þÿ<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Strict//EN" "http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-strict.dtd"> <html xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"> <head> <meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html;charset=iso-8859-1" /> <meta name="generator" content="RapidWeaver" /> <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="../rw_common/themes/benchdesignfree/styles.css" /><link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="../rw_common/themes/benchdesignfree/css/sidebar/sidebar_right.css" /><link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="../rw_common/themes/benchdesignfree/css/colors/yellow.css" /><link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="../rw_common/themes/benchdesignfree/css/width/width_default.css" /><style type="text/css" media="all"></style><script type="text/javascript" src="../rw_common/themes/benchdesignfree/javascript.js"></script><script type="text/javascript" language="JavaScript"></script> <title>au jour le jour</title> </head> <body class="blog-archive-background"> <div class="blog-archive-headings-wrapper"> <div class="blog-archive-month">au jour le jour</div> <div class="blog-archive-link"><a href="../index.html">ACCUEIL</a></div> </div> <div class="blog-archive-entries-wrapper"> <div id="unique-entry-id-129" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">bient&ocirc;t 2011 !</div><div class="blog-entry-date">30/12/10 19:20<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="7a3ae523e56259779d6097b0955c2187-129.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#db0202;"><br /></span><span style="font:19px Georgia, serif; color:#000080;"><em>je vous souhaite &agrave; tous,<br /></em></span><span style="font:19px Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#ff0000;">&hearts;</span><span style="font:19px Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#000080;"> </span><span style="font:19px Georgia, serif; color:#000080;"><em>fid&egrave;les visiteurs </em></span><span style="font:19px Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#ff0000;">&hearts;</span><span style="font:19px Georgia, serif; color:#000080;"><em><br /> une bonne fin d'ann&eacute;e<br />et<br /><br /></em></span><span style="font:21px Georgia, serif; color:#000080;"><em>une nouvelle ann&eacute;e 2011<br />douce<br />chaude<br />et l&eacute;g&egrave;re<br /><br /></em></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="voeux2011Site" src="page0_blog_entry129_1.jpg"width="600" height="464"/> <span style="color:#000080;"><em>lp</em></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font:16px Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro, Osaka, MS PGothic, sans-serif; color:#ff0000;">&hearts; </span><span style="font-size:16px; color:#ff0000;"> </span><span style="font:16px Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro, Osaka, MS PGothic, sans-serif; color:#ff0000;">&hearts; </span><span style="font-size:16px; color:#ff0000;"> </span><span style="font:16px Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro, Osaka, MS PGothic, sans-serif; color:#ff0000;">&hearts; </span><span style="font-size:16px; color:#ff0000;"> </span><span style="font:16px Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro, Osaka, MS PGothic, sans-serif; color:#ff0000;">&hearts; </span><span style="font-size:16px; color:#ff0000;"> </span><span style="font:16px Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro, Osaka, MS PGothic, sans-serif; color:#ff0000;">&hearts;<br /><br /></span><br /></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-128" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">r&ecirc;ves de d&eacute;cembre</div><div class="blog-entry-date">09/12/10 18:10<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="dfc6a3885ccc91e23865c79ffa356cee-128.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><span style="font:12px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#800000;"><br /><br /></span> <img class="imageStyle" alt="rouge.or" src="page0_blog_entry128_1.jpg"width="250" height="202"/> <span style="color:#ffffff;">--</span> <span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#db0202;">d&eacute;cembre </span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">-</span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#db0202;"> de rouge d'or et de froid<br /></span><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#db0202;"><br />les sans-le-sou ne sont pas &agrave; la f&ecirc;te<br />la lune s'&eacute;clipse </span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#db0202;"> les r&ecirc;ves aussi<br />nous regardons la terre </span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">-</span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#db0202;"> la neige </span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">-</span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#db0202;"> le ciel gris<br />et tous les lumignons qui vacillent dans la nuit<br /><br />un enfant rit :<br /></span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#db0202;"><em>Grand-m&egrave;re </em></span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;"><em>-</em></span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#db0202;"><em> elle a des mains de sucre<br />et le canari de Boris se cache<br />dans son &eacute;charpe<br /><br /></em></span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#db0202;">c'est d&eacute;cembre<br />la lune est un lapin et les enfants accrochent au sapin<br />les songes bleus que l'on croyait perdus<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"> ----------------</span> <img class="imageStyle" alt="bleu.lapin" src="page0_blog_entry128_2.jpg"width="350" height="207"/><br /><br /><br /></p><p><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#db0202;"><em><br />&copy; lucie petit - in&eacute;dit - 7 d&eacute;c. 2010</em></span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#db0202;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#db0202;"><br /><br /></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-126" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">nostalgie d'automne</div><div class="blog-entry-date">02/11/10 10:06<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="c433a772f7db2b875125c64853406998-126.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><span style="font:12px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#868701;"><br /><br /><br /></span><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#513201;">la nostalgie craque sous la dent du vent<br />soleil et couleurs s'effacent &agrave; petites heures<br />dans la brume et la nuit<br /><br />tu t'entoures de musique </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#513201;">de mots </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#513201;">d'illusions<br />pour te r&eacute;chauffer<br />suivre &agrave; t&acirc;tons le chemin<br />o&ugrave; tu n'es que passant<br /><br />tu te dis </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;"><em>-</em></span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#513201;"><em>I am a poor lonesome cow-boy<br /></em></span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#513201;">tu souris &agrave; la m&eacute;sange </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#513201;">&agrave; la droiture des arbres<br />&agrave; l'odeur des champs retourn&eacute;s<br /><br />tu ne sais pas si quelqu'un t'attendra au printemps<br />pas m&ecirc;me un chien passant<br />mais le merle sifflera le soir en haut du cerisier<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="2060.brumeautomne" src="page0_blog_entry126_1.jpg"width="450" height="274"/><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#513201;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></p><p><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#513201;">&copy; </span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#513201;"><em>lucie petit - in&eacute;dit - novembre 2010<br /><br /><br /></em></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-124" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">automne</div><div class="blog-entry-date">04/10/10 16:11<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="30cb4df4b1d25a1c151d80ca1e84f6c8-124.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#a60101;"><br /></span></p><p><img class="imageStyle" alt="2020.marrons" src="page0_blog_entry124_1.jpg"width="293" height="300"/><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#a60101;"> <br /></span></p><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font:18px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#a52317;">Cheveux roux m&ecirc;l&eacute;s de perles<br />il glisse brume et marrons<br />au fond des poches<br /><br />Il largue les oiseaux frileux<br />sous une vol&eacute;e d'ors bruns<br />soutire la s&egrave;ve et le sang<br />pr&eacute;pare dans la pourriture<br />la mort lente de la lumi&egrave;re<br /><br /><br />Les arbres en procession<br />chuchoteront<br />leurs pri&egrave;res noires<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></p><p><span style="font:18px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#a52317;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font:13px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#a52317;">in </span><span style="font:13px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#a52317;"><em>le temps se brode au point de saison - </em></span><span style="font:13px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#a52317;">2001 </span><span style="font:13px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">-------------</span><span style="font:13px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#a52317;"> </span><img class="imageStyle" alt="2026.letemps" src="page0_blog_entry124_2.jpg"width="124" height="149"/><span style="font:13px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#a52317;"><br /></span><span style="font:18px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#a52317;"><br /></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#a52317;">&copy; </span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#a52317;"><em>lucie petit - </em></span><span style="font:18px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#a52317;"><br /></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-122" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">derni&egrave;re carte postale</div><div class="blog-entry-date">04/09/10 19:09<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="51918371e6bc5ea41e15e219396a39e0-122.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><br /> <span style="color:#ffffff;">-</span> <img class="imageStyle" alt="fleurs sechees" src="page0_blog_entry122_1.jpg"width="142" height="400"/> <span style="color:#ffffff;">-</span> <span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#970101;">l'&eacute;t&eacute; commence &agrave; s'&eacute;teindre </span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">---</span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#970101;"> c'est la rentr&eacute;e<br /></span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">----------------------</span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#970101;"> la rentr&eacute;e dans l'ordre </span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">---</span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#970101;"> on trace la routine<br /></span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">----------------------</span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#970101;"> on reprend place dans le man&egrave;ge du monde<br /><br /></span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">----------------------</span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#970101;"> d&eacute;j&agrave; la lumi&egrave;re change et le matin<br /></span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">----------------------</span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#970101;"> s'enchante de brume<br /></span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">----------------------</span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#970101;"> les animaux s'emmitouflent ou entament<br /></span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">----------------------</span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#970101;"> la route du Sud </span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#970101;"> les arbres ralentissent le pas<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">----------------------</span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#970101;">il y a dans l'air plus frais<br /></span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">----------------------</span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#970101;"> une imperceptible trace<br /></span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">----------------------</span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#970101;"> d'or et de bronze<br /><br /></span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">----------------------</span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#970101;"> et le velours d'un basson<br /></span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">----------------------</span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#970101;"> s'accorde en sourdine<br /></span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">----------------------</span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#970101;"> aux bouquets de fleurs s&eacute;ch&eacute;es</span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#a60101;"><br /><br /><br /></span><p style="text-align:center;" ><img class="imageStyle" alt="valises" src="page0_blog_entry122_2.jpg"width="300" height="291"/><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#a60101;"><br /></span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#a60101;"><br /><br /></span></p><p><span style="font:12px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#a60101;">&copy;</span><span style="font:12px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#a60101;"><em> lucie petit - in&eacute;dit - sept.2010</em></span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#a60101;"><br /></span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#a60101;"><br /></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-120" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">ao&ucirc;t</div><div class="blog-entry-date">08/08/10 17:04<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="d35a712a8337c8a17e9a321ff0260558-120.