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>mes cailloux</title> </head> <body class="blog-archive-background"> <div class="blog-archive-headings-wrapper"> <div class="blog-archive-month">mes cailloux</div> <div class="blog-archive-link"><a href="../page3.html">CHEMIN FAISANT </a></div> </div> <div class="blog-archive-entries-wrapper"> <div id="unique-entry-id-172" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">la nuit pleure</div><div class="blog-entry-date">29/07/10 18:13 <span class="blog-entry-permalink"> | <a href="5aa5791ec6d8d6e7216c655631325de1-172.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#002e5c;"><em><br /><br /></em></span> <span style="color:#ffffff;">---------</span> <img class="imageStyle" alt="P1020574" src="page3_blog_entry172_1.jpg"width="400" height="300"/><br /><br /><br /><br /><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font:18px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#686801;">accabl&eacute;e<br />la nuit pleure<br />&eacute;parpille ses mouchoirs de dentelle<br />que le matin compatissant<br />pique de perles<br />iris&eacute;es<br /><br /> <br /><br />force tranquille d'un enchanteur<br />face aux r&ecirc;ves malfaisants</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#686801;"><br /></span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#686801;"><br /></span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#686801;"><br /><br /></span></p><p><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#686801;"><br /><br />&copy;</span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#686801;"><em> lucie petit - in </em></span><span style="font:12px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#686801;">le Temps se brode au point de saison -</span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#686801;"><em> 2001</em></span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#686801;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:11px; "><br /></span><span style="font-size:11px; color:#686801;">&copy; amaryllis -</span><span style="font-size:11px; "> </span><span style="font-size:11px; "><a href="http://brisdemots-amaryllis.blogspot.com/" rel="self">bris de mots</a></span><span style="font-size:11px; "> </span><span style="font-size:11px; color:#686801;"> cr&eacute;dit photo</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#686801;"><br /><br /></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-169" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">les loups</div><div class="blog-entry-date">24/05/10 23:28 <span class="blog-entry-permalink"> | <a href="9229dbb323cd9e2553a2b2621487598a-169.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#91014a;"><em><br /></em></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"> ----------</span> <img class="imageStyle" alt="Kirkpatrick.loup" src="page3_blog_entry169_1.jpg"width="288" height="400"/><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"> ----------------</span><span style="font-size:10px; "> sculpture de Claire Kirkpatrick - 1989<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000051;">la nuit &eacute;tait sans lune et les loups &eacute;taient noirs </span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000051;"> noir aussi leur regard<br />j'accroche un lustre en cristal et cent &eacute;toiles brillent dans chaque prunelle<br />les loups se mettent &agrave; danser au son d'une valse viennoise </span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000051;">un sourire <br />d&eacute;couvre leurs dents blanches et les queues tourbillonnent dans la clairi&egrave;re<br />entra&icirc;nant un parfum sombre qui fait trembler les feuilles </span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000051;">des bulles de <br />champagne montent vers l'ombre o&ugrave; un hibou regarde et soupire<br /></span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000051;"><em>chaperon rouge s'esquive sur la pointe des pieds </em></span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;"><em>--</em></span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000051;"><em>elle pourra manger<br />son petit pot de beurre </em></span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;"><em>--</em></span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000051;"><em>r&ecirc;ver au prince charmant </em></span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;"><em>--</em></span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000051;"><em>la bobinette ne<br />cherra point cette nuit</em></span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000051;"><em><br /><br /><br /></em></span><span style="font:13px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000051;"><em>&copy; lucie petit -</em></span><span style="font:13px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000051;"> in</span><span style="font:13px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000051;"><em><a href="http://www.chemindemots.be/page4/files/729bb0a4821e7d1c7335bd917a8d275f-7.html" rel="self"> Mosa&iuml;ques</a></em></span><span style="font:13px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000051;"><em> - </em></span><span style="font:13px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000051;">&eacute;d.Alain Beno&icirc;t - 2001</span><span style="font:13px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000051;"><em><br /><br /><br /></em></span></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-159" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">la tour de garde</div><div class="blog-entry-date">29/09/09 12:53 <span class="blog-entry-permalink"> | <a href="0174623a3bf0b28a15c9d7163796ad2d-159.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><span style="font:12px Georgia, serif; color:#129ae9;"><em><br /><br /></em></span> <img class="imageStyle" alt="tulipesMosaiques" src="page3_blog_entry159_1.jpg"width="212" height="216"/><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font:18px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#281d4d;">la tour n'a pas pris garde </span><span style="font:18px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font:18px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#281d4d;"> elle a laiss&eacute; partir la chouette hulotte<br />qui sonne le tocsin &agrave; l'heure du m&eacute;dianoche </span><span style="font:18px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font:18px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#281d4d;"> un fant&ocirc;me farceur<br />a courb&eacute; les chandelles </span><span style="font:18px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font:18px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#281d4d;"> un frisson a saut&eacute; dans les verres </span><span style="font:18px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">-</span><span style="font:18px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#281d4d;"> s'est<br />gliss&eacute; un peu gris dans l'oreille du chien qui s'est mis &agrave; chanter<br />la duchesse essuie une larme </span><span style="font:18px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font:18px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#281d4d;"> son amant crie bravo et les fleurs<br />sur la table s'endorment </span><span style="font:18px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">---</span><span style="font:18px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#281d4d;"> une pinc&eacute;e de lune &eacute;claire le tableau<br /></span><p style="text-align:center;" ><img class="imageStyle" alt="luneMosaiques" src="page3_blog_entry159_2.jpg"width="106" height="106"/><span style="font:13px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#281d4d;"><br /></span><span style="font:13px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#281d4d;"><br /><br /></span></p><p><span style="font:13px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#281d4d;"><br /><br />extrait de</span><span style="font:13px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#281d4d;"><em> Mosa&iuml;ques - </em></span><span style="font:13px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#281d4d;">&eacute;d. Alain Lucien Beno&icirc;t - coll. Raffia - 2002<br /></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#281d4d;">&copy; Lucie Petit texte & illustrations<br /></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#281d4d;"><br /><br /></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-157" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">bleu</div><div class="blog-entry-date">14/08/09 15:40 <span class="blog-entry-permalink"> | <a href="27bab7a4bba6367f7cd9fba00758587f-157.