoSs0xghZ8/TyZqwy0eJWI/AAAAAAAAHzA/Uh7bLe8znec/s1600/Lucie+Monnier+04.01.12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="160" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HuoSs0xghZ8/TyZqwy0eJWI/AAAAAAAAHzA/Uh7bLe8znec/s320/Lucie+Monnier+04.01.12.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"><b>Flamand (e): Ecole de peinture célèbre pour sa période rose.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Marc Escayrol</b>,<i> Mots et Grumots, 2003.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 01 décembre 2011</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GfCYwRRAVCc/Tue0eAQyVWI/AAAAAAAAHlU/KdHnuiwBu28/s1600/Lucie+Monnier+01.12.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GfCYwRRAVCc/Tue0eAQyVWI/AAAAAAAAHlU/KdHnuiwBu28/s320/Lucie+Monnier+01.12.11.jpg" width="157" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"></span><br />&nbsp;</span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt;"></span></span><br /><span style="color: #f9cb9c; font-size: large;"><b>Ce n´est pas l´encre qui fait l´écriture, c´est la voix, la vérité solitaire de la voix, l´hémorragie de vérité au ventre de la voix.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;">Christian Bobin, L´inespérée, 1994.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Recu le 18 novembre 2011</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1lhTtP0GTWY/TtlEAKOFYjI/AAAAAAAAHfk/BOC-TPhVM9M/s1600/Lucie+Monnier+18.11.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="159" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1lhTtP0GTWY/TtlEAKOFYjI/AAAAAAAAHfk/BOC-TPhVM9M/s320/Lucie+Monnier+18.11.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Le serpent. Trop long. / Le ver. En voilà un qui s'étire et qui s'allonge comme une belle nouille.</b></span></div><b>Jules Renard</b><i>, Histoires naturelles.</i><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Envoyé le 04 novembre 2011</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sd4OsvAWxvE/Trgu2z8gLSI/AAAAAAAAHUY/w_fnSeNPjoc/s1600/Lucie+Monnier+04.11.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sd4OsvAWxvE/Trgu2z8gLSI/AAAAAAAAHUY/w_fnSeNPjoc/s320/Lucie+Monnier+04.11.11.jpg" width="159" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-2514687047172658920?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-8541616120394889282011-10-29T15:47:00.000+02:002011-10-29T15:48:07.918+02:00<div style="color: #783f04;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Sur le fond de mes nuits Dieu de son doigt savant / dessine un cauchemar multiforme et sans trêve.</b></span></div><b>Charles Baudelaire</b>, <i>Les Fleurs du Mal, le Gouffre, 1857.</i><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Envoyé le 25 octobre 2011</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QSepa2gbiSE/TqwCiRt_qnI/AAAAAAAAHPQ/8mIz4FyAiD0/s1600/Marianne+Astoul+25.10.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="317" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QSepa2gbiSE/TqwCiRt_qnI/AAAAAAAAHPQ/8mIz4FyAiD0/s320/Marianne+Astoul+25.10.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-854161612039488928?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-13732950312396567042011-10-26T18:36:00.002+02:002012-01-27T22:24:06.690+01:00<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;Envoyé le 07 décembre 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QZWCG3T0TnY/TyMVhqmwv4I/AAAAAAAAHqk/Fuv-AfkgTMk/s1600/Sandra+Pinon+07.12.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="157" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QZWCG3T0TnY/TyMVhqmwv4I/AAAAAAAAHqk/Fuv-AfkgTMk/s320/Sandra+Pinon+07.12.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><b>&nbsp;</b>Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><br /><span style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"><b>Toi le terrien, la folle course de ta Vie doit s´arrêter à un harmonieux fil d´arrivée et le plus tôt possible.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Daniel Desbiens</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Recu le 12 novembre 2011</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rdWm43JTaQ8/Tt5xTJo_5yI/AAAAAAAAHiw/uGFtAkezw0o/s1600/Sandra+Pinon+12.11.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rdWm43JTaQ8/Tt5xTJo_5yI/AAAAAAAAHiw/uGFtAkezw0o/s320/Sandra+Pinon+12.11.11.jpg" width="317" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Devenir immortel, c'est trahir, pour un humain.</b></span><br /><b>Jean Giraudoux</b>,<i> Amphitryon 38, 1929.</i><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Envoyé le 24 octobre 2011</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m5gyUAvzT5E/Tqg1pLXC86I/AAAAAAAAHN0/73uluVRyO9w/s1600/Sandra+Pinon+24.10.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m5gyUAvzT5E/Tqg1pLXC86I/AAAAAAAAHN0/73uluVRyO9w/s320/Sandra+Pinon+24.10.11.jpg" width="319" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-1373295031239656704?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-56941239957911683392011-10-18T22:43:00.003+02:002011-10-19T23:06:33.042+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp;<span style="font-size: large;"><b>L'oeil existe à l'état sauvage.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>André Breton </b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Envoyé le 03 octobre 2011</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UtJiVBIFtf0/Tp3kFKKDVfI/AAAAAAAAHH8/kpPvNdxvlI0/s1600/Christine+M%25C3%25BChlich+03.10.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="157" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UtJiVBIFtf0/Tp3kFKKDVfI/AAAAAAAAHH8/kpPvNdxvlI0/s320/Christine+M%25C3%25BChlich+03.10.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l´image</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-5694123995791168339?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-35350563897738572062011-09-29T20:12:00.003+02:002011-10-15T21:43:42.378+02:00<div style="color: #134f5c; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Tandis qu'à la frayeur, j'abandonnais mon âme.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Voltaire</span></span></span></b><i><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">, Oedipe, IV, I, 1718.</span></span></span></i><b><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"></span></b><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 27 septembre 2011</span></span><b><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vuke8sylBqQ/TpnfeNFlJLI/AAAAAAAAHHI/BIxjxXbItWg/s1600/Stefanie+Wojciech++27.09.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="157" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vuke8sylBqQ/TpnfeNFlJLI/AAAAAAAAHHI/BIxjxXbItWg/s320/Stefanie+Wojciech++27.09.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;</span></div><br /><div style="color: #999999;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Italie! Italie! Ah! pleure tes collines, / Où l´histoire du monde est écrite en ruines</span><span style="font-size: large;">!</span></b><b>&nbsp;</b></div><b>Lamartine</b>, <i>Harmonies poétiques et religieuses.</i><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Recu le 06 septembre 2011</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KFBPbIgEiYg/ToSzX2VytRI/AAAAAAAAHEM/4UvV-_OowOA/s1600/St%C3%83%C2%A9phanie+Wojciech+06.09.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="237px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KFBPbIgEiYg/ToSzX2VytRI/AAAAAAAAHEM/4UvV-_OowOA/s320/St%25C3%25A9phanie+Wojciech+06.09.11.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-3535056389773857206?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-46496841964618420222011-08-23T14:47:00.001+02:002011-09-20T19:42:31.843+02:00<div style="color: #660000;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"><strong>Grâce à la semaine de quarante heures, on pouvait voir le samedi matin des couples, montés sur des tandems, qui pédalaient vers les portes de Paris.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><strong>Simone de Beauvoir</strong>, <em>La Force de l´âge, 1960.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 26 août 2011</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SXC6gq6-m0Y/TnjOriy8oaI/AAAAAAAAHA0/Pg1jQFIZqzw/s1600/Pedro+Bericot+26.08.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="272" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SXC6gq6-m0Y/TnjOriy8oaI/AAAAAAAAHA0/Pg1jQFIZqzw/s320/Pedro+Bericot+26.08.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Une chose facile à avoir en décembre, c'est du sang-froid.</b></span></div><b>Alphonse Allais</b><br /><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Reçu le 12 août 2011</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M1h92BvNwpI/TlOgYFLeQ4I/AAAAAAAAG-c/71y5HDmsMiM/s1600/Pedro+Bericat+12.08.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="232" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M1h92BvNwpI/TlOgYFLeQ4I/AAAAAAAAG-c/71y5HDmsMiM/s320/Pedro+Bericat+12.08.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-4649684196461842022?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-61110282969303611672011-08-04T17:08:00.004+02:002011-08-05T14:07:10.856+02:00<strong><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">Ce n´est pas un petit travail d´accorder sagesse et musique.</span></strong><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong>Alain</strong>,<em> Propos de littérature, 1934</em>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Envoyé le 30 juillet 2011 à Heidi und Helmut Pehnack</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TnMYwgz0Vmk/TjqzpLPnzuI/AAAAAAAAG7U/g7rmTEr_Rf4/s1600/Heidi+und+Helmut+Pehnack+30.07.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TnMYwgz0Vmk/TjqzpLPnzuI/AAAAAAAAG7U/g7rmTEr_Rf4/s320/Heidi+und+Helmut+Pehnack+30.07.11.jpg" width="159" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;">&nbsp;</span></strong><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><strong><span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: #999999; font-size: large;">On ne put m´arracher l´aveu qu´on exigeait (...)</span></strong><br /><strong>Jean-Jacques Rousseau</strong>,<em> Les Confessions, Edition posthume, 1782-1789.&nbsp;</em><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Envoyé le 30 juillet 2011 à Elfi Gleinser</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JlXi7hPmPEk/TjqxdC06CHI/AAAAAAAAG7Q/4CefJFsvqCw/s1600/Elfi+Gleinser+30.07.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JlXi7hPmPEk/TjqxdC06CHI/AAAAAAAAG7Q/4CefJFsvqCw/s320/Elfi+Gleinser+30.07.11.jpg" width="158" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;">&nbsp;</span></strong><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-6111028296930361167?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-4268847799633190412011-07-25T12:45:00.000+02:002011-07-25T12:46:13.540+02:00<strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Comme il est bon que les oisillons qui s´emplument essaient leurs ailes.</span></strong><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Mike Resnik</strong>, <em>Kirinyaga, Une utopie africaine, 1998.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Envoyé le 21 juillet 2011 à Christa Schleich</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--TAuuYS7FNs/Ti1HERGyuNI/AAAAAAAAG6U/nmjTQlOeXk0/s1600/Christa+Schleich+21.07.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="155" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--TAuuYS7FNs/Ti1HERGyuNI/AAAAAAAAG6U/nmjTQlOeXk0/s320/Christa+Schleich+21.07.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l´image</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-426884779963319041?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-27344605778812722942011-07-13T15:18:00.002+02:002011-10-18T22:43:42.521+02:00<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"><b>J´entend ta voix dans tous les bruits du monde.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Paul Eluard</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 14 juillet 2011</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sGCIyJq2rt0/TiGzMYUn_qI/AAAAAAAAG5M/ptLVcZujDt8/s1600/Chris+Day+14.07.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sGCIyJq2rt0/TiGzMYUn_qI/AAAAAAAAG5M/ptLVcZujDt8/s320/Chris+Day+14.07.11.jpg" width="157" /></a></div><div align="center">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l´image</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><b><span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;">On dit fort bien que si les triangles faisaient un dieu, ils lui donneraient trois cotés</span></b>.<b>Baron de Montesquieu</b>, <i>Lettres persanes, 1721</i>.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Recu le 02 juillet 2011</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--47N7eTDcvw/Th2YiQxeZCI/AAAAAAAAG4M/SOWU3TqAFcM/s1600/Chris+Day+02.07.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="136" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--47N7eTDcvw/Th2YiQxeZCI/AAAAAAAAG4M/SOWU3TqAFcM/s320/Chris+Day+02.07.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l´image</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-2734460577881272294?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-40837258281354148502011-07-05T13:53:00.002+02:002011-07-09T15:40:20.180+02:00<div style="color: #4c1130;"><div style="color: #20124d; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>La vie est une maladie mortelle sexuellement transmissible.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><b> Woody Allen</b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;Envoyé le 07 juillet 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C-TbthHsAHA/ThhZGSmdt_I/AAAAAAAAG28/5RYbFuCyDTI/s1600/Emilie+Gros+07.07.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C-TbthHsAHA/ThhZGSmdt_I/AAAAAAAAG28/5RYbFuCyDTI/s320/Emilie+Gros+07.07.11.jpg" width="159" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Nul besoin de temples, nul besoin de philosophies compliquées. Notre cerveau et notre coeur sont nos temples.</b></span></div><b>Dalaï-Lama</b><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Reçu le 22 juin 2011</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8HmfJ1XtcOo/ThL5cTr7sOI/AAAAAAAAGxI/ZMbsnUkcjfY/s1600/Emilie+Gros+22.06.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="161" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8HmfJ1XtcOo/ThL5cTr7sOI/AAAAAAAAGxI/ZMbsnUkcjfY/s320/Emilie+Gros+22.06.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-4083725828135414850?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-53032456140159769662011-07-04T09:20:00.007+02:002011-09-29T19:19:15.972+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: purple;">......................................... </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><b><span style="font-size: large;">HOMMAGE A UN SEIGNEUR DU MAIL ART - Le blog de Tony et ...</span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Le connaissez vous? 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Jacky Charmouan et son incomparable manière ...<br />postenomade.over-blog.com/article-un-seigneur-de-l-art-posta...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://postenomade.over-blog.com/article-un-seigneur-de-l-art-postale-83820150.html"><span style="color: black;">http://postenomade.over-blog.com/article-un-seigneur-de-l-art-postale-83820150.html</span></a></b><br /><br /><span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><b>............................ </b></span><br /><br /><span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><b>Un article sur l'art postal avec quelques enveloppes de ce blog pour support<br /></b></span><br /><span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><b>Dans la revue " <span style="font-size: x-large;">Plume</span>"</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(1/2)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KLB82C93w6E/ThFpZkagj4I/AAAAAAAAGuc/t4F0odPkL7g/s1600/Plume_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KLB82C93w6E/ThFpZkagj4I/AAAAAAAAGuc/t4F0odPkL7g/s320/Plume_0001.jpg" width="252" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(2/2)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mzix27-MxT8/ThFpMwoAWoI/AAAAAAAAGuY/qi2oEFxSgT4/s1600/Plume.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mzix27-MxT8/ThFpMwoAWoI/AAAAAAAAGuY/qi2oEFxSgT4/s320/Plume.jpg" width="250" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-5303245614015976966?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-78448936080375054982011-07-03T18:51:00.012+02:002012-01-28T17:20:51.790+01:00<div style="color: #b45f06;"><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: left;"><div style="color: #999999; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Reçu le 16 décembre 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DOzKgL8nh_A/TyQgMa04B4I/AAAAAAAAHtU/8LFsiBv-iBo/s1600/Renate+Schiess+16.12.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DOzKgL8nh_A/TyQgMa04B4I/AAAAAAAAHtU/8LFsiBv-iBo/s320/Renate+Schiess+16.12.11.jpg" width="218" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="color: #783f04;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>L´étrangeté est le condiment nécessaire de toute beauté.</b></span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Charles Baudelaire</b></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 26 août 2011</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5LWetMnO2AA/TnjgTABStyI/AAAAAAAAHA8/PHgOFAJ7sYU/s1600/Renate+Schiess+26.08.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5LWetMnO2AA/TnjgTABStyI/AAAAAAAAHA8/PHgOFAJ7sYU/s320/Renate+Schiess+26.08.11.jpg" width="210" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Il se trouvoit justement lors en la plus agréable fleur et en la plus belle saison de son aage.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Jacques Amyot</b>, <i>Agésilas, 59.</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Reçu le 13 août 2011</span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iESw4U-bQVY/TlOiEmcYauI/AAAAAAAAG-g/0MHNxSGpOd8/s1600/Renate+Schiess+13.08.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="226" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iESw4U-bQVY/TlOiEmcYauI/AAAAAAAAG-g/0MHNxSGpOd8/s320/Renate+Schiess+13.08.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><br /><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><b>Il est où, exactement, ce Japon? Par là, toujours tout droit. Jusqu´à la fin du monde.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Alessandro Baricco</b>,<i> Soie, 1997</i>.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 22 juillet 2011</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ISkXva4Y1RU/Ti1lzbFUTKI/AAAAAAAAG6s/gYw2qmnc9xM/s1600/Renate+Schiess++22.07.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ISkXva4Y1RU/Ti1lzbFUTKI/AAAAAAAAG6s/gYw2qmnc9xM/s320/Renate+Schiess++22.07.11.jpg" width="157" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"><b>Le concret, c´est de l´abstrait rendu familier par l´usage.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Paul Langevin</b><i>, La Pensée et l´action.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Recu le 20 juillet 2011</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tsNxPwOdMPE/Tilpr_Z9OuI/AAAAAAAAG6E/GhXl3Hytpzo/s1600/Renate+Schiess+20.07.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="165" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tsNxPwOdMPE/Tilpr_Z9OuI/AAAAAAAAG6E/GhXl3Hytpzo/s320/Renate+Schiess+20.07.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Je n'ai pas les moyens de perdre mon temps à gagner de l'argent.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Louis Agassiz</b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;Envoyé le 06 juillet 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5UHkF_3b5vA/ThgxYQ1fyMI/AAAAAAAAG2Q/pBwftxdjwT8/s1600/Renate+Schiess+06.07.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5UHkF_3b5vA/ThgxYQ1fyMI/AAAAAAAAG2Q/pBwftxdjwT8/s320/Renate+Schiess+06.07.11.jpg" width="160" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>La poésie n'est pas autre chose pour moi que l'art de décrire l'invisible, avec des images d'ange.&nbsp;</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Malcolm de Chazal</span></span></b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">, La Vie filtrée.</span></span></i><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp; </b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Reçu le 10 juin 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YzC5374QGLA/ThS-8wU-P4I/AAAAAAAAGyo/QM3Wg4okLek/s1600/Renate+Schiess+10.06.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="215" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YzC5374QGLA/ThS-8wU-P4I/AAAAAAAAGyo/QM3Wg4okLek/s320/Renate+Schiess+10.06.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image </span></span><b><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt;"></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt;"><br /></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt;"><br /></span></b></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Toutes les femmes écrivent. On ne trouve même plus de femme de ménage.</b></span></div><b>Paul Léautaud</b><br /><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Envoyé le 26 mai 2011</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--UNCY-ZIezk/ThCcQbuofOI/AAAAAAAAGt8/K_Voh3gEQ0g/s1600/Renate+Schiess+Siebenb%25C3%25BCrgen+26.05.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--UNCY-ZIezk/ThCcQbuofOI/AAAAAAAAGt8/K_Voh3gEQ0g/s320/Renate+Schiess+Siebenb%25C3%25BCrgen+26.05.11.jpg" width="162" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-7844893608037505498?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-254524519285132652011-07-02T22:01:00.000+02:002011-07-02T22:01:59.850+02:00<div style="color: #999999;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>On peut détester sans haine, comme on peut aimer sans tendresse.</b></span></div><b>Anne Barratin</b>, <i>De vous à moi, 1892.</i><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Envoyé le 07 juin 2011</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wupaRBU8iZI/Tg933xjyVnI/AAAAAAAAGtU/Q9m6PV3V58Y/s1600/Morgane+Hornsperger+07.06.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wupaRBU8iZI/Tg933xjyVnI/AAAAAAAAGtU/Q9m6PV3V58Y/s320/Morgane+Hornsperger+07.06.11.jpg" width="160" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-25452451928513265?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-20394789587517907002011-07-02T15:58:00.014+02:002012-01-28T17:16:07.018+01:00<div style="color: #b45f06;"><div style="color: #b45f06; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="color: #444444; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 16 décembre 2011 </span></span></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2MmvM4GHySg/TyQfJ4iLIEI/AAAAAAAAHtA/Bs2swS5gYHo/s1600/Mary+Perly+16.12.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="156" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2MmvM4GHySg/TyQfJ4iLIEI/AAAAAAAAHtA/Bs2swS5gYHo/s320/Mary+Perly+16.12.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image<br /><span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;Reçu le 15 décembre 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D3vOJLdtSRA/TyPwKFO5suI/AAAAAAAAHrk/Hn87RbHs3E4/s1600/Mary+Perly+15.12.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="235" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D3vOJLdtSRA/TyPwKFO5suI/AAAAAAAAHrk/Hn87RbHs3E4/s320/Mary+Perly+15.12.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></div><span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;Un jour nous nous embarquerons sur l´étang de nos souvenirs / Et referons pour le plaisir / Le voyage doux de la vie.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Léo Ferré</b><i>, L´Etang chimérique</i><b>.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 01 d´cembre 2011</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UMAdjSsI_PY/Tue2KX86gqI/AAAAAAAAHlc/vdBXNMkYFMM/s1600/Mary+Perly+01.12.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UMAdjSsI_PY/Tue2KX86gqI/AAAAAAAAHlc/vdBXNMkYFMM/s320/Mary+Perly+01.12.11.jpg" width="157" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></span></span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;</span><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt;"><br /></span></span></div><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt;"></span></span><br /><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;"><b>La vie se chante, la vie se pleure /&nbsp;Elle est changeante comme les couleurs.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;">Joe Dassin, La vie se chante, la vie se pleure, 1978.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Recu le 28 octobre 2011</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9emTjDXDiSE/TtlGJIPlUiI/AAAAAAAAHfw/Vxssz-X_EKk/s1600/Mary+Perly+28.10.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="260" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9emTjDXDiSE/TtlGJIPlUiI/AAAAAAAAHfw/Vxssz-X_EKk/s320/Mary+Perly+28.10.