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"> ------</span><img class="imageStyle" alt="1627.ble" src="page0_blog_entry120_1.jpg"width="151" height="300"/><br /><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ce0404;"><br />l'&eacute;t&eacute; prend des allures de bourgeois cossu<br />ventre rebondi, il entasse, th&eacute;saurise<br />il assure sa descendance, pr&eacute;voit l'h&eacute;ritage<br /><br />sous ses verts assombris, il devient plus frileux<br />cherche en son miroir les premiers signes<br />du temps<br /><br />pour le petit peuple des champs<br />les jours de la peur et de la fuite sont arriv&eacute;s<br />les monstres sont l&acirc;ch&eacute;s dans un bruit d'enfer<br />les abris se font rares<br /><br />ne cr&eacute;ant que poussi&egrave;re<br />l'homme d&eacute;vore les kilom&egrave;tres<br />&agrave; la recherche de lui-m&ecirc;me<br />oubliant les scintillements d'&eacute;toiles<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="1184.fruitsete" src="page0_blog_entry120_2.jpg"width="299" height="186"/><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><p><span style="font-size:11px; color:#ce0404;"><em>&copy; lucie petit - in&eacute;dit - ao&ucirc;t 2010<br /><br /><br /></em></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-118" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">moisson d'&eacute;t&eacute;</div><div class="blog-entry-date">02/07/10 17:50<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="203c5357d22485c9161b962fed74e7c0-118.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"> --</span> <img class="imageStyle" alt="ete" src="page0_blog_entry118_1.jpg"width="150" height="156"/><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font:20px Georgia, serif; color:#e7ae10;">le paysage blond<br /><br />ploie innocemment<br /><br />sous la caresse<br /><br />d'un vent lumineux</span><span style="font:19px Georgia, serif; color:#e7ae10;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="1176.champete2.jpeg" src="page0_blog_entry118_2.jpg"width="349" height="217"/><span style="font:19px Georgia, serif; color:#e7ae10;"><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /></p><p><span style="font:12px Georgia, serif; color:#e7ae10;">&copy; lp - 1997 - in </span><span style="font:12px Georgia, serif; color:#e7ae10;"><em>Bo&icirc;te &agrave; Mots - 1998<br /><br /></em></span><span style="font:19px Georgia, serif; color:#e7ae10;"><br /></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-116" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">rouge d'&eacute;t&eacute;</div><div class="blog-entry-date">01/06/10 23:28<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="b8911cfeb5a9ae2e4a48bdbbcf306704-116.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><br /> <br /><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font:20px Georgia, serif; color:#f10b29;">l'&eacute;t&eacute; saute &agrave; la corde<br />au bas de l'escalier<br />les pots de g&eacute;raniums<br />jouent le rouge jusqu'au ciel<br /><br />une marche &agrave; l'endroit<br />une marche &agrave; l'envers<br />le premier qu'arrive en haut<br />choisira cerise ou fraise<br /><br />Juin passe au rouge<br />le merle se moque<br />dansons la carmagnole<br />dans la nuit la moins noire<br /><br />on se rencontrera<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="esc.geraniums" src="page0_blog_entry116_1.jpg"width="283" height="450"/><br />photo Boris Pasmonkov<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><p><span style="color:#dc2800;">&copy;</span><span style="font:12px Georgia, serif; color:#dc2800;"><em> lucie petit - in&eacute;dit - 1er juin 2010<br />le blog de </em></span><span style="font:12px Georgia, serif; color:#dc2800;"><em><a href="http://leseptiemesel.canalblog.com/" rel="self">Boris Pasmonkov</a></em></span><span style="font:12px Georgia, serif; color:#ea1c1c;"><em><br /><br /><br /></em></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-114" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">p&eacute;tales</div><div class="blog-entry-date">03/05/10 17:22<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="e355afc515821880a77c2eda860e1b66-114.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><span style="font:12px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#df62b8;"><br /></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"> --</span> <img class="imageStyle" alt="print.arbrefl" src="page0_blog_entry114_1.jpg"width="129" height="500"/> <span style="color:#ffffff;">-------------------------</span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#b06c92;"> le vent de mai</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#b06c92;"><br /></span><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#b06c92;">s'offre des ballets blancs et roses<br />en tourbillons fantasques<br /><br />dans les regards<br />les orpailleurs<br />font des trouvailles<br /><br />tout danse </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#b06c92;"> tout &eacute;tincelle<br />respire </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">-</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#b06c92;"> tendre printemps<br />mords le soleil &agrave; pleines dents<br /><br />les soucis vont refleurir<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="petalesC" src="page0_blog_entry114_2.jpg"width="400" height="301"/><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#b06c92;"><br /><br /><br /></span></p><p><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#b06c92;"><br /><br /><br />&copy; </span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#b06c92;"><em> lucie petit - in&eacute;dit - mai 2010 <br /><br /><br /></em></span></p><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#b06c92;"> </span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-112" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">Renouveau</div><div class="blog-entry-date">02/04/10 00:06<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="faa98af6233c9cf5e8c2001b3a2d3235-112.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><span style="font-size:16px; color:#3351cb;"><br /><br /></span><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font:17px Georgia, serif; color:#009349;">Avril &agrave; hue et &agrave; dia<br />ne sait s'il doit mettre une &eacute;charpe<br />ou un chapeau de paille.<br />Mais l'hiver se d&eacute;cide enfin &agrave; l&acirc;cher ses verts.<br /><br />Sonnez, Oiseaux<br />Grouillez, Grenouilles<br />Demain, ce sera f&ecirc;te en tous les nids de chocolat !<br /><br />Il nous faudra retourner &agrave; la source<br />pendre des rideaux frais<br />aux fen&ecirc;tres de nos yeux<br />et d&eacute;rouiller nos rires.</span><span style="font:16px Georgia, serif; color:#009349;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="0064.prunierprint" src="page0_blog_entry112_1.jpg"width="338" height="450"/><span style="font:16px Georgia, serif; color:#009349;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></p><p><span style="font:12px Georgia, serif; color:#009349;">&copy; </span><span style="font:12px Georgia, serif; color:#009349;"><em>lucie petit - in&eacute;dit - 1er avril 2010<br /><br /></em></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-110" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">Printemps</div><div class="blog-entry-date">02/03/10 18:19<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="a1a1369f1937134bd6fcfb36035eafca-110.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">------</span> <img class="imageStyle" alt="oeufsbleus" src="page0_blog_entry110_1.jpg"width="250" height="79"/><br /><br /><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font-size:16px; color:#3351cb;">mais qu'est-ce qu'il a, ce Printemps,<br />qui sort si vite ses fl&ucirc;tes <br />et ses grandes eaux<br />et sa bicyclette fleurie ?<br />c'est qu'il veut bient&ocirc;t nous pondre des &oelig;ufs<br />et fabriquer des sous-bois bleus !<br /><br />j'ai encore la rouille d'automne dans les os<br />la neige d'hiver sur la t&ecirc;te<br />&agrave; quel bois vais-je me r&eacute;chauffer les mains<br />quand mars fera la nique au soleil ?<br /><br />les m&eacute;sanges qui picorent au balcon<br />ne sont pas dupes<br />elles font toujours provisions<br />mais la lumi&egrave;re vole en t&ecirc;te.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="1068.jacinthe" src="page0_blog_entry110_2.jpg"width="350" height="262"/><br /><br /><br /></p><p><span style="font-size:10px; color:#3351cb;"><em>&copy; lucie petit - ind&eacute;dit - 1er mars 2010</em></span><span style="font-size:16px; color:#3351cb;"><br /><br /><br /></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-108" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">Po&egrave;me m&eacute;lancolique, juste pour aujourd'hui</div><div class="blog-entry-date">03/02/10 17:46<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="15c5d2b1edd437f50432af329e8b4b22-108.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><br /><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font:15px Georgia, serif; color:#002a55;">Aujourd'hui<br />la pluie flirtait avec la neige<br />le vent jouait dans son coin<br />les voitures &eacute;crasaient de leurs roues hargneuses<br />l'eau qui criait<br />elles se h&acirc;taient, bo&icirc;tes ferm&eacute;es<br />l'&oelig;il sur l'horloge<br /><br />les oiseaux enroul&eacute;s dans leurs plumes<br />&eacute;coutaient soupirer les arbres<br />les chats pensaient qu'ils n'avaient rien &agrave; faire dehors<br />quelque part, un perce-neige y croyait encore<br />mais sa m&egrave;re lui disait </span><span style="font:15px Georgia, serif; color:#002a55;"><em>n'oublie pas ton &eacute;charpe<br /></em></span><span style="font:15px Georgia, serif; color:#002a55;"><br />le froid maussade pin&ccedil;ait mes doigts &agrave; travers les gants<br />chez moi </span><span style="font:15px Georgia, serif; color:#002a55;"><em>mais &eacute;tait-ce chez moi ?<br /></em></span><span style="font:15px Georgia, serif; color:#002a55;">le rouge-gorge mettrait peut-&ecirc;tre une flamme orange au balcon<br />je laisserais les notes de Miles Davis emplir le silence<br />du bord de la nostalgie, je vous &eacute;crirais<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="Taniguchi.lhomme" src="page0_blog_entry108_1.jpg"width="392" height="373"/><br /><span style="font-size:11px; ">d'apr&egrave;s Taniguchi<br /><br /><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:11px; color:#002a55;"><em>&copy; lucie petit - ind&eacute;dit - 29 janvier 2010<br /><br /></em></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-106" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">l'horloge</div><div class="blog-entry-date">05/01/10 18:35<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="1e5041b6822a8a69b44ba910a6d94a7f-106.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><br /><img class="imageStyle" alt="carteNic.1" src="page0_blog_entry106_1.jpg"width="221" height="300"/><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">-----</span> n.haurez<span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#e60202;"><br /></span><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#e60202;">tic tac<br />un an est tomb&eacute; dans la flaque<br />noir miroir o&ugrave; je m'&eacute;gare<br /></span></p><p style="text-align:right;" ><br /></p><p style="text-align:center;" > <img class="imageStyle" alt="carteNic.2" src="page0_blog_entry106_2.jpg"width="105" height="150"/> <span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#e60202;"> tic<br />le c&oelig;ur me toque<br />les oiseaux font une clique sur la branche<br />mais ta musique est assourdie<br /><br /> </span><img class="imageStyle" alt="carteNic.3" src="page0_blog_entry106_3.jpg"width="113" height="150"/><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#e60202;"> tac<br />le piano verse du Bach<br />dans mon sac<br />j'oublie les claques<br /><br /></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="carteNic.2" src="page0_blog_entry106_4.jpg"width="105" height="150"/> <span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#e60202;">tic <br />une ann&eacute;e </span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">---</span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#e60202;"> un cycle<br />Atlantide </span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">---</span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#e60202;"> Atlantique<br />tout s'&eacute;clipse </span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">---</span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#e60202;"> tout rapplique<br /></span><br /><img class="imageStyle" alt="carteNic.3" src="page0_blog_entry106_5.jpg"width="113" height="150"/> <span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#e60202;">tac<br />le temps est une balan&ccedil;oire<br />ou un jeu de massacre<br />je demande tout &agrave; trac : m'aimes, toi ?<br /><br />tic tac<br />tout cela est loufoque<br />dit la vache m&eacute;lancolique<br />la vie n'est qu'un bric-&agrave;-brac<br /><br /></span></p><p><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#e60202;"><br />&copy; </span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#e60202;"><em>lucie Petit - in&eacute;dit - janv.10</em></span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#e60202;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#e60202;"><br /></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-104" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">Meilleurs V&oelig;ux </div><div class="blog-entry-date">28/12/09 22:10<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="471db1232924326b67ff905dc497d4ba-104.