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#dd5005;"><em><br /></em></span> <img class="imageStyle" alt="bleu.couv" src="page3_blog_entry157_1.jpg"width="220" height="300"/><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">----</span> ex 4 Couleurs - 1999<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font:18px Georgia, serif; color:#004f9e;"><em>bleu<br />myosotis de tes yeux<br />petites fleurs de sourire<br /></em></span><span style="font:18px Georgia, serif; color:#ffffff;"><em>----------------------------------------------</em></span><span style="font:18px Georgia, serif; color:#004f9e;"><em> pervenche<br /></em></span><span style="font:18px Georgia, serif; color:#ffffff;"><em>-------------------------------------</em></span><span style="font:18px Georgia, serif; color:#004f9e;"><em> h&eacute;lices &eacute;parpill&eacute;es<br /></em></span><span style="font:18px Georgia, serif; color:#ffffff;"><em>--------------------------</em></span><span style="font:18px Georgia, serif; color:#004f9e;"><em> au dernier souffle de l'hiver<br />bleu lavande<br />au parfum de dentelles<br /></em></span><span style="font:18px Georgia, serif; color:#ffffff;"><em>--------------------------------</em></span><span style="font:18px Georgia, serif; color:#004f9e;"><em> </em></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="bleu p.6" src="page3_blog_entry157_2.jpg"width="218" height="300"/><br /><span style="font:18px Georgia, serif; color:#004f9e;"><em>ciel bleu<br />vert transparent<br />d'une aube printani&egrave;re<br /><br />vert turquoise<br />sur le lit ocr&eacute; d'un soleil<br /><br /></em></span><span style="font:18px Georgia, serif; color:#ffffff;"><em>--------------------------------------</em></span><span style="font:18px Georgia, serif; color:#004f9e;"><em> bleu violet d'acier<br /></em></span><span style="font:18px Georgia, serif; color:#ffffff;"><em>------------------------------------</em></span><span style="font:18px Georgia, serif; color:#004f9e;"><em> au ciel de Provence<br /><br /></em></span><span style="font:18px Georgia, serif; color:#ffffff;"><em>---------------------</em></span><span style="font:18px Georgia, serif; color:#004f9e;"><em> bleus de tous les cieux du monde<br /><br /></em></span><span style="font:20px Georgia, serif; font-weight:bold; color:#004f9e;">bleu</span><span style="font:20px Georgia, serif; font-weight:bold; color:#ffffff;"> </span><span style="font:20px Georgia, serif; color:#ffffff;"><em>--</em></span><span style="font:18px Georgia, serif; color:#004f9e;"><em> vague oc&eacute;ane<br />grise de nuages<br /><br />bleu t&eacute;n&eacute;breux des eaux<br />insondable<br />hant&eacute; de monstres livides<br /><br /></em></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="bleu.oiseau" src="page3_blog_entry157_3.jpg"width="200" height="132"/> <span style="color:#ffffff;">----------</span><span style="font:12px Georgia, serif; color:#004f9e;"><em> </em></span><span style="font:17px Georgia, serif; color:#004f9e;"><em>bleu d'outremer<br /></em></span><span style="font:17px Georgia, serif; color:#ffffff;"><em>---------------------------------------</em></span><span style="font:17px Georgia, serif; color:#004f9e;"><em> reflet d'oiseau bonheur<br /><br /></em></span><span style="font:17px Georgia, serif; color:#ffffff;"><em>-----</em></span><span style="font:17px Georgia, serif; color:#004f9e;"><em> bleu claquant<br /></em></span><span style="font:17px Georgia, serif; color:#ffffff;"><em>-----</em></span><span style="font:17px Georgia, serif; color:#004f9e;"><em> drapeaux<br /></em></span><span style="font:17px Georgia, serif; color:#ffffff;"><em>-----</em></span><span style="font:17px Georgia, serif; color:#004f9e;"><em> soldats de parade<br /><br /></em></span><span style="font:17px Georgia, serif; color:#ffffff;"><em>-----</em></span><span style="font:17px Georgia, serif; color:#004f9e;"><em> bleuet joyeux<br /></em></span><span style="font:17px Georgia, serif; color:#ffffff;"><em>-----</em></span><span style="font:17px Georgia, serif; color:#004f9e;"><em> des compagnons<br /></em></span><span style="font:17px Georgia, serif; color:#ffffff;"><em>-----</em></span><span style="font:17px Georgia, serif; color:#004f9e;"><em> du coquelicot </em></span><span style="font:17px Georgia, serif; color:#ffffff;"><em>-------------------</em></span><span style="font:17px Georgia, serif; color:#004f9e;"><em> <br /></em></span><span style="font:17px Georgia, serif; color:#ffffff;"><em>----------------------------------------------</em></span><span style="font:17px Georgia, serif; color:#004f9e;"><em> </em></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="bleu.coquelicot" src="page3_blog_entry157_4.jpg"width="178" height="200"/><br /><br /> <img class="imageStyle" alt="bleu.p.11" src="page3_blog_entry157_5.jpg"width="219" height="300"/><br /><br /><span style="font:41px Georgia, serif; font-weight:bold; color:#004f9e;">BLEU JE VEUX<br /></span><span style="font:17px Georgia, serif; color:#004f9e;"><em>je veux ton regard bleu sur moi<br />je veux tes doigts<br />sur le bleu dessin des veines<br /><br /></em></span><span style="font:17px Georgia, serif; color:#ffffff;"><em>-------</em></span><span style="font:17px Georgia, serif; color:#004f9e;"><em> bleue de toi<br /><br /></em></span><span style="font:17px Georgia, serif; color:#ffffff;"><em>---------------------</em></span><span style="font:18px Georgia, serif; color:#004f9e;"><em> </em></span><span style="font:20px Georgia, serif; color:#004f9e;"><em>bleu<br /></em></span><span style="font:20px Georgia, serif; color:#ffffff;"><em>--------------------------</em></span><span style="font:20px Georgia, serif; color:#004f9e;"><em> </em></span><span style="font:21px Georgia, serif; font-weight:bold; color:#004f9e;"><em>BLEU<br /><br /></em></span><span style="font:17px Georgia, serif; color:#004f9e;"><em>dans une nuit marine aux &eacute;toiles n&eacute;on<br />j'ai le blues de la tendresse<br /><br /><br /></em></span><span style="font:31px Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#ffffff;">-------------------</span><span style="font:31px Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#004f9e;"> &</span><span style="font:17px Georgia, serif; color:#004f9e;"><em><br /><br /><br /></em></span><span style="font:11px Georgia, serif; color:#004f9e;"><em><br />&copy; textes et illustrations Lucie Petit - 1999<br /><br />en r&eacute;ponse &agrave; une demande de </em></span><span style="font:11px Georgia, serif; color:#004f9e;"><em><a href="http://www.outrelande.net/blog/" rel="self">meerkat </a></em></span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000080;"><em><a href="http://www.outrelande.net/blog/" rel="self"> </a></em></span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000080;"><em><br /></em></span><span style="font:17px Georgia, serif; color:#004f9e;"><em><br /></em></span><span style="font:18px Georgia, serif; color:#004f9e;"><em><br /></em></span></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-154" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">regards</div><div class="blog-entry-date">24/05/09 09:29 <span class="blog-entry-permalink"> | <a href="4bccccbf5ce9ebc949a73595ecbb0499-154.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><span style="font-size:10px; color:#0000d8;"><em><br /><br /></em></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"> -----</span> <img class="imageStyle" alt="mosaiques.regards" src="page3_blog_entry154_1.jpg"width="197" height="200"/> <span style="font:18px Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#4f5107;">les yeux dans les jardins<br /><br /></span><span style="font:18px Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#ffffff;">---</span><span style="font:18px Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#4f5107;"> &eacute;pient les coccinelles<br /></span><span style="font:18px Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#ffffff;">---</span><span style="font:18px Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#4f5107;"> qui mesurent les sentiers<br /></span><span style="font:18px Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#ffffff;">---</span><span style="font:18px Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#4f5107;"> &agrave; chaque d&eacute;tour du chemin un oiseau <br /></span><span style="font:18px Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#ffffff;">---</span><span style="font:18px Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#4f5107;"> monte la garde et marque l'heure au clocher<br /><br /></span><span style="font:18px Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#ffffff;">-------------------------------</span><span style="font:18px Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#4f5107;">aussit&ocirc;t passe une moustache <br /></span><span style="font:18px Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#ffffff;">---</span><span style="font:18px Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#4f5107;"> feutr&eacute;e </span><span style="font:18px Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#ffffff;">-</span><span style="font:18px Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#4f5107;"> couleuvre silencieuse<br /></span><span style="font:18px Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#ffffff;">---</span><span style="font:18px Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#4f5107;"> deux yeux fendus s'ajoutent aux mille regards<br /></span><span style="font:18px Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#4f5107;"><em><br /></em></span><span style="font:18px Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#ffffff;"><em>---</em></span><span style="font:18px Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#4f5107;"><em> le d&eacute;sir se cache et picore les grains de l'&eacute;t&eacute;<br /></em></span><p style="text-align:center;" ><img class="imageStyle" alt="mosaiques.vign" src="page3_blog_entry154_2.jpg"width="82" height="91"/><span style="font:18px Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#4f5107;"><em><br /></em></span></p><p><span style="font:18px Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#4f5107;"><em><br /><br /><br /></em></span><span style="font:12px Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#4f5107;"><em>&copy; </em></span><span style="font:12px Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#4f5107;">lucie petit - ex.