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><b>On a tôt fait de déceler le déséquilibré quand il est précisément un équilibriste.</b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Antoine Blondin</b></span><i><span style="font-size: small;">, Certificats d'études.</span> </i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 31 octobre 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42j7gi6flv8/TraSAZCpAzI/AAAAAAAAHUI/EoKTt00eunk/s1600/Mary+Perly+31.10.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42j7gi6flv8/TraSAZCpAzI/AAAAAAAAHUI/EoKTt00eunk/s320/Mary+Perly+31.10.11.jpg" width="160" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Un ennuyeux s'ennuie chez les clowns. / Un joyeux s'amuse aux enterrements.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Félix Leclerc</b>, <i>Carcajou ou le Diable des bois.</i></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 06 juillet 2011</span></span></span><b style="color: #674ea7;"><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xfeofSRsVDY/ThgvV9leCQI/AAAAAAAAG2I/ehaaF5eK8wU/s1600/Mary+Perly+06.07.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="157" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xfeofSRsVDY/ThgvV9leCQI/AAAAAAAAG2I/ehaaF5eK8wU/s320/Mary+Perly+06.07.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b style="color: #674ea7;">&nbsp;</b></span><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b style="color: #674ea7;">Dieu, d'un doigt négligent, dessine sur le sable une histoire qui ment.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Jean Anouilh</span></span></b><i><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">, Le Vieux Loup.</span></span>&nbsp;</span></i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Reçu le 29 juin 2011 (1)</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FjEajSlARwM/Tg8nW8T4gRI/AAAAAAAAGrc/7Ebd3lsWa54/s1600/Mary+Perly+29.06.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="163" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FjEajSlARwM/Tg8nW8T4gRI/AAAAAAAAGrc/7Ebd3lsWa54/s320/Mary+Perly+29.06.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Marque-page réalisé par Mary</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Reçu le 29 juin 2011 (2)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-btAyiwXwWGw/Tg8pEE37l6I/AAAAAAAAGrk/DM7c38jkJSg/s1600/Mary+Perly+29.06.11_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-btAyiwXwWGw/Tg8pEE37l6I/AAAAAAAAGrk/DM7c38jkJSg/s320/Mary+Perly+29.06.11_0001.jpg" width="82" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>L'art, au bout du compte, n'est peut-être pas plus sérieux que le jeu de quilles?</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Gustave Flaubert</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 07 juin 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlSCfLGaP0c/Tg8k9SCiZcI/AAAAAAAAGrY/TU8A2SPI1rM/s1600/Mary+Perly+07.06.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlSCfLGaP0c/Tg8k9SCiZcI/AAAAAAAAGrY/TU8A2SPI1rM/s320/Mary+Perly+07.06.11.jpg" width="152" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></div><br /><div style="color: #741b47;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Ici gît une nature morte.</b></span></div></div><b>Epitaphe d'un peintre</b><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Reçu le 07 mai 2011 (1)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LNzmHd69PpY/Tg8jMCrQ_VI/AAAAAAAAGrU/4LBNzx6bE_0/s1600/Mary+Perly+07.05.11+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="262" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LNzmHd69PpY/Tg8jMCrQ_VI/AAAAAAAAGrU/4LBNzx6bE_0/s320/Mary+Perly+07.05.11+%25282%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Dessin Série Rock&nbsp; N° 2/12</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Reçu le 07 mai 2011 (2)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kw3yK-MvZag/Tg8ilE7WbZI/AAAAAAAAGrQ/o7gDBLv1Cm8/s1600/Mary+Perly+07.05.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kw3yK-MvZag/Tg8ilE7WbZI/AAAAAAAAGrQ/o7gDBLv1Cm8/s320/Mary+Perly+07.05.11.jpg" width="229" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-2039478958751790700?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-49981434068941194102011-04-19T16:29:00.004+02:002011-09-20T16:53:21.551+02:00<div style="color: #a64d79;"><div style="color: #073763; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;"><strong>Un peu d´éclat, un peu de poussière&nbsp;:&nbsp;c´est un héros... ou un papillon.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><strong>Paul-Jean Toulet</strong>,<em> Les trois impostures, 1922.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Recu le 26 août 2011</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LvYr39WRiUo/TnidFihzneI/AAAAAAAAHAw/-gON-ZD78KA/s1600/Natercia+Tom%25C3%25A9+26.08.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LvYr39WRiUo/TnidFihzneI/AAAAAAAAHAw/-gON-ZD78KA/s320/Natercia+Tom%25C3%25A9+26.08.11.jpg" width="258" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="color: #999999; font-size: large;"><strong>Chez les bonnes gens, la vie est aussi plate qu´un court de tennis.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><strong>Frédéric Dard</strong>, <em>San-Antonio</em>.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 26 août 2011</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y4GFME80pQ8/TnibEijtU7I/AAAAAAAAHAo/p9QSTNXJfZI/s1600/Natercia+Tome+26.08.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="274" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y4GFME80pQ8/TnibEijtU7I/AAAAAAAAHAo/p9QSTNXJfZI/s320/Natercia+Tome+26.08.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Dans un Flache laissée par l'inondation du mois précédent à un sentier assez haut elle me fit remarquer de très petits poissons.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Arthur Rimbaud</b>, <i>Illuminations, 1873-1875.</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;Envoyé le 22 avril 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TY2BdENSWRQ/TcZbHo1EMeI/AAAAAAAAGmE/pJEdifwD15U/s1600/Natercia+Tom%25C3%25A9+22.04.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="158" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TY2BdENSWRQ/TcZbHo1EMeI/AAAAAAAAGmE/pJEdifwD15U/s320/Natercia+Tom%25C3%25A9+22.04.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Créer, c'est produire quelque chose à partir de rien.</b></span></div><b>Saint Albert le Grand</b> <br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Reçu le 08 avril 2011</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HKMZ1PIGUIs/Ta2bIIUAPHI/AAAAAAAAGjg/dBZfPWtMMd0/s1600/Natercia+Tom%25C3%25A9+08.04.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HKMZ1PIGUIs/Ta2bIIUAPHI/AAAAAAAAGjg/dBZfPWtMMd0/s320/Natercia+Tom%25C3%25A9+08.04.11.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-4998143406894119410?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-13852192465730460502011-04-18T10:15:00.004+02:002011-07-10T21:22:42.402+02:00<div style="color: #351c75;"><div style="color: #b45f06; text-align: left;"><div style="color: #073763; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>La vérité est sur la terre comme un miroir brisé dont chaque éclat reflète la totalité du ciel.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Christian Bobin</b>,<i> Ressusciter.</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;Envoyé le 14 juin 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vMOwlHgOO-8/ThFsDtzNUMI/AAAAAAAAGug/_4ue0W_GzQw/s1600/C%25C3%25A9cile+Pierre+14.06.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="161" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vMOwlHgOO-8/ThFsDtzNUMI/AAAAAAAAGug/_4ue0W_GzQw/s320/C%25C3%25A9cile+Pierre+14.06.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>La calligraphie est l'algèbre de l'âme tracée par l'organe le plus spiritualisé du corps, sa main droite.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Michel Tournier</span></span></b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">, La Goutte d'or.</span></span></i><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Reçu le 05 mai 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u7CHZ3kDwCM/Tg8G8uFDBzI/AAAAAAAAGrI/LpGW4T-Rprc/s1600/C%25C3%25A9cile+Pierre+05.05.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u7CHZ3kDwCM/Tg8G8uFDBzI/AAAAAAAAGrI/LpGW4T-Rprc/s320/C%25C3%25A9cile+Pierre+05.05.11.jpg" width="114" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>L'imagination n'est rien d'autre que le sujet transporté dans les choses.</b></span></div><b>Gaston Bachelard</b>, <i>La Terre et les rêveries du repos.</i><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Envoyé le 05 avril 2011</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWXBSV7-s8Y/Tavxx73nqfI/AAAAAAAAGhU/dO6Xdu_tv-U/s1600/C%25C3%25A9cile+Pierre+05.04.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="221" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWXBSV7-s8Y/Tavxx73nqfI/AAAAAAAAGhU/dO6Xdu_tv-U/s320/C%25C3%25A9cile+Pierre+05.04.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></span><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-1385219246573046050?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-86237707563540505452011-04-02T23:56:00.002+02:002011-05-07T15:56:33.054+02:00<div style="color: #783f04; text-align: left;"><div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Je serais un laboureur... j'aurais des percherons, je suis de la vieille école, je préfère le balancement de leurs reins aux soubresauts des tracteurs.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Violette Leduc</b>,<i> La Folie en tête, 1970.</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;Envoyé le 01 avril 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jtzxitSvYQ8/TZnNUvE75CI/AAAAAAAAGfI/DRfQO_0YIu4/s1600/Uli+Grohmann+01.04.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="160" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jtzxitSvYQ8/TZnNUvE75CI/AAAAAAAAGfI/DRfQO_0YIu4/s320/Uli+Grohmann+01.04.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span><span style="font-size: large;"> <b></b></span></div><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>La pipe et la plume sont les deux sauvegardes de ma moralité, vertu qui se résout en fumée par les deux tubes.</b></span></div><div style="color: #76a5af; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">Gustave Flaubert</span></b><i><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">, Correspondance, 15 juillet 1853</span></i><b><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">.</span></b></span></div><div style="color: #76a5af; text-align: left;"></div><div style="color: #76a5af; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Reçu le 25 mars 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kb6dS65LseA/TZeaJH7o4qI/AAAAAAAAGdU/VMMeiOISNMg/s1600/Uli+Grohmann+25.03.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kb6dS65LseA/TZeaJH7o4qI/AAAAAAAAGdU/VMMeiOISNMg/s320/Uli+Grohmann+25.03.11.jpg" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #990000; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><b>&nbsp;</b>Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #990000; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #990000; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #76a5af;"><br /></div><div style="color: #76a5af;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Un cou crasseux fait une pipe culottée.</b></span></div><b>Paul Eluard</b>, <i>152 proverbes mis au goût du jour, 1925.</i><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Reçu le 02 mars 2011</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HafIOPMmy6M/TZeY3eT2h8I/AAAAAAAAGdQ/sxqVQIl6gTc/s1600/Uli+Grohmann+02.03.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HafIOPMmy6M/TZeY3eT2h8I/AAAAAAAAGdQ/sxqVQIl6gTc/s320/Uli+Grohmann+02.03.11.jpg" width="244" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #990000; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;</span></span></b></span><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-8623770756354050545?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-21718096587123217062011-04-02T14:54:00.029+02:002011-11-17T12:44:18.287+01:00<div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: left;"><div style="color: #990000; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span id="sasText" style="left: -9999px; position: fixed; top: 0px;">Il <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=sismographie">sismographie</a> <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=seulement">seulement</a> son <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=oeuvre">oeuvre</a> <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=complete_">complète:</a> <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=dessinant">dessinant</a> sans <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=relache">relâche</a> la <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=bande">bande</a> <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=dessinee">déssinée</a> de sa vie, l'<a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=electrocardiogramme">électrocardiogramme</a> de ses <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=sentiments">sentiments</a>.<br /><a class="lv8bk" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/reference_citation/91889/Nous_1972_.php">Nous (1972)</a><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span id="sasText" style="left: -9999px; position: fixed; top: 0px;"><span style="color: black;"><a class="lv8bk" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/auteur/6087/Claude_Orland_dit_Claude_Roy.php">Citations de Claude Orland, dit Claude</a></span></span><span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"><b> <span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;">Astrologie,ou quand les étoiles éclairent des illuminés qui éblouissent des lunatiques.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Paul Carvel</b>,<i> Jets d'encre, 299.</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;Reçu le 15 novembre 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uYsZ8fg83z4/TsTxGhUNTLI/AAAAAAAAHak/d2OximxSvIw/s1600/Johanna+Knauss+15.11.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uYsZ8fg83z4/TsTxGhUNTLI/AAAAAAAAHak/d2OximxSvIw/s320/Johanna+Knauss+15.11.11.jpg" width="159" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"><b>On a beau faire, on a beau dire, / Qu'un homme averti en vaux deux, / On a beau faire, on a beau dire, / Ca fait du bien d'être amoureux.&nbsp;</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="color: black;">Jacques Brel</b><i><span style="color: black;">, Le Prochain amour. </span></i></span><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;Envoyé le 15 novembre 2011</span></span><b><span style="color: #b4a7d6;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFB6uncR8yo/TsOYFJwOkZI/AAAAAAAAHZ8/EMf8F4j5mG0/s1600/Johanna+Knauss+15.11.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFB6uncR8yo/TsOYFJwOkZI/AAAAAAAAHZ8/EMf8F4j5mG0/s320/Johanna+Knauss+15.11.11.jpg" width="157" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">Parodies et caricatures sont les plus pénétrantes des critiques.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Aldous Huxley</span></span></b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">, Point counter point, 28.</span></span></i><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b><span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 14 novembre 2011</span></span><b><span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jSjs1G4NKHM/TsOVoyhUbXI/AAAAAAAAHZw/KMEDoMAU9QY/s1600/Johanna+Knauss+14.11.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jSjs1G4NKHM/TsOVoyhUbXI/AAAAAAAAHZw/KMEDoMAU9QY/s320/Johanna+Knauss+14.11.11.jpg" width="158" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;">L'Ange est le musicien du silence de Dieu.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Dominique Ponnau</b><i>, Dieu et ses anges.</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 12 novembre 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qz3WgxAa1uQ/TsOK8jUuFGI/AAAAAAAAHZo/l9qpXXmGwCU/s1600/Johanna+Knauss+12.11.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qz3WgxAa1uQ/TsOK8jUuFGI/AAAAAAAAHZo/l9qpXXmGwCU/s320/Johanna+Knauss+12.11.11.jpg" width="159" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"><b>Comme les vendanges, les amours tardives sont les plus délicieuses.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">Jean Amadou</span></b><i><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">, Journal d'un bouffon, 2002.</span></i><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;&nbsp; </b><span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Reçu le 26 octobre 2011</span></span><b><span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mH5dusCefGY/Tq1gy57JfGI/AAAAAAAAHQc/4_xEzFR9ZPI/s1600/Johanna+Knauss+26.10.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="157" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mH5dusCefGY/Tq1gy57JfGI/AAAAAAAAHQc/4_xEzFR9ZPI/s320/Johanna+Knauss+26.10.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><br /><span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;">Nous passons notre vie à nous tricoter.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><b>Boris Cyrulnic</b>, <i>Un Merveilleux malheur, 1999.</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">Envoyé le 23 octobre 2011</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ABymDZt-jww/Tqh3efBR3wI/AAAAAAAAHOQ/6_Stmb3es90/s1600/Johanna+Knauss+24.10.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ABymDZt-jww/Tqh3efBR3wI/AAAAAAAAHOQ/6_Stmb3es90/s320/Johanna+Knauss+24.10.11.jpg" width="223" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l´image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><br /><span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"><b>Un baiser calme dans la nuit / Les plus lourdes ombres s´enfuient.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Paul Eluard</b>,<i> Le Phénix, 1951.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 14 juillet 2011</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpVwX8Mpgmk/TiG1RqiVaBI/AAAAAAAAG5U/9L-YzEQfqJ8/s1600/Johanna+Knauss+14.07.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="153" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpVwX8Mpgmk/TiG1RqiVaBI/AAAAAAAAG5U/9L-YzEQfqJ8/s320/Johanna+Knauss+14.07.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l´image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">Dans notre paradis, aucun fruit ne peut naître. Mais nos fleurs sont immortelles.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><b>René Barjavel</b>, <i>Le Grand secret, 1973.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Recu le 06 juillet 2011</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uc6Y663mUw0/Th2clFxOEAI/AAAAAAAAG4Y/lhmWp-_RbbQ/s1600/Johanna+Knauss+06.07.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uc6Y663mUw0/Th2clFxOEAI/AAAAAAAAG4Y/lhmWp-_RbbQ/s320/Johanna+Knauss+06.07.11.jpg" width="153" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span id="sasText" style="left: -9999px; position: fixed; top: 0px;"><br /></span><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span id="sasText" style="left: -9999px; position: fixed; top: 0px;">Source : <a href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php">Citation - Recherche de citations</a> - <a href="http://www.dicocitations.com/">citation</a></span></div><div style="color: #e69138; text-align: left;"><div style="color: #666666; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b style="color: #4c1130;">(...) mes yeux t'aperçoivent dans les airs, compagne de la voûte des cathédrales...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="color: black;">Lautréamont</b><i><span style="color: black;">, Les chants de Maldoror, 1869.&nbsp;</span></i></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 24 mai 2011</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yegloKghe5s/ThAuuN56dVI/AAAAAAAAGts/tk6fadTBDCI/s1600/Johanna+Knauss+24.05.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yegloKghe5s/ThAuuN56dVI/AAAAAAAAGts/tk6fadTBDCI/s320/Johanna+Knauss+24.05.11.jpg" width="278" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></span></div><div style="color: #b45f06; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #b45f06; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #b45f06; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Du paradis j'ai fait le tour; j'ai fait des vers, j'ai fait l'amour.</b></span></div></div><div style="color: black; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Alfred de Musset</span></b></div><div style="color: black; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;</span></b><span style="font-size: small;">Envoyé le 22 mai 2011 </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N3oVj-b34xY/ThCUz4mA6BI/AAAAAAAAGt4/sozRdiz0YAQ/s1600/Johanna+Knauss+26.05.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N3oVj-b34xY/ThCUz4mA6BI/AAAAAAAAGt4/sozRdiz0YAQ/s320/Johanna+Knauss+26.05.11.jpg" width="167" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l´image</span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"><b>Une âme se mesure à la dimension de son désir, comme l'on juge d'avance des cathédrales à la hauteur de leurs clochers.</b></span></div><div style="color: #999999; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Gustave Flaubert</span></span></b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">, Correspondance, à Louise Colet, 21 mai 1853.</span></span></i></span></div><div style="color: #999999; text-align: left;"></div><div style="color: #999999; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Reçu le 28 avril 2011</span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></i></span></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CsCgxVnG8kY/Tg9IdxCuAZI/AAAAAAAAGsU/4bNZOuEFKxA/s1600/Johanna+Knauss+28.04.11.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="228" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CsCgxVnG8kY/Tg9IdxCuAZI/AAAAAAAAGsU/4bNZOuEFKxA/s320/Johanna+Knauss+28.04.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;<b> </b></span><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Un coquelicot fané ne refleurit jamais.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Omar Khayyam</b>, <i>Ruba' iyyat, 23.</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="color: black;">Reçu le 25 avril 2011</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vkPfqrbgKE0/TdpVdQcH9nI/AAAAAAAAGns/i3Pl1OT9sPY/s1600/Johanna+Knauss+15.04.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="164" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vkPfqrbgKE0/TdpVdQcH9nI/AAAAAAAAGns/i3Pl1OT9sPY/s320/Johanna+Knauss+15.04.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: black;">Mariage : c'est une si jolie idée que celle de vouloir faire le voyage à deux!</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Sacha Guitry</b>, <i>Mon père avait raison.</i></span></div><span style="color: black;">Reçu le 24 avril 2011</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rzu4foogKWA/Tg9G8RznnhI/AAAAAAAAGsQ/-N_26-JgO4w/s1600/Johanna+Knauss+24.04.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="229" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rzu4foogKWA/Tg9G8RznnhI/AAAAAAAAGsQ/-N_26-JgO4w/s320/Johanna+Knauss+24.04.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;">Son rêve : lire comme dans les bulles de bande dessinée les pensées des autres.</span></b></div><div style="color: black; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Denis Langlois</b>, <i>N'avouez jamais, on pourrait vous croire, Voix d'encre, N°34, Mars 2006.</i></span></div><div style="color: black; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #660000;">&nbsp;</span></span></b><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #660000;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 15 avril 2011</span></span></span><b><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #660000;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-730AVevN6nQ/TcRDxuFa1lI/AAAAAAAAGlE/YK3xaAH6RXs/s1600/Johanna+Knauss+15.04.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-730AVevN6nQ/TcRDxuFa1lI/AAAAAAAAGlE/YK3xaAH6RXs/s320/Johanna+Knauss+15.04.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #660000;">&nbsp;</span></span></b><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><b><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #660000;">Aujourd'hui,</span> <span style="color: #660000;">tous les gens ont la maladie de se soigner.</span></span></b></div><div style="color: #073763; text-align: left;"><b style="color: black;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Albert Willemetz</span></span></span></b></div><div style="color: #073763; text-align: center;"><b style="color: black;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;">&nbsp;</span></b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><span style="color: black;">Reçu le 06 avril 2011</span></span></span></span><b style="color: black;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Ky0yy_X_xM/TaYM2RTVr5I/AAAAAAAAGgo/3PCivqbuJK4/s1600/Johanna+Knauss+06.04.