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ce0202;"><em><br /></em></span><span style="font:24px Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#d20617;"><em><br />Je vous souhaite d'avoir du temps,<br />Je vous souhaite &agrave; tous une ann&eacute;e<br /><br /></em></span><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font:42px Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight:bold; color:#d20617;">2010<br /></span><strong><img class="imageStyle" alt="voeux2010" src="page0_blog_entry104_1.jpg"width="411" height="560"/></strong><br /><br /><br /></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-103" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">d&eacute;cembre</div><div class="blog-entry-date">03/12/09 18:46<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="041718f87479ba5d009f253842158a8f-103.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><span style="font:12px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#e50202;"><br /></span><span style="color:#ffffff;">-----</span> <img class="imageStyle" alt="clown.tete" src="page0_blog_entry103_1.jpg"width="146" height="300"/><br /><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ce0202;">dans les poches de son manteau<br />un clown triste cache une ribambelle de Saints jubilatoires,<br />quelques flocons de neige,<br />des paillettes, des &eacute;toiles<br /><br />il nous fait nez et joues rouges comme son costume de f&ecirc;te<br />et le bout de son doigt magique<br />s'allume pour &eacute;clairer le jour noir<br /></span></p><p style="text-align:right;" ><img class="imageStyle" alt="bougies:neige" src="page0_blog_entry103_2.jpg"width="298" height="142"/> <span style="color:#ffffff;">---</span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ce0202;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ce0202;"><br /><br />moi, j'ai retourn&eacute; mon pardessus d'&eacute;t&eacute;<br />les fleurs &agrave; l'int&eacute;rieur<br />dans le dos, un oiseau bat des ailes<br />et j'&eacute;coute sous mon chapeau deux cerises<br />qui jouent du sifflet<br /><br />avec ou sans gants de laine floche, nous aurons les mains chaudes<br />d'avoir serr&eacute; les mains tendues<br /><br /><br /></span></p><p><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ce0202;">&copy; </span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ce0202;"><em>lucie petit - in&eacute;dit - d&eacute;c.09<br /><br /><br /></em></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-101" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">novembre</div><div class="blog-entry-date">05/11/09 17:34<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="718cebca709a24a09f612948b952ef48-101.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#5d002f;"><em><br /><br /></em></span><span style="font:16px Georgia, serif; color:#603100;">de chrysanth&egrave;me en chrysanth&egrave;me<br />novembre couvre les morts de feuilles<br />pour les prot&eacute;ger de l'oubli.<br /><br />d&eacute;j&agrave; la lumi&egrave;re s'&eacute;chappe.<br />le vent s'aiguise,<br />porte la peur dans les terres noires.<br /><br />il est temps<br />de faire provision de graisse et de grains<br />il est temps<br />de faire provision de certitudes<br />que nous invoquerons en dansant<br />autour de la flamme.<br /><br /><br />nu d&egrave;s le berceau, l'homme perdu<br />s'enveloppe de cartons<br />puis s'efface<br />en silence dans le gris de l'hiver.</span><span style="font:15px Georgia, serif; color:#603100;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="1394.feuillesaut" src="page0_blog_entry101_1.jpg"width="400" height="300"/><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#603100;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:10px; color:#603100;">&copy; l</span><span style="font-size:10px; color:#603100;"><em>ucie petit - in&eacute;dit - nov. 2009<br /><br /></em></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-99" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">octobre</div><div class="blog-entry-date">08/10/09 15:58<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="e0d14ccc4a94ed273a30a64cf28b73f1-99.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ab5701;"><em><br /><br /></em></span><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font:18px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#5d002f;">l'automne se frotte au ciel et aux arbres<br />les derni&egrave;res fleurs s'accordent en sourdine<br /><br />octobre danse d'un pied sur l'autre<br />assaisonnant de gris des papillons attard&eacute;s<br /><br />on entend davantage la fl&ucirc;te des m&eacute;sanges, tandis<br />que le basson des oies passe au-dessus des toits<br /><br />le signal est donn&eacute; : chaque esp&egrave;ce se construit un abri<br />survivra qui pourra<br /><br />mais le pacte est sign&eacute;.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="0899.oct" src="page0_blog_entry99_1.jpg"width="449" height="270"/><span style="font:18px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#5d002f;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></p><p><span style="font:12px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#5d002f;">&copy;</span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#5d002f;"><em> lucie petit - in&eacute;dit - oct.2009 </em></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-97" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">septembre</div><div class="blog-entry-date">02/09/09 17:52<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="46a75b831985aa77525b56218497e09c-97.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><br /><br /><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ab5701;">des feuilles marchent d&eacute;j&agrave; &agrave; petits pas craquants<br />il y a des marrons qui s'enrhument<br /><br />les cartables se mettent &agrave; l'abri des &eacute;coles<br />&agrave; la r&eacute;cr&eacute;ation ils &eacute;changent pommes et prunes<br />contre des rires de sable<br />ou une odeur de paille entre deux pages<br /><br />la laine se serre au dos des moutons<br />le temps n'est plus &agrave; la d&eacute;sinvolture<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="mouton.Wolf" src="page0_blog_entry97_1.jpg"width="500" height="355"/><br /><span style="font-size:11px; ">Wolf <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></p><p><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ab5701;">&copy;</span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ab5701;"><em> lucie petit - in&eacute;dit - sept.2009<br /><br /><br /></em></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-95" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">plein &eacute;t&eacute;</div><div class="blog-entry-date">10/08/09 12:11<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="350ee4e96ad78506bd7ddc51e171be0b-95.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><br /><br /><img class="imageStyle" alt="1649.moisson" src="page0_blog_entry95_1.jpg"width="225" height="300"/> <br /><br /><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font:19px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#c67402;">les moissonneuses battaient de l'aile au loin<br />l'air embaumait </span><span style="font:19px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">-</span><span style="font:19px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#c67402;"> la nature<br />fructifiait en couleurs<br />comme nous </span><span style="font:19px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">-</span><span style="font:19px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#c67402;"> tout &eacute;tait &agrave; l'&acirc;ge<br />o&ugrave; on ne craint pas les orages<br /><br />bient&ocirc;t changerait le temps mais<br />nous avions b&acirc;ti des r&eacute;serves qui nous rendraient<br />invincibles<br /><br />sous la chaleur du jour </span><span style="font:19px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">-</span><span style="font:19px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#c67402;"> les poissons du bassin devisaient<br />en bulles </span><span style="font:19px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">-</span><span style="font:19px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#c67402;"> les oiseaux se taisaient<br />mille craqu&egrave;tements aga&ccedil;aient les oreilles du chat<br /><br />nous commencions &agrave; conjuguer au pr&eacute;sent<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="1638.poissons" src="page0_blog_entry95_2.jpg"width="300" height="225"/><span style="font:19px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#c67402;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></p><p><span style="font:12px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#c67402;">&copy; </span><span style="font:12px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#c67402;"><em>lucie petit - in&eacute;dit - ao&ucirc;t 2009<br /><br /><br /></em></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-93" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">petite annonce</div><div class="blog-entry-date">01/07/09 22:57<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="1aaccd9b6958cfc1db882abe9f2996bc-93.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><br /><p style="text-align:center;" ><br /><span style="font:20px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#4284a7;">hirondelle m&eacute;lomane<br />fatigu&eacute;e des voyages<br />cherche emploi clef de sol<br />dans partition<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="hirondelleRene" src="page0_blog_entry93_1.jpg"width="450" height="321"/><span style="font:13px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#4284a7;"><br /></span><span style="font:12px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#4284a7;">photo Ren&eacute; Wattiez</span><span style="font:13px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#4284a7;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font:13px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#4284a7;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />&copy;</span><span style="font:13px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#4284a7;"><em> lucie petit - ex Bo&icirc;te &agrave; mots - 1998<br /><br /><br /></em></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-91" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">bient&ocirc;t l'&eacute;t&eacute;</div><div class="blog-entry-date">01/06/09 15:27<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="0943b16e7336c53046d91c3bab62380f-91.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><br /><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#006030;">nous pensions &agrave; l'&eacute;t&eacute;<br />mais l'&eacute;t&eacute; ne donnait encore qu'une r&eacute;p&eacute;tition g&eacute;n&eacute;rale<br />l'orchestre &eacute;tait en place<br />avec fleurs </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#006030;"> oiseaux<br />et des verts</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;"> ---</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#006030;"> et des verts<br />aux percussions </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">-</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#006030;"> le ciel </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">-</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#006030;"> la pluie </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">-</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#006030;"> le tonnerre<br /><br />les freux commen&ccedil;aient &agrave; promener des cerises<br />les chats alternaient saut papillon et sieste ventre &agrave; l'air<br /><br />nous attendions<br />le parfum du tilleul dans la cour de l'&eacute;cole<br />le clignotement des vers luisants<br />les feux de joie pour la nuit la plus courte<br />ta main cherchait la mienne<br />nous nous taisions<br />guettant dans l'ombre<br />le chant du rossignol<br /><br />quelle part donner au d&eacute;sir </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">-</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#006030;"> &agrave; l'avenir </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">-</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#006030;"> aux souvenirs ?<br />quelle part donner aux feux allum&eacute;s de colline en colline ?<br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><img class="imageStyle" alt="0692.juin" src="page0_blog_entry91_1.jpg"width="400" height="300"/><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#006030;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></p><p><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#006030;">&copy; </span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#006030;"><em>lucie petit - in&eacute;dit - juin 09<br /><br /><br /></em></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-89" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">f&ecirc;te du saule</div><div class="blog-entry-date">06/05/09 22:35<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="946328954e608a4c5949c0fa4cc539e3-89.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><br /><br /><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font:18px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#90b548;">la rivi&egrave;re a coiff&eacute;<br />un n&eacute;nuphar jaune<br />et les poissons jubilent<br /><br />demain ce sera f&ecirc;te<br />au carnaval du saule<br /><br /><br /> </span><img class="imageStyle" alt="nenuphars.Mertens" src="page0_blog_entry89_1.jpg"width="237" height="354"/><br /><span style="font-size:11px; ">Dominique Mertens<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:11px; color:#90b548;">&copy; lp - texte cach&eacute; dans une </span><span style="font-size:11px; color:#90b548;"><em> Bo&icirc;te &agrave; Mots</em></span><span style="font-size:11px; color:#90b548;"> en 1999<br /><br /><br /></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-87" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">le sacre du printemps</div><div class="blog-entry-date">02/04/09 18:10<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="22e9467038e4b558502bb22351bdc234-87.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#71af24;"><em><br /></em></span><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font:17px Georgia, serif; color:#c019cd;">pour le sacre du printemps<br />avril ouvre son grand th&eacute;&acirc;tre<br /><br />il choisit costumes de fra&icirc;cheur<br />lumi&egrave;re et pointill&eacute; de fleurs<br />vend du vert en cascade au plus offrant<br /><br />&agrave; tous les &eacute;tages on entend appels et chants<br />on assiste &agrave; des sorties timides </span><span style="font:17px Georgia, serif; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font:17px Georgia, serif; color:#c019cd;"> des essais d'&eacute;clairage<br />parfums virides et bonbons acidul&eacute;s<br /> sont distribu&eacute;s<br />pour calmer les impatients<br /><br />le sang vif </span><span style="font:17px Georgia, serif; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font:17px Georgia, serif; color:#c019cd;"> on attend<br /></span><span style="font:17px Georgia, serif; color:#c019cd;"><em>mais quand - oui quand - l&egrave;vera-t-il ce rideau gris&acirc;tre ?