</span><span style="font:12px Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#4f5107;"><em> Mosa&iuml;ques </em></span><span style="font:12px Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#4f5107;">2002</span><span style="font:18px Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#4f5107;"><em><br /><br /></em></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-151" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">printemps</div><div class="blog-entry-date">07/03/09 23:39 <span class="blog-entry-permalink"> | <a href="f545c9bdbb6e457be89ce870456e0a3a-151.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><span style="font:16px Georgia, serif; color:#00407e;"><br /><br /></span><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font:21px Georgia, serif; color:#46b049;">la m&eacute;sange est amoureuse<br /><br />une giboul&eacute;e de notes<br />arrose les p&eacute;tales &eacute;tourdis</span><span style="font:19px Georgia, serif; color:#46b049;"><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><img class="imageStyle" alt="1474.crocus" src="page3_blog_entry151_1.jpg"width="399" height="235"/><span style="font:19px Georgia, serif; color:#46b049;"><br /><br /><br /></span></p><p><span style="font:12px Georgia, serif; color:#46b049;"><br />extrait de</span><span style="font:12px Georgia, serif; color:#46b049;"><a href="http://www.chemindemots.be/page4/files/3db9adbb073b25dc080324ef9fb56948-6.html" rel="self"> </a></span><span style="font:12px Georgia, serif; color:#46b049;"><em><a href="http://www.chemindemots.be/page4/files/3db9adbb073b25dc080324ef9fb56948-6.html" rel="self">le Temps se brode au point de saison</a></em></span><span style="font:12px Georgia, serif; color:#46b049;"><em> -</em></span><span style="font:12px Georgia, serif; color:#46b049;"> &copy; lucie petit - 2000<br /></span><span style="font:13px Georgia, serif; color:#46b049;"><br /><br /></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-147" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">matin de neige</div><div class="blog-entry-date">07/01/09 18:04 <span class="blog-entry-permalink"> | <a href="b855116e15ab382471e6c1c40dbe2922-147.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#805428;"><em><br /></em></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"> ----</span> <img class="imageStyle" alt="Tub.fenetre.hiver" src="page3_blog_entry147_1.jpg"width="271" height="400"/><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#3c7898;">d'un large pinceau<br />la neige estompe les couleurs<br /><br />vert &eacute;teint d'un champ<br />paillasson de ma&iuml;s dess&eacute;ch&eacute;<br />effleurement de briques rouges<br /><br />le hameau aux toits blancs<br />pos&eacute; comme un jouet<br />sous le rose lumineux<br />&eacute;veillant les nuages<br /><br />la fen&ecirc;tre encadre<br />la p&eacute;rennit&eacute; d'un tableau de Breughel<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#3c7898;"><em>&copy; lucie petit - ex </em></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#3c7898;">le Temps se brode au point de saison</span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#3c7898;"><em> - 2001/d&eacute;c.98<br /><br /><br /></em></span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#3c7898;"><br /></span></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-140" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">les mots</div><div class="blog-entry-date">16/05/08 23:22 <span class="blog-entry-permalink"> | <a href="a68679e8b50d71a28daa3e680b9deb7c-140.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#940101;"><br /></span><span style="color:#ffffff;">-----------</span> <img class="imageStyle" alt="Instantanes" src="page3_blog_entry140_1.jpg"width="300" height="185"/><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">---------------------- </span><span style="font-size:13px; "> </span><span style="font-size:10px; ">&copy; lp - 96</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#b1910f;">Il a pris les mots dans sa gorge<br />les a jet&eacute;s sur la mer<br /><br />tous les mots qu'on se forge<br />mots caresses </span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">---</span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#b1910f;">mots passions </span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">---</span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#b1910f;">mots col&egrave;res<br />tous ont embarqu&eacute; sur l'aile du vent </span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#b1910f;"> <br />&agrave; bord de b&acirc;timents </span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#b1910f;"> <br />au fond de l'oc&eacute;an<br /><br />Silence de sable<br /><br />Un galet dans la manche<br />il est reparti comme une danse<br /><br />&agrave; ses pieds, une &eacute;cume de vague<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#b1910f;"><em>&copy; lucie Petit - ex </em></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#b1910f;"><em><a href="http://www.chemindemots.be/page4/files/6fa631f9900ffca88e88c43384904cc3-0.html" rel="self">Instantan&eacute;s</a></em></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#b1910f;"><em> - 1996<br /><br /><br /><br /></em></span></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-133" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">petite annonce</div><div class="blog-entry-date">22/01/08 19:52 <span class="blog-entry-permalink"> | <a href="861034d92e494250f0d736e11eeacd76-133.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><span style="font:10px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#b55c01;"><em><br /><br /></em></span><p style="text-align:center;" ><img class="imageStyle" alt="annonces grenier" src="page3_blog_entry133_1.jpg"width="600" height="293"/><br /><br /><br /><span style="font:12px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#004080;">extrait de PETITES ANNONCES - 2006 - lp pour les textes - </span><span style="font:12px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#004080;"><a href="http://www.papel.be/" rel="self">Nelly Avila </a></span><span style="font:12px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#004080;">pour les dessins<br /></span></p><p><span style="font:12px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#004080;"><br /><br /><br /><br />je trouve que le sort r&eacute;serv&eacute; par </span><span style="font:13px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; font-weight:bold; color:#004080;">Nelly Avila </span><span style="font:12px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#004080;">&agrave; mes petites annonces est vraiment enviable, non ? <img class="blog-image-smiley" src="../../rw_common/plugins/blog/smiley_smile.png" width="21" height="21" alt="Happy" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-131" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">silence</div><div class="blog-entry-date">13/01/08 21:41 <span class="blog-entry-permalink"> | <a href="b1160f0c1c2b2e4f66b93efd4dfe10aa-131.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#280e66;"><em><br /></em></span><span style="color:#ffffff;">------------</span> <img class="imageStyle" alt="1018.silence" src="page3_blog_entry131_1.jpg"width="300" height="275"/><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">-------------------</span><span style="font-size:9px; "> &copy; lp - 2002</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#6694c7;">sous la neige dort un silence qu'effleure &agrave; peine une germination<br />l'&eacute;cho marche &agrave; grands pas dans les traces du chat<br />tombe en arr&ecirc;t devant un croassement<br />le ramasse et le jette &agrave; la cime d'un pin<br />le chat se retourne et revient<br />il secoue chaque patte et sa queue interroge le ciel<br />qui balaie ses flocons<br />l'&eacute;cho f&acirc;ch&eacute; tape du pied mais glisse et s'enfonce dans le blanc<br />le chat rit et murmure<br /></span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#6694c7;"><em>il ne faut pas r&eacute;veiller le silence qui dort<br /><br /><br /></em></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#6694c7;"><em>&copy; lucie petit - 2001 - ex Mosa&iuml;ques - &eacute;d. Alain Beno&icirc;t<br /><br /><br /></em></span></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-128" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">chant du coq</div><div class="blog-entry-date">17/11/07 22:56 <span class="blog-entry-permalink"> | <a href="0a9df9862c411d86731fe09edf073b74-128.