tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90320625200402355042011-09-03T10:30:55.769-07:00LA VÉRITABLE CRÉATION COMMENCE LÀ OÙ TERMINE LE LANGAGE.Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17543846627808569554noreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032062520040235504.post-21093119009603967022008-10-05T16:41:00.000-07:002008-10-05T17:00:52.683-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwSl15A26BQ/SOlRor-kTVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/zreOhNkRvGk/s1600-h/il+en+faut+peu+pouretre+heureux.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253820199746162002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px" height="328" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwSl15A26BQ/SOlRor-kTVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/zreOhNkRvGk/s400/il+en+faut+peu+pouretre+heureux.jpg" width="406" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;">Esoooooooo!! </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;">Eso si, es un placer indescriptible, y fui YO la que encontré este espacio privilegiado en una parte escondida de la isla... </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;">Lo que me impresionó no fue tanto la vista del mar que nada en el mundo podria sustítuir en un momento tan...intimo, </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;">sino el hecho de que uno lo puede compartir con su mejor amig@, con un pariente, </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;">o mejor aún, </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;">con un perfecto desconocido!</span></div><p align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;">Gracias a usted, señor, o ustedes, señores, por haber tenido una vista tan altruista en este momento.</span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;">Que Dios le(s) bendiga!</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032062520040235504-2109311900960396702?l=nj-akj.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17543846627808569554noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032062520040235504.post-59737468712174202902008-10-02T18:33:00.000-07:002008-10-02T19:30:00.202-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwSl15A26BQ/SOV3VqNwFqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/3zhgqCrPNP8/s1600-h/%C3%91AM.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252735754390476450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwSl15A26BQ/SOV3VqNwFqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/3zhgqCrPNP8/s320/%C3%91AM.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ffff99;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Qui suis-je ?</span> </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ffff99;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Où vais-je ?</span> </span></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff99;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff99;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff99;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;">Qu'est-ce qu'on mange </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff99;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;">à midi ?</span><br /><br /></div></span><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff99;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff99;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff99;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;"></span> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;">La<span style="font-size:130%;"> gastronomie</span> est l'art </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;">d'utiliser la <span style="font-size:130%;">nourriture</span> pour </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ffff99;">créer le <span style="font-size:180%;">bonheur.</span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032062520040235504-5973746871217420290?l=nj-akj.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17543846627808569554noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032062520040235504.post-8220653481746667302008-10-02T17:46:00.001-07:002008-10-02T18:23:41.878-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwSl15A26BQ/SOVxfK6YLhI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ejcw4EeBa_M/s1600-h/CAMARONES+EN+LA+PLAYA.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252729320716643858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwSl15A26BQ/SOVxfK6YLhI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ejcw4EeBa_M/s320/CAMARONES+EN+LA+PLAYA.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">La<span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">gourmandise</span> </strong>commence quand <span style="font-size:85%;">on n'a plus faim.</span><br /></span><br />[Alphonse Daudet]</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032062520040235504-822065348174666730?l=nj-akj.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17543846627808569554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032062520040235504.post-44179879297552779852008-10-02T17:46:00.000-07:002008-10-02T17:55:58.285-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwSl15A26BQ/SOVrs5Mw3XI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uxMBINQZKoc/s1600-h/INTERIOR+DE+CASA+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252722959410322802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwSl15A26BQ/SOVrs5Mw3XI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uxMBINQZKoc/s400/INTERIOR+DE+CASA+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="color:#663333;"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></span></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="color:#663333;"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></span></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="color:#663333;"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></span></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="color:#663333;"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></span></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="color:#663333;"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></span></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="color:#663333;"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></span></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="color:#663333;"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></span></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="color:#663333;"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></span></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="color:#663333;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Un réveil d'enfants, c'est une ouverture de fleurs.<br /></span><br />[Victor Hugo]</span></span></div><div><span style="color:#663333;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#663333;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#663333;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#663333;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#663333;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#663333;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#663333;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#663333;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#663333;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#663333;"></span> </div><div><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032062520040235504-4417987929755277985?l=nj-akj.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17543846627808569554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032062520040235504.post-65266500957889698322008-10-02T17:31:00.001-07:002008-10-02T17:46:50.782-07:00<p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwSl15A26BQ/SOVoEvZxNII/AAAAAAAAAD8/kgteVzosjuo/s1600-h/PLAYA+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252718971050865794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwSl15A26BQ/SOVoEvZxNII/AAAAAAAAAD8/kgteVzosjuo/s400/PLAYA+2.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">En matière d'amour physique, les textiles gênent plus aujourd'hui que les principes.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032062520040235504-6526650095788969832?l=nj-akj.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17543846627808569554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032062520040235504.post-29203926454819069992008-09-28T06:45:00.001-07:002008-09-28T07:22:53.265-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwSl15A26BQ/SN-SI_zg_pI/AAAAAAAAAC4/z8h54CP8II0/s1600-h/mi+pueblo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251076373801402002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 432px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="176" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwSl15A26BQ/SN-SI_zg_pI/AAAAAAAAAC4/z8h54CP8II0/s320/mi+pueblo.jpg" width="430" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;">Peu de gens vont aux Caraïbes pour apprendre à connaître </span></span></strong><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff00;"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;">la population locale et sa culture. </span></strong><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="color:#ffff00;">La curiosité ne dépasse pas toujours le désir de goûter le rhum des insulaires.