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P2C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16190313454340016087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GbWlSfEbc/SeI0r5cbycI/AAAAAAAAAAo/tUk3lkjqhfk/S220/IMGP0213.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483071070197143243.post-53077271973648170</id><published>2009-12-21T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T09:15:11.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ODE AUX SCORPIONS</title><content type='html'>Scorpion,maître des enfers et de PLUTON&lt;br /&gt;Suscitant l'effroi comme admiration&lt;br /&gt;Tu semes la haine et la confusion&lt;br /&gt;Le zodiaque te met souvent en accusation&lt;br /&gt;Scorpion, signe de l'auto-destruction&lt;br /&gt;Trop extremiste dans tes implulsions&lt;br /&gt;Angoisses,pessimisme et contradictions&lt;br /&gt;Tes deux moteurs:violence et passion&lt;br /&gt;Scorpion, doué pour toutes les professions&lt;br /&gt;Ou tu braves la mort et la réincarnation&lt;br /&gt;Le cosmos, la psycho ou l'information&lt;br /&gt;Policier,psychiatre ou dons de guerisons&lt;br /&gt;Tu sais bien faire tourner les guéridons&lt;br /&gt;Scorpion crise de haine et de passion&lt;br /&gt;Tu vis l'amour comme possession&lt;br /&gt;Exclusif et absolu dans tes exaltation&lt;br /&gt;Jaloux tourmenté, tu crains à trahison&lt;br /&gt;Plutot crever que demander pardon&lt;br /&gt;Incisif,tu nous pique de ton aiguillon&lt;br /&gt;Tu joues avec nos nerfs à la perfection&lt;br /&gt;Mefie-toi Scorpion,dieu fera l'addition&lt;br /&gt;Toi le roi du buisness,et des machinations&lt;br /&gt;Tu seras peut être enterré au panthéon&lt;br /&gt;Tu finiras peut être tes jours en prison&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483071070197143243-53077271973648170?l=westhock--uylenspiegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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HEURES A REGARDER LA MER</title><content type='html'>Et je reste des heures à regarder la mer Le cœur abasourdi, les pensées de travers Et je ne comprends rien à ce triste univers Tout est couleur de pluie tout est couleur d'hiver Je suis ce fier bateau qu'on vit un jour partir Et qui n'en finit plus de ne plus revenir La mer a ses amants qui s'enivrent de vent La mer a ses amants qui se grisent à ses fêtes Qui ne me comprend pas ne comprend pas la mer Je n'aurai donc été en ce grand univers Qu'un de ces marins là qui vont en solitaires&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483071070197143243-3263440260392517483?l=westhock--uylenspiegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westhock--uylenspiegel.blogspot.com/feeds/3263440260392517483/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GbWlSfEbc/SeI0r5cbycI/AAAAAAAAAAo/tUk3lkjqhfk/S220/IMGP0213.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483071070197143243.post-1580723536566112973</id><published>2009-05-30T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T03:10:15.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POEME POUR LA FÊTE DES MERES</title><content type='html'>LE 18/05/2007 FETE DES MERES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  l’aurore, pour toi&lt;br /&gt;Ce  matin  j’ai cueilli ce bouquet de fleurs&lt;br /&gt;Fleur d’amour, de tendresse  de complicité&lt;br /&gt;A  toi ce matin, je te dirais&lt;br /&gt;Bonne  fête mon amour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  l’aurore, ce matin&lt;br /&gt;J’ai regardé ces fleurs, et j’ai pensé à toi&lt;br /&gt;J’ai cueilli au fond de mon cœur ces fleurs&lt;br /&gt;Fleur de mélancolie ,de tendresse, de tristesse,&lt;br /&gt;Mais aussi d’amour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A l’aurore ce matin&lt;br /&gt;J’ai regardé s’épanouir le reste de ces fleurs&lt;br /&gt;Pour  qu’elles vivent plus longtemps encore&lt;br /&gt;Fleur de bonheur, de joie  et d’amour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  l’aurore ce matin&lt;br /&gt;Au fond de mon cœur  je dirais simplement&lt;br /&gt;Bonne fête maman&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;GERARD  DELOMEZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483071070197143243-1580723536566112973?l=westhock--uylenspiegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westhock--uylenspiegel.blogspot.com/feeds/1580723536566112973/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westhock--uylenspiegel.blogspot.com/2009/05/poeme-pour-la-fete-des-meres.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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de nos amours ?