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#280e66;"><em><br /><br /></em></span><span style="color:#ffffff;">-------------</span> <img class="imageStyle" alt="coqclocher" src="page3_blog_entry128_1.jpg"width="300" height="278"/><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">--------------</span> <span style="font-size:9px; ">coq de clocher ex Arts populaires en Suisse R.Creux<br /></span><span style="font-size:10px; "><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">---</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#00006d;"> le coq a chant&eacute; toute la nuit et les r&ecirc;ves<br /></span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">---</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#00006d;"> ont &eacute;t&eacute; d&eacute;rang&eacute;s </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">----</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#00006d;">&agrave; l'aube les rumeurs<br /></span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">---</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#00006d;"> volent de branche en branche mais la<br /></span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">---</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#00006d;"> basse-cour est silencieuse </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#00006d;">le condamn&eacute;<br /></span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">---</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#00006d;"> fume une deuxi&egrave;me cigarette </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#00006d;"> le hibou<br /></span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">---</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#00006d;"> s'&eacute;tonne de ne pouvoir dormir </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">-------</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#00006d;">une <br /></span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">---</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#00006d;"> &eacute;charpe de brume s'enroule au cou de<br /></span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">---</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#00006d;"> l'&eacute;glise </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">-</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#00006d;">le temps s'&eacute;coule sans une larme<br /></span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">---</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#00006d;"> enfin le coq du clocher sonne midi dans<br /></span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">---</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#00006d;"> un bruit de ferraille enrou&eacute;e </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">-----</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#00006d;"><em>la nuit<br /></em></span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;"><em>---</em></span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#00006d;"><em> ferme les yeux<br /><br /><br /></em></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#00006d;"><em>&copy; lucie petit - 2001 - ex Mosa&iuml;ques, &eacute;d. Alain Beno&icirc;t<br /><br /><br /><br /></em></span></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-127" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">&eacute;crire</div><div class="blog-entry-date">06/11/07 19:31 <span class="blog-entry-permalink"> | <a href="37db14c850d83f4d8f021e846054b05e-127.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><span style="font:10px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#00004e;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color:#ffffff;">-------</span> <img class="imageStyle" alt="ecrire.NH" src="page3_blog_entry127_1.jpg"width="314" height="320"/><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">----------------</span><span style="font-size:11px; "> ill. Nicole Haurez - 2002<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#280e66;">je n'&eacute;cris pas avec de l'encre </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#280e66;"> j'&eacute;cris avec ma m&eacute;moire </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">-</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#280e66;"> avec une grange remplie de mots </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">-</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#280e66;"> de souvenirs </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">-</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#280e66;"> de sensations </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#280e66;"> bien prot&eacute;g&eacute;s contre le mauvais temps </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">-</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#280e66;"> le mauvais temps des jours sans pens&eacute;es </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">-</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#280e66;"> le mauvais temps des jours perdus </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">---</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#280e66;"> un coup de fourche dans le foin sec remonte un parfum de vie </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">-</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#280e66;"> une nourriture essentielle </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">-</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#280e66;"> un cr&eacute;pitement d'&eacute;tincelles </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">---</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#280e66;"> je n'&eacute;cris pas avec de l'encre </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">-</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#280e66;"> j'&eacute;cris avec la boue des ans pass&eacute;s pouss&eacute;s dans un bassin d'orage<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#280e66;">&copy; </span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#280e66;"><em>lucie Petit - 1998 - &eacute;dition d'artiste en collaboration avec Nicole Haurez<br /><br /><br /><br /></em></span></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-121" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">amiti&eacute; perdue</div><div class="blog-entry-date">16/08/07 18:11 <span class="blog-entry-permalink"> | <a href="834b5717b081d496878e103a84dd9232-121.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#0053a7;"><br /></span><span style="color:#ffffff;">-------</span><span style="font-size:11px; color:#ffffff;">-</span><span style="font-size:11px; "> </span><img class="imageStyle" alt="0812.amitieper" src="page3_blog_entry121_1.jpg"width="400" height="316"/><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">------------------------</span> <span style="font-size:9px; "> &copy; lucie petit - 2004<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#c62800;"><br /></span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#c62800;">le lacet se d&eacute;noue </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">---</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#c62800;"> * fallait-il faire un double n&oelig;ud ? *</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;"> ---</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#c62800;"> devant trop de questions </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">-</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#c62800;"> la chaussure abandonne </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">---</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#c62800;"> je reste les pieds nus dans le froid de la neige qui renvoie au silence </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">---</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#c62800;"> sous la neige </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">-</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#c62800;"> les cailloux s'aiguisent frottant l'un contre l'autre quelques regrets et des souvenirs &agrave; demi effac&eacute;s </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">---</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#c62800;"> au printemps </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">-</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#c62800;"> roul&eacute;s dans le torrent </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">-</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#c62800;"> ils auront la peau innocente </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">-</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#c62800;"> une odeur de menthe </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">-</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#c62800;"> un trait noir dans le c&oelig;ur </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">---</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#c62800;"> je garderai les marques </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">-</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#c62800;"> une image de moi que je trouverai laide</span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#c62800;"><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#c62800;">&copy; lucie petit - ex </span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#c62800;"><em><a href="http://www.chemindemots.be/page4/files/729bb0a4821e7d1c7335bd917a8d275f-7.html" rel="self">Mosa&iuml;ques</a></em></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#c62800;"><em> - </em></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#c62800;">&eacute;d.Alain Lucien Benoit - coll. Raffia 2002<br /><br /><br /></span></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-115" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">doute</div><div class="blog-entry-date">02/06/07 19:29 <span class="blog-entry-permalink"> | <a href="87550abb17ad29f9e9caa89a51134e51-115.