tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91433082519603410442011-08-06T06:01:07.437-07:00SOIT DIT EN PASSANTFrankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06738910627379760914noreply@blogger.comBlogger171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9143308251960341044.post-26426976725202404802009-12-03T09:06:00.000-08:002009-12-03T09:08:43.366-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hPiw277Yul0/SxfwdBW7QTI/AAAAAAAADUg/onvxTuOZTbg/s1600-h/DSCN5137-pola.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hPiw277Yul0/SxfwdBW7QTI/AAAAAAAADUg/onvxTuOZTbg/s400/DSCN5137-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411057858680406322" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9143308251960341044-2642697672520240480?l=frankeulry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06738910627379760914noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9143308251960341044.post-12864676148481874182009-11-10T13:48:00.001-08:002009-12-07T04:31:57.754-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hPiw277Yul0/SvngdNRErTI/AAAAAAAADUA/zSEmDpOM0_w/s1600-h/D2F_7174-pola.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hPiw277Yul0/SvngdNRErTI/AAAAAAAADUA/zSEmDpOM0_w/s400/D2F_7174-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402596020389719346" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">Je l'ai laissé s'enfuir vers ce point lumineux, son point de fuite, le point de non retour.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9143308251960341044-1286467614848187418?l=frankeulry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06738910627379760914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9143308251960341044.post-42201465009744935772009-11-10T13:39:00.000-08:002009-11-10T13:48:05.446-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hPiw277Yul0/SvnerDgiVYI/AAAAAAAADT4/zLXPb7-I5Pw/s1600-h/P1010731-pola.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hPiw277Yul0/SvnerDgiVYI/AAAAAAAADT4/zLXPb7-I5Pw/s400/P1010731-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402594059265136002" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><i><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Nous ne sommes pas tous égaux face au temps.</span></b></span></span></div></i><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9143308251960341044-4220146500974493577?l=frankeulry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06738910627379760914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9143308251960341044.post-8301981651575533352009-10-22T15:12:00.000-07:002009-10-22T15:14:35.743-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hPiw277Yul0/SuDZIOLKJoI/AAAAAAAADTY/zhRIThlprjU/s1600-h/P1010726-pola.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hPiw277Yul0/SuDZIOLKJoI/AAAAAAAADTY/zhRIThlprjU/s400/P1010726-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395551088856934018" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9143308251960341044-830198165157553335?l=frankeulry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06738910627379760914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9143308251960341044.post-67268393173663256612009-10-22T15:06:00.000-07:002009-12-03T09:12:14.455-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hPiw277Yul0/SuDXkbyNfsI/AAAAAAAADTQ/V8vo_79h0GM/s1600-h/P1010723-pola.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hPiw277Yul0/SuDXkbyNfsI/AAAAAAAADTQ/V8vo_79h0GM/s400/P1010723-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395549374523473602" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Au commencement il y avait l'amour</span></b></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Au commencement il y avait l'envie...</span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9143308251960341044-6726839317366325661?l=frankeulry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06738910627379760914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9143308251960341044.post-39638004220765975422009-10-22T15:03:00.000-07:002009-10-22T15:05:24.715-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hPiw277Yul0/SuDXHSTRsII/AAAAAAAADTI/s9HB78lVC48/s1600-h/P1010858-pola.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hPiw277Yul0/SuDXHSTRsII/AAAAAAAADTI/s9HB78lVC48/s400/P1010858-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395548873761599618" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9143308251960341044-3963800422076597542?l=frankeulry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06738910627379760914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9143308251960341044.post-45221976959370514032009-10-16T10:33:00.000-07:002009-10-16T10:37:53.936-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hPiw277Yul0/StiusDs5LkI/AAAAAAAADSo/9QbkIAueX9M/s1600-h/P1010880-pola.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hPiw277Yul0/StiusDs5LkI/AAAAAAAADSo/9QbkIAueX9M/s400/P1010880-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393252625707249218" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"> ... .. .... ... . .. ..... ... . .... .. ..... ... . .. .....</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9143308251960341044-4522197695937051403?l=frankeulry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06738910627379760914noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9143308251960341044.post-79091549025821862292009-10-12T15:53:00.000-07:002009-10-16T10:30:22.051-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hPiw277Yul0/StipfjWAccI/AAAAAAAADSY/HwLXEhLM9rI/s1600-h/P1010213-pola.