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="229" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Ky0yy_X_xM/TaYM2RTVr5I/AAAAAAAAGgo/3PCivqbuJK4/s320/Johanna+Knauss+06.04.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="color: #073763; text-align: center;"><b style="color: black;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;">&nbsp;</span></b><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="color: #073763; text-align: center;"></div><div style="color: #073763; text-align: center;"></div><div style="color: #073763; text-align: left;"></div><div style="color: #073763; text-align: left;"><b style="color: black;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;">Le yoga est la cessation de la fragmentation mentale</span></b><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span></i></span></span><b style="color: black;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"><i>.</i></span> </b></div><div style="color: #073763; text-align: left;"><b style="color: black;">Patanjali</b><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;Envoyé le 05 avril 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b0uEIzVhQyc/TaYJy_QxeEI/AAAAAAAAGgk/Eu9r6p6SPLI/s1600/Johanna+Knauss+05.04.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="165" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b0uEIzVhQyc/TaYJy_QxeEI/AAAAAAAAGgk/Eu9r6p6SPLI/s320/Johanna+Knauss+05.04.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #990000; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;</span></span></b></span><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>L'humanité masculine se répartit en deux groupes : sable ou falaise. La femme est toujours l'océan.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Claude Aveline</b>,<i> Avec toi même, etc, pégomancie, 1963.</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Reçu le 25 mars 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8lSyRlq2T9k/TZeWth6HQSI/AAAAAAAAGdM/x_fXtPRZ5hM/s1600/Johanna+Knaub+25.03.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="235" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8lSyRlq2T9k/TZeWth6HQSI/AAAAAAAAGdM/x_fXtPRZ5hM/s320/Johanna+Knaub+25.03.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #990000; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;</span></span></b></span><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>La botanique est l'art de dessécher des plantes entre des feuilles de papier buvard et de les injurier en grec et en latin.</b></span></div><div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="color: black;">Alphonse Karr&nbsp;</b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 17 mars 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ViaFMSlQhpU/TZcayZ2uAyI/AAAAAAAAGco/0egWoumepLA/s1600/Johanna+Knaub+16.03.11+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ViaFMSlQhpU/TZcayZ2uAyI/AAAAAAAAGco/0egWoumepLA/s320/Johanna+Knaub+16.03.11+%25282%2529.jpg" width="158" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #990000; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;</span></span></b></span><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="color: #93c47d; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Une âme se mesure à la dimension de son désir, comme l'on juge d'avance des cathédrales à la hauteur de leurs clochers.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Gustave Flaubert</b>,<i> Correspondance, à Louise Colet, 21 mai 1853.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;">.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Reçu le 16 mars 2011</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N2wkmquI2Mo/TZcYyX52lbI/AAAAAAAAGck/HXfFihE-lUk/s1600/Johanna+Knaub+16.03.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N2wkmquI2Mo/TZcYyX52lbI/AAAAAAAAGck/HXfFihE-lUk/s320/Johanna+Knaub+16.03.11.jpg" width="167" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #990000; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;</span></span></b></span><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-2171809658712321706?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-63967464262502363872011-03-22T17:46:00.004+01:002011-04-18T10:51:44.394+02:00<div style="color: #45818e;"><div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: left;"><div style="color: #666666; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>On veut nous faire croire que le symbole de l'amour impossible c'est le ver de terre amoureux d'une étoile... Et le ver luisant, alors... C'est le fils de qui?</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Patrick Sébastien</b>,<i> Carnets de notes, 2001.</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;Envoyé le 05 avril 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AJTCC4VQlEc/Tav44bjO_OI/AAAAAAAAGhg/8iwFIT0QqMw/s1600/Famille+Blaise.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="158" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AJTCC4VQlEc/Tav44bjO_OI/AAAAAAAAGhg/8iwFIT0QqMw/s320/Famille+Blaise.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span> <span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Pauvres musiciens! tout n'est pas rose, pour eux, sur cette terre - véritable vallée de larmes, malgré sa rotondité rotatoire.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Erik Satie</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 01 avril 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uobubmsJ1fo/TZmIPh_w6DI/AAAAAAAAGeA/vVSNF_SyVU4/s1600/Family+Blaise+01.04.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="161" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uobubmsJ1fo/TZmIPh_w6DI/AAAAAAAAGeA/vVSNF_SyVU4/s320/Family+Blaise+01.04.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Il me manque toujours du temps. Comme la tortue, je me hâte avec lenteur.</b></span></div><b>Bernadette Chirac</b>, <i>Conversation avec Patrick de Carolis, 2001.</i><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Envoyé le 21 mars 2011</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-enbV7TZoXRk/TYjPnshdCaI/AAAAAAAAGZs/R47SAXKpPrY/s1600/Karine+ET+J.P.+Blaise+21.03.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-enbV7TZoXRk/TYjPnshdCaI/AAAAAAAAGZs/R47SAXKpPrY/s320/Karine+ET+J.P.+Blaise+21.03.11.jpg" width="157" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-6396746426250236387?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-7719017777086414542011-02-09T15:03:00.015+01:002011-09-20T21:38:14.674+02:00<div style="color: #351c75; text-align: center;"><div style="color: #073763; text-align: left;"><div style="color: #6fa8dc; text-align: left;"><div style="color: #351c75; text-align: left;"><div style="color: #351c75; text-align: left;"><div style="color: black; text-align: center;"><div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div align="left"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><strong>Les alcooliques n´ont pas plus soif que les autres, ils ont plus peur.</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color: black;"><strong>Patrick Sébastien</strong>, <em>Carnet de notes, 2001.</em></span></div><br /><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 26 août 2011</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7KUf27V-xE/TnjplOOwtSI/AAAAAAAAHBQ/VNRH6KSWS6U/s1600/Viviana+Cernjul+26.08.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7KUf27V-xE/TnjplOOwtSI/AAAAAAAAHBQ/VNRH6KSWS6U/s320/Viviana+Cernjul+26.08.11.jpg" width="161" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>On ne peut poser les pieds sur le sol tant qu'on a pas touché le ciel.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Paul Auster</b>, <i>Moon Palace</i>.</div><br />Reçu le16 juillet 2011<br /><br />(1)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ej3YQNWKXlw/TlVo0LXZFAI/AAAAAAAAG-0/4Yxc_WzKRkM/s1600/Viviana+Cernjul+16.07.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="161" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ej3YQNWKXlw/TlVo0LXZFAI/AAAAAAAAG-0/4Yxc_WzKRkM/s320/Viviana+Cernjul+16.07.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span><br /><br /></div><div style="color: black; text-align: center;"><div style="color: #45818e; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Il vaut mieux s'en aller la tête basse que les pieds devant.</b></span><b>&nbsp;</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Michel Audiard</b>, <i>Un taxi pour Tobrouk de Denys de la Patellière, 1960. </i></div><br /></div><div style="color: black; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">(2)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kROiz3XHXeY/TlOnr8mEtuI/AAAAAAAAG-o/6RG2gBkiQEo/s1600/Viviana+Cernjul+16.07.11+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="156" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kROiz3XHXeY/TlOnr8mEtuI/AAAAAAAAG-o/6RG2gBkiQEo/s320/Viviana+Cernjul+16.07.11+%25282%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>L'avenir de l'homme est la femme / Elle est la couleur de son âme / Elle est la rumeur de son bruit.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><b>Louis Aragon</b>,<i> Le Fou d'Elsa, 1963.</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">&nbsp;Envoyé le 07 juin 2011</span><b><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rWEXnzVHu1Y/Tg8w97_JpGI/AAAAAAAAGr0/XPQF2xlOa5s/s1600/Cernjul+Viviana.+07.06.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="158" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rWEXnzVHu1Y/Tg8w97_JpGI/AAAAAAAAGr0/XPQF2xlOa5s/s320/Cernjul+Viviana.+07.06.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span><br /><div style="color: black; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;<b>&nbsp;</b></span></div><div style="color: black; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="color: black; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="color: black; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Les femmes nulles suivent la mode, les prétentieuses l'Exagèrent.&nbsp;</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Emilie le Tonnelier de Breteuil, Marquise du Châtelet.</b></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">Reçu le 02 mai 2011</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-35QbXaakBKg/Tg80gc0nSJI/AAAAAAAAGr8/dInf7p6z-cw/s1600/viviana+Cernjul+02.05.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-35QbXaakBKg/Tg80gc0nSJI/AAAAAAAAGr8/dInf7p6z-cw/s320/viviana+Cernjul+02.05.11.jpg" width="218" /></a></div><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><br /><div style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>(En parlant des larmes)&nbsp; cette sueur des yeux...</b></span></div></div><div style="color: #351c75; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Alain</b>, <i>Propos de littérature, 1934.</i></span></span></span></div><div style="color: #351c75; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;Envoyé le 01 avril 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eNOTt_O-a74/TZnTUfKWFgI/AAAAAAAAGfc/Oj2L-133wCk/s1600/Viviana+Cernjul+01.04.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="250" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eNOTt_O-a74/TZnTUfKWFgI/AAAAAAAAGfc/Oj2L-133wCk/s320/Viviana+Cernjul+01.04.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="color: #351c75; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></div><div style="color: #351c75; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="color: #351c75; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="color: #351c75; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="color: #351c75; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>De belles couleurs bien nuancées plaisent à la vue, mais ce plaisir est purement de sensation. C'est le dessin, c'est l'imitation qui donne à ces couleurs de la vie et de l'âme... .</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Jean-Jacques Rousseau</span></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;Reçu le 19 mars 2011</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KF_tnr9Dut4/TZnRH8g5C9I/AAAAAAAAGfY/iO06u-3Msls/s1600/Viviana+Cernjul+19.03.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="123" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KF_tnr9Dut4/TZnRH8g5C9I/AAAAAAAAGfY/iO06u-3Msls/s320/Viviana+Cernjul+19.03.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp; verso</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sJshetIrx4g/TZnQd80sCmI/AAAAAAAAGfU/UvsQWrw3mgQ/s1600/Viviana+Cernjul+19.03.11_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="125" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sJshetIrx4g/TZnQd80sCmI/AAAAAAAAGfU/UvsQWrw3mgQ/s320/Viviana+Cernjul+19.03.11_0001.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><br /><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Alunissage : procédé technique consistant à déposer des imbéciles sur un rêve enfantin.</b></span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">Pierre Desproges, </span></b><i><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">Dictionnaire superflu à l'usage de l'élite et des bien-nantis. </span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 11 mars 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rKzwL_90_sI/TYZb5KReSwI/AAAAAAAAGYs/TbAStMv3yuU/s1600/Cernjul+Viviana+11.03.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rKzwL_90_sI/TYZb5KReSwI/AAAAAAAAGYs/TbAStMv3yuU/s320/Cernjul+Viviana+11.03.11.jpg" width="159" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>(...) l'un de de ces villages déserts de Courlande où l'on cherche en vain la rue principale et quelques commerces.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Jean-Paul Kauffmann</b>, <i>Courlande, 2009.</i></span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">Reçu le 04 février 2011 (<b style="color: black;">1</b>)</span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TVKeA0KeJZI/AAAAAAAAGSs/3oo1Poq3z08/s1600/Cernjul+Viviana+04.02.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TVKeA0KeJZI/AAAAAAAAGSs/3oo1Poq3z08/s320/Cernjul+Viviana+04.02.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>(...) Imaginer, c'est hausser le réel d'un ton.</b></span></div></div><b>Gaston Bachelard</b>,<i> L'Air et les songes, 1943.</i><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Reçu le 04 février 2011 (<b style="color: black;">2</b>)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TVKc7aNA8aI/AAAAAAAAGSo/moKF3mplyQQ/s1600/Cernjul+Viviana+04.02.11+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TVKc7aNA8aI/AAAAAAAAGSo/moKF3mplyQQ/s320/Cernjul+Viviana+04.02.11+%25282%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-771901777708641454?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-12142749993319824172011-02-01T16:57:00.002+01:002011-02-10T21:44:32.119+01:00<div style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>La faculté de rêverie est une faculté divine et mystérieuse; car c'est par le rêve que l'homme communique avec le monde ténébreux dont il est environné.</b></span></div><b>Charles Baudelaire</b><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Envoyé le 28 janvier 2011</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TUggENO3GGI/AAAAAAAAGR0/AJFPnwFp71o/s1600/Christophe+Renoux+28.01.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TUggENO3GGI/AAAAAAAAGR0/AJFPnwFp71o/s320/Christophe+Renoux+28.01.11.jpg" width="158" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-1214274999331982417?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-19858696507231767902011-02-01T15:58:00.001+01:002011-02-10T21:43:50.658+01:00<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Il est beau le progrès! quand on pense que la police n'est même pas fichue de l'arrêter...</b></span><br /><b>Pierre Dac</b><br /><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Envoyé le 28 janvier 2011</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TUgeCL1zR8I/AAAAAAAAGRw/uG4z6XE3Ft0/s1600/Jean-Pierre+Descloseaux+28.01.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TUgeCL1zR8I/AAAAAAAAGRw/uG4z6XE3Ft0/s320/Jean-Pierre+Descloseaux+28.01.11.jpg" width="158" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-1985869650723176790?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-37541066557453362832011-02-01T15:49:00.000+01:002011-02-01T15:50:48.883+01:00<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Rien ne vous isole plus que de tendre la main fraternelle de l'humour à ceux qui, à cet égard, sont plus manchots que des pingouins.</b></span><br /><b>Romain Gary</b>,<i> La Promesse de l'aube, 1960.</i><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Envoyé le 28 janvier 2011</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TUgcVbw5bSI/AAAAAAAAGRs/rCnraiK9DrY/s1600/Estelle+Calandri+28.01.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="158" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TUgcVbw5bSI/AAAAAAAAGRs/rCnraiK9DrY/s320/Estelle+Calandri+28.01.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-3754106655745336283?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-92079738124524103932011-02-01T15:42:00.041+01:002011-10-22T21:52:46.733+02:00<div style="color: #783f04;"><div style="color: #b45f06; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="color: black; text-align: left;"><div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: left;"><div style="color: #783f04; text-align: left;"><div style="color: #274e13; text-align: center;"><div align="left"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="color: #990000; text-align: left;"><div style="color: #073763; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="color: #666666; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Chez la femme, tout est une énigme : mais il y a un mot à cette énigme : ce mot est grossesse.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">Nietzsche</span></span></span></b><i><span style="color: #274e13;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">, Ainsi parlait Zarathoustra, La vieille et la jeune femme, 1883-1885.</span></span></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="color: #274e13;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;</span></span></span></i><b><span style="color: #274e13;"><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp; </span></span></b><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 10 octobre 2011</span></span><b><span style="color: #274e13;"><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></span></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4x0qz1dHfjo/TqMc-PAH2xI/AAAAAAAAHLw/zxC5I2AfsFY/s1600/Roland+Karcher+10.10.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4x0qz1dHfjo/TqMc-PAH2xI/AAAAAAAAHLw/zxC5I2AfsFY/s320/Roland+Karcher+10.10.11.jpg" width="158" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l´image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;</span></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;"><span style="color: black;">Au sein de cet environnement instable et turbulent, un seul élément reste constant : le changement.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Dalaï-Lama </b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Reçu le 30 septembre 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N2wiRBYCPwo/Tps7aTP8nrI/AAAAAAAAHHs/9EYF70KHpbY/s1600/Roland+Karcher+30.09.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="156" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N2wiRBYCPwo/Tps7aTP8nrI/AAAAAAAAHHs/9EYF70KHpbY/s320/Roland+Karcher+30.09.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l´image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><br /><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><b>Existe t-il une folie&nbsp;génétique propre à l´espèce humaine?</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Dan Simmons</b>, <i>L´Echiquier du mal, 1989.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 08 août 2011</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--tqd-rZ53_M/Tkq3VeBT54I/AAAAAAAAG9M/7f9fO-7VIc0/s1600/Roland+Karcher+08.08.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--tqd-rZ53_M/Tkq3VeBT54I/AAAAAAAAG9M/7f9fO-7VIc0/s320/Roland+Karcher+08.08.11.jpg" width="158" /></a></div><span style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l´image</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"><b>La nature est un temple où de vivants piliers / laissent parfois</b></span><span style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;sortir de confuses paroles.</b></span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Charles Baudelaire</b>,<i> Les Fleurs du Mal, Correspondances, 1857.</i></span></div><br /><span style="color: black;">Recu le 02 août 2011</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g6zGek_aiDQ/Tkbd4Esg0tI/AAAAAAAAG84/DEGlIbzscZs/s1600/Roland+Karcher+02.08.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="223" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g6zGek_aiDQ/Tkbd4Esg0tI/AAAAAAAAG84/DEGlIbzscZs/s320/Roland+Karcher+02.08.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="color: #783f04; font-size: large;"><b>Je puis t´emporter plus loin qu´un navire... / dit le serpent.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Antoine de Saint-Exupéry</b>,<i> Le Petit Prince, 1943.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 21 juillet 2011</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C-KvKX8DSPA/Ti1f5YJjJDI/AAAAAAAAG6k/B1Z585c2ZF4/s1600/Roland+Karcher+21.07.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="160" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C-KvKX8DSPA/Ti1f5YJjJDI/AAAAAAAAG6k/B1Z585c2ZF4/s320/Roland+Karcher+21.07.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><span style="color: #e69138; font-size: large;"><b>Les animaux ne regardent qu´avec leurs yeux, nous, les humains, nous regardons avec notre folie.</b></span></div><div style="color: #073763; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Wajdi Mouawad</b>, <i>Forêts, 2006.</i></span></div><div style="color: #073763; text-align: center;"><br /><span style="color: black;">Recu le 18 juillet 2011</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #073763; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XrAIsN7GGkg/TiQKGDhUZwI/AAAAAAAAG5o/fTwhS9Ux9T0/s1600/Roland+Karcher+18.07.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="219" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XrAIsN7GGkg/TiQKGDhUZwI/AAAAAAAAG5o/fTwhS9Ux9T0/s320/Roland+Karcher+18.07.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="color: #073763; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">Envoyé le 06 juillet 2011</span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><span style="font-size: large;"><b></b></span><br /><div align="center" style="color: #073763; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div align="center" style="color: #073763; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="color: #073763; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Science sans fiction n'est que ruine de l'âme.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Daniel de Roulet</span></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;Envoyé le 06 juillet 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_RkLjaqv-M4/Thgyl7IBQjI/AAAAAAAAG2o/kqQh-p4VTas/s1600/Roland+Karcher+06.07.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_RkLjaqv-M4/Thgyl7IBQjI/AAAAAAAAG2o/kqQh-p4VTas/s320/Roland+Karcher+06.07.11.jpg" width="160" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Les OVNIS sont des hallucinations collectives provoquées par des extraterrestres.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Jacques Bergier</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Reçu le 30 juin 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4ps0tI6hkFE/ThTD74wZFgI/AAAAAAAAGys/7lqgbj-VC8I/s1600/Roland+Karcher+30.06.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4ps0tI6hkFE/ThTD74wZFgI/AAAAAAAAGys/7lqgbj-VC8I/s320/Roland+Karcher+30.06.11.jpg" width="158" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image </span></span><b><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt;"></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt;"><br /></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt;"><br /></span></b></div><br /><span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"><b>L'eau peut agir sans poisson, / Mais le poisson ne peut agir sans eau.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Lao Tseu</span></span></b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">, Tao to King, XXXIV.</span></span>&nbsp;</i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;Envoyé le 14 juin 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6vKFUYttGDM/ThDV4am_laI/AAAAAAAAGuE/9_-FwhfC7Do/s1600/Roland+Karcher+14.06.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="159" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6vKFUYttGDM/ThDV4am_laI/AAAAAAAAGuE/9_-FwhfC7Do/s320/Roland+Karcher+14.06.