<br /><br /><br /></em></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="0610.printemps" src="page0_blog_entry87_1.jpg"width="399" height="276"/><br /><br /><br /></p><p><span style="color:#c019cd;">&copy;</span><span style="font-size:11px; color:#c019cd;"><em> lucie petit - in&eacute;dit - 28 mars 2009<br /><br /><br />oui, d'accord, ici en Belgique, il semble que la repr&eacute;sentation ait commenc&eacute; ... mais peut-&ecirc;tre s'agit-il seulement de la g&eacute;n&eacute;rale ... ?<br /><br /><br /></em></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-85" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">mars qui rit</div><div class="blog-entry-date">03/03/09 10:53<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="c1b7241eb9f58acc625da711746df7a5-85.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><br /><br /><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#71af24;"> l'horloge du clocher effiloche le temps <br />par dessus les champs<br />les arbres r&ecirc;vent </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#71af24;"> la pie r&eacute;nove<br />le soleil lav&eacute; de frais entr'ouvre les fen&ecirc;tres<br /><br />la terre grasse </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">-</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#71af24;">ouverte au soc et au gel </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#71af24;">attend la semence<br />comme nous </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">-</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#71af24;">elle imagine un d&eacute;part<br />un d&eacute;luge de couleurs et de notes<br />avec la seule violence de cette pouss&eacute;e de vie<br /><br />je regarde le ciel changeant </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">-</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#71af24;">je te regarde rire<br />me revient alors :<br /></span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#71af24;"><em>Mars qui rit malgr&eacute; les averses ...<br /></em></span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#71af24;">bulle d'enfance<br />papillon de m&eacute;moire qui vol&egrave;te au dessus des crocus<br /><br />et soudain les vieilles angoisses<br />les poussi&egrave;res </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">-</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#71af24;">sont balay&eacute;es<br />ma vie brille comme un sou neuf dans le creux de ta main<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="1471.terre.print" src="page0_blog_entry85_1.jpg"width="400" height="300"/><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><p><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#71af24;"><em>&copy; lucie petit - in&eacute;dit - mars 2009<br /><br />la citation vient d'un po&egrave;me de Th&eacute;ophile Gautier<br /><br /><br /></em></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-83" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">poudre de neige</div><div class="blog-entry-date">03/02/09 15:25<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="c18180a7d20a9e2b25b8edb2b5da81f3-83.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><br /><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#6f5b38;">je regarde la neige dans le jardin<br />le chat assis guette la sortie d'une souris<br />sous l'&oelig;il agac&eacute; d'une pie<br /><br />f&eacute;vrier pince les l&egrave;vres<br />ne peut emp&ecirc;cher les vibrations <br />entre les bavardages d'oiseaux<br />les craquements de jointures dans les arbres<br />les t&ecirc;tes de bourgeons gluants<br /><br />un perce-neige affiche sa gr&acirc;ce<br />son ent&ecirc;tement &agrave; peine audible<br />ainsi va l'amiti&eacute;, petite laine <br />dans tous les temps du c&oelig;ur<br /><br />t'en souviendras-tu quand<br />tu donneras tes soins aux roses de l'&eacute;t&eacute; ?<br /><br /><br /></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="004 perce-neige" src="page0_blog_entry83_1.jpg"width="263" height="400"/><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><p><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#6f5b38;"><em>texte in&eacute;dit de lucie Petit &copy; - f&eacute;vr. 2009<br />cr&eacute;dit photographique : </em></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#6f5b38;"><em><a href="http://haikudusilence.skynetblogs.be/" rel="self"> mop</a></em></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#6f5b38;"><em><a href="http://haikudusilence.skynetblogs.be/" rel="self"><br /></a></em></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#6f5b38;"><em><br /><br /></em></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-81" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">le silence de janvier</div><div class="blog-entry-date">04/01/09 12:33<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="2ebaf4547185c885b134cdd45675d4f5-81.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font-size:16px; color:#316401;"><em><br /><br /></em></span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#041a63;">nous nous promenions dans les champs gel&eacute;s.<br />apr&egrave;s la fr&eacute;n&eacute;sie des F&ecirc;tes, le silence nous ber&ccedil;ait.<br /><br />sous nos pieds, janvier ouvrait le chemin de l'ann&eacute;e,<br />charg&eacute; d'hiver, lourd de promesses &agrave; tenir,<br />de devoirs, d'illusions en ruine.<br />ce temps marchait &agrave; pas tra&icirc;nants dans ces jours encore noirs.<br />son manteau gris bord&eacute; de neige<br />abritait sans doute une sourde pouss&eacute;e de vie<br />mais il se taisait.<br /><br />je sentais ta main presser mes doigts<br />on entendait un appel d'oiseau<br />un fr&eacute;missement sous le gel semblait r&eacute;pondre<br />innocent comme un sourire de nouveau-n&eacute;.<br /><br />je cherchais ton regard mais tu n'&eacute;tais pas l&agrave;<br />mes doigts &eacute;taient dans ma poche.<br />je murmurais : </span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#041a63;"><em>janvier est solide.</em></span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#041a63;"><em><br /><br /><br /></em></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="0221.hiver" src="page0_blog_entry81_1.jpg"width="400" height="248"/><br /><br /><br /></p><p><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#041a63;"><em>&copy; lucie petit - in&eacute;dit - janv.09<br /><br /><br /></em></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-80" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">des souhaits pour l'an 9</div><div class="blog-entry-date">01/01/09 18:20<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="dbb2f6071d82558e47af3dade987cca8-80.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><br /><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ff4302;">&agrave; tous les visiteurs, &agrave; tous les amis, j'offre un sourire et les v&oelig;ux les plus fous.<br /></span><span style="font:14px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ff4302;"><br /></span><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font:47px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; font-weight:bold; color:#ff4302;">2009<br /></span><strong><img class="imageStyle" alt="voeux09" src="page0_blog_entry80_1.jpg"width="600" height="475"/></strong><br /><br /><br /><span style="font:19px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ff4302;">gardons des fen&ecirc;tres ouvertes<br />sur les jours clairs<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-78" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">annonces de No&euml;l</div><div class="blog-entry-date">24/12/08 17:49<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="79e1118bbaf8246f6067029b75bf6191-78.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><span style="font:10px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#670101;"><br /></span><span style="font:14px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#dc0202;">d&eacute;c. 2008 - petites annonces</span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#dc0202;"><br /></span><span style="font:13px Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro, Osaka, MS PGothic, sans-serif; color:#dc0202;"><br /></span><span style="font:13px Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro, Osaka, MS PGothic, sans-serif; color:#ffffff;">------</span><span style="font:13px Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro, Osaka, MS PGothic, sans-serif; color:#dc0202;">&hearts; </span><span style="font:13px Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro, Osaka, MS PGothic, sans-serif; color:#ffffff;">------</span><span style="font:13px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#dc0202;"> </span><span style="font:13px Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro, Osaka, MS PGothic, sans-serif; color:#dc0202;">&hearts; </span><span style="font:13px Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro, Osaka, MS PGothic, sans-serif; color:#ffffff;">------</span><span style="font:13px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#dc0202;"> </span><span style="font:13px Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro, Osaka, MS PGothic, sans-serif; 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color:#ffffff;"> ------</span><span style="font:13px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#dc0202;"> </span><span style="font:13px Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro, Osaka, MS PGothic, sans-serif; color:#dc0202;">&hearts; </span><span style="font:13px Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro, Osaka, MS PGothic, sans-serif; color:#ffffff;">------</span><span style="font:13px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#dc0202;"> </span><span style="font:13px Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro, Osaka, MS PGothic, sans-serif; color:#dc0202;">&hearts; </span><span style="font:13px Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro, Osaka, MS PGothic, sans-serif; color:#ffffff;">------</span><span style="font:13px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#dc0202;"> </span><span style="font:13px Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro, Osaka, MS PGothic, sans-serif; color:#dc0202;">&hearts; </span><span style="font:13px Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro, Osaka, MS PGothic, sans-serif; color:#ffffff;">------</span><span style="font:13px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#dc0202;"> </span><span style="font:13px Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro, Osaka, MS PGothic, sans-serif; color:#dc0202;">&hearts; </span><span style="font:13px Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro, Osaka, MS PGothic, sans-serif; color:#ffffff;">------</span><span style="font:13px Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro, Osaka, MS PGothic, sans-serif; color:#dc0202;"><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font:13px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#dc0202;"><br /><br /></span></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-77" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">instant pr&eacute;sent</div><div class="blog-entry-date">02/12/08 18:49<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="c87da0d79dcfeb98d15749b6e8c9dedc-77.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><br /><br /><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font-size:16px; color:#316401;">je regardais par la fen&ecirc;tre ce ciel<br />qui mangeait toute lumi&egrave;re<br />derri&egrave;re moi, tu ajustais une guirlande<br />&agrave; la radio, la voix de Louis Armstrong<br /><br />tu me demandais </span><span style="font-size:16px; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font-size:16px; color:#316401;"> </span><span style="font-size:16px; color:#316401;"><em>qu'est-ce qui te ferait plaisir<br />pour No&euml;l ?<br /></em></span><span style="font-size:16px; color:#316401;"><br />je pensais : dans une bo&icirc;te verte et rouge,<br />retrouver mon regard d'enfant,<br />juste dans l'&eacute;merveillement du pr&eacute;sent<br /><br />dehors, le ciel &eacute;tait au bord de la neige<br /><br />je me retournais<br />il y avait un bouquet de houx piquet&eacute; de rouge<br />une photo s&eacute;pia<br />j'esp&eacute;rais ton coup de t&eacute;l&eacute;phone<br />&agrave; la radio, Armstrong chantait<br /></span><span style="font-size:16px; color:#316401;"><em>what a wonderful world<br /><br /><br /><br /></em></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="decembre.regard" src="page0_blog_entry77_1.jpg"width="323" height="379"/><br /><br /><br /></p><p><span style="font:10px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#2f5f01;"><em>&copy; lucie petit - in&eacute;dit - d&eacute;c. 08<br /><br /><br /></em></span><span style="font-size:16px; color:#316401;"><em><br /></em></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-75" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">novembre</div><div class="blog-entry-date">02/11/08 12:56<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="dafa360ceff7be43e8d4ef739c3e98f8-75.