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><img class="imageStyle" alt="maison.doute" src="page3_blog_entry115_1.jpg"width="253" height="500"/><span style="color:#ffffff;">----------------</span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#36026a;"> </span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#36026a;">ma maison </span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">-</span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#36026a;"> dans le fond du jardin </span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">-</span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#36026a;"> chancelle<br /><br />j'avais mis des pierres de mots et de couleurs </span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#36026a;"> avec des joints de chants d'oiseaux </span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#36026a;"> souris et l&eacute;zards y logeaient<br />fallait-il la barder de certitudes ? </span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">-------</span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#36026a;"> je n'en ai pas trouv&eacute;es<br />j'ouvre la porte </span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">-</span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#36026a;"> le ch&egrave;vrefeuille s'est endormi sur un tapis de mousse </span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">-</span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#36026a;"> les pommes ont roul&eacute; sous les armoires et la rose a perdu ses p&eacute;tales </span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#36026a;"> les murs vont de guingois </span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#36026a;"> la chouette est partie par un trou dans le toit </span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#36026a;"> sur le coin du buffet un paquet de promesses enrubann&eacute; de bleu </span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">--</span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#36026a;"> le chant de l'alouette s'est perdu<br />et je reste debout sous une pluie fine avec un caillou blanc qui ne quitte pas ma main</span><span style="font:17px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#36026a;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#36026a;"><br />&copy; lucie Petit - 2002 - mis en page, en d&eacute;coupage, en petit</span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#36026a;"><a href="http://www.chemindemots.be/page4/files/bb52d96e0e401092f702a8e5842e5dce-20.html" rel="self"> livre</a></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#36026a;"> par Nelly Avila<br /><br /><br /></span></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-109" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">nuit d'&eacute;toiles</div><div class="blog-entry-date">04/05/07 23:07 <span class="blog-entry-permalink"> | <a href="b0f1c593b0072056c1a31202a18a24a2-109.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#d80202;"><br /></span><br /> <img class="imageStyle" alt="spirales" src="page3_blog_entry109_1.jpg"width="300" height="148"/> <span style="color:#ffffff;">___</span> <span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000063;">nuit ti&egrave;de enroul&eacute;e d'&eacute;toiles<br /></span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">___________________________</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000063;">grignotement d'insecte<br /></span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">______________________________ </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000063;">dans le liseron endormi<br /></span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">_____________________________________</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000063;"> l'odeur du bl&eacute; m&ucirc;r<br /></span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">______________________________</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000063;"> berce le vent languissant<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000063;"><br /><br /><br />&copy; lucie Petit - 1996 - texte paru dans </span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000063;"><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:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000063;"><em> </em></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000063;">(1998) et dans le petit </span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000063;"><a href="http://www.chemindemots.be/page4/files/06450b63896aa156a7362f03382741c2-22.html" rel="self">carnet accord&eacute;on</a></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000063;"> cr&eacute;&eacute; par Nelly Avila</span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000063;"><em> <br /><br /><br /><br /> </em></span></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-106" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">l'oubli</div><div class="blog-entry-date">23/04/07 21:59 <span class="blog-entry-permalink"> | <a href="9a3dce0dc3db279d09ef100ef704c32c-106.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><span style="font:15px Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#9993c1;"><br /></span><p style="text-align:center;" ><img class="imageStyle" alt="mosaiques" src="page3_blog_entry106_1.jpg"width="350" height="329"/><br /><span style="font-size:9px; ">&copy; lp - 2002<br /><br /><br /></span></p><p><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#4c4c4c;">Elle ouvre des tiroirs sans r&eacute;ponse trouve une phrase &eacute;crite dans un<br />cahier jauni :</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">_ </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#4c4c4c;"><em>les cloches du temps sonneront l'oubli quand le coq<br />remontant un autre matin</em></span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;"><em>_</em></span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#4c4c4c;"><em> abandonnera au creux de la maison des <br />ailes d'ange</em></span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;"><em> </em></span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">_______</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#4c4c4c;"> un vent l&eacute;ger descend le long de la courbe du <br />versant. </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">_</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#4c4c4c;">Elle br&ucirc;le lentement le romarin dont le parfum s'&eacute;tend en<br />vagues ti&egrave;des et laisse un go&ucirc;t de pain sur les l&egrave;vres et les cheveux<br />Elle secoue les mensonges au pied de l'arbre &agrave; paroles </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">____</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#4c4c4c;">un coq<br />chante matines, une plume vol&egrave;te dans la lumi&egrave;re naissante </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">___ </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#4c4c4c;"> </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#4c4c4c;"><em>le<br />silence ose un soupir<br /><br /></em></span><span style="font:13px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#4c4c4c;"><em>&copy; </em></span><span style="font:13px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#4c4c4c;">lucie petit</span><span style="font:13px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#4c4c4c;"><em> - </em></span><span style="font:13px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#4c4c4c;"> ex.