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;</span><span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></div><br /><div style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>C'est le privilège des facteurs. Ils connaissent le nom de tout le monde et personne ne connaît le leur.</b></span></div></div><div align="left"><span style="color: black;"><b>Marcel Pagnol</b></span></div><span style="color: black;">Reçu le 08 juin 2011</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #274e13; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OVzDk8UEFIk/TfDWLnq73HI/AAAAAAAAGpo/JB82xXrMCcM/s1600/Roland+Karcherl+08.06.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="161" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OVzDk8UEFIk/TfDWLnq73HI/AAAAAAAAGpo/JB82xXrMCcM/s320/Roland+Karcherl+08.06.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="color: #274e13; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;<b><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: black;">La croyance dans l'absurdité de l'existence doit donc commander sa conduite.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Albert Camus</b>, <i>Le Mythe de Sisyphe, 1942.</i></span></div><br /><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 26 mai 2011 </span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcTuLijm55c/ThDbjLKXE8I/AAAAAAAAGuM/eqAPZ8UI0TU/s1600/Roland+Karcher+26.05.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcTuLijm55c/ThDbjLKXE8I/AAAAAAAAGuM/eqAPZ8UI0TU/s320/Roland+Karcher+26.05.11.jpg" width="164" /></a></div><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span><br /><br /></div><div style="color: #274e13; text-align: center;"></div><div style="color: #274e13; text-align: center;"></div><div align="center" style="color: #274e13; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div align="center" style="color: #274e13; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="color: #274e13; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>L'homme est un continent. La femme c'est la mer. Moi, j'aime mieux la terre ferme.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Abûs-Nuwâs</b>,<i> Poèmes, le vin, le vent, la vie.</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Reçu le 14 mai 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wmRTsXlg7v0/Tdpbuyn8UwI/AAAAAAAAGoE/MX7WAmtkGR8/s1600/Rolanl+Karcher+14.05.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="219" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wmRTsXlg7v0/Tdpbuyn8UwI/AAAAAAAAGoE/MX7WAmtkGR8/s320/Rolanl+Karcher+14.05.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><b>&nbsp;</b>Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Rassurez les grâces confuses! /&nbsp; Ne trahissez point vos appas. / Voulez-vous ressembler aux Muses? / Inspirez-nous des vers... mais ne les jugez pas!</b></span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Ponce Denis Ecouchard Lebrun</b>,&nbsp;<i> Ode aux belles qui veulent écrire.</i></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 22 avril 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-weswCTGZ5Dg/TcZmgZmuftI/AAAAAAAAGmU/pOUYxyJLBjk/s1600/Roland+Karcher+22.04.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="236" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-weswCTGZ5Dg/TcZmgZmuftI/AAAAAAAAGmU/pOUYxyJLBjk/s320/Roland+Karcher+22.04.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Certains déchets nucléaires produits dans les années 60 resteront dangereux pendant un demi-million d'années. Pour ceux qui sont produits maintenant, il faudra compter 30 années de plus.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Philippe Geluck</span></b><i><span style="font-size: small;">, L'Avenir du chat.</span></i><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b><span style="font-size: small;">Reçu le 14 avril 2011</span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IeHGmPg1xNo/Ta3AjYZs5aI/AAAAAAAAGjs/bbWL8McProg/s1600/Roland+Karcher+14.04.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="233" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IeHGmPg1xNo/Ta3AjYZs5aI/AAAAAAAAGjs/bbWL8McProg/s320/Roland+Karcher+14.04.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Il faut savoir s'effacer avant que ne commencent à pâlir les plaisirs de la foire aux vanités.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #073763;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">Charlie Chaplin </span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #073763;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;</span></span></b><span style="color: #073763; font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"> Envoyé le 01 avril 2011</span></span><b><span style="color: #073763;"><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></span></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eqUv0L97VO0/TZnEi4EHzOI/AAAAAAAAGew/PTmkonMDzgU/s1600/Roland+Karcher+01.04.11_0002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="157" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eqUv0L97VO0/TZnEi4EHzOI/AAAAAAAAGew/PTmkonMDzgU/s320/Roland+Karcher+01.04.11_0002.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #073763;"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="color: #e06666; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Un mensonge peut faire le tour de la terre le temps que la vérité mette ses chaussures.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #073763; font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Mark Twain</b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #073763; font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;Reçu le 26 mars 2011</span></span><b><span style="color: #073763;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DFYs7s-uZSs/TZnCwyppUZI/AAAAAAAAGes/i7pQ_LcuTRw/s1600/Roland+Karcher+26.03.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="228" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DFYs7s-uZSs/TZnCwyppUZI/AAAAAAAAGes/i7pQ_LcuTRw/s320/Roland+Karcher+26.03.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #073763;"> </span></b></span></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #073763;">Qui sort de la jungle trouve les crocodiles.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">Charles de Leusse</span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">, <i>Le Testament, 2004.</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><i>&nbsp;</i></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 11 mars 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-xo2XCGcQkCs/TYZZPv6MGlI/AAAAAAAAGYg/dyyJY1picik/s1600/Roland+Karcher+11.03.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-xo2XCGcQkCs/TYZZPv6MGlI/AAAAAAAAGYg/dyyJY1picik/s320/Roland+Karcher+11.03.11.jpg" width="158" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Le souvenir des objets est souvent plus fréquentable que les objets eux-mêmes (...)&nbsp;</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Elisabeth Foch</b>, <i>Je suis au jardin, 2002.</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;Reçu le 09 février 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNj6R_T86-g/TVQd9ObYmXI/AAAAAAAAGUk/pL54LsykrRc/s1600/Roland+Karcher+09.02.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="137" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNj6R_T86-g/TVQd9ObYmXI/AAAAAAAAGUk/pL54LsykrRc/s320/Roland+Karcher+09.02.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Sur le fond de mes nuits Dieu de son doigt savant / dessine un cauchemar multiforme et sans trêve.</b></span></div><b>Charles Baudelaire</b>, <i>Les Fleurs du mal, Le Gouffre, 1857.</i><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Envoyé le 28 janvier 2011</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TUgaN9YkKHI/AAAAAAAAGRo/BDLeiuCfksc/s1600/Roland+Karcher+28.01.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TUgaN9YkKHI/AAAAAAAAGRo/BDLeiuCfksc/s320/Roland+Karcher+28.01.11.jpg" width="160" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-9207973812452410393?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-40772318074396638612011-02-01T15:08:00.002+01:002011-04-04T14:26:37.703+02:00<div style="color: black;"><div style="color: #783f04; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Ici, nez à nez, face à face dans le métro / ici, collés serrés, presque peau contre peau / du bruit, mais pas un sourire, pas&nbsp; un mot.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Louis Chedid</span>&nbsp;</b><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;Envoyé le 01 avril 2011</span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1xZtI4zt5os/TZm2qRI2clI/AAAAAAAAGeU/wl4V_j-4imI/s1600/Jason+Rodgers+01.04.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="160" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1xZtI4zt5os/TZm2qRI2clI/AAAAAAAAGeU/wl4V_j-4imI/s320/Jason+Rodgers+01.04.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Va-t-en, chétif insecte, excrément de la terre!</b></span></div><b>Jean de la Fontaine</b>, <i>Fables, 1668 à 1694. </i><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Envoyé le 27 janvier 2011</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TUgSVmGYUTI/AAAAAAAAGRc/eDVHC8emzSk/s1600/Jason+Rodgers+27.01.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TUgSVmGYUTI/AAAAAAAAGRc/eDVHC8emzSk/s320/Jason+Rodgers+27.01.11.jpg" width="160" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-4077231807439663861?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-19306885893706316602011-02-01T14:16:00.016+01:002011-06-30T20:30:00.036+02:00<div style="color: #666666;"><div style="color: #d5a6bd; text-align: left;"><div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="color: #134f5c; text-align: left;"><div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="color: black; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Faut entendre au fond de toutes les musiques, l'air sans notes, fait pour nous, l'air de la mort.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Céline</span></b><i><span style="font-size: small;">, Voyage au bout de la nuit, 1932. </span></i><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;Envoyé le 22 avril 2011</span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FZFeusq4C8c/TcZJm3kTgKI/AAAAAAAAGlo/Z2PqxYv4_U4/s1600/Denis+Crouzet+22.04.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="161" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FZFeusq4C8c/TcZJm3kTgKI/AAAAAAAAGlo/Z2PqxYv4_U4/s320/Denis+Crouzet+22.04.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Dieu tout-puissant planta tout d'abord un jardin. Et, vraiment, c'est le plus pur des plaisirs humains.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Francis Bacon</b>, <i>Essais, Des jardins.</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">Reçu le 07 avril 2011 </span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hVdEM6EjzB8/TawM4zRQhxI/AAAAAAAAGiU/mivjHEWMDpM/s1600/Denis+Crouzet+13.04.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="241" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hVdEM6EjzB8/TawM4zRQhxI/AAAAAAAAGiU/mivjHEWMDpM/s320/Denis+Crouzet+13.04.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;<span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">verso</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mXofado8V60/TawMjfIzSdI/AAAAAAAAGiQ/SdgqXvXgSKk/s1600/Denis+Crouzet+13.04.11_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="242" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mXofado8V60/TawMjfIzSdI/AAAAAAAAGiQ/SdgqXvXgSKk/s320/Denis+Crouzet+13.04.11_0001.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;</span></b></span> <span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: black;">Mais au moins, se perdre dans l'espace, ça vous tenait occupé.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Douglas Adams</b>,<i> La Vie, l'univers et le reste.</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 01 avril 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MxLyXXT_y1Y/TZl8DusbBNI/AAAAAAAAGds/QcQ41RGuv-U/s1600/Denis+Crouzet+01.04.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MxLyXXT_y1Y/TZl8DusbBNI/AAAAAAAAGds/QcQ41RGuv-U/s320/Denis+Crouzet+01.04.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Etre de "quelque chose", cela pose un homme, comme être de "garenne", cela pose un lapin.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Alphonse Allais</b></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;Reçu le 30 mars 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w7rSbZ43pM0/TZdQsP640AI/AAAAAAAAGdA/D9HTeJIY7Ew/s1600/Denis+Crouzet+30.03.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w7rSbZ43pM0/TZdQsP640AI/AAAAAAAAGdA/D9HTeJIY7Ew/s320/Denis+Crouzet+30.03.11.jpg" width="250" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #990000; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span></span><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></b></span><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #990000; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #990000; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Il n'y a pas de sagesse au-dessous de la ceinture.&nbsp;</b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="color: #b45f06;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Matthew Hale</span></span></span></span></b><i><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="color: #b45f06;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">, Thoughts on some important subjects, 1674. </span></span></span></span></i><b><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="color: #b45f06;"><br /></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span id="sasText" style="left: -9999px; position: fixed; top: 0px;"><a class="lv8bk" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/reference_citation/8260/Thoughts_on_some_important_subjects_1674_.php">Thoughts on some important subjects (1674)</a></span><br /><div id="credit"><span id="sasText" style="left: -9999px; position: fixed; top: 0px;"><br /></span><br /><span id="sasText" style="left: -9999px; position: fixed; top: 0px;">Source : <a href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation/dessous/1/25.php">Dessous - Citations - Dicocitations ™</a> - <a href="http://www.dicocitations.com/">citation</a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="color: #b45f06;"></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="color: #b45f06;">&nbsp;</span></span></b><span style="color: #990000; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #b45f06;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 22 mars 2011</span></span></span><b><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="color: #b45f06;"><br /></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0jutw5PpA4M/TZY9TnfNEII/AAAAAAAAGbY/xPkw9aD4Kbo/s1600/Denis+Crouzet+22.03.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="157" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0jutw5PpA4M/TZY9TnfNEII/AAAAAAAAGbY/xPkw9aD4Kbo/s320/Denis+Crouzet+22.03.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="color: #b45f06;">&nbsp;</span></span></b></span></span></span></span><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="color: #b45f06;">Il sismographie seulement son oeuvre complète : dessinant sans relâche la bande dessinée de sa vie, l'électrocardiogramme de ses sentiments.</span></span></b></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><b>Claude Roy</b><i>, Nous, 1972.&nbsp;</i> </span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Reçu le 19 mars 2011 </span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1tXq2Nr6lq4/TYhhzfuA3dI/AAAAAAAAGZo/M_FxVmM7a8U/s1600/Denis+Crouzet+19.03.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1tXq2Nr6lq4/TYhhzfuA3dI/AAAAAAAAGZo/M_FxVmM7a8U/s320/Denis+Crouzet+19.03.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">(verso)</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Rxt1K8_WC_A/TYhhYYY2jBI/AAAAAAAAGZk/GAfhJ9GgY6E/s1600/Denis+Crouzet+19.03.11+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="221" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Rxt1K8_WC_A/TYhhYYY2jBI/AAAAAAAAGZk/GAfhJ9GgY6E/s320/Denis+Crouzet+19.03.11+%25282%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #990000; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><b>&nbsp;</b>Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #990000; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #990000; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Partout l'homme subit la terreur du mystère, / Et ne regarde en haut qu'avec un oeil tremblant.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><b>Charles Baudelaire</b>, <i>Les Fleurs du Mal, Le Couvercle, 1857.</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">Envoyé le 08 mars 2011</span><b><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vOaO-zbtwio/TXjT45Ex8tI/AAAAAAAAGXM/AGDWHHKRz2g/s1600/Denis+Couzet+08.03.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vOaO-zbtwio/TXjT45Ex8tI/AAAAAAAAGXM/AGDWHHKRz2g/s320/Denis+Couzet+08.03.11.jpg" width="157" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: black;"> </span></b></span></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: black;">Les types comme nous, y a pas plus seul au monde... - mais pas nous.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><b>John Steinbeck</b>,<i> Des Souris et des hommes, 1956.</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">&nbsp;Reçu le 04 février 2011</span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TVLvae-EaiI/AAAAAAAAGTE/HLo_mpvTfXs/s1600/Denis+Crouzet+04.02.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="224" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TVLvae-EaiI/AAAAAAAAGTE/HLo_mpvTfXs/s320/Denis+Crouzet+04.02.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></div><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>On comprend les femmes comme la langue des oiseaux, d'instinct ou pas du tout.</b></span></div><b>Henri Frédéric Amiel</b>, <i>Fragments d'un journal intime, 1884.</i><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Envoyé le 27 janvier 2011</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TUgFmRNcTHI/AAAAAAAAGRQ/iYpLHfU-KO8/s1600/Denis+Crouzet+27.01.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TUgFmRNcTHI/AAAAAAAAGRQ/iYpLHfU-KO8/s320/Denis+Crouzet+27.01.11.jpg" width="157" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span><br /><div style="color: #674ea7; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="color: #674ea7; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="color: #674ea7; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="color: #674ea7; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><b>On ne</b> <b>doit plus</b></span><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><b> craindre</b><b> les mots une fois</b> <b>que l'on a co</b><b>nsenti aux choses.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal;"><b>Marguerite </b><b>Yourcenar.</b></span><b><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></b></div><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal;">&nbsp;Reçu le 21 janvier 2011 </span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TVL3OHOddwI/AAAAAAAAGTY/rHQrWsC3dtg/s1600/Denis+Crouzet+21.01.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="222" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TVL3OHOddwI/AAAAAAAAGTY/rHQrWsC3dtg/s320/Denis+Crouzet+21.01.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-1930688589370631660?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-57958835103584604682011-01-27T13:01:00.010+01:002011-10-15T20:24:11.915+02:00<div style="color: #a64d79;"><div style="color: #674ea7; text-align: left;"><div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #351c75;">L'art du sexe est l'art de contrôler la perte de contrôle.</span>&nbsp;</b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="color: black;">Paolo Coelho</b><i><span style="color: black;">, Onze minutes, 2003.</span> </i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;Envoyé le 23 septembre 2011</span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4OZ_Dwn0WK4/TpnI875BMVI/AAAAAAAAHGg/igUSpFiH8dQ/s1600/Mich%25C3%25A8le+Ruffin+23.09.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="157" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4OZ_Dwn0WK4/TpnI875BMVI/AAAAAAAAHGg/igUSpFiH8dQ/s320/Mich%25C3%25A8le+Ruffin+23.09.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;</span></div><br /><span style="color: #444444; font-size: large;"><b>Sous le fardeau de ta paresse / Ta tête d´enfant / Se balance avec mollesse / D´un jeune éléphant (...)</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444;"><b>Charles Baudelaire</b><i>, Les Fleurs du Mal, 1857.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Carte postale réalisée par Michèle "Eléphantesque Paris"</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Recu le 02 septembre 2011</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MLho4QqvzF8/Tntit-MPgSI/AAAAAAAAHCM/3aOUv-GbL3M/s1600/Mich%25C3%25A8le+Ruffin+02.09.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="241" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MLho4QqvzF8/Tntit-MPgSI/AAAAAAAAHCM/3aOUv-GbL3M/s320/Mich%25C3%25A8le+Ruffin+02.09.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"><b>A-t-on besoin de naviguer pour vivre? Mossieu Panisse navigue? Non pas si bête lui, il fait des voiles pour que le vent emporte les enfants des autres!</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Marcel Pagnol</b>, <i>Fanny, 1931.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 08 août 2011</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yROlXW0SHLU/Tkq1P5ZF1aI/AAAAAAAAG9I/YEIQPVQrRBY/s1600/Michelle+Ruffin+08.08.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yROlXW0SHLU/Tkq1P5ZF1aI/AAAAAAAAG9I/YEIQPVQrRBY/s320/Michelle+Ruffin+08.08.11.jpg" width="159" /></a></div><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;"></span><br /><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l´image</span></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;"><b></b></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;"><b>Les éléphants sont contagieux.</b></span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Paul Eluard</b>, <i>152 proverbes mis au goût du jour, 4, 1925</i>.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="color: black;">Sculpture céramique&nbsp;réalisée par Michèle</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Recu le 04 août 2011</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-leXZfKcUBx4/TkbacG_GWUI/AAAAAAAAG80/vcr5CbO4utc/s1600/Mich%25C3%25A8le+Ruffin+04.08.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-leXZfKcUBx4/TkbacG_GWUI/AAAAAAAAG80/vcr5CbO4utc/s320/Mich%25C3%25A8le+Ruffin+04.08.11.jpg" width="245" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Laissez les éléphants ne pas apprendre à lire / Laissez les hirondelles aller et revenir.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Jacques Prévert</b>,<i> Les animaux ont des ennuis, 1963.</i></span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">Envoyé le 11 février 2011</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Gk3e-n7lNbg/TWq3IkVbblI/AAAAAAAAGVI/zwuAJbK7xCo/s1600/Mich%25C3%25A8le+Ruffin+11.02.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Gk3e-n7lNbg/TWq3IkVbblI/AAAAAAAAGVI/zwuAJbK7xCo/s320/Mich%25C3%25A8le+Ruffin+11.02.11.jpg" width="156" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Zut, zébu a bu sur le zinc et sème la zizanie au zoo.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Roselyne Devichi, </span></span></span></b><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Abécédaire bestial parsemé d'intrus, Le Serre-feuilles, </span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">1998</span></span></span></i><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">.</span></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;Reçu le 08 février 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TVMI8HCPT7I/AAAAAAAAGUA/ZDjn2ml982g/s1600/Mich%25C3%25A8le+Ruffin+08.02.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="231" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TVMI8HCPT7I/AAAAAAAAGUA/ZDjn2ml982g/s320/Mich%25C3%25A8le+Ruffin+08.02.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>L'art, c'est le rare. Or, si, à côté d'un éléphant magnifique, on m'en montre une douzaine presque aussi beaux, le premier ne m'étonne plus.</b></span></div></div></div><b>Jules Renard</b>,<i> Journal, 02.12.1901.</i><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Envoyé le 22 janvier 2011</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TUFcGKSojJI/AAAAAAAAGQI/8U7dv1kDAi8/s1600/Michel+Ruffin+22.01.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="160" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TUFcGKSojJI/AAAAAAAAGQI/8U7dv1kDAi8/s320/Michel+Ruffin+22.01.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-5795883510358460468?