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><br /><br /><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#600101;">novembre<br /><br /><br />sa grisaille mouill&eacute;e mange-lumi&egrave;re<br />ses pleurs en fleurs frissonnantes<br /><br />les arbres se rassemblent </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#600101;"> recroquevill&eacute;s sur une vie sourde<br />qu'ils prot&eacute;geront encore et encore<br />tout se resserre</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;"> --</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#600101;"> s'enferme<br />la fl&ucirc;te s'engourdit </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#600101;"> le violon s'endort<br /><br />tu &eacute;coutes la terre </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#600101;"> le doux battement d'une basse continue<br />tu pourrais te r&eacute;chauffer au loin<br />tu pourrais enfoncer ici tes racines et r&eacute;sister<br />quelqu'un sourit et dit : </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#600101;"><em>je t'ai apport&eacute; une &eacute;charpe<br /></em></span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#600101;">tu allumes une bougie<br />tu te dis </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#600101;"> le soleil n'est pas mort<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="1385.arbresAut" src="page0_blog_entry75_1.jpg"width="450" height="311"/><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><p><span style="font:10px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#600101;"><em>&copy; lucie petit - nov. 08 - in&eacute;dit<br /><br /><br /><br /></em></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-73" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">&Ocirc;</div><div class="blog-entry-date">02/10/08 17:29<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="28dabe00f6b58baa6d68c4a439e8ceb8-73.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><br /><br /><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#cf0202;">Octobre arrondit ses </span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">-</span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#cf0202;"> </span><span style="font:20px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; font-weight:bold; color:#cf0202;">O<br /></span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#cf0202;">comme son </span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">-</span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#cf0202;"> </span><span style="font:23px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; font-weight:bold; color:#cf0202;">8<br /></span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#cf0202;"><br />bedon d'une rondeur de pomme<br />rempli de fruits </span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#cf0202;"> feuillages rutilants<br />amoncellement d'ors et de roux<br />pied-de-nez aux pr&eacute;sages obscurs<br /><br />les migrateurs transigent avec le vent<br />les feuilles y trouvent la gr&acirc;ce<br />les coccinelles s'abritent et comptent leurs points<br /><br />l'&eacute;tang se resserre doucement sur ses arbres<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="1324.fruits.aut" src="page0_blog_entry73_1.jpg"width="400" height="300"/><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#cf0202;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></p><p><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#cf0202;"><em>&copy; lp - in&eacute;dit - oct. 2008 <br /><br /><br /></em></span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#cf0202;"> </span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-71" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">rentr&eacute;e</div><div class="blog-entry-date">02/09/08 22:36<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="e6676fa8632658eaca591ab44fd94d1c-71.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><span style="font-size:11px; color:#f57d02;"><em><br /><br /></em></span><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#c3a91b;">septembre </span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#c3a91b;"> cahiers neufs et crayons frais<br />prix de consolation pour libert&eacute; fan&eacute;e<br />r&ecirc;ves sous globe<br /><br />l'esprit farceur a perdu son latin<br />Pythagore m&acirc;chonne son crayon<br />Napol&eacute;on a mal au ventre<br /><br />d&eacute;j&agrave; une feuille brune fait des ronds dans l'air<br />se pose &agrave; c&ocirc;t&eacute; de l'ennui et b&acirc;ille<br />ce n'est que le commencement d'une fin<br /><br /><br /></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="1266.vign.angelot" src="page0_blog_entry71_1.jpg"width="239" height="338"/><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#c3a91b;"><br /></span><br /><br /><br /></p><p><span style="font-size:10px; color:#c3a91b;"><em>&copy; lp - in&eacute;dit - 2 sept. 2008</em></span><br /><br /><br /><br /></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-69" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">les fruits de l'&eacute;t&eacute;</div><div class="blog-entry-date">01/08/08 19:19<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="c9099ccbdb13b19af5ac27a46e74dd66-69.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><br /><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font-size:17px; color:#f57d02;">l'&eacute;t&eacute; se durcit<br />dissimule ses raideurs en soleil dru </span><span style="font-size:17px; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font-size:17px; color:#f57d02;"> orages<br />la nuit secoue son &eacute;dredon d'&eacute;toiles<br /><br />on feint de croire que les rires resteront sur les branches<br />on s'enivre de fruits </span><span style="font-size:17px; color:#ffffff;">-</span><span style="font-size:17px; color:#f57d02;"> de couleurs </span><span style="font-size:17px; color:#ffffff;">-</span><span style="font-size:17px; color:#f57d02;"> de chaleur<br />dans l'insouciance d'une apparente libert&eacute;<br />on ne sait pas qu'on pr&eacute;pare des barricades<br />contre les jours gris<br /><br />plus loin<br />le bl&eacute; blond attend d'&ecirc;tre coup&eacute;<br />offrant au vent son parfum de paix<br />et la sauvagerie d'un coquelicot<br />un enfant r&ecirc;ve :<br /></span><span style="font-size:17px; color:#f57d02;"><em>demain je cacherai la perdrix dans ma poche<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></em></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="1182.fruits" src="page0_blog_entry69_1.jpg"width="400" height="321"/><br /><br /><br /></p><p><span style="font-size:11px; color:#f57d02;"><em>&copy; lp - in&eacute;dit - 2008<br /><br /><br /><br /></em></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-67" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">&eacute;t&eacute; de juillet</div><div class="blog-entry-date">02/07/08 19:25<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="fb78e42fd3ef2ad7dabc61051134da86-67.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><br /><br /><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#d56c01;">l'&eacute;t&eacute; de juillet arbore sa jeunesse insouciante<br />convaincu d'&eacute;ternit&eacute;<br /><br />parfum du tilleul et boucles d'oreille cerises effac&eacute;s,<br />le foin s&eacute;chant rameute les rires d'enfance<br />les &eacute;pis commencent &agrave; gr&eacute;siller au soleil et<br />les fruits du march&eacute; prennent un accent du Sud<br /><br />les vacanciers font la queue sur les routes<br />&agrave; la recherche d'un paradis perdu<br />d'autres savent qu'il suffit parfois d'ouvrir les yeux<br /><br />c'est juillet c'est l'&eacute;t&eacute;<br />rien ne vient troubler l'eau fra&icirc;che<br />....<br />presque rien<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="1151.foin" src="page0_blog_entry67_1.jpg"width="240" height="180"/><img class="imageStyle" alt="1152.epeautre" src="page0_blog_entry67_2.jpg"width="240" height="180"/><br /><img class="imageStyle" alt="1153.coqu:epis" src="page0_blog_entry67_3.jpg"width="240" height="180"/><img class="imageStyle" alt="1154.ble" src="page0_blog_entry67_4.jpg"width="240" height="180"/><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><p><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#d56c01;"><em>&copy; lp - in&eacute;dit - 2008 <br /><br /><br /></em></span><br /></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-65" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">soir de juin</div><div class="blog-entry-date">01/06/08 12:14<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="7c92ae46c51429cb5643754e8812a1ec-65.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><br /><br /><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font-size:16px; color:#8a4a36;">soies moir&eacute;es<br />d'un ciel cr&eacute;pusculaire<br />le croissant de lune<br />cherche<br />le clocheton joufflu<br />palais des mille et une nuits<br /><br />le bouleau noir joue<br />les palmiers nonchalants<br />sous le vent sable chaud<br /><br />le r&ecirc;ve est &agrave; la fen&ecirc;tre<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:10px; color:#8a4a36;"><br /><br />&copy; lucie Petit - ex </span><span style="font-size:10px; color:#8a4a36;"><em> le Temps se brode au point de saison</em></span><span style="font-size:10px; color:#8a4a36;"><em> -</em></span><span style="font-size:10px; color:#8a4a36;"> 2001</span><span style="font-size:16px; color:#8a4a36;"><br /><br /><br /></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="0941.crepuscule" src="page0_blog_entry65_1.jpg"width="300" height="400"/><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><p><span style="font-size:10px; color:#8a4a36;"><br />note : je sais que l'image est floue .. la photo est prise au vol, sans pose, mais cela me donne des oiseaux de lumi&egrave;re .... <img class="blog-image-smiley" src="../rw_common/plugins/blog/smiley_smile.png" width="21" height="21" alt="Happy" border="0" /></span><span style="font-size:10px; color:#8a4a36;"><em><br /><br /><br /><br /></em></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-63" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">temps de mai</div><div class="blog-entry-date">01/05/08 23:29<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="4aaded3d5f6c1ee38d839a2cf57e9a59-63.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><p style="text-align:center;" ><br /><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#7c9047;">mai sonne faux comme un bourdon f&ecirc;l&eacute;<br />il met le bonheur en clochettes<br />le travail en cong&eacute;<br />le printemps aux saints de glace <br /><br />obstin&eacute;ment<br />nous guettons les hirondelles et le chant du coucou<br />habillons nos enfants de blanc<br />nous donnons raison aux pousses tendres</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#7c9047;"> &agrave; l'air large</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#7c9047;"> &agrave; l'envol<br /><br />obstin&eacute;ment<br />nous fermons les yeux sur le temps qui passe<br />nous attendons les cerises</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#7c9047;"> l'odeur du foin</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#7c9047;"> l'ombre du feuillage sur les pages d'un livre<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="cloches" src="page0_blog_entry63_1.jpg"width="450" height="288"/><br /><br /><br /></p><p><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#7c9047;">&copy; lp - in&eacute;dit - 2008<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-61" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">poisson d'avril</div><div class="blog-entry-date">02/04/08 19:57<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="fd0318f081261171003b0f90d3fc6a88-61.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><br /><br /><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font-size:16px; color:#86a843;">comme la truite </span><span style="font-size:16px; color:#ffffff;">-<br /></span><span style="font-size:16px; color:#86a843;">avril scintille vif-argent dans le bleu du ciel<br />ou noircit dans un trou d'ombre<br />le printemps frissonne entre les fleurs tenaces<br /><br />c'est maintenant qu'il faut prendre le temps d'&eacute;couter<br /><br />les &eacute;vasions commencent<br />les restes de l'hiver sont port&eacute;s au lavoir<br />chacun fourbit ses charmes pour tout recommencer<br />fen&ecirc;tres et visages ouverts au redoux<br />tout semble pr&ecirc;t &agrave; s'envoler<br /><br />suffirait-il d'y croire ?</span><span style="font-size:15px; color:#86a843;"><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:11px; color:#86a843;">&copy; lp - in&eacute;dit - 2008 <br /><br /><br /><br /></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="poissonJC" src="page0_blog_entry61_1.jpg"width="600" height="278"/><br /><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; ">gravure de</span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; "><a href="http://www.jeancoulon.be/" rel="self"> Jean Coulon</a></span><a href="http://www.jeancoulon.be/" rel="self"><br /></a><br /><br /><br /></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-59" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">un vieux dicton</div><div class="blog-entry-date">25/03/08 15:07<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="5856b1567d2358148997ac19a77ba232-59.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font:14px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#f5725d;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font:14px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#0076eb;">un vieux dicton dit : <br /><br />No&euml;l au balcon<br />P&acirc;ques au tison<br /><br /></span><span style="color:#ffffff;">----------</span><img class="imageStyle" alt="1065.lendemainPaques" src="page0_blog_entry59_1.jpg"width="499" height="343"/><br /><br /><span style="font:12px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#0076eb;">lendemain de P&acirc;ques, 7h30 du matin .... en Belgique, au centre<br /><br />si .. si .. c'est le printemps !<br /><br />mais c'est tellement beau ......<br /><br /><br /></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-57" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">le retour</div><div class="blog-entry-date">25/03/08 14:29<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="c55cb3802d896adef5c846a5af456e03-57.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><br /><p style="text-align:center;" ><img class="imageStyle" alt="1044.cielfevr" src="page0_blog_entry57_1.jpg"width="300" height="400"/><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font:14px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#f5725d;">me voici de retour<br />m&ecirc;me dans le ciel du web<br />il y a parfois des nuages<br /><br />mais aussi des &eacute;claircies<br /><br />et le printemps poursuit son ent&ecirc;tante pouss&eacute;e<br /><br />je d&eacute;pose une giboul&eacute;e<br />&agrave; la pointe d'un bourgeon<br /><br />le ciel tourne au bleu jacinthe<br /><br /><br />lp<br /><br /><br /></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-56" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">v&oelig;ux de f&eacute;vrier</div><div class="blog-entry-date">03/02/08 00:06<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="18f035a10c61fd7091c65bf5ebcdfa8f-56.