</span><span style="font:13px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#4c4c4c;"><em><a href="http://www.chemindemots.be/page4/files/729bb0a4821e7d1c7335bd917a8d275f-7.html" rel="self"> Mosa&iuml;ques</a></em></span><span style="font:13px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#4c4c4c;"><em><br /></em></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#4c4c4c;">&eacute;d. Alain Lucien BENOIT - Rochefort du Gard - coll. Raffia - 2002<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-97" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">printemps</div><div class="blog-entry-date">21/03/07 18:18 <span class="blog-entry-permalink"> | <a href="1f25212197aa409ca19935b3bb00f0bb-97.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font-size:10px; "><br /></span></p><p><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#848401;">adolescent &agrave; l'humeur sauvage<br />il pique d'ailes vertes<br />de fleurs aigrelettes<br />les arbres prenant leur envol<br />dans un ciel mouchet&eacute;<br /><br />bleu<br />gris de plomb<br />blanc de glace<br />&eacute;perdu d'oiseaux fragiles<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font:12px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#848401;">&copy; lp - ex </span><span style="font:12px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#848401;"><em><a href="http://www.chemindemots.be/page4/files/3db9adbb073b25dc080324ef9fb56948-6.html" rel="self">le Temps se brode au point de saison </a></em></span><span style="font:12px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#848401;"><em>- </em></span><span style="font:12px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#848401;">2001<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="color:#ffffff;">________</span> <img class="imageStyle" alt="0589.giboulee" src="page3_blog_entry97_1.jpg"width="499" height="370"/><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">__________</span> <span style="font-size:9px; ">photo lp - 07<br /><br /><br /></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-84" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">petite musique de neige</div><div class="blog-entry-date">08/02/07 13:56 <span class="blog-entry-permalink"> | <a href="00b933b021cc3e5f0f51f33c98e7bc3f-84.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><span style="font:13px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000056;"><br /></span><span style="color:#ffffff;">__________</span><img class="imageStyle" alt="0583.il neige" src="page3_blog_entry84_1.jpg"width="270" height="350"/> <span style="color:#ffffff;">___</span><span style="font-size:9px; color:#ffffff;"> </span><span style="font-size:9px; ">&copy; lp - f&eacute;v.07<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#6e6e6e;">les doigts de la neige<br />pianotent une fugue<br />pour les c&oelig;urs minuscules<br />apprenant le solf&egrave;ge<br />sous les feuilles<br /><br />dans ce silence &agrave; rebours<br />nous cachons nos rires<br />dans nos mains<br />suivant une piste &agrave; deux pattes<br />zigzaguant dans les champs<br /><br />un oiseau noir grotesque<br />nous &eacute;pie en ricanant<br /><br />si je tombe, il prendra <br />ma place aupr&egrave;s de toi<br />et je ne serai plus<br />qu'un peu de neige fondue</span><span style="font:14px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#6e6e6e;"><br /><br /></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="traces.neige" src="page3_blog_entry84_2.jpg"width="500" height="140"/><span style="font:14px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#6e6e6e;"><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#6e6e6e;">&copy; Lucie Petit - in </span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#6e6e6e;"><a href="http://www.chemindemots.be/page4/files/d2ada0800fe9f3db6b4ac726423bcbcc-9.html" rel="self"> </a></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#6e6e6e;"><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:#6e6e6e;"><em> </em></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#6e6e6e;">- 2002<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-82" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">promenade au cr&eacute;puscule</div><div class="blog-entry-date">06/02/07 17:53 <span class="blog-entry-permalink"> | <a href="e394dc5c1565ca561335f43c080cea93-82.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#346a01;"><br /></span> <span style="color:#ffffff;">___</span> <img class="imageStyle" alt="0577.soir" src="page3_blog_entry82_1.jpg"width="400" height="300"/><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000067;">le soir est doux<br />la lumi&egrave;re boit la derni&egrave;re goutte de vin ros&eacute;.<br /><br />voulez-vous m'accompagner ?<br />dans le chant d'adieu du merle,<br />le souffle de la nuit qui fait pencher les herbes.<br /><br />non, vous ne devez pas me parler.<br />votre pr&eacute;sence,<br />un geste pour d&eacute;signer l'insecte<br />ou la fleur qui s'endort.<br /><br />la chambre du fond s'assombrit,<br />chacun tourne le dos &agrave; la nuit qui s'installe,<br />les amis sont au loin.<br /><br />un chat inconnu s'&eacute;carte du chemin,<br />un chien aboie, inquiet de mon passage,<br />je n'ai qu'un caillou dans ma poche.<br /><br /></span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000067;"><em>tu devais le savoir que je ne trouverais<br />plus rien o&ugrave; m'accrocher<br /><br /></em></span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000067;">rentrer avant nuit noire,<br />mettre de la musique,<br />accepter l'incertain.<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font:13px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000067;"><br />&copy; Lucie Petit - in </span><span style="font:13px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; font-weight:bold; color:#000067;"><em><a href="http://www.chemindemots.be/page4/files/297c9c512821523c71b0001b5ced9764-11.html" rel="self">un p&eacute;tale sur mon chemin</a></em></span><span style="font:13px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; font-weight:bold; color:#000067;"><em> </em></span><span style="font:13px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000067;">- 2004<br /><br /><br /></span></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-67" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">chambre d'hiver</div><div class="blog-entry-date">16/12/06 16:33 <span class="blog-entry-permalink"> | <a href="331e2fc2f0469247e412765fc70b8c40-67.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#954c01;"><em><br /></em></span><span style="color:#ffffff;">_____</span> <img class="imageStyle" alt="chambre.hiver" src="page3_blog_entry67_1.jpg"width="198" height="400"/><br /><br /><br /><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#808080;">les mots &agrave; peine &eacute;clos<br />d'un paradis perdu<br /></span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">_______________</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#808080;"> encore neuf<br />sautant de l'&acirc;tre<br />se cachent tout chauds<br />sur une coquille d'&oelig;uf<br /><br />ma joue caresse<br />cette tendresse<br />comme la soie de tes mains<br /><br />d'un doigt r&ecirc;veur<br />je trace ton nom dans la bu&eacute;e<br />sur le carreau<br />et le message s'envole emport&eacute;<br />par la neige et le vent<br /><br />comme l'ombre d'un amour<br />dans un monde &agrave; l'envers<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#808080;">ex </span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#808080;"><a href="http://www.chemindemots.be/page4/files/d2ada0800fe9f3db6b4ac726423bcbcc-9.html" rel="self"> </a></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#808080;"><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:#808080;"><em><br />&copy; </em></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#808080;">Lucie Petit pour le texte & l'illustration - 2002<br /><br /><br /></span></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-58" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">il pleut !</div><div class="blog-entry-date">07/12/06 12:35 <span class="blog-entry-permalink"> | <a href="2973d845288ad7ee0ba768a8c0c3c02d-58.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><span style="font:12px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#f95504;"><br /></span><span style="color:#ffffff;">_____</span> <img class="imageStyle" alt="0517.pluie" src="page3_blog_entry58_1.jpg"width="300" height="225"/><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">_____________________</span><span style="font-size:9px; "> lp 06<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#666666;">il pleut<br />le ciel se noie<br />les chemin&eacute;es d'usine<br />ravalent leurs fum&eacute;es<br /><br />les moineaux alourdis<br />se cachent dans le lierre<br />tandis que les canards<br />voient des &eacute;tangs partout<br /><br />les champs r&eacute;gurgitent leur eau<br />se perdent &agrave; jamais<br />dans un oc&eacute;an terne<br />le moindre foss&eacute; r&ecirc;ve de paquebot<br />l'&icirc;le au ch&ecirc;ne devient port de mer<br /><br />il pleut<br />la terre est noy&eacute;e<br />et je pense &agrave; No&eacute;<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#666666;">ex. </span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#666666;"><em><a href="http://www.chemindemots.be/page4/files/3db9adbb073b25dc080324ef9fb56948-6.html" rel="self">le Temps se brode au point de saison </a></em></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#666666;"><em><br /></em></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#666666;">Lucie Petit - 2001<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-51" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">est-ce que plus loin la terre chante juste ?