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-38664677667797464742011-01-27T11:43:00.013+01:002012-01-28T17:51:45.353+01:00<div style="color: #45818e;"><div style="color: #8e7cc3; text-align: left;"><div style="color: #45818e; text-align: left;"><div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: left;"><div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: left;"><div style="color: #666666; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="color: #6aa84f; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 22 décembre 2012</span></span><b> </b></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tF9KxTGjAMg/TyQncOfhAFI/AAAAAAAAHus/zkOnISizddA/s1600/Francoise+Chambier+22.12.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tF9KxTGjAMg/TyQncOfhAFI/AAAAAAAAHus/zkOnISizddA/s320/Francoise+Chambier+22.12.11.jpg" width="158" /></a></div><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: black;"> </span></b></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Reçu le 19 décembre 2012</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JY-Lw7cXjJI/TyQcAAgYOtI/AAAAAAAAHsU/u3BcFH6HiBA/s1600/Francoise+Chambier+19.12.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JY-Lw7cXjJI/TyQcAAgYOtI/AAAAAAAAHsU/u3BcFH6HiBA/s320/Francoise+Chambier+19.12.11.jpg" width="222" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Verdoyez, verdures drues / A la dent, au coeur, à l'oeil / Et vertement, cours les rues, / Pullule vert l'écureuil.&nbsp;</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">Géo Norge</span></b><i><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">, La Langue verte, 1954.</span></i><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp; </b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 03 octobre 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jpFkkUi-UHI/Tp88TddYEII/AAAAAAAAHIQ/BYP62wTPxKU/s1600/Francoise+Chambier+03.10.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="158" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jpFkkUi-UHI/Tp88TddYEII/AAAAAAAAHIQ/BYP62wTPxKU/s320/Francoise+Chambier+03.10.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><b>Un coup de pinceau de la nature rend tous les mondes semblables.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Edwin Abbott Abbott</b>,<i> Flatland, 1884.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Recu le 15 septembre 2011</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0KpYsbLTm3Q/Tnt-rviaVeI/AAAAAAAAHCc/cF_R6TNj8yw/s1600/Fran%25C3%25A7oise+Chambier+15.09.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="314" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0KpYsbLTm3Q/Tnt-rviaVeI/AAAAAAAAHCc/cF_R6TNj8yw/s320/Fran%25C3%25A7oise+Chambier+15.09.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Le mineur a dans les veines le feu intérieur de la Terre qui l'excite à la parcourir.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Novalis</b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;Envoyé le 06 juillet 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1_k2XDioAfU/ThglI14sQZI/AAAAAAAAG1k/93D0TJi8khE/s1600/Fran%25C3%25A7oise+Chambier+06.07.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="159" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1_k2XDioAfU/ThglI14sQZI/AAAAAAAAG1k/93D0TJi8khE/s320/Fran%25C3%25A7oise+Chambier+06.07.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Mais, sans examiner si vers les antres sourds l'ours a peur du passant, ou le passant de l'ours.&nbsp;</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="color: black;">Boileau</b><i><span style="color: black;">, Sat.VIII.&nbsp;</span></i></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;Reçu le 08 juin 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pYdvYIaqb3w/ThL-GX-jH7I/AAAAAAAAGxQ/Gw0EphGZjVM/s1600/Fran%25C3%25A7oise+Chambier+08.06.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="314" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pYdvYIaqb3w/ThL-GX-jH7I/AAAAAAAAGxQ/Gw0EphGZjVM/s320/Fran%25C3%25A7oise+Chambier+08.06.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Il n'y a pas de mal à être né dans une basse-cour lorsqu'on sort&nbsp; d'un oeuf de cygne.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Hans Christian Andersen</b>,<i> Contes, Le Vilain Petit Canard.&nbsp;</i></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 22 avril 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GL3QaeQjTuM/TcZQTeORPxI/AAAAAAAAGl4/LQ2XYYsLv2o/s1600/Fran%25C3%25A7oise+Chambier+22.04.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GL3QaeQjTuM/TcZQTeORPxI/AAAAAAAAGl4/LQ2XYYsLv2o/s320/Fran%25C3%25A7oise+Chambier+22.04.11.jpg" width="161" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>La perfection de l'âme quant au plaisir est l'extinction de toute opinion capable de lui inspirer de la crainte.</b></span></div><div style="color: black; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Epicure</b><i>, Maximes.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Reçu le 02 avril 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8_VNSxlTChM/Ta2I8BtuLzI/AAAAAAAAGiw/zMlS0qMdeBg/s1600/Fran%25C3%25A7oise+Chambier+02.04.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="287" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8_VNSxlTChM/Ta2I8BtuLzI/AAAAAAAAGiw/zMlS0qMdeBg/s320/Fran%25C3%25A7oise+Chambier+02.04.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;<span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>O poète, divine est la parole; / en la pure beauté le ciel mit / toute notre joie; et le vers est tout.&nbsp;</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><b>Gabriele d'Annunzio</b><i>, L'Isotteo, Epodo, IV.&nbsp;</i></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 05 avril 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yuxAVddWBO4/Tav73BljIWI/AAAAAAAAGhk/lqCFxT4U4So/s1600/Fran%25C3%25A7oise+Chambier+05.04.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="159" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yuxAVddWBO4/Tav73BljIWI/AAAAAAAAGhk/lqCFxT4U4So/s320/Fran%25C3%25A7oise+Chambier+05.04.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span> <span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Jadis ton maître a fait mainte folie pour des minois moins friands que le tien.</b></span></div><b>Pierre Jean de Béranger</b>, <i>Chansons, Le Vieux Célibataire. </i><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Envoyé le 22 janvier 2011</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TUFKqJ8mcCI/AAAAAAAAGPw/1hNgKKJNPBo/s1600/Fran%25C3%25A7oise+Chambier+22.01.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TUFKqJ8mcCI/AAAAAAAAGPw/1hNgKKJNPBo/s320/Fran%25C3%25A7oise+Chambier+22.01.11.jpg" width="157" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-3866467766779746474?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-60706277017471762852011-01-14T11:24:00.003+01:002011-01-15T16:43:33.537+01:00<div style="color: #7f6000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>On ne doit pas avaler plus de croyances qu'on ne peut en digérer.</b></span></div><b>Henry Havelock-Ellis</b>,<i> La Danse de la vie, 1923.</i><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Envoyé le 10 janvier 2011</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TTAiwUR9BgI/AAAAAAAAGLU/4UDZJWUjGPM/s1600/Artemiss+Combes+10.01.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="158" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TTAiwUR9BgI/AAAAAAAAGLU/4UDZJWUjGPM/s320/Artemiss+Combes+10.01.11.jpg" width="320" /><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-6070627701747176285?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-75117295776388589322010-12-31T17:27:00.004+01:002011-01-04T13:51:31.562+01:00<div style="color: #660000; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>On compte plus facilement ses moutons que ses amis.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Socrate</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Envoyé le 21 décembre 2010 </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TR4Cxxz0V8I/AAAAAAAAGKA/5EXnmatUkCw/s1600/M%25C3%25A9diath%25C3%25A8que+de+Jobourg+21.12.10_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="156" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TR4Cxxz0V8I/AAAAAAAAGKA/5EXnmatUkCw/s320/M%25C3%25A9diath%25C3%25A8que+de+Jobourg+21.12.10_0001.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="color: #783f04; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="color: #783f04; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Pour être un membre irréprochable parmi une communauté de moutons, il faut avant toute chose être soi-même un mouton.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Albert Einstein</b>,<i> Comment je vois le monde, 1934.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">Envoyé le 23 décembre 2010</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TR4Aed3vS4I/AAAAAAAAGJ8/Qiegxplyrqk/s1600/M%25C3%25A9diath%25C3%25A8que+de+Jobourg+21.12.10_0002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TR4Aed3vS4I/AAAAAAAAGJ8/Qiegxplyrqk/s320/M%25C3%25A9diath%25C3%25A8que+de+Jobourg+21.12.10_0002.jpg" width="222" /></a></div><div style="color: #444444; text-align: center;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="color: #444444; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></div><div style="color: #444444; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></div><div style="color: #444444; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="color: #444444; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>O toison moutonnant jusque sur l'encolure! O boucles! O parfum chargé de nonchaloir!</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Charles Baudelaire</b>,<i> Les Fleurs du mal, 1857.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Envoyé le 21 décembre 2010</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TR3-qibxEXI/AAAAAAAAGJ4/D2djffNuSa8/s1600/M%25C3%25A9diath%25C3%25A8que+de+Jobourg+21.12.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="153" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TR3-qibxEXI/AAAAAAAAGJ4/D2djffNuSa8/s320/M%25C3%25A9diath%25C3%25A8que+de+Jobourg+21.12.10.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-7511729577638858932?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-8705144208673355382010-12-27T22:03:00.006+01:002011-02-10T20:18:35.985+01:00<div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: left;"><div style="color: #990000; text-align: left;"><div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: left;"><div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>La musique est une révélation plus haute que toute sagesse et toute philosophie.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Ludwig Van Beethoven</b>,<i> A Bettina, 1810.</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;Envoyé le 03 février 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TU53MiqRO0I/AAAAAAAAGSM/p7meiD0rf-Q/s1600/Laurence+Godon-Pirof+03.02.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="309" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TU53MiqRO0I/AAAAAAAAGSM/p7meiD0rf-Q/s320/Laurence+Godon-Pirof+03.02.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp; </b></span><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span><br /><div style="color: #b4a7d6; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">&nbsp;<b>&nbsp;</b></span></div><div style="color: #b4a7d6; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="color: #b4a7d6; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="color: #b4a7d6; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><b>Partout des visages</b> <b>détendus, bon enfant,</b> <b>tout est douceur de vivre.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal;"><b>Milton "Mezz" Mezzrow</b>, <i>La Rage de vivre, 1950.</i></span></div><br /><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal;">Reçu le 02 février 2011 (1) </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TVLtvQFJF3I/AAAAAAAAGTA/lKkq0VV4unE/s1600/Laurence+Godon-Pirof+02.02.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TVLtvQFJF3I/AAAAAAAAGTA/lKkq0VV4unE/s320/Laurence+Godon-Pirof+02.02.11.jpg" width="222" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal;">&nbsp;</span><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black;">Légende du Babau-Rivesaltes-P.O. (2)</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Interprétation par Laurence </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TVLs3YqSL3I/AAAAAAAAGS8/oHDHLcBVsDY/s1600/Laurence+Godon-Pirof+02.02.11+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="222" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TVLs3YqSL3I/AAAAAAAAGS8/oHDHLcBVsDY/s320/Laurence+Godon-Pirof+02.02.11+%25282%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>S'il suffisait de s'installer en position du lotus pour accéder à l'illumination, toutes les grenouilles seraient des Bouddhas.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Louis Pauwels</b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 19 janvier 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TTr_E-tZTWI/AAAAAAAAGOM/DeAKw64CtDs/s1600/Laurence+Godon-Pirof+19.01.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="157" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TTr_E-tZTWI/AAAAAAAAGOM/DeAKw64CtDs/s320/Laurence+Godon-Pirof+19.01.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Le visage humain fut toujours mon grand paysage.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Colette</b>, <i>Trait pour trait.</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;Reçu le 24 décembre 2010 (1) </span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TRs2uxoneCI/AAAAAAAAGJI/2X69ftluoTs/s1600/Laurence+Godon-Pirof+24.12.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TRs2uxoneCI/AAAAAAAAGJI/2X69ftluoTs/s320/Laurence+Godon-Pirof+24.12.10.jpg" width="318" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Légende de Babau-Rivesaltes-P.O. (2)</span></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Interprétation de Laurence</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TRs1ttIPPoI/AAAAAAAAGJE/uqBVFAKTMQU/s1600/Laurence+Godon-Pirof+24.12.10+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="223" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TRs1ttIPPoI/AAAAAAAAGJE/uqBVFAKTMQU/s320/Laurence+Godon-Pirof+24.12.10+%25282%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>La matière est dans l'espace, l'esprit est hors de l'espace; il n'y a pas de transition possible entre eux.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Henri Bergson</b>, <i>Matière et mémoire, 1896. </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Envoyé le 10 décembre 2010</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TRj9dElEQNI/AAAAAAAAGIg/WkKGWtVbiS0/s1600/Laurence+Godon-Pirof+10.12.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TRj9dElEQNI/AAAAAAAAGIg/WkKGWtVbiS0/s320/Laurence+Godon-Pirof+10.12.10.jpg" width="156" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-870514420867335538?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-49355194041103466382010-12-27T21:46:00.001+01:002010-12-27T21:50:54.784+01:00<div style="color: #660000; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Moulinex libère la femme.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Moulinex</b>, 1961.</span><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Envoyé le 10 décembre 2010</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TRj44YlyYQI/AAAAAAAAGIc/Qr4MRk0Xr8U/s1600/J%25C3%25A9rome+Ramette+10.12.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="156" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TRj44YlyYQI/AAAAAAAAGIc/Qr4MRk0Xr8U/s320/J%25C3%25A9rome+Ramette+10.12.10.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-4935519404110346638?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-2155284613002715872010-12-27T21:34:00.001+01:002010-12-27T22:08:33.125+01:00<div style="color: #783f04; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Plus tenaces que les ronces / les rêves soulèvent la dalle de la nuit.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Daniel Boulanger</b>, <i>Tirelire</i>. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Envoyé le 10 décembre 2010</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TRj1VsAvR3I/AAAAAAAAGIY/nLkdeU3tRR0/s1600/Dominik+Chaudoir+10.12.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TRj1VsAvR3I/AAAAAAAAGIY/nLkdeU3tRR0/s320/Dominik+Chaudoir+10.12.10.jpg" width="156" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-215528461300271587?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-16785512335091021152010-12-27T21:17:00.001+01:002010-12-27T22:07:48.450+01:00<span id="sasText" style="left: -9999px; position: fixed; top: 0px;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Il <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=marmonnait_">marmonnait:</a> «Je vais bien te <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=forcer">forcer</a> à <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=remonter">remonter</a>, moi, tu vas voir, <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=petite">petite</a> <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=imbecile">imbécile</a>. Qu'<a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=est_ce">est-ce</a> que c'est que ce <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=cirque">cirque</a>, je vous <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=demande">demande</a> un <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=peu_">peu!»</a></span><br /><a class="lv8bk" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/reference_citation/6603/Les_Horreurs_de_l_amour_1963_.php">Les Horreurs de l'amour (1963)</a><br /><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><a class="lv8bk" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/auteur/1494/Jean_Dutourd.php">Citations de Jean Dutourd</a> </span><div id="credit"><br />Source : <a href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php">Citation - Recherche de citations</a> - <a href="http://www.dicocitations.com/">citation</a></div></span><br /><div style="color: #990000; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Il marmonnait : " Je vais bien te forcer à remonter, tu vas voir, petite imbécile. Qu'est-que c'est que ce cirque, je vous demande un peu! "</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Jean Dutourd</b>,<i> Les Horreurs de l'amour, 1963.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Envoyé le 10 décembre 2010</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TRjyBasmnnI/AAAAAAAAGIU/eTAghhVS3Lc/s1600/Caroline+Chevalier+10.12.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="155" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TRjyBasmnnI/AAAAAAAAGIU/eTAghhVS3Lc/s320/Caroline+Chevalier+10.12.10.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-1678551233509102115?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-11565616692378881512010-12-27T20:59:00.000+01:002010-12-27T21:00:00.197+01:00<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Un piano doit être un ami, c'est-à-dire un confident qui essuie nos rages.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Félix Leclerc</b>,<i> Le Calepin d'un flâneur.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Envoyé le 10 décembre 2010</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TRju3V9iufI/AAAAAAAAGIQ/a8frstVHRnM/s1600/Anie+Tor+10.12.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="158" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TRju3V9iufI/AAAAAAAAGIQ/a8frstVHRnM/s320/Anie+Tor+10.12.10.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-1156561669237888151?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-33294840289594819552010-11-29T17:16:00.034+01:002012-01-29T19:32:36.664+01:00<div style="color: #bf9000;"><div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: left;"><div style="color: #b4a7d6; text-align: left;"><div style="color: #b45f06; text-align: left;"><div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: left;"><div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: left;"><div style="color: #666666; text-align: left;"><div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="color: #990000; text-align: left;"><div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: left;"><div style="color: #20124d; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="color: #e06666; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="color: #999999; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;Reçu le 02/01/2012</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-stE1P9eOfBY/TyWQgHU1K4I/AAAAAAAAHxw/30F-ZNkAIZA/s1600/Andrea+McNeill+02.01.12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="242" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-stE1P9eOfBY/TyWQgHU1K4I/AAAAAAAAHxw/30F-ZNkAIZA/s320/Andrea+McNeill+02.01.12.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="color: black; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;</span>Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</div><div style="color: black; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: black; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><b>La vie elle même n´est plus qu´un perpétuel délire.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Edmund Cooper</b>,<i> Le Jour des fous, 1966</i>.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 28 novembre 2011</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yuts9d0sZ18/Tt0kQqhdu8I/AAAAAAAAHh4/qPugQO9varY/s1600/Andrea+McNell++28.11.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="157" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yuts9d0sZ18/Tt0kQqhdu8I/AAAAAAAAHh4/qPugQO9varY/s320/Andrea+McNell++28.11.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l´image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><b>La publicité est&nbsp;à la consommation ce que l´érotisme est à l´amour. Le plaisir ne suit pas toujours.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Philippe Bouvard</b><i>, Mille et une pensées, 2005.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Recu le 24 octobre 2011</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iOI_qho3WkM/Ttkg-rjPcnI/AAAAAAAAHcQ/dFDI1wDXWrM/s1600/Andrea+McNeill+24.10.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="232" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iOI_qho3WkM/Ttkg-rjPcnI/AAAAAAAAHcQ/dFDI1wDXWrM/s320/Andrea+McNeill+24.10.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l´image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>On a tous une folie à vivre...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Daniel Desbiens</b><i>, Maximes d'aujourd'hui.&nbsp;</i></span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Envoyé le 29 septembre 2011</span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-82N-w0fdgN8/TpsUHf3Q4mI/AAAAAAAAHHY/cXcTlqYH5Ss/s1600/Andrea+McNeill++29.09.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-82N-w0fdgN8/TpsUHf3Q4mI/AAAAAAAAHHY/cXcTlqYH5Ss/s320/Andrea+McNeill++29.09.11.jpg" width="157" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l´image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><br /><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><b>La sagesse n´est pas la méditation de la mort mais la méditation de la vie.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Baruch Spinoza</b>, <i>Oeuvres complètes.</i></span></div><br /><span style="color: black;">Recu le 20 septembre 2011</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wfs3FbhJniQ/ToNVuW4ar4I/AAAAAAAAHDw/xZ0TDTypfvc/s1600/Andrea+McNeill+20.09.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="251" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wfs3FbhJniQ/ToNVuW4ar4I/AAAAAAAAHDw/xZ0TDTypfvc/s320/Andrea+McNeill+20.09.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l´image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Vous revoilà donc, grand magicien avec vos compostions muettes.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #bf9000; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Denis Diderot</b>, <i>A Jean-Baptiste Siméon Chardin.</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #bf9000; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 16 août 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qguGXRiI7RQ/TlgHh7lcZ1I/AAAAAAAAG_A/9AT15hsEdhk/s1600/Andrea+McNeill+16.08.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="158" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qguGXRiI7RQ/TlgHh7lcZ1I/AAAAAAAAG_A/9AT15hsEdhk/s320/Andrea+McNeill+16.08.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l´image</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><br /><span style="color: #bf9000; font-size: large;"><b>Tout semble jaune à qui de jaunisse est atteint.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Lucrèce</b><i>, De la nature, IV, 330</i><b>.</b></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color: black;">Recu le 04 août 2011</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gwJ1n1eLWns/TkWWxzWX3_I/AAAAAAAAG8g/-lQPaIIzQUw/s1600/Andrea+McNeill+04.08.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="291" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gwJ1n1eLWns/TkWWxzWX3_I/AAAAAAAAG8g/-lQPaIIzQUw/s320/Andrea+McNeill+04.08.