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><br /><br /><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#99bf14;">chacun porte son sac de v&oelig;ux sur l'&eacute;paule<br />et f&eacute;vrier porte des v&oelig;ux de vert,<br />de chants d'oiseaux,<br />de surprises et de vie<br />dans un sac de blanc-neige ou de noir de nuages.<br /><br />les humains font comme si.<br />ils dansent sous les plumes, sonnent et carillonnent,<br />rient et mangent gras<br />pour oublier le maigre, pour oublier l'oubli, pour oublier le trou, pour oublier la mort.<br /><br />se couchent sur la terre noire<br />et pleurent en &eacute;coutant pousser les grains.<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#99bf14;">&copy; lp - in&eacute;dit - 2008<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="1036.fevr.marim" src="page0_blog_entry56_1.jpg"width="300" height="195"/><br /><br /><img class="imageStyle" alt="0221.fevr.givre" src="page0_blog_entry56_2.jpg"width="299" height="186"/><br /><br /><br /><br /></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-54" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">an nouveau</div><div class="blog-entry-date">06/01/08 16:45<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="4b31ea91ea6da8ecf491efc7f22bc284-54.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><br /><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000066;">les poches pleines de v&oelig;ux et de souhaits<br />que peut faire janvier<br />qui est si nu dans le temps ?<br /><br />seulement allumer un feu dans la chemin&eacute;e<br />leur r&eacute;chauffer les pieds<br />mettre dans leurs yeux quelques brins de lumi&egrave;re<br /><br />et attendre<br />comme nous<br />chaque matin<br />une surprise<br /><br /></span><span style="font:16px 'Lucida Grande', LucidaGrande, Verdana, sans-serif; color:#000066;">%Æ</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000066;"><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000066;">&copy; lp - in&eacute;dit - 2008<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="feu ouvert4" src="page0_blog_entry54_1.jpg"width="307" height="396"/><br /><br /><br /><br /></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-53" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">MEILLEURS V&OElig;UX !</div><div class="blog-entry-date">02/01/08 14:30<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="2f7e7878b2833c1ee460ea7831bb292e-53.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><br /><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#1d3b00;">&agrave; tous mes lecteurs, connus et inconnus, proches ou lointains, fid&egrave;les ou de passage ...<br /><br />je pr&eacute;sente mes meilleurs v&oelig;ux pour</span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">-------- </span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#1d3b00;"> </span><span style="font:38px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffd601;">2008<br /><br /></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"> ------</span><img class="imageStyle" alt="v&oelig;ux 2008" src="page0_blog_entry53_1.jpg"width="600" height="428"/><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-51" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">petites annonces de NO&Euml;L</div><div class="blog-entry-date">23/12/07 19:21<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="ded0483787779fd151ed6a249de36ce0-51.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><br /><span style="font:12px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; font-weight:bold; color:#e60202;">ANNONCE N&deg; 007<br /><br /></span><span style="font:12px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">---</span><span style="font:12px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; "> </span><img class="imageStyle" alt="PereNoel" src="page0_blog_entry51_1.jpg"width="400" height="320"/><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">--</span> <span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#e60202;">P&egrave;re No&euml;l<br /></span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#e60202;"> d&eacute;sireux compl&eacute;ter ses horaires<br /></span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#e60202;"> cherche emploi<br /></span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#e60202;"> cloche de P&acirc;ques<br /></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; font-weight:bold; color:#e60202;"><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font:12px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; font-weight:bold; color:#e60202;">ANNONCE N&deg;008<br /><br /></span><span style="font:14px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font:14px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#e60202;"> </span><span style="font:14px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; font-weight:bold; color:#e60202;">Loupiotte</span><span style="font:14px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#e60202;"> souhaite &agrave; ses lecteurs, proches et lointains,<br /></span><span style="font:14px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font:14px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; font-weight:bold; color:#e60202;"> des F&ecirc;tes de fin d'ann&eacute;e paisibles et sereines.</span><span style="font:14px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#e60202;"><br /></span><span style="font:14px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font:14px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#e60202;"> Elle ajoute un v&oelig;u personnel :<br /></span><span style="font:14px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font:14px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#e60202;"> que TOUS ses lecteurs laisse une trace de leur passage<br /></span><span style="font:14px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font:14px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#e60202;"> nom ou pseudo<br /></span><span style="font:14px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font:14px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#e60202;"> pays ou r&eacute;gion ou ville d'origine.<br /><br /></span><span style="font:14px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font:14px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#e60202;"> &ccedil;a me ferait tr&egrave;s plaisir</span><span style="font:14px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">----</span><span style="font:14px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#e60202;"> <img class="blog-image-smiley" src="../rw_common/plugins/blog/smiley_smile.png" width="21" height="21" alt="Happy" border="0" /><br /></span><span style="font:14px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font:14px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#e60202;"> merci d'avance et grosses bises<br /><br /><br /></span></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-50" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">d&eacute;cembre vert</div><div class="blog-entry-date">02/12/07 15:06<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="999a07d4b5efc669a81b6d7c325e7497-50.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><br /><br /><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#006401;">d&eacute;j&agrave; d&eacute;cembre qui &eacute;teint t&ocirc;t<br />le houx songe &agrave; l'immortalit&eacute;<br />il &eacute;pingle le vent </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">---</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#006401;"> le soleil </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">---</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#006401;">une goutte &agrave; chaque pointe<br />et le chant de la grive &agrave; ses fruits rouges<br />comme une f&ecirc;te de No&euml;l ourl&eacute;e de givre et de regrets<br />m&ecirc;me les voix pass&eacute;es que l'on ramasse houspillent encore nos doigts<br /><br />on allume des bougies </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">---</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#006401;">des bougies </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">---</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#006401;">des &eacute;toiles<br />des paillettes<br />quelqu'un dit : il fait chaud chez vous<br />et on ouvre la porte mais il n'y a personne</span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#006401;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font:27px Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#006401;">&<br /></span><span style="font:10px Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#006401;"><br /><br /><br />&copy; </span><span style="font:10px 'Lucida Grande', LucidaGrande, Verdana, sans-serif; color:#006401;">lp - in&eacute;dit - 2007<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="houx.Nath" src="page0_blog_entry50_1.jpg"width="399" height="352"/><br /><span style="font-size:10px; ">&copy; </span><span style="font-size:10px; "><a href="http://memoireduvent.canalblog.com/" rel="self">Nathalie</a></span><br /><br /><br /></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-48" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">matin d'automne</div><div class="blog-entry-date">02/11/07 15:45<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="429e45adc63279a4dcb7669f405e368f-48.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><br /><br /><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font:18px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#35a6c6;">la cath&eacute;drale ouvre ses rideaux<br />autel c&eacute;leste<br />rose et turquoise<br /><br />les arbres noirs se serrent<br />balancent en bruissant<br />leurs pri&egrave;res immenses<br />les oiseaux cherchent leurs rep&egrave;res<br /></span><br /><span style="font:18px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#35a6c6;">l'automne garde la foi</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#35a6c6;"><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#35a6c6;">&copy; lp - 2000 - in&eacute;dit</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img class="imageStyle" alt="arbreshiver" src="page0_blog_entry48_1.jpg"width="373" height="500"/><br /><span style="font-size:9px; "><em>d&eacute;tail photo</em></span><span style="font-size:9px; "><em><a href="http://www.philippon.ch/" rel="self"> A. Philippon</a></em></span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#35a6c6;"><br /></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#35a6c6;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-46" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">Flore et Pomone</div><div class="blog-entry-date">01/10/07 17:20<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="f0f981d22698325a25b81eb666f57868-46.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">---</span> <img class="imageStyle" alt="pommes3" src="page0_blog_entry46_1.jpg"width="187" height="120"/><span style="color:#ffffff;">----------------</span> <span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#b82430;">bateau<br /></span><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#b82430;">sur un oc&eacute;an vert<br />la haie sous le vent<br /><br />le verger pentu arbore<br />&agrave; ses mats roussis<br /><br />des lumignons gourmands<br />au go&ucirc;t de paradis<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><img class="imageStyle" alt="pommes2" src="page0_blog_entry46_2.jpg"width="271" height="300"/><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><p><span style="font-size:9px; color:#b82430;">&copy; lucie petit - 1997 - in&eacute;dit<br /><br /><br /></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-44" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">avant l'hiver</div><div class="blog-entry-date">01/09/07 23:55<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="8f3ecbb0515b9392fdf164cb302ef1c7-44.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><p style="text-align:center;" ><br /><br /><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#a77103;">amis n'oubliez pas la saison du retour<br />je ferai d'ici l&agrave; provision de bonheurs<br />et les alignerai sous l'auvent<br /><br />vous n'aurez qu'&agrave; les prendre en passant</span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#a77103;"><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font:10px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#a77103;">&copy; lp - 2000 - in&eacute;dit</span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#a77103;"><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#a77103;"><br /><br /></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="chalet.bois" src="page0_blog_entry44_1.jpg"width="314" height="400"/><br /><br /><br /><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#a77103;"><br /><br /></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-41" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">moissons</div><div class="blog-entry-date">01/08/07 19:15<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="1f2aacc53b2a1f0c6088747c7b63a1db-41.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font-size:11px; color:#800040;"><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#00005f;">la nuit bleue d'un ciel de bl&eacute; laisse tomber des brins d'&eacute;toiles<br />petite danse d'espoirs<br /><br />demain le soleil ravivera le parfum des moissons<br />le go&ucirc;t du grain<br />le chat ira guetter dans les chaumes<br /><br /></span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#00005f;"><em>o&ugrave; sont bleuets </em></span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;"><em>__</em></span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#00005f;"><em> huttes de paille ?<br />cheval tirant les charret&eacute;es bringuebalant dans les orni&egrave;res ?<br />vite </em></span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;"><em>_</em></span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#00005f;"><em> l'orage noir s'approche<br /><br /></em></span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#00005f;">l&agrave;-haut sur ta machine entends-tu mes souvenirs ?