</title><content type='html'>Je ne veux pas te parler de grandes choses, je veux te parler seulement de ce qui est presque invisible. Des respirations, des instants dont la lumière brille secrètement jamais se corrompre"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   que reste-t'il de nos amours  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="photo_gne_button sprite-zoom_grey" id="photo_gne_button_zoom" title="" style="WIDTH: 23px; CURSOR: hand" onclick="this.blur(); return false;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8414700@N03/1902937762/sizes/o/" title_off="Toutes les tailles" title_on="Toutes les tailles" isoff="0" isover="0" isdown="0" base_class_name="sprite-" base_name="zoom" tip_placement="undefined" tip_id="js_tooltip_1" p_id="1902937762" lock_down="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ce soir le vent qui frappe à ma porte  Me parle des amours mortes  Devant le feu qui s' éteint  Ce soir c'est une chanson d' automneDans la maison qui frissonneEt je pense aux jours lointains{Refrain:}Que reste-t-il de nos amoursQue reste-t-il de ces beaux joursUne photo, vieille photoDe ma jeunesseQue reste-t-il des billets douxDes mois d' avril, des rendez-vousUn souvenir qui me poursuitSans cesse+Bonheur fané, cheveux au ventBaisers volés, rêves mouvantsQue reste-t-il de tout celaDites-le-moi+Un petit village, un vieux clocherUn paysage si bien cachéEt dans un nuage le cher visageDe mon passéLes mots les mots tendres qu'on murmureLes caresses les plus puresLes serments au fond des boisLes fleurs qu'on retrouve dans un livreDont le parfum vous enivreSe sont envolés pourquoi?{au Refrain}Charles Trenet Que reste-t-il de nos amours ?Paroles et Musique: Charles Trenet 1942© Editions Raoul Bretonautres interprètes: Dalida (1972), Patrick Bruel (2002)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483071070197143243-3084119248232119833?l=westhock--uylenspiegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westhock--uylenspiegel.blogspot.com/feeds/3084119248232119833/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westhock--uylenspiegel.blogspot.com/2009/05/que-reste-til-de-nos-amours.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483071070197143243/posts/default/3084119248232119833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483071070197143243/posts/default/3084119248232119833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westhock--uylenspiegel.blogspot.com/2009/05/que-reste-til-de-nos-amours.html' title='Que reste t&apos;il de nos amours ?'/><author><name>((WESTHOCK-- UYLENSPIEGEL))TUESDAY--TAEM P2C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16190313454340016087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GbWlSfEbc/SeI0r5cbycI/AAAAAAAAAAo/tUk3lkjqhfk/S220/IMGP0213.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483071070197143243.post-116771406046152138</id><published>2009-05-29T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T08:58:16.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GbWlSfEbc/SiAGCmdpA2I/AAAAAAAAAGU/al8p7A8CP1g/s1600-h/coucher+de+soleil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341275799815783266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GbWlSfEbc/SiAGCmdpA2I/AAAAAAAAAGU/al8p7A8CP1g/s400/coucher+de+soleil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483071070197143243-116771406046152138?l=westhock--uylenspiegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westhock--uylenspiegel.blogspot.com/feeds/116771406046152138/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westhock--uylenspiegel.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483071070197143243/posts/default/116771406046152138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483071070197143243/posts/default/116771406046152138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westhock--uylenspiegel.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>((WESTHOCK-- UYLENSPIEGEL))TUESDAY--TAEM P2C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16190313454340016087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GbWlSfEbc/SeI0r5cbycI/AAAAAAAAAAo/tUk3lkjqhfk/S220/IMGP0213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GbWlSfEbc/SiAGCmdpA2I/AAAAAAAAAGU/al8p7A8CP1g/s72-c/coucher+de+soleil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483071070197143243.post-7109275212924382327</id><published>2009-05-29T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T08:54:31.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IMMEMORY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Que restera t'il lorsque l'oubli, sur la matière de nos vies, aura accompli son travail d'anéantissement ? De chaque existence subsisteront simplement quelques souvenirs et pour tous, identique, le même merveilleux malheur d'aimer, le sentiment immense d'être malgré tout vivant, la somme des quelques instants où se tient et s'efface toute la succession des jours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483071070197143243-7109275212924382327?l=westhock--uylenspiegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westhock--uylenspiegel.blogspot.com/feeds/7109275212924382327/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://westhock--uylenspiegel.blogspot.com/2009/05/immemory.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483071070197143243/posts/default/7109275212924382327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483071070197143243/posts/default/7109275212924382327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westhock--uylenspiegel.blogspot.com/2009/05/immemory.html' title='IMMEMORY'/><author><name>((WESTHOCK-- UYLENSPIEGEL))TUESDAY--TAEM P2C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16190313454340016087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GbWlSfEbc/SeI0r5cbycI/AAAAAAAAAAo/tUk3lkjqhfk/S220/IMGP0213.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