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l´image</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Les morts ne sont pas morts, c'est assez clair puisque nous vivons.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="color: black;">Alain</b><i><span style="color: black;">, Propos sur le bonheur, 1928.&nbsp;</span></i></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 06 juillet 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jWNdZYcqO4w/ThgeoezVa6I/AAAAAAAAG08/6urwTRegw9w/s1600/Andrea+McNeill+06.07.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jWNdZYcqO4w/ThgeoezVa6I/AAAAAAAAG08/6urwTRegw9w/s320/Andrea+McNeill+06.07.11.jpg" width="160" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>L'amitié est une âme en deux corps.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Aristote</b>, <i>Ethique à Nicomaque</i>.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;Reçu le 01 juillet 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-okEuGP93cv4/ThTG5YXCsmI/AAAAAAAAGyw/zh0gVtbtg-U/s1600/Andrea+McNeill+01.07.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="227" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-okEuGP93cv4/ThTG5YXCsmI/AAAAAAAAGyw/zh0gVtbtg-U/s320/Andrea+McNeill+01.07.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image </span></span><b><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt;"></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt;"><br /></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt;"><br /></span></b></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>L'homme est le seul animal qui soit l'ami des victimes qu'il se propose de manger.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Samuel Butler</b>, 1835-1902.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 07 juin 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9s3Q2v9NxFQ/Tg8s5alMh0I/AAAAAAAAGrs/blEDGlgu4W8/s1600/Andrea+McNeill+07.06.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="158" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9s3Q2v9NxFQ/Tg8s5alMh0I/AAAAAAAAGrs/blEDGlgu4W8/s320/Andrea+McNeill+07.06.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Il croyait que Dieu s'intéressait aux courses de bicyclettes et il avait bien raison.&nbsp;</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">Marcel Aymé</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Reçu le 23 mai 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-arbn1Gi_PKU/Tdpjp1g8t-I/AAAAAAAAGok/00sVqHaYPIg/s1600/Andrea+MacNeill+23.05.11_0002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-arbn1Gi_PKU/Tdpjp1g8t-I/AAAAAAAAGok/00sVqHaYPIg/s320/Andrea+MacNeill+23.05.11_0002.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Si c'était le nombre, ce serait le hasard, / Si sept est le nombre, cesserait le hasard.</b></span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Decio Pignatari</span></span></b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">, Exercicio findo.</span></span></i><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 22 avril 2011</span></span> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tcE6BcpDS00/TcZExE8mxnI/AAAAAAAAGlc/1hjdIck6w-8/s1600/Andrea+McNeill+22.04.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="223" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tcE6BcpDS00/TcZExE8mxnI/AAAAAAAAGlc/1hjdIck6w-8/s320/Andrea+McNeill+22.04.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Dans ce pays de grand vent, le courrier était rapide mais n'arrivait pas toujours à son véritable destinataire.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Denis Langlois</b>, <i>ARPA, Revue de poésie, janvier 2008. </i></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;Reçu le 07 avril 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BOHqsbV7k7o/TawKR2ysj1I/AAAAAAAAGiM/MND0bin5eT8/s1600/Andr%25C3%25A9a+MacNeill+07.04.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="226" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BOHqsbV7k7o/TawKR2ysj1I/AAAAAAAAGiM/MND0bin5eT8/s320/Andr%25C3%25A9a+MacNeill+07.04.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span></span> <span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>La famille est plus importante que les individus qui la constituent.</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">Moses Isegawa</span></b><i><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">, Chroniques abyssiniennes.</span></i><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 11 mars 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-e3ARL7AT9SI/TYeDEdF9hdI/AAAAAAAAGZE/nzCwSvVnMsg/s1600/Andr%25C3%25A9a+Mcneill+11.03.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="289" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-e3ARL7AT9SI/TYeDEdF9hdI/AAAAAAAAGZE/nzCwSvVnMsg/s320/Andr%25C3%25A9a+Mcneill+11.03.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></span></div><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>(...) Ce sourire-là cogne aux tempes, il me venait pour une chanson aimée, (...) la découverte d'un ver luisant roulé dans l'herbe une nuit d'été.</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="color: black;">Cécile Reyboz</b><i><span style="color: black;">, Chanson pour bestioles, 2008.&nbsp;</span></i></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;Reçu le 09 février 2011&nbsp;</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">(recto)</span></span><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-588CY4QbC6E/TVQfBVZ-KqI/AAAAAAAAGUo/HHiRKebQVnE/s1600/Andr%25C3%25A9a+McNeill+09.02.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="221" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-588CY4QbC6E/TVQfBVZ-KqI/AAAAAAAAGUo/HHiRKebQVnE/s320/Andr%25C3%25A9a+McNeill+09.02.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b></b></span></span><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal;">(verso)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-amRDrrxhsNo/TVQhKXEQNQI/AAAAAAAAGUs/Kea3asfJJAY/s1600/Andr%25C3%25A9a+McNeill+09.02.11+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="224" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-amRDrrxhsNo/TVQhKXEQNQI/AAAAAAAAGUs/Kea3asfJJAY/s320/Andr%25C3%25A9a+McNeill+09.02.11+%25282%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Pour mener l'être humain vers la civilisation, il a fallu quelques millions d'années, alors que le retour au Néandertal prend moins d'une semaine.&nbsp;</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">Frédéric Beigbeder</span></b><i><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">, L'amour dure trois ans.</span></i><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 20 janvier 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TTw-oFTtUHI/AAAAAAAAGPE/ZG6KGptGMwU/s1600/Andr%25C3%25A9a+McNeill+20.01.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TTw-oFTtUHI/AAAAAAAAGPE/ZG6KGptGMwU/s320/Andr%25C3%25A9a+McNeill+20.01.11.jpg" width="157" /></a></div><div style="tdxt-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;</span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></span></div><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>A l'égard de la mort, j'oscille sans arrêt entre le "mystère" et le "rien du tout", entre les pyramides et la morgue.</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Emil Michel Cioran</span></b><span style="font-size: small;">,</span><b> </b><i><span style="font-size: small;">De l'inconvénient d'être né, 1973.</span></i><b> &nbsp;</b></span> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Reçu le 07 janvier 2011</span></span><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TTAgBSD205I/AAAAAAAAGLQ/19Kj-JASVcI/s1600/Andr%25C3%25A9a+McNeill+07.01.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TTAgBSD205I/AAAAAAAAGLQ/19Kj-JASVcI/s320/Andr%25C3%25A9a+McNeill+07.01.11.jpg" width="223" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;</span></b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><b><span style="font-size: large;">L'esprit s'endort avec l'habitude des voyages; on se fait à tout... aux sites exotiques les plus singuliers, comme aux visages les plus extraordinaires.&nbsp;</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"> <span style="font-size: small;"><b>Pierre Loti</b>,<i> Le Mariage de Loti, 1882.</i></span></span><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;Envoyé le 06 décembre 2010</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TQD_XUzCM8I/AAAAAAAAGEI/D3gLvYZtmuQ/s1600/Andr%25C3%25A9a+McNeill+06.12.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TQD_XUzCM8I/AAAAAAAAGEI/D3gLvYZtmuQ/s320/Andr%25C3%25A9a+McNeill+06.12.10.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>L'ennui se nourrit de ces signes qui n'ont qu'un sens et qui, par cela même, n'ont plus de sens.</b></span></div><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Alain</b>, <i>Propos de littérature, 1934.</i></span></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Reçu le 22 novembre 2010</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TPPQpOEZ4bI/AAAAAAAAGB8/d1QMeKLfmuI/s1600/Andr%25C3%25A9a+McNeill+22.11.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="246" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TPPQpOEZ4bI/AAAAAAAAGB8/d1QMeKLfmuI/s320/Andr%25C3%25A9a+McNeill+22.11.10.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></span><b><span style="color: #93c47d;"><br /></span></b></span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-3329484028959481955?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-30983151872688026792010-11-27T14:17:00.001+01:002010-12-01T20:01:06.672+01:00<span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><b>Une âme tendre comme la sienne a besoin de quelqu'un vers qui porter en offrande sa noblesse et sa pureté.</b></span><br /><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>André Gide</b>, <i>Les Faux-Monnayeurs, 1925.</i></span></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Envoyé le 23 novembre 2010</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TPEDxCSvSyI/AAAAAAAAGB0/3W1v8dRfTXU/s1600/Syvie+Duby+23.11.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="157" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TPEDxCSvSyI/AAAAAAAAGB0/3W1v8dRfTXU/s320/Syvie+Duby+23.11.10.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-3098315187268802679?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-4496172587730430592010-11-27T14:07:00.000+01:002010-11-27T14:09:22.657+01:00<span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;"><b>La sérénité est comme l'oiseau : si tu la laisses s'envoler tu auras du mal à la rattraper.</b></span><br /><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Alexandre Amour</b></span></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Envoyé le 23 novembre 2010</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TPEAvNPZAuI/AAAAAAAAGBs/dGiegnCbLE0/s1600/Pierre-St%25C3%25A9phane+Proust+23.11.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TPEAvNPZAuI/AAAAAAAAGBs/dGiegnCbLE0/s320/Pierre-St%25C3%25A9phane+Proust+23.11.10.jpg" width="159" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-449617258773043059?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-49200863822805585042010-11-27T13:56:00.015+01:002011-10-29T00:20:37.835+02:00<div style="color: #45818e;"><div style="color: #76a5af; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #4c1130; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Il ne faut jamais concevoir un déplacement comme un simple trajet d'un point à un autre.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"><b>Peter Hoeg</b><i>, Smilla et l'amour de la neige, 1992.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 22 avril 2011 </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H6AG4DK2mW8/TcZW448DLDI/AAAAAAAAGmA/1UiX9lmXhBs/s1600/Martine+Julmann+22.04.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H6AG4DK2mW8/TcZW448DLDI/AAAAAAAAGmA/1UiX9lmXhBs/s320/Martine+Julmann+22.04.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Je ne suis devenu qu'un viveur lunaire / Qui fait des ronds dans les bassins, / Et cela, sans autre dessein / Que devenir un légendaire.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Jules Laforgue</b>, <i>L' Imitation de Notre-Dame la Lune, 1886, XVI.</i></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="color: black;">Reçu le 07 avril 2011</span></span></span><b style="color: #990000;"><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJCjavkPWI4/Ta2YElUaLtI/AAAAAAAAGjc/RVjcEPiRbqQ/s1600/Martine+Julmann+07.04.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJCjavkPWI4/Ta2YElUaLtI/AAAAAAAAGjc/RVjcEPiRbqQ/s320/Martine+Julmann+07.04.11.jpg" width="251" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: large;"><b style="color: #990000;"> </b></span><span id="sasText" style="left: -9999px; position: fixed; top: 0px;"><a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=Enfin">Enfin</a>, se son vil <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=echafaud">échafaud</a>, - Le <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=clown">clown</a> <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=sauta">sauta</a> si haut, si haut, </span></div><span id="sasText" style="left: -9999px; position: fixed; top: 0px;"></span><br /><div id="credit"><span id="sasText" style="left: -9999px; position: fixed; top: 0px;"><br /></span><br /><span id="sasText" style="left: -9999px; position: fixed; top: 0px;">Source : <a href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php">Citation - Recherche de citations</a> - <a href="http://www.dicocitations.com/">citation</a></span></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b style="color: #990000;">On l'encourageait : "tiens bon la rampe!", un jour on le releva au bas de l'escalier, le crâne fracturé.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Denis Langlois</b>, <i>Le hasard sonne toujours une fois, 2006.</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 24 janvier 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TUGSh62TZYI/AAAAAAAAGQs/0n7UN5g5zBw/s1600/Martine+Julmann+24.01.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TUGSh62TZYI/AAAAAAAAGQs/0n7UN5g5zBw/s320/Martine+Julmann+24.01.11.jpg" width="159" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span><br /><div style="color: #45818e; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;<b>&nbsp;</b></span></div><div style="color: #45818e; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="color: #45818e; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="color: #45818e; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>(...) les pensées que le froid protège sont les testaments de l'hiver.&nbsp;</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Charles Dobzynski</b><i>, Les Premiers de la glace, 1996. </i></span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Reçu le 10 janvier 2011</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TVMN_CkARKI/AAAAAAAAGUM/TGgyEVSxpGE/s1600/Martine+Julman+10.01.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TVMN_CkARKI/AAAAAAAAGUM/TGgyEVSxpGE/s320/Martine+Julman+10.01.11.jpg" width="192" /></a></div><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="color: #b45f06; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>...l'humanité projette inconsciemment son désir de survivre dans la chimère des choses jamais connues, mais cette chimère ressemble à la mort.</b></span></div></div><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Theodor Wiesengrund Adorno</b></span></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Envoyé le 23 novembre 2010</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TPDxdA2ebGI/AAAAAAAAGBk/XxdDy-4zp4U/s1600/Martine+Julmann+23.11.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="159" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TPDxdA2ebGI/AAAAAAAAGBk/XxdDy-4zp4U/s320/Martine+Julmann+23.11.10.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-4920086382280558504?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-33389006324712306282010-11-27T12:49:00.001+01:002010-12-01T18:38:01.468+01:00<div style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><b><span style="font-size: large;">L'écriture c'est le coeur qui éclate en silence.</span></b></div><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Christian Bobin</b>, <i>L'Epuisement.</i></span></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Envoyé le 23 novembre 2010</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TPDvSWCnqDI/AAAAAAAAGBc/kvkk7yhGPNw/s1600/Lutin+23.11.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="159" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TPDvSWCnqDI/AAAAAAAAGBc/kvkk7yhGPNw/s320/Lutin+23.11.10.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-3338900632471230628?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-17510246577954350532010-11-26T13:40:00.000+01:002010-11-27T12:50:31.734+01:00<span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"> </span><b style="color: #bf9000;"><span style="font-size: large;">Les gens qui souffrent sont souvent très créatifs. C'est terrible à dire mais c'est comme si la souffrance les nourrissait.</span></b><br /><b>Monica Belluci</b>,<i> Interview dans Psychologies, octobre 2007</i>.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Envoyé le 23 novembre 2010</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TO-pPZxqn-I/AAAAAAAAGBM/CRPRLy0W8n0/s1600/Avari+23.11.10_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TO-pPZxqn-I/AAAAAAAAGBM/CRPRLy0W8n0/s320/Avari+23.11.10_0001.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-1751024657795435053?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-39853207882483552222010-11-26T12:23:00.001+01:002010-12-01T18:30:21.373+01:00<b><span style="color: #073763; font-size: large;">Ce bloc enfariné ne me dit rien qui vaille, / S'écria-t-il de loin au général des chats.</span></b><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Jean de La Fontaine</b></span>,<i> Le chat et un vieux rat, Fables, 1668 à 1694.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Envoyé le 23 novembre 2010</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TO-UFCc9I3I/AAAAAAAAGBE/jr1oMzdFkjo/s1600/Anne-Lise+Griffon+23.11.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TO-UFCc9I3I/AAAAAAAAGBE/jr1oMzdFkjo/s320/Anne-Lise+Griffon+23.11.10.jpg" width="158" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-3985320788248355222?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-36104902481907044162010-11-18T14:50:00.001+01:002010-11-25T14:14:49.224+01:00<div style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>L'oeil a besoin de temps pour comprendre ce qu'il voit.</b></span></div><b>Alberto Manguel</b>, <i>Un amant très vétilleux, 2005.</i><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Envoyé le 15 novembre 2010</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TOUuE-dMeQI/AAAAAAAAF90/3UyBSLNOebA/s1600/Yvan+Sigg+15.11.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TOUuE-dMeQI/AAAAAAAAF90/3UyBSLNOebA/s320/Yvan+Sigg+15.11.10.jpg" width="155" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-3610490248190704416?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-15447425140970468952010-10-31T22:25:00.002+01:002010-11-18T16:29:41.958+01:00<div style="color: #a64d79;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="color: black; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b> <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;">Je ne crois guère aux beautés qui peu à peu se révèlent, pour peu qu'on les invente; seules m'emportent les apparitions.</span></span></b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Pierre Michon</b>, <i>La Grande Beune, 1996.</i></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 15 novembre 2010</span></span><b><br /></b></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TOVEmXEDRKI/AAAAAAAAF-E/QGKgQU8w-_k/s1600/Eric+Meyer+15.11.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TOVEmXEDRKI/AAAAAAAAF-E/QGKgQU8w-_k/s320/Eric+Meyer+15.11.10.jpg" width="159" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></span></span></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"><b>La composition est l'art d'arranger de manière décorative les divers éléments dont le peintre dispose pour exprimer ses sentiments.</b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Henri Matisse</span></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;Reçu le 05 novembre 2010</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TNQAjJXMOqI/AAAAAAAAF8g/opyUoiqGHpU/s1600/Eric+Meyer+05.11.10.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TNQAjJXMOqI/AAAAAAAAF8g/opyUoiqGHpU/s320/Eric+Meyer+05.11.10.png" width="230" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>(...) quelle éblouissante galerie de portraits féminins!</b></span></div><b>Edwige Feuillère</b>,<i> Les Feux de la mémoire, 1977.</i><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Envoyé le 27 octobre 2010</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TM3eSbxxh8I/AAAAAAAAF7Q/BvbggVLkYvo/s1600/Eric+Meyer+27.10.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="156" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TM3eSbxxh8I/AAAAAAAAF7Q/BvbggVLkYvo/s320/Eric+Meyer+27.10.10.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-1544742514097046895?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-50291270391185774982010-10-31T22:22:00.007+01:002010-12-27T22:19:43.001+01:00<div style="color: #bf9000;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="color: #660000;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span id="sasText" style="left: -9999px; position: fixed; top: 0px;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Il <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=accomplissait">accomplissait</a> sa <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=petite">petite</a> <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=tache">tâche</a> <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=quotidienne">quotidienne</a> à la <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=maniere">manière</a> du <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=cheval">cheval</a> de <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=manege">manège</a>.</span><br /><a class="lv8bk" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/reference_citation/7101/Madame_Bovary_1857_.php">Madame Bovary (1857)</a><br /><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><a class="lv8bk" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/auteur/1681/Gustave_Flaubert.php">Citations de Gustave Flaubert</a> </span><div id="credit"><br />Source : <a href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php">Citation - Recherche de citations</a> - <a href="http://www.dicocitations.com/">citation</a></div></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span id="sasText" style="left: -9999px; position: fixed; top: 0px;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Il <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=accomplissait">accomplissait</a> sa <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=petite">petite</a> <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=tache">tâche</a> <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=quotidienne">quotidienne</a> à la <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=maniere">manière</a> du <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=cheval">cheval</a> de <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=manege">manège</a>.</span><br /><a class="lv8bk" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/reference_citation/7101/Madame_Bovary_1857_.php">Madame Bovary (1857)</a><br /><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><a class="lv8bk" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/auteur/1681/Gustave_Flaubert.php">Citations de Gustave Flaubert</a> </span><div id="credit"><br />Source : <a href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php">Citation - Recherche de citations</a> - <a href="http://www.dicocitations.com/">citation</a></div></span><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"> </span><span id="sasText" style="left: -9999px; position: fixed; top: 0px;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Il <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=accomplissait">accomplissait</a> sa <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=petite">petite</a> <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=tache">tâche</a> <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=quotidienne">quotidienne</a> à la <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=maniere">manière</a> du <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=cheval">cheval</a> de <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=manege">manège</a>.