<br />peux-tu encore croire au bonheur dans ce vacarme qui t'enferme ?<br /><br />noire est la nuit<br />et les &eacute;toiles s'&eacute;crasent<br />un rideau de nuages efface la lune<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font:10px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#00005f;">&copy; lp - 2007 - in&eacute;dit<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="charreteeSKuratli.2" src="page0_blog_entry41_1.jpg"width="600" height="243"/><br /><span style="font-size:9px; ">d&eacute;tail d'une peinture de Susanna Kuratli<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#00005f;"><br /></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-39" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">soleil d'aube</div><div class="blog-entry-date">01/07/07 10:15<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="4f8908b2398dae4aee6f028f491e5de4-39.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">__</span> <img class="imageStyle" alt="soleild'aube" src="page0_blog_entry39_1.jpg"width="193" height="400"/> <span style="font:18px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#009802;"> une eau secr&egrave;te<br /></span><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font:18px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#009802;">su&ccedil;otte des galets<br /><br />regarde ....<br /><br />un elfe aux ailes bleues<br />lave ses draps de brume<br />au go&ucirc;t de menthe et d'ail sauvage<br /><br />&agrave; chaque pointe verte<br />sonne une goutte de ros&eacute;e<br /><br />comme les notes<br />au bout du piano<br /><br />tu sais<br />un doigt r&ecirc;veur<br /><br />touche </span><span style="font:18px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">___</span><span style="font:18px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#009802;"> apr&egrave;s </span><span style="font:18px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">___</span><span style="font:18px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#009802;"> touche<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#009802;">&copy; lp - 2002 - ex</span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#009802;"><em> </em></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#009802;"><em><a href="http://www.chemindemots.be/page4/files/d2ada0800fe9f3db6b4ac726423bcbcc-9.html" rel="self">Mezza voce</a></em></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#009802;"><em><br /><br /><br /></em></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#009802;"><br /></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-37" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">la pierre</div><div class="blog-entry-date">01/06/07 21:53<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="d4da3803bbe7fc39906ac61c004d5288-37.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><span style="font-size:11px; color:#55d3f0;"><br /></span><p style="text-align:center;" ><img class="imageStyle" alt="0687.pierre" src="page0_blog_entry37_1.jpg"width="300" height="266"/><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#464646;">au fond de la poche<br />un galet<br />noir<br />unique strie blanche<br /><br />lisse dans la paume<br />il garde la douceur<br />primordiale<br />de l'&oelig;uf<br /><br />un go&ucirc;t de m&eacute;moire<br />m&eacute;moire de sel<br />m&eacute;moire d'&eacute;cume<br />il sent l'algue<br />le poisson<br /><br />dans un silence aigu<br />il raconte des naufrages<br />des tr&eacute;sors<br />des c&oelig;lacanthes<br /><br />il chante la naissance du temps<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#464646;">&copy; lp - 1996 - in&eacute;dit<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#464646;"><br /></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-35" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">aube</div><div class="blog-entry-date">01/05/07 16:25<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="741925485ffb7b2ceb9921e7be49cdb4-35.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><p style="text-align:center;" ><br /><br /><span style="font:18px Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#55d3f0;"><em>&agrave; l'horizon de mon r&eacute;veil<br />une aube transparente<br /><br />bulle de verre<br />iris&eacute;e de douceur<br /><br /></em></span><span style="font:12px Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#55d3f0;"><br /></span><span style="font:11px Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#55d3f0;">&copy; lp - 1997</span><span style="font:12px Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#55d3f0;"><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font:18px Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#55d3f0;"><em><br /></em></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="aube-boite" src="page0_blog_entry35_1.jpg"width="133" height="135"/><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><p><span style="font-size:11px; color:#55d3f0;">texte et dessin ex </span><span style="font-size:11px; color:#55d3f0;"><em><a href="http://www.chemindemots.be/page4/files/c92e635a8be2976fbdeda76a1a323ff4-3.html" rel="self">bo&icirc;te &agrave; mots</a></em></span><span style="font-size:11px; color:#55d3f0;"><em> - 1999 - </em></span><span style="font-size:11px; color:#55d3f0;">&copy; lucie petit <br /><br /><br /></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-34" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">1er Mai</div><div class="blog-entry-date">01/05/07 15:55<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="1272839a810e62ae9fa608a209157b4d-34.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><br /><br /><img class="imageStyle" alt="muguet" src="page0_blog_entry34_1.jpg"width="150" height="107"/> <img class="imageStyle" alt="muguet" src="page0_blog_entry34_2.jpg"width="150" height="107"/><img class="imageStyle" alt="muguet" src="page0_blog_entry34_3.jpg"width="150" height="107"/><img class="imageStyle" alt="muguet" src="page0_blog_entry34_4.jpg"width="150" height="107"/><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">___</span><span style="font:14px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#038029;"> </span><span style="font:14px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#5c9704;">quelques clochettes de bonheur &agrave; tous ceux qui me lisent ........</span><span style="font:14px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#038029;"><br /><br /><br /></span></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-32" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">en avril ...</div><div class="blog-entry-date">01/04/07 22:06<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="5ce2e5b4508c01706453f58bca522049-32.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><br /><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#4b9901;"><br /></span><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#4b9901;">avril et ses &eacute;clats arrivera-t-il &agrave; distraire mon regard<br /> qui s'attarde aux restes d&eacute;compos&eacute;s des automnes ?<br />trop de saisons pass&eacute;es &eacute;touffent mes semis<br /> </span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">______</span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#4b9901;"> le jardin d'amiti&eacute; de jour en jour plus vide</span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;"> _</span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#4b9901;">ma seule fatigue ne les prot&egrave;ge plus<br />derri&egrave;re une fausse mort</span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;"> _</span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#4b9901;">o&ugrave; est la parole claire ?<br /> </span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">____</span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#4b9901;"> elle devrait s'inscrire dans la pierre<br /> </span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">__</span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#4b9901;"> dure </span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">__</span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#4b9901;"> coupante<br /> </span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">_____</span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#4b9901;"> le silence tra&icirc;ne trop longtemps une boue oppressante<br /><br />l'air frais des oc&eacute;ans passera-t-il dans mon ciel au retour des oiseaux ?<br /></span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#4b9901;"><br /></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#4b9901;"><br /></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#4b9901;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font:10px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#4b9901;">&copy; lp - 28 mars 2007</span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#4b9901;"><br /></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#4b9901;"><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><img class="imageStyle" alt="0595.ficaires" src="page0_blog_entry32_1.jpg"width="400" height="300"/><br /><span style="font-size:10px; ">&copy; lp - mars 2007<br /><br /><br /></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-30" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">bient&ocirc;t l'&eacute;quinoxe</div><div class="blog-entry-date">01/03/07 14:02<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="4d14f8dd5724b83d769bc7626fe34218-30.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><p style="text-align:center;" ><br /><br /><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#4e4ec5;">l'hiver n'a pas fini de pleurer<br />il a perdu son costume blanc &eacute;toil&eacute;<br />son grenier est plein de nuages maussades<br />il devra mettre de l'ordre avant d'aller dormir<br /><br />dans un remue-m&eacute;nage d'oiseaux<br />le printemps installe ses avant-postes<br /><br />quelqu'un a dit </span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">___</span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#4e4ec5;"><em>il a fait tellement doux ...<br />les pervenches n'ont pas ferm&eacute; l'&oelig;il<br /><br /><br /><br /></em></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#4e4ec5;"><em>&copy; </em></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#4e4ec5;">lp - 2007<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="mars3" src="page0_blog_entry30_1.jpg"width="223" height="386"/><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-28" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">r&eacute;veil</div><div class="blog-entry-date">01/02/07 17:01<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="fd9113f77f0c92ffa932f70cda64f7cf-28.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><p style="text-align:center;" ><br /><br /><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#a5a602;">f&eacute;vrier est encore prisonnier de l'hiver<br />mais les m&eacute;sanges tendent d&eacute;j&agrave; les draps propres<br />et le r&eacute;veil a sonn&eacute;<br />les racines s'&eacute;tirent, un lent chuchotement se propage<br />la F&ecirc;te se l&egrave;vera bient&ocirc;t<br /><br />un enfant rit : </span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#a5a602;"><em>ce matin, j'ai mis une &eacute;charpe aux crocus<br /><br /></em></span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#a5a602;">et les notes de son rire font frissonner l'&eacute;tang<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#a5a602;">&copy; lp - 2007</span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#a5a602;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><img class="imageStyle" alt="fl13.JpL" src="page0_blog_entry28_1.jpg"width="298" height="299"/><br /><span style="font-size:9px; ">&copy; JPL.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><br /></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-26" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">pluie sur la campagne</div><div class="blog-entry-date">02/01/07 23:10<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="cd85f225e1b39f16fc726c7016a35580-26.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><br /><br /><br /><p style="text-align:center;" ><img class="imageStyle" alt="fine.pluie" src="page0_blog_entry26_1.jpg"width="600" height="299"/><br /><br /><span style="font:10px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#4c4c4c;">&copy; Lucie Petit - 1998<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-24" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">MEILLEURS V&OElig;UX !</div><div class="blog-entry-date">01/01/07 11:06<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="1890ba228b6e5270d9ae91b39a76d6b1-24.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><span style="font:10px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ff6600;"><em><br /><br /></em></span> <img class="imageStyle" alt="oiseau.vol" src="page0_blog_entry24_1.jpg"width="200" height="167"/> <span style="color:#ffffff;">___________</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#366dc5;"> que </span><span style="font:20px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; font-weight:bold; color:#366dc5;">2007</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#366dc5;"> le laisse voler tr&egrave;s haut !<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-23" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">lumi&egrave;re d'hiver</div><div class="blog-entry-date">27/12/06 16:15<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="0f8f9d7fb4e7479a77582fc3b8eead70-23.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#dc0202;"><br /></span><span style="font:13px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ff9529;"><em>c'est le moment de le ressortir, celui-l&agrave; .... il a fait sinistre ici aujourd'hui.. et chez vous ?</em></span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ff9529;"><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><img class="imageStyle" alt="fee" src="page0_blog_entry23_1.jpg"width="138" height="137"/><br /><br /><span style="font:14px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ff6600;">je l&rsquo;ai trouv&eacute;e au fond d&rsquo;un placard,<br />personne ne l&rsquo;avait vue.<br />je l&rsquo;ai prise toute petite au creux de la main.