tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-357807012011-12-24T05:40:41.347+01:00www.on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.comPenelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.comBlogger741100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-64168916012991428782008-01-25T06:24:00.000+01:002008-12-10T04:02:16.299+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/R5lz6x6jFSI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/uFmsy2BpiuU/s1600-h/Manifestation4oct2005-11.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159282301798126882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/R5lz6x6jFSI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/uFmsy2BpiuU/s400/Manifestation4oct2005-11.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/R5lzxh6jFRI/AAAAAAAAAnI/cIjr72b83gc/s1600-h/Manifestation4oct2005-07.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159282142884336914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/R5lzxh6jFRI/AAAAAAAAAnI/cIjr72b83gc/s320/Manifestation4oct2005-07.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/R5lzpR6jFQI/AAAAAAAAAnA/hlQnZqofCW8/s1600-h/Manifestation4oct2005-08.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159282001150416130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/R5lzpR6jFQI/AAAAAAAAAnA/hlQnZqofCW8/s320/Manifestation4oct2005-08.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/R5lzdR6jFPI/AAAAAAAAAm4/CIhPSzsgqGo/s1600-h/Manifestation4oct2005-00.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159281794991985906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/R5lzdR6jFPI/AAAAAAAAAm4/CIhPSzsgqGo/s400/Manifestation4oct2005-00.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/R5lzTR6jFOI/AAAAAAAAAmw/0PqNd2jzOvU/s1600-h/Manifestation4oct2005-12.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159281623193294050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/R5lzTR6jFOI/AAAAAAAAAmw/0PqNd2jzOvU/s320/Manifestation4oct2005-12.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/R5ly9h6jFNI/AAAAAAAAAmo/p39bwHvMGzA/s1600-h/Manifestation4oct2005-13.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159281249531139282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/R5ly9h6jFNI/AAAAAAAAAmo/p39bwHvMGzA/s320/Manifestation4oct2005-13.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/R5lywh6jFMI/AAAAAAAAAmg/KCwZFtBuCF8/s1600-h/Manifestation4oct2005-10.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159281026192839874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/R5lywh6jFMI/AAAAAAAAAmg/KCwZFtBuCF8/s400/Manifestation4oct2005-10.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;">Paris Manifeste...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-6416891601299142878?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-27501327993145113922008-01-17T05:42:00.000+01:002008-12-10T04:02:16.531+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/R47dWbz4OrI/AAAAAAAAAX8/lx0vVbLCqVQ/s1600-h/010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156302000878009010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/R47dWbz4OrI/AAAAAAAAAX8/lx0vVbLCqVQ/s400/010.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p align="center"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;">Paris-La Main d'oeuvre-Troupe Martinez-2005.</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-2750132799314511392?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-2564706507957628182008-01-15T07:02:00.001+01:002008-12-10T04:02:16.687+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/R4xMwLz4OhI/AAAAAAAAAWo/H9ujXROlpKY/s1600-h/Flutiste.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155580064120191506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/R4xMwLz4OhI/AAAAAAAAAWo/H9ujXROlpKY/s400/Flutiste.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;">Concert à la Main d'Oeuvre-Paris.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-256470650795762818?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-6795520375737011902008-01-14T06:38:00.001+01:002008-12-10T04:02:16.805+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/R4r1ZLz4OgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/F4uwQ_WlzS0/s1600-h/Enfants+jouant.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155202536494873090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/R4r1ZLz4OgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/F4uwQ_WlzS0/s400/Enfants+jouant.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"> Ecole de la rue-Camp Rom de Choisy-Leroy-Juillet 2001.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-679552037573701190?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-71383750315339543292008-01-13T10:39:00.001+01:002008-12-10T04:02:17.182+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/R4ncirz4OTI/AAAAAAAAAU0/efd4VpgqofY/s1600-h/Chat00.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154893736936225074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/R4ncirz4OTI/AAAAAAAAAU0/efd4VpgqofY/s400/Chat00.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;">Sieste Féline-Venise-Décembre 2007.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-7138375031533954329?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-63382342586168367072008-01-11T07:05:00.000+01:002008-12-10T04:02:17.363+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/R4cIBLz4OSI/AAAAAAAAAUs/8BQx5A93Slw/s1600-h/Les+courses06.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154097114992097570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/R4cIBLz4OSI/AAAAAAAAAUs/8BQx5A93Slw/s400/Les+courses06.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;">Marché aux Poissons-Venise-Décembre 2007.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-6338234258616836707?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-67710968773993754002008-01-10T07:11:00.000+01:002008-12-10T04:02:18.031+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/R4W3sLz4ORI/AAAAAAAAAUk/2y83I4iGCN4/s1600-h/Canal00.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153727318307911954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/R4W3sLz4ORI/AAAAAAAAAUk/2y83I4iGCN4/s400/Canal00.