</span><br /><a class="lv8bk" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/reference_citation/7101/Madame_Bovary_1857_.php">Madame Bovary (1857)</a><br /><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><a class="lv8bk" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/auteur/1681/Gustave_Flaubert.php">Citations de Gustave Flaubert</a></span><div id="credit"><br />Source : <a href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php">Citation - Recherche de citations</a> - <a href="http://www.dicocitations.com/">citation</a></div></span></div><span id="sasText" style="left: -9999px; position: fixed; top: 0px;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Il <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=accomplissait">accomplissait</a> sa <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=petite">petite</a> <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=tache">tâche</a> <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=quotidienne">quotidienne</a> à la <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=maniere">manière</a> du <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=cheval">cheval</a> de <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=manege">manège</a>.</span><br /><a class="lv8bk" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/reference_citation/7101/Madame_Bovary_1857_.php">Madame Bovary (1857)</a><br /><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><a class="lv8bk" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/auteur/1681/Gustave_Flaubert.php">Citations de Gustave Flaubert</a></span><div id="credit"><br />Source : <a href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php">Citation - Recherche de citations</a> - <a href="http://www.dicocitations.com/">citation</a></div></span><span id="sasText" style="left: -9999px; position: fixed; top: 0px;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Il <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=accomplissait">accomplissait</a> sa <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=petite">petite</a> <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=tache">tâche</a> <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=quotidienne">quotidienne</a> à la <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=maniere">manière</a> du <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=cheval">cheval</a> de <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=manege">manège</a>.</span><br /><a class="lv8bk" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/reference_citation/7101/Madame_Bovary_1857_.php">Madame Bovary (1857)</a><br /><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><a class="lv8bk" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/auteur/1681/Gustave_Flaubert.php">Citations de Gustave Flaubert</a></span><div id="credit"><br />Source : <a href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php">Citation - Recherche de citations</a> - <a href="http://www.dicocitations.com/">citation</a></div></span><br /><div style="color: #8e7cc3; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Il accomplissait sa petite tâche quotidienne à la manière du cheval de manège.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><b>Gustave Flaubert</b>, Madame Bovary, 1857.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">&nbsp;Envoyé le 10 décembre 2010</span><b><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TRiHFAVryQI/AAAAAAAAGG8/EysBhVrRQtA/s1600/Martine+Taillant+10.12.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TRiHFAVryQI/AAAAAAAAGG8/EysBhVrRQtA/s320/Martine+Taillant+10.12.10.jpg" width="157" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;</span></span></b><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;</span><b><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;</span></span></b><br /><span id="sasText" style="left: -9999px; position: fixed; top: 0px;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Il <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=accomplissait">accomplissait</a> sa <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=petite">petite</a> <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=tache">tâche</a> <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=quotidienne">quotidienne</a> à la <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=maniere">manière</a> du <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=cheval">cheval</a> de <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=manege">manège</a>.</span><br /><a class="lv8bk" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/reference_citation/7101/Madame_Bovary_1857_.php">Madame Bovary (1857)</a><br /><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><a class="lv8bk" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/auteur/1681/Gustave_Flaubert.php">Citations de Gustave Flaubert</a></span><div id="credit"><br />Source : <a href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php">Citation - Recherche de citations</a> - <a href="http://www.dicocitations.com/">citation</a></div></span><br /><b><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: large;">La peinture est de plus en plus proche de la poésie, maintenant que la photographie l'a libérée du besoin de raconter une histoire</span>.</span></b><br /><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Georges Braque</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;Reçu le 27 novembre 2010</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TPTYZhrj0SI/AAAAAAAAGCk/ZPD9VFthnHQ/s1600/Martine+Taillant+27.11.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TPTYZhrj0SI/AAAAAAAAGCk/ZPD9VFthnHQ/s320/Martine+Taillant+27.11.10.jpg" width="223" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span><span style="color: black;"><b> </b>Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Tu vas faire peur aux vaches avec cette robe!</b></span></div><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Raymond Guérin</span></span></b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">, L'Apprenti, 1946.</span></span></i></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 15 novembre 2010</span></span><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></i><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TOUOS7HJVwI/AAAAAAAAF9o/tJhDq9gbYe8/s1600/Martine+Taillant+15.11.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="160" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TOUOS7HJVwI/AAAAAAAAF9o/tJhDq9gbYe8/s320/Martine+Taillant+15.11.10.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><b>&nbsp;</b>Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: large;"><b>Il n'y a rien de plus beau qu'une clef, tant qu'on ne sait pas ce qu'elle ouvre.</b></span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Maurice Maeterlinck</span></b>, <i><span style="font-size: small;">Aglavaine et Sélysette.</span></i></span><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span></i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Reçu le 05 novembre 2010</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TNQJG-oVePI/AAAAAAAAF8k/RjEW3aaCEyA/s1600/Martine+Taillant+05.11.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="223" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TNQJG-oVePI/AAAAAAAAF8k/RjEW3aaCEyA/s320/Martine+Taillant+05.11.10.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>(...) entre la chair et l'âme, mais bien malin qui dira où est la frontière de l'une et de l'autre.</b></span></div><b>Paul Claudel</b>,<i> lettre à Edwige Feuillère, 1948. </i><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Envoyé le 27 octobre 2010</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TM3dBmg5smI/AAAAAAAAF7M/NogfqNAiYKU/s1600/Martine+Taillant+27.10.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="155" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TM3dBmg5smI/AAAAAAAAF7M/NogfqNAiYKU/s320/Martine+Taillant+27.10.10.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-5029127039118577498?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-42764403920115427832010-10-31T22:16:00.012+01:002011-12-13T22:21:08.927+01:00<div style="color: #666666;"><div style="color: #741b47; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #f6b26b; font-size: large;"><strong>Dès que l´être humail est seul il bascule dans la déraison.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><strong>Marguerite Duras</strong>, Ecrire, 1993.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 01 décembre 2011</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lvIiMgP_NDE/Tue_rnuJOSI/AAAAAAAAHmA/b1Dy1qOe-aQ/s1600/Patricia+Romero+01.12.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="159" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lvIiMgP_NDE/Tue_rnuJOSI/AAAAAAAAHmA/b1Dy1qOe-aQ/s320/Patricia+Romero+01.12.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;</span><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt;"><br /></span></span></div><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt;"></span></span><br /><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><strong>...tout se donne à voir, sur le ciel d´un visage.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><strong>Christian Bobin</strong>, <em>La part manquante</em>.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Recu le 16 novembre 2011</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fh-g177I-CI/TtlIAS1rFVI/AAAAAAAAHgA/swo7X92qc_w/s1600/Pat+Romero+16.11.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="224" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fh-g177I-CI/TtlIAS1rFVI/AAAAAAAAHgA/swo7X92qc_w/s320/Pat+Romero+16.11.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">2/2</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jtS5LtbxUlM/TtlH75UTFMI/AAAAAAAAHf4/_0UC-1i07no/s1600/Pat+Romero+16.11.11_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jtS5LtbxUlM/TtlH75UTFMI/AAAAAAAAHf4/_0UC-1i07no/s320/Pat+Romero+16.11.11_0001.jpg" width="247" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: black; font-size: large;">Ce sont les voiliers qui ont découvert le monde, et ils charrient dans leur sillage bien des légendes.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><b>Olivier de Kersauson</b>, <i>Homme libre... toujours tu chériras la mer! 1994.</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">Envoyé le 24 janvier 2011</span><b><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TUGV4BKa4ZI/AAAAAAAAGQw/vEkFrwJtq84/s1600/Patricia+Romero+24.01.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="158" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TUGV4BKa4ZI/AAAAAAAAGQw/vEkFrwJtq84/s320/Patricia+Romero+24.01.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="color: #b45f06; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Ce midi, chose rare et d'autant plus succulente, nous aurons du poisson frais à déjeuner.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Yvonne Pagniez</b>, <i>Ouessant, 1965. </i></span></div><br /><span style="color: black;"> Reçu le 13 janvier 2011</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TVMPhHIdepI/AAAAAAAAGUQ/JaPe_Eu18JM/s1600/Patricia+Romero+13.01.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TVMPhHIdepI/AAAAAAAAGUQ/JaPe_Eu18JM/s320/Patricia+Romero+13.01.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: black;">Celui qui a l'idée abstraite d'une chose la comprend; mais celui-là seul la fait comprendre qui peut la rendre imaginable.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Joseph Joubert</b>,<i> Carnets tome I.&nbsp; </i></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;</span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;Envoyé le 06 décembre 2010</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TQEh1k6xnCI/AAAAAAAAGE0/0EIymnwINos/s1600/Patricia+Romero+06.12.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="227" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TQEh1k6xnCI/AAAAAAAAGE0/0EIymnwINos/s320/Patricia+Romero+06.12.10.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp; </b></span><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Il est des pensées comme des blessures dont on ne revient pas.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Honoré de Balzac</b>, <i>La Duchesse de Langeais.</i></span></span></span></div><br /><span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 06 décembre 2010 </span></span><b><br /></b></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TQEggyKsbJI/AAAAAAAAGEw/GybcHPTThNs/s1600/Patricia+Romero+06.12.10+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TQEggyKsbJI/AAAAAAAAGEw/GybcHPTThNs/s320/Patricia+Romero+06.12.10+%25282%2529.jpg" width="157" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><br /><span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;<span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;">Patricia et ses amis(es) ont crée en commun une galerie "ART TRANCHE" à Perpignan</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp; </b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Reçu le 15 novembre 2010</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TPu45V6WlPI/AAAAAAAAGD8/nSvd0q3EbdY/s1600/Patricia+Romero+%25283%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="157" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TPu45V6WlPI/AAAAAAAAGD8/nSvd0q3EbdY/s320/Patricia+Romero+%25283%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TPu4wKhX_HI/AAAAAAAAGD4/iVajfZjMn6A/s1600/Patricia+Romero+%25284%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="157" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TPu4wKhX_HI/AAAAAAAAGD4/iVajfZjMn6A/s320/Patricia+Romero+%25284%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><b>Toutes les choses ont leur mystère, et la poésie, c'est le mystère de toutes les choses.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Federico Garcia Lorca</b>, <i>Al habla con F. Garcia Lorca, 1936.</i></span></span><br /><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>&nbsp; </i></span></span><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;</span></div><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;Reçu le 15 novembre 2010</span></div><div style="color: #741b47; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TPTWFRZ1EQI/AAAAAAAAGCg/3tyGPIuX6HM/s1600/Patricia+Romero+15.11.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="223" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TPTWFRZ1EQI/AAAAAAAAGCg/3tyGPIuX6HM/s320/Patricia+Romero+15.11.10.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="color: #741b47; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="color: black; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">J'ai accompli de délicieux voyages, embarqué sur un mot.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Honoré de Balzac&nbsp; </b></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"> Reçu le 15 novembre 2010</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TPTTt-lT7jI/AAAAAAAAGCY/UR-dwObOixY/s1600/Patricia+Romero+15.11.10+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="223" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TPTTt-lT7jI/AAAAAAAAGCY/UR-dwObOixY/s320/Patricia+Romero+15.11.10+%25282%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></div><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Nous portons au centre de notre conscience un moi constant comme un axe, et plus l'image que l'on se fait de nous s'éloigne de cette masse lumineuse, de ce noyau solaire, plus nous en souffrons.</b></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Paul Morand</b></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Envoyé le 27 octobre 2010</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TM3bgVMz1dI/AAAAAAAAF7A/JHSODhdRBwQ/s1600/Patricia+Romero+27.10.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="157" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TM3bgVMz1dI/AAAAAAAAF7A/JHSODhdRBwQ/s320/Patricia+Romero+27.10.10.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-4276440392011542783?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-22976958164307945052010-10-31T22:02:00.001+01:002010-10-31T22:03:15.095+01:00<div style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Douloureux spectacle que celui de ces rêves énergiques et cruels condamnés à mâcher des rêves d'indépendance sous l'oeil liquéfié des castrats.</b></span></div><b>Georges Darien</b>,<i> Le Voleur, 1897.</i><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Envoyé le 27 octobre 2010</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TM3YmAsYcoI/AAAAAAAAF68/SE-I4GhufOM/s1600/Lucien+Ruimy+27.10.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="158" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TM3YmAsYcoI/AAAAAAAAF68/SE-I4GhufOM/s320/Lucien+Ruimy+27.10.10.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-2297695816430794505?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-67258895073542016382010-10-25T22:59:00.003+02:002010-11-12T20:12:33.459+01:00<div style="color: #783f04; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Elle s'entendait bien avec le soleil car il se couchait loin d'elle et ne se levait pas tous les jours.</b></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Jean-Marc Parisis</b>, <i>Les Aimants, 2009.</i></span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 27 octobre 2010</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TM3UBTzSsUI/AAAAAAAAF6w/4k0_nmwlPqA/s1600/St%C3%A9phanie+Soton+27.10.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="156" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TM3UBTzSsUI/AAAAAAAAF6w/4k0_nmwlPqA/s320/St%C3%A9phanie+Soton+27.10.10.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></div><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>(...) c'était un chemin plein de limaces rouges, de champignons et de raisins de serpent.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Marie Noë</span>l</b>, <i>Contes, 1944. </i></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Reçu le 20 octobre 2010</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TMXu3hoxXJI/AAAAAAAAF6Y/nPvGxf6yVJ4/s1600/St%C3%A9phanie+Soton+20.10.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="160" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TMXu3hoxXJI/AAAAAAAAF6Y/nPvGxf6yVJ4/s320/St%C3%A9phanie+Soton+20.10.10.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-6725889507354201638?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-15488674862003828232010-10-15T12:39:00.000+02:002010-10-15T12:39:25.433+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #a64d79; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>(...) mais quant à entrer dans la danse / Il ne voulait, ne pouvait pas entrer dans la danse.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Louis Aragon</b>, <i>Le Roman inachevé, 1956. </i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Envoyé le 11 octobre 2010 </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TLgthZtpiyI/AAAAAAAAF4I/o9EsztoGjB4/s1600/Jean-Claude+Lussaud+11.10.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TLgthZtpiyI/AAAAAAAAF4I/o9EsztoGjB4/s320/Jean-Claude+Lussaud+11.10.10.jpg" width="157" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image </div><div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TLgs2sAC5tI/AAAAAAAAF4E/Zu6wKTvA_Zo/s1600/Jean-Claude+Lussaud+11.10.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-1548867486200382823?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-5158414867347242432010-10-09T02:43:00.002+02:002010-10-11T11:03:21.020+02:00<div style="color: #e06666;"><div style="color: black; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>(...) un mot subitement leur fait défaut, refuse et pourquoi de se poser sur la langue (...)</b></span></div><div style="color: #e06666; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Christophe Lenoir</span></span></b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">, Paternité, 1996.</span></span></i><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="color: #e06666; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #e06666; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 09 octobre 2010</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TK-8czaNE6I/AAAAAAAAF28/BU_J_xpgYiQ/s1600/M%C3%A9diath%C3%A8que+Fran%C3%A7oise+Giroud+06.10.10+%282%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TK-8czaNE6I/AAAAAAAAF28/BU_J_xpgYiQ/s320/M%C3%A9diath%C3%A8que+Fran%C3%A7oise+Giroud+06.10.10+%282%29.jpg" width="156" /></a></div><div style="color: #e06666; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="color: #e06666; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #e06666; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #e06666; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="color: #e06666; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>(...) moment où le bébé qui tourne son regard vers le visage de sa mère y découvre une première image de lui-même.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Serge Tisseron</span></span></b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">, Le Mystère de la chambre claire - photographie et inconscient, 1996. </span></span></i><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 09 octobre 2010</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TK-7D9rW5wI/AAAAAAAAF24/QuisCfpNfIA/s1600/M%C3%A9diath%C3%A8que+Fran%C3%A7oise+Giroud+06.10.10+%283%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TK-7D9rW5wI/AAAAAAAAF24/QuisCfpNfIA/s320/M%C3%A9diath%C3%A8que+Fran%C3%A7oise+Giroud+06.10.10+%283%29.jpg" width="156" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Il se trouve habité par le sentiment douloureux d'avoir été délogé d'un lieu où il était heureux (...)</b></span></div></div><b>Mohamed Rachdi</b>,<i> L'Invention de l'oasis natale, 1996.</i><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Envoyé le 09 octobre 2010</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TK-5XyGbufI/AAAAAAAAF20/C6DbtDE5Vfw/s1600/M%C3%A9diath%C3%A8que+Fran%C3%A7oise+Giroud+06.10.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TK-5XyGbufI/AAAAAAAAF20/C6DbtDE5Vfw/s320/M%C3%A9diath%C3%A8que+Fran%C3%A7oise+Giroud+06.10.10.jpg" width="156" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-515841486734724243?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-14742947485368860582010-10-09T02:05:00.019+02:002012-01-28T12:20:33.534+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #999999; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: large;"><b>La science est aussi peu capable de saisir l´individualité d´un homme que celle d´un lapin.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #999999; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Mikhail Aleksandrovitch Bakounine</b>, <i>La Liberté, 1969.</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #999999; text-align: left;">&nbsp;<b><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 01 décembre 2011</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4vIPYkLPTsU/TufCF6BkE4I/AAAAAAAAHmM/dN2lGkxmd9g/s1600/Th%25C3%25A9r%25C3%25A8se+Warin+01.12.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4vIPYkLPTsU/TufCF6BkE4I/AAAAAAAAHmM/dN2lGkxmd9g/s320/Th%25C3%25A9r%25C3%25A8se+Warin+01.12.11.jpg" width="157" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #999999; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span> </span></span><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt;"><br /></span></span><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #999999; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #999999; text-align: left;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">Ce qui sauve les femmes, c´est que pour lire dans leur âme, il faut regarder leurs yeux.</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #999999; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Marcel Achard</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #999999; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Recu le 24 novembre 2011</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-83lcYghSdxU/TtlL_wVZ3JI/AAAAAAAAHgI/56xsskeMo3s/s1600/Th%25C3%25A9r%25C3%25A8se+Waryn+24.11.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-83lcYghSdxU/TtlL_wVZ3JI/AAAAAAAAHgI/56xsskeMo3s/s320/Th%25C3%25A9r%25C3%25A8se+Waryn+24.11.11.jpg" width="224" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #999999; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #999999; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #999999; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #999999; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #999999; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #45818e;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #783f04; font-size: large;"><b>La statue émerge du temple dans la mesure presque exacte où l'homme sort de la foule, et du même pas que lui.&nbsp;</b></span></span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #999999; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #45818e;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><b>Elie Faure</b><i>, L'Esprit des formes.</i></span></span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #999999; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #45818e;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">Envoyé le 04 novembre 2011</span></span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1LmoqGJ37Sk/Trj4qphyXqI/AAAAAAAAHUk/qyMynYBD6x8/s1600/Th%25C3%25A9r%25C3%25A8se+Waryn+04.11.