</span></strong><br />[Björn Larsson]<br /></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032062520040235504-2920392645481906999?l=nj-akj.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17543846627808569554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032062520040235504.post-80760537597769979212008-09-28T06:33:00.000-07:002008-10-05T16:41:04.631-07:00<p align="left"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwSl15A26BQ/SN-H0sLRTlI/AAAAAAAAACg/Nv_o5I5MTPI/s1600-h/P1110299.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251065029818666578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="278" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwSl15A26BQ/SN-H0sLRTlI/AAAAAAAAACg/Nv_o5I5MTPI/s320/P1110299.jpg" width="320" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-size:180%;">A l'envers des nuages, il y a toujours un ciel.</span><br />[Mûhammad Al-Faytûry]</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-size:85%;">L'élève Hamlet :</span> <span style="font-size:180%;">être</span> ou <span style="font-size:180%;">ne pas être</span> <span style="font-size:130%;">dans les nuages !</span><br />[Jacques Prévert]<br /></span></span></div><div align="right"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Le<strong> </strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>soleil</strong> </span>est souvent obscurci par les <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>nuages</strong></span> et la <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>raison</strong></span> par les <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>passions</strong></span>.</span><br />[Démophile]</span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Tout nuage n'enfante pas une tempête.</strong></span><br />[William Shakespeare]</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032062520040235504-8076053759776997921?l=nj-akj.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17543846627808569554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032062520040235504.post-54658912059684112992008-09-27T06:38:00.000-07:002008-09-27T07:17:22.481-07:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250702532332580578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 391px" height="341" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwSl15A26BQ/SN4-IjztbuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/U3l2Y8ITEyg/s320/art.jpg" width="240" border="0" /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#66ffff;">Il était une feuille avec ses lignes</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">Ligne de vie</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">Ligne de chance</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">Ligne de cœur </span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">Il était une branche au bout de la feuille</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">Ligne fourchue, signe de vie</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">Signe de chance</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">Signe de cœur</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">Il était un arbre au bout de la branche</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">Un arbre digne de vie</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">Digne de chance </span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">Digne de cœur</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">Cœur gravé, percé, transpercé</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">Un arbre que nul jamais ne vit</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">Il était des racines au bout de l'arbre</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">Racines vignes de vie</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">Vignes de chance</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">Vignes de coeur</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">Au bout des racines il était la terre</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">La terre tout court</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">La terre toute ronde</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">La terre toute seule au travers du ciel </span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">La terre</span><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;">Robert Desnos</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032062520040235504-5465891205968411299?l=nj-akj.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17543846627808569554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032062520040235504.post-14834985901564874692008-09-27T06:23:00.000-07:002008-09-27T06:30:26.122-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwSl15A26BQ/SN40anZnMhI/AAAAAAAAAB4/gaI62-8YDzA/s1600-h/Haiti+paint.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250691847418229266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwSl15A26BQ/SN40anZnMhI/AAAAAAAAAB4/gaI62-8YDzA/s320/Haiti+paint.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">En Afrique, un ancien qui meurt, c'est une bibliothèque qui brûle.</span><br />[Amadou Hampâté Bâ]<br /><br /><div align="right"><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">L'homme, blanc en Europe, noir en Afrique, jaune en Asie, et rouge en Amérique, n'est que le même homme teint de la couleur du climat.</span><br />[George Louis Buffon]<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032062520040235504-1483498590156487469?l=nj-akj.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17543846627808569554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032062520040235504.post-61504147921479559942008-09-27T05:56:00.000-07:002008-09-27T06:06:54.735-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwSl15A26BQ/SN4uCmcCCgI/AAAAAAAAABI/TBQf2sLjx_g/s1600-h/Romeo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250684837773314562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwSl15A26BQ/SN4uCmcCCgI/AAAAAAAAABI/TBQf2sLjx_g/s320/Romeo.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><br /></strong><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Juliette</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">aurait-elle</span> aimé <span style="font-size:130%;">Roméo si Roméo avait eu</span> <span style="font-size:180%;">quatre incisives</span> <span style="font-size:180%;">manquantes</span>, un grand <span style="font-size:130%;">trou </span><span style="font-size:180%;">noir</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">au milieu ?</span></span></strong></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">[Albert Cohen]</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Un peu de chagrin</span> prouve <span style="font-size:130%;">beaucoup d'amour</span>, <span style="font-size:180%;">mais</span> <span style="font-size:130%;">beaucoup de chagrin</span> montre <span style="font-size:85%;">trop peu d'esprit.</span><br />[William Shakespeare]</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032062520040235504-6150414792147955994?l=nj-akj.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17543846627808569554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032062520040235504.post-4715498884579150942008-09-27T04:48:00.000-07:002008-09-27T05:56:08.497-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwSl15A26BQ/SN4pMF7i3jI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1sXjI241gQA/s1600-h/relampagos+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250679503287672370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwSl15A26BQ/SN4pMF7i3jI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1sXjI241gQA/s400/relampagos+2.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><em>La pensée n'est qu'un éclair au milieu de la nuit. Mais c'est cet éclair qui est tout.</em> </span></span><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;">[Henri Poincaré]</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><em></em></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><em>Mon plus beau jour est celui qui m'éclaire.</em><br />[Antoine Désaugiers]</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><em></em></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><em>Car le feu qui me brûle est celui qui m'éclaire.</em><br />[Etienne de La Boétie]</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc00;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><em>L'expérience n'est une lumière qui n'éclaire que soi-même.<br /></em>[Lao-Tseu]</span></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032062520040235504-471549888457915094?l=nj-akj.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17543846627808569554noreply@blogger.com0