</div><div class="blog-entry-date">11/11/06 18:14 <span class="blog-entry-permalink"> | <a href="9e0255bab2160cc51fb09fb0ab20000a-51.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#6a0101;"><br /></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#316401;">texte du </span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#316401;"><a href="http://www.chemindemots.be/page4/files/7ea5ebcbf9ae8e313c8102da9b75266d-16.html" rel="self">Carnet d'herbes</a></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#316401;"> cr&eacute;&eacute; par Nicole Haurez.<br /><br /></span><span style="color:#ffffff;">______________<br />_____________</span> <img class="imageStyle" alt="barreaux2" src="page3_blog_entry51_1.jpg"width="278" height="500"/><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#316401;"><br /></span><span style="color:#ffffff;">___________</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">________________</span> <span style="font-size:8px; ">&copy; lp - 2006</span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#316401;"><br /></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#316401;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font:14px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#316401;">il a plant&eacute; des poteaux partout.<br /><br />maintenant qu'ils ont pouss&eacute;,<br />cela fait barri&egrave;re dans le paysage.<br /><br />la lumi&egrave;re se faufile,<br />le vent aussi.<br />m&ecirc;me un parfum d'ailleurs<br />qui nous parle de fleurs.<br /><br />&agrave; l'oiseau de passage<br />je demande parfois<br />si, plus loin, la terre chante juste.<br /><br />aujourd'hui, j'ai un go&ucirc;t d'oc&eacute;an sur la peau.<br /><br />mais les enfants commencent &agrave; avoir des barreaux dans les yeux.<br />il faut faire attention.<br /><br /><br />il ne voit rien,<br />il dit qu'au del&agrave;, c'est la nuit.<br /><br /></span><p style="text-align:right;" ><span style="font:14px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#316401;">j'ai touch&eacute; son visage, ses mains,<br />j'ai mis mes doigts dans ma poche<br />et je me suis envol&eacute;e avec les enfants.<br /><br />il nous a regard&eacute; partir,<br />a cri&eacute; quelque chose.<br />le silence &eacute;tait si fort que je n'ai pas compris<br />mais dans son regard<br />j'ai vu un naufrage.<br /></span></p><p><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#316401;"><br /><br />texte Lucie Petit &copy; - 2005</span><span style="font:14px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#316401;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align:right;" ><span style="font:14px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#316401;"><br /><br /></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-45" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">souvenir de ...</div><div class="blog-entry-date">03/10/06 10:57 <span class="blog-entry-permalink"> | <a href="c5b5db43f9edadf949f7dc6c492e8414-45.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"> <br /> <img class="imageStyle" alt="fleurs2" src="page3_blog_entry45_1.jpg"width="123" height="150"/><br /><br /><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#01b5c4;">bien s&ucirc;r, ces fleurs bruyantes ne ressemblent pas<br /><br />&agrave; cette plage douce<br />grise hors saison<br />crissante de coquillages<br /><br />peut-&ecirc;tre davantage aux n&eacute;ons et aux pubs du centre Ville<br />je ne sais pas<br />je n'y vais pas<br /><br />j'aime les vagues lentes<br />la mer chantante<br />et cette solitude mi-am&egrave;re<br />ensemence les souvenirs de nos rencontres<br /><br />bien s&ucirc;r, ces fleurs bruyantes ne me ressemblent pas<br /><br />mais tu retrouveras ma lumi&egrave;re l&eacute;g&egrave;re<br />dans la m&eacute;moire de tes yeux<br />alors, tu peux passer une couche de blanc<br />et recommencer ma voix et mon parfum <br /></span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">__________________________<br /><br />_________________________________ </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#01b5c4;"> </span><img class="imageStyle" alt="AS.souvenir2" src="page3_blog_entry45_2.jpg"width="500" height="128"/><span style="color:#ffffff;">_<br />__________________________________________________ </span><span style="font-size:10px; ">&copy; A.Slacik<br /><br /></span><span style="font:12px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#01b5c4;"><br /><br />livre manuscrit-peint Anne Slacik - texte Lucie Petit &copy; - 2005</span><span style="font-size:10px; "><br /></span><br /><br /></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-41" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">le voyage continue</div><div class="blog-entry-date">14/09/06 10:54 <span class="blog-entry-permalink"> | <a href="d8f117029be8e52c3f92236463a272b0-41.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">___________</span> <img class="imageStyle" alt="petale.0428" src="page3_blog_entry41_1.jpg"width="300" height="181"/><br /><br /><br /><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#713800;">le voyage continue,<br />bateau sur son erre.<br />&agrave; l'arri&egrave;re, la vue se perd.<br />&agrave; l'avant, c'est bouch&eacute;.<br /><br />o&ugrave; est l'&eacute;toile polaire ?<br /><br /><br />le temps s'enroule,<br />escargot tra&icirc;nant ma trace.<br /><br />dans cette &eacute;criture rel&acirc;ch&eacute;e,<br />rechercher les mots de force,<br />piliers de ma maison.<br /><br /></span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">________________________________</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#713800;"> mais il faudra tirer un nouveau fil<br /></span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">________________________________</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#713800;"> pour les &eacute;changes avec le monde.<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font:12px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#713800;"><br />ex.</span><span style="font:12px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#713800;"><a href="http://www.chemindemots.be/page4/files/category-5.html" rel="self"> </a></span><span style="font:12px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#713800;"><em><a href="http://www.chemindemots.be/page4/files/category-5.html" rel="self">un p&eacute;tale sur mon chemin </a></em></span><span style="font:12px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#713800;"><em> </em></span><span style="font:12px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#713800;"> - 2004</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#713800;"><br /></span><span style="font:12px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#713800;">&copy; Lucie Petit pour l'illustration et le texte<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-34" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">un peu de cendre</div><div class="blog-entry-date">17/08/06 17:25 <span class="blog-entry-permalink"> | <a href="bd80079dc9e10e77926c64da6b814846-34.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><br /><img class="imageStyle" alt="coquelicot.3.0400" src="page3_blog_entry34_1.jpg"width="600" height="228"/><br /> <span style="font-size:11px; "> &copy; Anne Slacik</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#4c4c4c;"><br />un peu de cendre sur l'herbe<br />le papillon se pose et s'en va<br /><br />vite<br />fourrer dans un sac douceur et tendresse<br />vider les armoires<br />creuser le silence<br />effacer les traces<br /><br />tu meurs deux fois<br />je ramasse ce qui tombe<br /><br /></span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">____________________________________</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#4c4c4c;">fermer<br /><br /></span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">____________________________________</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#4c4c4c;">demain, apr&egrave;s<br /></span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">____________________________________</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#4c4c4c;">je pourrai prendre le chat dans mes bras<br /></span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">____________________________________</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#4c4c4c;">et te chercher dans ses yeux<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font:12px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#4c4c4c;"><br /><br />ex.