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1LmoqGJ37Sk/Trj4qphyXqI/AAAAAAAAHUk/qyMynYBD6x8/s320/Th%25C3%25A9r%25C3%25A8se+Waryn+04.11.11.jpg" width="158" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #45818e;"><span style="color: black;">Je boirai du lait quand les vaches brouteront du raisin.</span></span></span></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #999999; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec</b></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #999999; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">Envoyé le 20 janvier 2011</span></span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TTxMdZEGv_I/AAAAAAAAGPg/8NxmCXWFKNQ/s1600/Th%25C3%25A9r%25C3%25A8se+Waryn+20.01.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TTxMdZEGv_I/AAAAAAAAGPg/8NxmCXWFKNQ/s320/Th%25C3%25A9r%25C3%25A8se+Waryn+20.01.11.jpg" width="158" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span></span></span>Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"><b>N'asphaltez pas vos rêves, l'océan demeure l'espace le plus séducteur de la terre.</b></span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #999999; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Guénane Cade</b>, <i>40 pieds sur le Rhum, 2003.</i></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #999999; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><i> </i></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #999999; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Reçu le 03 janvier 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TSI_14n9J_I/AAAAAAAAGKs/q2eT9f7bxpU/s1600/Th%25C3%25A9r%25C3%25A8se+Waryn+03.01.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TSI_14n9J_I/AAAAAAAAGKs/q2eT9f7bxpU/s320/Th%25C3%25A9r%25C3%25A8se+Waryn+03.01.11.jpg" width="178" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #999999; text-align: center;"><span id="sasText" style="left: -9999px; position: fixed; top: 0px;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">La <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=souffrance">souffrance</a> <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=profonde">profonde</a> de tous les <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=prisonniers">prisonniers</a> et de tous les <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=exiles">exilés</a> ... est de <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=vivre">vivre</a> avec une <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=memoire">mémoire</a> qui ne sert à rien.</span><br /><a class="lv8bk" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/reference_citation/76687/La_Peste_1947_.php">La Peste (1947)</a><br /><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><a class="lv8bk" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/auteur/823/Albert_Camus.php">Citations de Albert Camus</a></span></span><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image </span><b><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt;"><br /></span></b></div><b><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt;"></span></b><span id="sasText" style="left: -9999px; position: fixed; top: 0px;"><br /></span><br /><span id="sasText" style="left: -9999px; position: fixed; top: 0px;">Source : <a href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php">Citation - Recherche de citations</a> - <a href="http://www.dicocitations.com/">citation</a></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b></b></span><span id="sasText" style="left: -9999px; position: fixed; top: 0px;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">La <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=souffrance">souffrance</a> <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=profonde">profonde</a> de tous les <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=prisonniers">prisonniers</a> et de tous les <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=exiles">exilés</a> ... est de <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=vivre">vivre</a> avec une <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=memoire">mémoire</a> qui ne sert à rien.</span><br /><a class="lv8bk" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/reference_citation/76687/La_Peste_1947_.php">La Peste (1947)</a><br /><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><a class="lv8bk" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/auteur/823/Albert_Camus.php">Citations de Albert Camus</a></span></span><br /><div id="credit"><span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"><b>Les jeux des enfants sont de graves occupations. Il n'y a que les grandes personnes qui jouent.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #990000; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Henri Barbusse</b>, <i>Le Feu, Journal d'une escouade, 1916.</i></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #990000; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #990000; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;Envoyé le 11 octobre 2010</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TLgh0VhUGbI/AAAAAAAAF3s/mSF31kv00yU/s1600/Th%C3%A9r%C3%A8se+Waryn+11.10.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="159" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TLgh0VhUGbI/AAAAAAAAF3s/mSF31kv00yU/s320/Th%C3%A9r%C3%A8se+Waryn+11.10.10.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #990000; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #990000; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #990000; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #990000; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #990000; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Toute belle oeuvre est écrite à la main et résulte d'une longue attente.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Jean Cocteau</b>, <i>Discours d'Oxford, 1956.&nbsp; </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">&nbsp;Reçu le 30 septembre 2010 </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TK-w4iYq6zI/AAAAAAAAF2g/aLQRLqup-IA/s1600/Th%C3%A9r%C3%A8se+Waryn+30.09.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TK-w4iYq6zI/AAAAAAAAF2g/aLQRLqup-IA/s320/Th%C3%A9r%C3%A8se+Waryn+30.09.10.jpg" width="287" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TK-wBNMKQRI/AAAAAAAAF2Y/CfSrK1dmdT0/s1600/Th%C3%A9r%C3%A8se+Waryn+30.09.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TK-wBNMKQRI/AAAAAAAAF2Y/CfSrK1dmdT0/s1600/Th%C3%A9r%C3%A8se+Waryn+30.09.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TK-wOx2E3eI/AAAAAAAAF2c/ywzlhIQJVgg/s1600/Th%C3%A9r%C3%A8se+Waryn+30.09.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TK-wBNMKQRI/AAAAAAAAF2Y/CfSrK1dmdT0/s1600/Th%C3%A9r%C3%A8se+Waryn+30.09.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-1474294748536886058?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-3086523950434550112010-09-09T14:08:00.003+02:002010-09-27T11:04:42.825+02:00<div style="color: #7f6000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>(...) où certains ont du fric, des cigarettes, des gâteaux et où les autres doivent mendier (...)</b></span></div><b>Tanja Nijmeijer</b>, <i>Libération </i>du 17 septembre 2007.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Envoyé le 06 septembre 2010</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TIjMIsJ42cI/AAAAAAAAFpo/NU44biQluOU/s1600/Antonia+Neyrins+06.09.10+%282%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TIjMIsJ42cI/AAAAAAAAFpo/NU44biQluOU/s320/Antonia+Neyrins+06.09.10+%282%29.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #783f04; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>(...) ce n'est pas la mer qu'on voit, c'est une publicité pour la mer ou pour un déodorant.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Serge Daney</b>,<i> Cahiers Art et Société, 1992.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Envoyé le 06 septembre 2010</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TIjLYZTiT3I/AAAAAAAAFpg/fMlNAGVUhl4/s1600/Antonia+Neyrins+06.09.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TIjLYZTiT3I/AAAAAAAAFpg/fMlNAGVUhl4/s320/Antonia+Neyrins+06.09.10.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-308652395043455011?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-69337047817919157912010-09-04T15:47:00.002+02:002010-10-03T21:39:56.644+02:00<div style="color: #b45f06;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;"><b>La sérénité est comme l'oiseau : si tu la laisses s'envoler tu auras du mal à la rattraper.</b></span></div><div style="color: #b45f06;"><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><b>Alexandre Amoux</b></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 21 septembre 2010</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TKjaakD7ulI/AAAAAAAAFzU/1IhyBq7Hrbg/s1600/Carole+et+Damien+21.09.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="160" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TKjaakD7ulI/AAAAAAAAFzU/1IhyBq7Hrbg/s320/Carole+et+Damien+21.09.10.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></div><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Si le merle se mettait / A coasser / La grenouille à siffler / Le mur à gazouiller / Saurais-tu sur le champ / Retrouver ton logis?</b></span></div><b>Guillevic </b><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Reçu le 24 août 2010</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TIJM4NnPowI/AAAAAAAAFcI/-W4I9SJ2TsU/s1600/Carole+Beaumont+Epinette+et+Damien+Laffargue+24.08.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfzqjyVPZ9s/TIJM4NnPowI/AAAAAAAAFcI/-W4I9SJ2TsU/s320/Carole+Beaumont+Epinette+et+Damien+Laffargue+24.08.10.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057117327549085277-6933704781791915791?l=artpostalement.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jackyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02388843385279687235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057117327549085277.post-88075772447493852302010-08-04T22:43:00.062+02:002012-01-30T10:52:55.503+01:00<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: left;"><div style="color: #666666; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="color: #990000; text-align: left;"><div style="color: #674ea7; text-align: left;"><div style="color: #783f04; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div align="left" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span id="sasText" style="left: -9999px; position: fixed; top: 0px;">Chez les <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=pauvres">pauvres</a> gens plus qu'<a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=ailleurs">ailleurs</a>, on <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=trouve">trouve</a> de ces <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=devouements">dévouements</a> <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=absolus">absolus</a> et <a class="lienmot" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation.php?mot=spontanes">spontanés</a>.</span><span id="sasText" style="left: -9999px; position: fixed; top: 0px;"> </span><span id="sasText" style="left: -9999px; position: fixed; top: 0px;"><a class="lv8bk" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/reference_citation/78468/Aziyade_1879_.php"><span style="color: black;">Aziyadé (1879)</span></a></span><span id="sasText" style="left: -9999px; position: fixed; top: 0px;">&nbsp; </span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;</span></span></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Reçu le 28.12.2012 </span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cdefo78Ab3A/TyZnxwapMRI/AAAAAAAAHyw/NCCEPvs459M/s1600/Guido+Vermeulen+28.12.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="159" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cdefo78Ab3A/TyZnxwapMRI/AAAAAAAAHyw/NCCEPvs459M/s320/Guido+Vermeulen+28.12.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><b>Le formidable char fulgurant de l´apocalypse.</b></span><br /><span style="color: black;"><b>Victor-Hugo</b>, <i>Les Misérables, 1862</i>.</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span id="sasText" style="left: -9999px; position: fixed; top: 0px;"><span style="color: black;"> </span><a class="lv8bk" href="http://www.dicocitations.com/auteur/4811/Louis_Marie_Julien_Viaud_dit_Pierre_Loti.php"><span style="color: black;">Citations de Louis Marie Julien Viaud, dit Pierre Loti</span></a></span><span style="color: black;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 01 décembre 2011</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6C4Q6V4OiHs/TuewGAkFOxI/AAAAAAAAHlA/fySzEW7saP0/s1600/Guido+Vermeulen+01.12.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6C4Q6V4OiHs/TuewGAkFOxI/AAAAAAAAHlA/fySzEW7saP0/s320/Guido+Vermeulen+01.12.11.jpg" width="156" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #134f5c;"><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span><br />&nbsp;</span></span></span></div><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #134f5c;"><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #134f5c;">Adam et Eve furent punis d'être végétariens. Ils auraient dû manger le serpent.</span> &nbsp; </b><span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Robert Sabatier </b></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 16 novembre 2011</span></span><b><span style="color: #76a5af;"><br /></span></b></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4vDru6Mn2C8/TsQEfyfRnhI/AAAAAAAAHac/J2fDiJuvqOI/s1600/Guido+Vermeulen+2011+11+16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4vDru6Mn2C8/TsQEfyfRnhI/AAAAAAAAHac/J2fDiJuvqOI/s320/Guido+Vermeulen+2011+11+16.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #76a5af;">Directeur pompes funèbres cherche personnel ayant le sens de l'humour, connaissant</span> <span style="color: #76a5af;">particulièrement la mise en boîte.</span></b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><b>Pierre Dac</b><i>, L'Os à moelle. </i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;Envoyé le 07 novembre 2011</span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OcBAkt4y-yU/Trr4bUh0BpI/AAAAAAAAHW4/bTjRW9CBXlE/s1600/Guido+Vermeulen+07.11.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="159" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OcBAkt4y-yU/Trr4bUh0BpI/AAAAAAAAHW4/bTjRW9CBXlE/s320/Guido+Vermeulen+07.11.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;</span><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></div><br /><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><b>Que de gens ont voulu se suicider, et se sont contentés de déchirer leur photographie!</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Jules Renard</span></b><i><span style="font-size: small;">, Journal, 29 décembre 1889.</span></i><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b><span style="color: #999999; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"> Reçu le 04 novembre 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--aS_JTIsEXk/TrUyzTFd2xI/AAAAAAAAHRg/LlNuj09Amx4/s1600/Guido+Vermeleulen+04+11+2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="222" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--aS_JTIsEXk/TrUyzTFd2xI/AAAAAAAAHRg/LlNuj09Amx4/s320/Guido+Vermeleulen+04+11+2011.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;</span><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #999999; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></span></span></div><br /><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #999999; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Cette nudité, ce déshabillage de tout ce que lui avait apporté sa vie, sa vie heureuse, elle l'acceptait.</b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #999999; font-size: small;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><b>Jean Giraudoux</b><i>, Aventures de Jérôme Bardini, 1930. </i></span></span></span></div><div style="color: #999999; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Envoyé le 10 octobre 2011</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jU7F-XUMtDw/TqMa4VD0f2I/AAAAAAAAHLk/jUC-Ry3vNBc/s1600/Guido+Vermeulen+10.10.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jU7F-XUMtDw/TqMa4VD0f2I/AAAAAAAAHLk/jUC-Ry3vNBc/s320/Guido+Vermeulen+10.10.11.jpg" width="157" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l´image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><br /><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><b>Le con croit au progrès, à l´exemplarité des vedettes et aux discours des hommes politiques.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Carl Aderhold</b>, <i>Mort aux cons, 2007.</i></span></div><br /><span style="color: black;">Recu le 13 septembre 2011</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="color: #666666; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HUOlNox9jdo/ToSvD_3w-dI/AAAAAAAAHEE/GFriKEhPf24/s1600/Guido+Vermeulen+13.09.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="219" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HUOlNox9jdo/ToSvD_3w-dI/AAAAAAAAHEE/GFriKEhPf24/s320/Guido+Vermeulen+13.09.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><b><span style="font-size: large;">L'érotisme est l'approbation de la vie jusque dans la mort.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="color: black;">Georges Bataille</span></span></b><i><span style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="color: black;">, La Littérature et le Mal, 1957.</span></span></i></span><b><span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><b><span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;">&nbsp;</span></b><span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 16 août 2011</span></span><b><span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dbVSWausSyI/TnJ3x2siS1I/AAAAAAAAG_s/Y32UPCDfego/s1600/Guido+Vermeulen+16.08.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="156" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dbVSWausSyI/TnJ3x2siS1I/AAAAAAAAG_s/Y32UPCDfego/s320/Guido+Vermeulen+16.08.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l´image</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #bf9000; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><span style="color: black;"><b><span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;">Vous êtes des paysans, des violents, des sauvages, des Bonnets Rouges</span></b>.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Pierre Jakez Hélias</b>, <i>Le Cheval d´orgueil, 1976.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Recu le 30 juillet 2011</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mlp7kmwigak/TjvZc9zHt7I/AAAAAAAAG78/3_yRMfJvsOM/s1600/Guido+Vermeulenf+30.07.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="236" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mlp7kmwigak/TjvZc9zHt7I/AAAAAAAAG78/3_yRMfJvsOM/s320/Guido+Vermeulenf+30.07.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div align="center" style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Les forets précèdent les hommes, les déserts les suivent.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;">Chateaubriand</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 21 juillet 2011</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5qEszkiWIS8/Ti1K1-3axEI/AAAAAAAAG6c/sDv3pQuiSuU/s1600/Guido+Vermeulen+21.07.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5qEszkiWIS8/Ti1K1-3axEI/AAAAAAAAG6c/sDv3pQuiSuU/s320/Guido+Vermeulen+21.07.11.jpg" width="159" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;"><b>La musique - C´est la représentation sonore, simultanée du sentiment de mouvement et du mouvement du sentiment.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><b>M.Aguéev</b>, <i>Roman avec cocaine</i>.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="color: black;">Recu le 18 juillet 2011</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xmBc9i6j3eY/TiQFptvsmFI/AAAAAAAAG5g/yDQ80KEnH0I/s1600/Guido+Vermeulen+18.07.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="154" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xmBc9i6j3eY/TiQFptvsmFI/AAAAAAAAG5g/yDQ80KEnH0I/s320/Guido+Vermeulen+18.07.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div align="center" style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Collage de Guido</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black;">"Le Massacre de la femme blanche"</span></b></div><div align="center" style="text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wrmevxrvk1k/TiQE3ho3x6I/AAAAAAAAG5c/1RE6kzmdw0I/s1600/Guido+Vermeulen+18.07.11_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="156" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wrmevxrvk1k/TiQE3ho3x6I/AAAAAAAAG5c/1RE6kzmdw0I/s320/Guido+Vermeulen+18.07.11_0001.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span id="sasText" style="left: -9999px; position: fixed; top: 0px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span id="sasText" style="left: -9999px; position: fixed; top: 0px;">Source : <a href="http://www.dicocitations.com/citation/pauvres/1/125.php">Citation pauvres - Citations sur pauvres - Dicocitations ™</a> - <a href="http://www.dicocitations.com/">citation</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="color: black; text-align: left;"><div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="color: #b45f06; text-align: left;"><div style="color: #741b47; text-align: left;"><div style="color: #134f5c; text-align: left;"><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Le chauffeur est, de loin, la partie la plus dangereuse de l'automobile.</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="color: black;">Léo Campion</b></span><b>&nbsp;</b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">Envoyé le 06 juillet 2011</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y-7Gq_APUMI/ThgnDuIvfnI/AAAAAAAAG1o/qyqzZLKQnZs/s1600/Guido+Vermeulen+06.07.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="160" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y-7Gq_APUMI/ThgnDuIvfnI/AAAAAAAAG1o/qyqzZLKQnZs/s320/Guido+Vermeulen+06.07.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>L'art abstrait a fait éclater la peinture (...)</b></span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="color: black;">Serge Gainsbourg</b><i><span style="color: black;">, Pensées, provocs et autres volutes, 2006.&nbsp;</span></i></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Reçu le 25 juin 2011</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fTP4BTn1MJ4/ThMlxH703PI/AAAAAAAAGxc/uHJw4IsBGYU/s1600/Guido+Vermeulen+25.06.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="158" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fTP4BTn1MJ4/ThMlxH703PI/AAAAAAAAGxc/uHJw4IsBGYU/s320/Guido+Vermeulen+25.06.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Quelle chimère est-ce donc que l'homme? Quelle nouveauté, quel monstre, quel chaos, quel sujet de contradiction, quel prodige!</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="color: black;">Blaise Pascal</b><i><span style="color: black;">, Pensées, 1670.&nbsp;</span></i></span><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">&nbsp;Envoyé le 14 juin 2011</span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VYoXspE8p4U/ThFt-CH1FHI/AAAAAAAAGuo/4LCdrJQkog4/s1600/Guido+Vermeulen+14.06.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="160" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VYoXspE8p4U/ThFt-CH1FHI/AAAAAAAAGuo/4LCdrJQkog4/s320/Guido+Vermeulen+14.06.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;"><b>La vie est un jeu de cartes dont le coeur n'est jamais l'atout.</b></span><br /><b style="color: black;">Marcel Achard</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Reçu le 04 mai 2011 </span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9AN57Ujtjug/Tg8FbMGXjcI/AAAAAAAAGrA/b-NZO5UqiSs/s1600/Guido+Vermeulen+04.05.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9AN57Ujtjug/Tg8FbMGXjcI/AAAAAAAAGrA/b-NZO5UqiSs/s320/Guido+Vermeulen+04.05.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #4c1130;">Collage surréaliste de Guido&nbsp; </span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Reçu le 04 mai 2011 (2)</span></span><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gKLwyCqztsg/Tg8Esw-Hj9I/AAAAAAAAGq8/zWoE3PE4ONY/s1600/Guido+Vermeulen+04.05.11_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gKLwyCqztsg/Tg8Esw-Hj9I/AAAAAAAAGq8/zWoE3PE4ONY/s320/Guido+Vermeulen+04.05.11_0001.jpg" width="224" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pour agrandir, cliquez sur l'image</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Il n'existe que trois êtres respectables : le prêtre, le guerrier, le poète. Savoir tuer et créer.&nbsp;</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Charles Baudelaire</span></span></b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">, Journaux intimes, Mon coeur mis à nu, 1887.</span></span>&nbsp;</i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Envoyé le 25 avril 2011</span></span&