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;">Venise-Barques personnelles-Décembre 2007.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-6771096877399375400?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-36673406855793363492007-12-21T07:41:00.000+01:002008-12-10T04:02:18.171+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/R2tgxLz4OQI/AAAAAAAAAUc/LJbuWd9fgd0/s1600-h/Ny00.BMP"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146313397301164290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/R2tgxLz4OQI/AAAAAAAAAUc/LJbuWd9fgd0/s400/Ny00.BMP" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;">Etats Unis-New York-Février 1999.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-3667340685579336349?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-5091222020397995212007-12-18T07:04:00.000+01:002008-12-10T04:02:18.645+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/R2dkJbz4OPI/AAAAAAAAAUU/TmqRwIkev3g/s1600-h/VideatelierCrim%C3%A9D%C3%A9c2004+00.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145191212541032690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/R2dkJbz4OPI/AAAAAAAAAUU/TmqRwIkev3g/s200/VideatelierCrim%C3%A9D%C3%A9c2004+00.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;">Un pou une puce </span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;">Sur un tabouret </span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;">Qui se disputent </span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;">En jouant au piquet </span></div><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><div align="center"><br /></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;">La puce en colère </span></div><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><div align="center"><br /></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;">Lui tira les cheveux </span></div><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><div align="center"><br /></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;">Et lui dit : Mon vieux </span></div><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><div align="center"><br /></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;">Tu n'es qu'un pouilleux.</span></div><div align="left"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-509122202039799521?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-44493145377998055212007-12-13T06:00:00.000+01:002008-12-10T04:02:19.158+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/R2C8uyj1OOI/AAAAAAAAAT0/AuID_gGXDrM/s1600-h/022contour.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143318286489172194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/R2C8uyj1OOI/AAAAAAAAAT0/AuID_gGXDrM/s400/022contour.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;">Indonesie-Ile le Lombok-Fatigue-Février 2003.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-4449314537799805521?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-71481403005198652842007-12-08T07:09:00.000+01:002008-12-10T04:02:19.309+01:00<div align="right"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/R1o1wlFiSII/AAAAAAAAAPU/DBVAxv-EELE/s1600-h/Irak2003avr01.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141481033302165634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/R1o1wlFiSII/AAAAAAAAAPU/DBVAxv-EELE/s400/Irak2003avr01.gif" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;">Paris-Devant la Faculté La Sorbonne-Manifestation contre la guerre en Irak-2003.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-7148140300519865284?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-53412398166016057932007-12-07T07:47:00.001+01:002008-12-10T04:02:19.631+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/R1jsmVFiSHI/AAAAAAAAAPM/swQ3VeQJEwI/s1600-h/Goa-Sur+la+route-Vue00.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141119117882968178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/R1jsmVFiSHI/AAAAAAAAAPM/swQ3VeQJEwI/s400/Goa-Sur+la+route-Vue00.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"> Le Sud de Goa-Inde-Juillet 2007.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-5341239816601605793?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-61979202876170355342007-12-05T09:03:00.000+01:002008-12-10T04:02:21.517+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/R1ZcGlFiSGI/AAAAAAAAAPA/2n69zLFd7MM/s1600-h/009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140397292794300514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/R1ZcGlFiSGI/AAAAAAAAAPA/2n69zLFd7MM/s400/009.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;">Paris-La Main d'oeuvre-Troupe Martinez-2005.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-6197920287617035534?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-88564348149714311272007-12-04T06:42:00.000+01:002008-12-10T04:02:21.643+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/R1TpTVFiSFI/AAAAAAAAAO4/onxc9kjV01g/s1600-R/Jeux+de+plage.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139989593023727698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/R1TpTVFiSFI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Borfpm8Tyuk/s400/Jeux+de+plage.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;">Plage Bretonne-Avril 2005.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-8856434814971431127?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-66409678382669396542007-11-17T17:42:00.000+01:002008-12-10T04:02:22.237+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/Rz8cEXLMD_I/AAAAAAAAAN8/8IO_UEqrLh4/s1600-h/01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133852961491652594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/Rz8cEXLMD_I/AAAAAAAAAN8/8IO_UEqrLh4/s400/01.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/Rz8b6HLMD-I/AAAAAAAAAN0/PKPIjgbscZw/s1600-h/00.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133852785397993442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/Rz8b6HLMD-I/AAAAAAAAAN0/PKPIjgbscZw/s400/00.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;">Inde-Dormeurs de la rue-Juillet Aout 2007.</span><br /></span><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/Rz8bMnLMD9I/AAAAAAAAANs/LS8CpzZ7BYA/s1600-h/02.