</span><span style="font:12px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#4c4c4c;"><a href="http://www.chemindemots.be/page4/files/category-6.html" rel="self"> </a></span><span style="font:12px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#4c4c4c;"><em><a href="http://www.chemindemots.be/page4/files/category-6.html" rel="self">un coquelicot sur le coeur </a></em></span><span style="font:12px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#4c4c4c;"><em> - 2004<br /></em></span><span style="font:12px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#4c4c4c;"><br />&copy; Lucie Petit<br /><br /><br /></span></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-20" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">la nuit</div><div class="blog-entry-date">12/07/06 10:42 <span class="blog-entry-permalink"> | <a href="b5f5a48abe838d9bde8033c18233627f-20.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><p style="text-align:center;" ><br /><img class="imageStyle" alt="nuit.mos" src="page3_blog_entry20_1.jpg"width="347" height="350"/><br /><span style="font-size:11px; color:#666666;">&copy; lp - ill.tir&eacute; &agrave; part de Mosa&iuml;ques</span><span style="color:#666666;"><br /></span><br /><br /></p><p><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000075;"><br /></span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000075;">il dort </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">_____</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000075;">d'une caresse, elle envoie<br />les r&ecirc;ves menteurs se so&ucirc;ler au bar de<br />l'Oubli</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;"> ____ </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000075;">la nuit &agrave; la fen&ecirc;tre apporte<br />l'odeur du pain frais </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">_____ </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000075;">le bruit des<br />vagues et du vent</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;"> __</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000075;">des mots d'amour<br />sans suite </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">_____ </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000075;">la nuit navigue entre<br />l'enfance inachev&eacute;e</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">_</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000075;"> et </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">__</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000075;">le ventre du <br />monde</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">__</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000075;">&agrave; l'aube,remontant l'&eacute;dredon,<br />elle cache son rire sous les plumes<br />d'une main ensommeill&eacute;e, </span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;">_</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000075;">il ramasse <br />les grains de bonheur &agrave; t&acirc;tons</span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#ffffff;"> _<br /></span><span style="font:16px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000075;"><em>aujourd'hui sera beau</em></span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000075;"><em><br /><br /><br /></em></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000075;">ex</span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000075;"><a href="http://www.chemindemots.be/page4/files/category-6.html" rel="self"> MOSA&Iuml;QUES</a></span><span style="font:11px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000075;"> - 2002<br /><br />&copy; Lucie Petit<br /><br /></span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#000075;"><br /></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-11" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">jaune</div><div class="blog-entry-date">09/06/06 19:16 <span class="blog-entry-permalink"> | <a href="c7c69af40e45cf0773ab2118f8a81d7d-11.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><br /><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#f6862a;"><em>dans le noir de ses paupi&egrave;res closes<br />il attire le soleil et la terre<br /></em></span><br /> <span style="color:#f6862a;"> </span><span style="font-size:15px; color:#f6862a;"><em> </em></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="jaune3.ret" src="page3_blog_entry11_1.jpg"width="99" height="95"/><span style="font-size:15px; color:#f6862a;"><em><br /></em></span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#f6862a;"><em><br />vibration</em></span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; "><em> </em></span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#f68129;"><em>de</em></span><span style="font:12px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#f68129;"> </span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#f68129;"><em>lumi&egrave;re,</em></span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; "><em> </em></span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#f68129;"><em>parfum terre cuite, coul&eacute;e de sable d'or<br /><br />il roule son corps nu dans les grains chauds<br />se rel&egrave;ve en statue de bronze<br />sao&ucirc;le ses paumes &agrave; l'argile douce </em></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="jaune4.ret" src="page3_blog_entry11_2.jpg"width="99" height="98"/><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#f68129;"><em><br /></em></span><p style="text-align:center;" ><br /></p><p><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#f68129;"><em>sous une pluie calme et large <br />&agrave; petit bruit, l'ocre-poudre lappe les gouttes<br />nappes d'ombre pour une table de coquillages<br /><br /><br />dans le noir de ses paupi&egrave;res closes<br />il m&eacute;lange soleil, terre et eau<br /><br />trace des vagabondages<br />esquisse un paysage<br /><br />peint les fa&ccedil;ades du jaune &agrave; l'ocre rouge<br />touche de rose ocr&eacute; le campanile<br />* le chant de cloches joue &agrave; saute-oiseaux sur les tuiles * <br /><br />contrepoint de terre de Sienne, terre d'ombre, argile cuite<br />enlumin&eacute; soudain d'un &eacute;clat de soleil<br /><br />&agrave; l'horizon un trait d'azur<br /></em></span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#f68129;"><em> <br /></em></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="jaune5.ret" src="page3_blog_entry11_3.jpg"width="100" height="101"/><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#f78229;"><em> immobile</em></span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#f68129;"><em><br /><br />des marbres c&eacute;ladon vert-de-gris&eacute;, blancs de rose vein&eacute;s<br />* le vent se ronge de cette joue si fra&icirc;che *<br /><br />cierges vert sombre en sentinelles<br /><br />sous le regard d'or des chats<br />claironne le tournesol velout&eacute; d'oliviers<br /><br /><br />dans le noir de ses paupi&egrave;res closes<br />il a sign&eacute; de feu<br />son oeuvre de terre, de soleil et d'eau.<br /><br /><br /></em></span><span style="font:13px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#f68129;">ex. </span><span style="font:13px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#f68129;"><a href="http://www.chemindemots.be/page4/files/category-5.html" rel="self"> 4 COULEURS </a></span><span style="font:13px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#f68129;"> - 1999<br /><br />&copy; </span><span style="font:12px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#f68129;">Lucie Petit pour le texte et les illustrations<br /><br /></span><span style="font:18px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#f68129;"><em><br /></em></span><span style="font:15px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#f68129;"><em><br /> </em></span><span style="font:12px Trebuchet, Verdana, serif; color:#f68129;"><em> </em></span><em> </em> </p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-4" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">cr&eacute;puscule</div><div class="blog-entry-date">30/04/06 12:22 <span class="blog-entry-permalink"> | <a href="b0438d63f52314a65e283d31ee17cb15-4.html">Permalien</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><p style="text-align:center;" ><img class="imageStyle" alt="0" src="page3_blog_entry4_1.jpg"width="300" height="185"/><br /></p><p style="text-align:right;" ><br /></p><p><span style="font-size:16px; color:#1141c0;">Etoiles dans le bleu profond,<br />&agrave; l'occident, miette de jour<br />ocres, terre de Sienne,<br />transparence de verre,<br />c&eacute;ladon, turquoise<br /><br />dessous,<br />l'obscur arme ses sentinelles<br /><br />le vent<br />grignote<br />la dentelle du bouleau noir<br /><br />le temps<br />r&ecirc;ve en couleurs.<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="color:#1141c0;">ex </span><span style="color:#1141c0;"><a href="http://www.chemindemots.be/page4/files/category-5.html" rel="self"> INSTANTANES </a></span><span style="color:#1141c0;"><a href="http://www.chemindemots.be/page4/page4.html" rel="self"> </a></span><span style="color:#1141c0;"> - 1996<br /><br />&copy; Lucie Petit<br /><br /></span><br /></p></div></div> </div> </body> </html>