<br /><br />c&rsquo;est vrai que les moutons sous le lit ont leurs manteaux de laine et que les araign&eacute;es ont tiss&eacute; de gris le plafond. <br />l&rsquo;&eacute;cran pleure ses larmes tous les jours.<br />la b&ecirc;tise cultive ses cailloux durs.<br /><br />mais quand j&rsquo;ai pos&eacute; la f&eacute;e-lumi&egrave;re tremblante au centre de la table,<br />des sourires se sont pench&eacute;s,<br />dans chaque prunelle son reflet a grandi.<br /><br />quelqu&rsquo;un a dit :<br /></span><span style="font:14px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">___</span><span style="font:14px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ff6600;">ce matin j&rsquo;ai vu une jacinthe bleue<br /></span><span style="font:14px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">___</span><span style="font:14px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ff6600;">qui pr&eacute;parait sa sortie.<br /><br />bousculant les cailloux, la source trouve toujours un oiseau.</span><span style="font:13px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ff6600;"><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font:10px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ff6600;"><em>&copy; Lucie Petit - 2005<br /><br /><br /><br /></em></span></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-22" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">BONNES F&Ecirc;TES !</div><div class="blog-entry-date">22/12/06 18:40<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="ced42d9332826c8d6887196f74b72f0e-22.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><br /><p style="text-align:center;" ><img class="imageStyle" alt="0562dec06" src="page0_blog_entry22_1.jpg"width="273" height="399"/><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#dc0202;">je souhaite des F&ecirc;tes paisibles<br /><br />&agrave;<br /><br />tous ceux qui me lisent.<br /><br />un sourire particulier aux tr&egrave;s lointains.<br /><br /><br />revenez tous en 2007.<br /><br />bises.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="houx.06" src="page0_blog_entry22_2.jpg"width="400" height="96"/><br /><br /><br /><span style="font:13px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#dc0202;"><em>lucie - loupiotte<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></em></span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#dc0202;"><br /><br /></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-21" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">journ&eacute;e grise</div><div class="blog-entry-date">03/12/06 15:24<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="ffdbc2c84935ce959f0411570604205e-21.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><br /><br /><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#994900;">d&eacute;cembre a des regrets d'automne<br />ceux qui se h&acirc;tent vers un no&euml;l &eacute;quivoque ont ferm&eacute; leur regard.<br /><br />aujourd'hui je vais voir dans quel sens souffle le vent.<br />il faut faire attention :<br />il passe des feuilles encore vivantes <br />qui se r&eacute;fugient dans les coins et prot&egrave;gent les h&eacute;rissons<br />mais la nuit ne laisse aucune chance &agrave; la lumi&egrave;re<br />la lutte sera dure et se prolongera au del&agrave;<br />du massacre des sapins<br />je l'aiderai avec quelques loupiotes<br />en sauvant les &eacute;toiles qui se noient dans les flaques.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#994900;">&copy; lp - 2006<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="0544.ciel3" src="page0_blog_entry21_1.jpg"width="400" height="300"/><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#994900;"><br /></span>lp<br /><br /><br /></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-19" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">mise &agrave; jour ...</div><div class="blog-entry-date">30/11/06 10:05<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="836af2bccc4634c7d6e4b310e4ed3aa2-19.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><br /><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#800040;">une mise &agrave; jour mal lun&eacute;e semble vouloir mettre au rencart pas mal de mes anciennes notes.<br /><br />je vous prie donc d'excuser la pr&eacute;sentation al&eacute;atoire de celles-ci. j'esp&egrave;re que les nouvelles ne subiront pas le m&ecirc;me sort.<br /><br />merci de revenir encore .....<br /><br /><br /></span></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-18" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">jour d'automne</div><div class="blog-entry-date">04/11/06 10:47<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="af234e436ad438da607d8dbacdd482fc-18.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#51a4d0;"><br /></span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#c38809;"><br />aujourd'hui, je pars avec le vent.<br />nous irons au bois cueillir les feuilles brunes.<br /><br />quand le vent parle mal, seuls les freux lui r&eacute;pondent.<br />les arbres font la sourde oreille.<br /><br />je ramasse les oiseaux tomb&eacute;s, doux et l&eacute;gers<br />comme un souffle chaud qui palpite.<br />mes mains se souviendront au plein c&oelig;ur de l'hiver.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#c38809;">&copy; lp - 2006<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="automne0190" src="page0_blog_entry18_1.jpg"width="400" height="300"/><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-16" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">un oiseau</div><div class="blog-entry-date">01/10/06 12:40<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="3a5031fc37fa83ed31e7c5b11d30b898-16.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><br /><br /><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="color:#ffffff;">______<br /></span><span style="font-size:16px; color:#4e9dc7;">l'oiseau</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#51a4d0;"><br />sur la plus haute montagne<br />ouvrit un large bec,<br />avala tous les bruits<br /><br />resta la soie du vent<br />le clapotis sur l'&eacute;tang<br />le souffle mat de la terre<br /><br />on entendit enfin la musique des c&oelig;urs<br /><br /></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="oiseau.lp" src="page0_blog_entry16_1.jpg"width="285" height="467"/><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#51a4d0;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#51a4d0;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font:12px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#51a4d0;">&copy; lp - 1996<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#51a4d0;"><br /></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-13" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">petite annonce</div><div class="blog-entry-date">02/09/06 19:14<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="3a9c8c3e55a34ca55a0bf2a8d8db50ef-13.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><p style="text-align:center;" ><br /><br /><img class="imageStyle" alt="p.annonce" src="page0_blog_entry13_1.jpg"width="600" height="299"/><br /><br /><br />&copy; lucie petit - ill. Nelly Avila<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-11" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">au jardin</div><div class="blog-entry-date">02/08/06 15:27<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="c2e4cdcf2251cc57802d0e3d145118ea-11.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><br /><img class="imageStyle" alt="rose.4" src="page0_blog_entry11_1.jpg"width="300" height="269"/> <span style="font:20px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; font-weight:bold; color:#408000;">ose blanche</span><span style="font:18px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; font-weight:bold; color:#408000;"><br /></span><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font:18px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; font-weight:bold; color:#408000;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#408000;">des p&eacute;tales nacr&eacute;s<br />sur la nappe trop blanche<br />&agrave; peine quelques perles<br />et un dernier parfum<br /><br />&eacute;coute ...<br /><br />montant du c&oelig;ur rose<br />le son d'une fl&ucirc;te<br />juste une goutte de citron<br />m&ecirc;l&eacute;e d'un peu de miel<br /> </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">_______________________________ </span><img class="imageStyle" alt="rose.3" src="page0_blog_entry11_2.jpg"width="100" height="69"/><span style="font:18px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; font-weight:bold; color:#408000;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font:12px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#408000;">&copy; lp - 2002</span><span style="color:#408000;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font:12px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#408000;">ex </span><span style="font:12px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#408000;"><a href="http://www.chemindemots.be/page4/files/category-5.html" rel="self"> </a></span><span style="font:12px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#408000;"><em><a href="http://www.chemindemots.be/page4/files/category-5.html" rel="self">Mezza Voce</a></em></span><br /></p><p style="text-align:right;" ><br /></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-9" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">jour de chaleur</div><div class="blog-entry-date">04/07/06 17:32<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="8991b9492264a803f81fe4f501743ac4-9.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><p style="text-align:center;" ><br /><br /><br /><img class="imageStyle" alt="Temps.ete.0340" src="page0_blog_entry9_1.jpg"width="400" height="253"/><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#da0202;">&copy; lp - 2001<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></p><p><span style="color:#da0202;">ex. </span><span style="color:#da0202;"><a href="http://www.chemindemots.be/page4/files/category-5.html" rel="self">le Temps se brode au point de saison</a></span><span style="color:#da0202;"><br /><br /></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-7" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">un jour de juin</div><div class="blog-entry-date">12/06/06 16:25<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="60885107e14b0a06d6c9efec2d3efaa7-7.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><p style="text-align:center;" ><br /><br /><br /><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#dc2e05;">l'arbre appelle les oiseaux<br />toutes ses cerises allum&eacute;es<br /><br />ailes bleues<br />croassements tomb&eacute;s dans l'herbe rouge<br /><br />&copy; </span><span style="font:12px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#dc2e05;"> lp. - 1998</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#dc2e05;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="arbre.boite2" src="page0_blog_entry7_1.jpg"width="634" height="60"/><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><p><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#dc2e05;">ex.</span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#dc2e05;"><a href="http://www.chemindemots.be/page4/files/category-5.html" rel="self"> Bo&icirc;tes &agrave; mots</a></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#dc2e05;"><br /><br /></span><br /></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-6" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">un matin</div><div class="blog-entry-date">17/05/06 10:02<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="b6e467e82b762d192d5c71ab866b739c-6.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><p style="text-align:center;" ><br /><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#a68cff;">rien qu'une larme roulant sur ta joue<br /><br />un mot tendre pour ton sourire<br />cette perle s'ajoute<br />au collier de ros&eacute;e<br />d'un matin<br />d'araign&eacute;e<br /><br /><br />&copy;</span><span style="font:12px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#a68cff;"> lp - 1997<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="t.araignee.myr" src="page0_blog_entry6_1.jpg"width="399" height="265"/><br />&copy; Myriade<br /><br /></p><p><br /><br />ex <a href="http://www.chemindemots.be/page4/page4.html" rel="self">Quelques mots ... presque rien</a><br /><br /></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-5" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">un autre jour</div><div class="blog-entry-date">17/04/06 00:34<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="b56fa02a27891824cfd11d6e569cdef1-5.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font-size:17px; color:#00a020;">on me dit : tu n'es qu'un brin d'herbe.</span><span style="color:#00a020;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:17px; color:#00a020;">oui............ mais, parfois, je montre les dents.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:14px; color:#00a020;">&copy; lp</span><span style="font-size:17px; color:#00a020;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:14px; color:#00a020;"><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><img class="imageStyle" alt="0" src="page0_blog_entry5_1.jpg"width="400" height="240"/><br />&copy; myriade<br /></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-2" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">un bon d&eacute;but ... ?</div><div class="blog-entry-date">25/03/06 10:49<span class="blog-entry-permalink">#¢<a href="1d05437a7da21894eaa5e326ca96ab7e-2.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font-size:14px; color:#ffc86b;"><em><br /></em></span><span style="font-size:19px; font-weight:bold; color:#ffc86b;"><em>aube<br /><br /></em></span><span style="font-size:19px; font-weight:bold; color:#ffc96b;"><em>la moindre poussi&egrave;re de lumi&egrave;re<br />&eacute;veille un chant d'oiseau</em></span><span style="font-size:15px; color:#ffc86b;"><em><br /><br /><br /></em></span><span style="font-size:15px; color:#ffc86b;">&copy; lp</span><span style="font-size:14px; color:#ffc86b;"><br /><br /></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="lever de soleil" src="page0_blog_entry2_1.jpg"width="399" height="282"/></p></div></div> </div> </body> </html>