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hPiw277Yul0/StipfjWAccI/AAAAAAAADSY/HwLXEhLM9rI/s400/P1010213-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393246913304752578" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; font-family:'courier new', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">des gestes neufs, sans souvenirs et sans fantômes.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Helvetica, serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:12px;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9143308251960341044-7909154902582186229?l=frankeulry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06738910627379760914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9143308251960341044.post-48950792319017525172009-10-12T15:41:00.000-07:002009-10-16T10:30:56.327-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hPiw277Yul0/StOyYXzEEFI/AAAAAAAADR0/BUksMIJX1o8/s1600-h/P1000210-pola.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hPiw277Yul0/StOyYXzEEFI/AAAAAAAADR0/BUksMIJX1o8/s400/P1000210-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391849310667411538" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">... rien ne me semble plus faux-cul qu'une belle photo de bonheur avec toute la quantité de malheur qu'elle promet, qu'elle contient, mais sans le dire, en cachant bien son jeu</span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">.</span> (Justine Levy)</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9143308251960341044-4895079231901752517?l=frankeulry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06738910627379760914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9143308251960341044.post-74863833185725830582009-09-24T05:03:00.000-07:002009-10-16T10:32:46.118-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hPiw277Yul0/Srtg0wUPegI/AAAAAAAADQk/PusalAQMR0k/s1600-h/P1000442-pola.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hPiw277Yul0/Srtg0wUPegI/AAAAAAAADQk/PusalAQMR0k/s400/P1000442-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385004238890826242" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">La nuit est un refuge...</span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9143308251960341044-7486383318572583058?l=frankeulry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06738910627379760914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9143308251960341044.post-19513338921266035672009-09-22T15:12:00.000-07:002009-10-16T10:31:40.801-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hPiw277Yul0/SrlPYVvIegI/AAAAAAAADN4/0XUfS0mTGsk/s1600-h/FRK_0709-pola02.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hPiw277Yul0/SrlPYVvIegI/AAAAAAAADN4/0XUfS0mTGsk/s400/FRK_0709-pola02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384422109068425730" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;color:#000099;"><b><br /></b></span></div></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9143308251960341044-1951333892126603567?l=frankeulry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06738910627379760914noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9143308251960341044.post-74379851778840180822009-06-04T12:02:00.000-07:002009-10-16T10:16:01.353-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hPiw277Yul0/SigcErlbiQI/AAAAAAAAB9g/X_xqnd1gldI/s1600-h/FRK_8507-pola.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hPiw277Yul0/SigcErlbiQI/AAAAAAAAB9g/X_xqnd1gldI/s400/FRK_8507-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343551824619866370" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Quatre heure du matin c'est l'heure idéale. A quatre du matin, marchez dans Paris! Goûtez le silence et le sommeil des autres. Sentez cet instant privilégié qui vous enrobe et vous materne. Quatre du mat' à Paris c'est le temps suspendu, le temps qui s'oublie avant le temps retrouvé.</span></b></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9143308251960341044-7437985177884018082?l=frankeulry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06738910627379760914noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9143308251960341044.post-85966019324257854472009-02-17T15:18:00.000-08:002009-10-16T10:29:48.591-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hPiw277Yul0/StirHKDnPKI/AAAAAAAADSg/k_yiBIUVI48/s1600-h/P1010353-pola.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hPiw277Yul0/StirHKDnPKI/AAAAAAAADSg/k_yiBIUVI48/s400/P1010353-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393248693223111842" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hPiw277Yul0/SZtNTzS1FvI/AAAAAAAABL4/jkXU4HMwmOw/s1600-h/P1000977-pola.jpg"><br /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><br />Dès que j'aurai passé la porte il me faudra à tâton dans le noir</b></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>me frayer un chemin parmi les détritus </b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>Ouvrir grandes les fenêtres et laisser passer l'espoir</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>Regarder la lumière céleste monter depuis la rue...</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>Et voir la poussière épaisse qui comme moi a chu.