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133852003713945554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/Rz8bMnLMD9I/AAAAAAAAANs/LS8CpzZ7BYA/s400/02.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-6640967838266939654?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-60268044418483967882007-10-23T06:42:00.000+02:002008-12-10T04:02:22.838+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/Rx18KD0YYxI/AAAAAAAAAKw/PAm2rQrQ1i8/s1600-h/Puri-Au+bord+du+lac+Chilica07.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124388463283036946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/Rx18KD0YYxI/AAAAAAAAAKw/PAm2rQrQ1i8/s400/Puri-Au+bord+du+lac+Chilica07.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;">Inde-Région de l'Orissa-Lac Chilica-Juillet/Aout 2007.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-6026804441848396788?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-28990080884566775082007-10-23T06:33:00.000+02:002008-12-10T04:02:22.972+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/Rx16az0YYwI/AAAAAAAAAKo/IVZqSTMhEt0/s1600-h/Clown+%C3%A0+trompette.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124386552022590210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/Rx16az0YYwI/AAAAAAAAAKo/IVZqSTMhEt0/s400/Clown+%C3%A0+trompette.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;">Paris-Parc de Belleville-Concours de jonglerie-Mai 2005.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-2899008088456677508?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-53435480958723476372007-10-20T17:57:00.000+02:002008-12-10T04:02:23.155+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/RxomuD0YYaI/AAAAAAAAAHs/0yJ704eYwUI/s1600-h/677.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123450098828206498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/RxomuD0YYaI/AAAAAAAAAHs/0yJ704eYwUI/s400/677.bmp" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"><strong>Jardins ouvriers de la ville d'Ivry-sur-seine-Octobre 2004</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-5343548095872347637?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-44662756902356476602007-10-08T07:00:00.000+02:002008-12-10T04:02:23.359+01:00<span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;">Indes-Hampi-Le loueur de velos-Juillet/Aout 2007</span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/Rwm535J2PtI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Bwve-V82yFk/s1600-h/Blog01.jpg"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118826821369347794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/Rwm535J2PtI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Bwve-V82yFk/s400/Blog01.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-4466275690235647660?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-28981404193805024312007-10-07T21:24:00.000+02:002008-12-10T04:02:23.604+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/RwkyyJJ2PsI/AAAAAAAAAEg/kvD0UAc_4zo/s1600-h/Blog00.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118678288515350210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/RwkyyJJ2PsI/AAAAAAAAAEg/kvD0UAc_4zo/s400/Blog00.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffcccc;"> <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Inde-Puri (Région de l'Orissa)-Juillet/Aout 2007</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-2898140419380502431?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-71815906487404681002007-10-02T07:10:00.000+02:002008-12-10T04:02:23.885+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/RwHTUjJtp9I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/VklRQD8XguM/s1600-h/Louvre.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116603001656420306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="284" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/RwHTUjJtp9I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/VklRQD8XguM/s400/Louvre.jpg" width="430" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#ffccff;"> <span style="font-size:85%;">Autour du Louvre-Paris-juin 2006.</span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-7181590648740468100?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-70140940287670069272007-09-13T07:31:00.000+02:002008-12-10T04:02:24.089+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/RujLyOxfGPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ZvU7b66ha4g/s1600-h/Caravane+pour+la+paix01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109557841071380722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/RujLyOxfGPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ZvU7b66ha4g/s400/Caravane+pour+la+paix01.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;">Manif pour les sans papiers-BLD de Menilmontant-Juin 2006.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-7014094028767006927?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-5846853216534502742007-09-11T06:54:00.000+02:002008-12-10T04:02:24.264+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/RuYf1aeoQ9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/39WGYQizN7U/s1600-h/Yemessi01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108805829799723986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/RuYf1aeoQ9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/39WGYQizN7U/s400/Yemessi01.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;">Yéméssi-Vitry-sur-seine-1990.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-584685321653450274?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-48218787663317291562007-09-03T06:26:00.000+02:002008-12-10T04:02:24.427+01:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Sur le lit étalé en patchwork</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">L'essentiel de ma garde robe, bien !</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Tout est lavé, essoré, séché, repassé</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Me voilà prêt pour le jour J du lendemain</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">En finissant d'boucler mes bagages</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Mon stylo quatre couleurs mon taille-crayons mappe monde</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Je calcule sur une Texas Instruments</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Combien font 24h en secondes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Mais non j'ai pas peur !