</b></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9143308251960341044-8596601932425785447?l=frankeulry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06738910627379760914noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9143308251960341044.post-85672017889830621742009-02-08T23:29:00.000-08:002009-10-16T10:24:59.899-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hPiw277Yul0/SY_cYLSZcJI/AAAAAAAABLk/k17qeyUgmn4/s1600-h/P1010375.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hPiw277Yul0/SY_cYLSZcJI/AAAAAAAABLk/k17qeyUgmn4/s320/P1010375.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300697594343288978" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">La Cavale</span></b></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">J'étais face à ce mur vide, sombre et incertain, j'ai dessiné une fenêtre sur ce mur avec ce qu'il me restait de couleurs dans les poches puis j'ai ouvert la fenêtre et je me suis échappé.</span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Je ne sais pas si ma cavale sera de longue durée mais je sais qu'il m'a fallu dessiner une fenêtre pour m'évader.</span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9143308251960341044-8567201788983062174?l=frankeulry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06738910627379760914noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9143308251960341044.post-62603276999044816722009-02-08T23:27:00.000-08:002009-02-08T23:57:58.463-08:00...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9143308251960341044-6260327699904481672?l=frankeulry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06738910627379760914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9143308251960341044.post-50200432884760780832009-02-05T17:47:00.000-08:002009-02-05T18:46:18.582-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hPiw277Yul0/SYukQYSEVqI/AAAAAAAABLc/Wyur942_i4E/s1600-h/P1000812-pola.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hPiw277Yul0/SYukQYSEVqI/AAAAAAAABLc/Wyur942_i4E/s320/P1000812-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299509987834615458" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div>Derniers sacrements</div><div><br /></div>C'était tendre et ça fît mal</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Parce qu'il y avait la naïveté et la chair</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Et l'inconscience et l'envie</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Et l'insouciance et l'errance</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Quand la lame cisailla l'amer</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">L'âme s'écoula à la mer</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Pour cette fille au long corps alanguie</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">L'amour du bien c'était mal</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Et l'amour du mal c'était bien</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">La mort maintenant est dame de compagnie </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;font-size:18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Ses seins allaitent les galets doux</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Et son sang colore rouge ses cheveux roux</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Un filet noir maltraite sa peau verte</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Le varech se chargeant des visions indiscrètes</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;font-size:18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Du haut de la corniche les mouettes se marrent :</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">"Il fallait qu'elle jouisse au bord de la falaise cette conne !" </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;font-size:18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Son sourire bleu est une plaie d'où s'écoule l'amour</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;font-size:18px;">Et le ciel délavé dans ses yeux déborde pour toujours. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9143308251960341044-5020043288476078083?l=frankeulry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06738910627379760914noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9143308251960341044.post-75477501072417057492009-02-05T17:16:00.000-08:002009-10-16T10:26:05.022-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hPiw277Yul0/SYuVaaAt4CI/AAAAAAAABLU/59hSSZNpQss/s1600-h/DSCN2348paris10.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hPiw277Yul0/SYuVaaAt4CI/AAAAAAAABLU/59hSSZNpQss/s400/DSCN2348paris10.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299493667422986274" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Soit dit en passant dans le noir.</span></span></b></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Soit dit en passant sans te voir.</span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Soit dit en passant sans y croire.</span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Soit dit en passant près d'la gare</span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">du nord ou de l'est... Soit dit en passant.</span></span></b></span></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9143308251960341044-7547750107241705749?l=frankeulry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06738910627379760914noreply@blogger.com0