</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">J'aime pas les rentrées, c'est tout.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Je retrouve en faisant mon sac</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Un vieux bulletin qu'j'avais caché</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Je me souviendrai toujours des phalanges de mon père</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Quand je lui ai dit : « ils sont en retard cette année ! »</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Résultats faibles doit poursuivre les efforts élève absent même quand il est la !</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Il paraîtrait que cette année ce soit plus dur encore</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Mais alors... c'est tous les ans ou quoi !</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Un nouveau monde s'ouvre à mes yeux</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Encore une année qui passe</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Appréhension, cafard et trouille bleue</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">C'est la rentrée des classes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Je touche du bois, je croise les doigts</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Pour avoir un prof principal sain d'esprit</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Un emploi du temps sympa</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Qui commencerait mardi et finirait ... mardi !</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">C'est décidé je mettrai dès demain</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Fin à mes jours si cette année aussi</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Je retrouve ce psychopathe de Martineau</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">En histoire et géographie</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Mais non j'ai pas peur</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">J'aime pas qu'on me presse, c'est tout</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Le compte a rebours est lancé, je m'en remets au ciel</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Allez quoi s'il vous plait, juste un tremblement de terre</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Que les secours débarquent et me lancent une échelle</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Par pitié emmenez-moi dans votre hélicoptère</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Apres 300 tours sur moi-même je m'endors je rêve et je délire</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">J'arrive au collège en chaussons, y a pas mon nom sur les listes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Martineau me poursuit, j'arrive pas à courir !</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Un nouveau monde s'ouvre à mes yeux</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Encore une année qui passe</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Appréhension, cafard et trouille bleue</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">C'est la rentrée des classes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Devant l'alignement militaire des cartables</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Se dessine la silhouette des gardiens du ghetto</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Les professeurs pactisent avec le diable</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">La preuve en est qui sont chaussés Méphisto</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">L'un d'entre eux celui au regard sombre</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">S'avance doucement vers moi, on dirait Lucifer</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Il est tellement grand qu'y fait froid dans son ombre</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">"Dites donc, n'en faites pas un peu trop, Aldebert ?"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">"Si peu monsieur Martineau, si peu..."</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/RtuNo6eoQ8I/AAAAAAAAADw/5hEVZizC_14/s1600-h/Enfants02.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105830336586597314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/RtuNo6eoQ8I/AAAAAAAAADw/5hEVZizC_14/s400/Enfants02.bmp" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffcccc;"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Ecole Joliot-Curie A-Ivry sur Seine-Mai 2005</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-4821878766331729156?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-55155853607168836442007-07-16T14:50:00.000+02:002008-12-10T04:02:24.624+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/RptpyvdDUCI/AAAAAAAAADo/59uxWiFFqUI/s1600-h/arbre07.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087776524497801250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/RptpyvdDUCI/AAAAAAAAADo/59uxWiFFqUI/s400/arbre07.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;">Cour de photographie au centre St Eloi-Paris XIIeme-Septembre 2006<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-5515585360716883644?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-8484498611413963362007-07-04T19:47:00.001+02:002008-12-10T04:02:25.454+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/RovdZt2aoiI/AAAAAAAAADU/oIT0DsSgbdQ/s1600-h/metaphore00.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083400038292038178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/RovdZt2aoiI/AAAAAAAAADU/oIT0DsSgbdQ/s400/metaphore00.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;">Métaphore le chat grognon-Paris 2007.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-848449861141396336?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-51855248979320548022007-07-04T19:41:00.000+02:002008-12-10T04:02:26.630+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/RovcEt2aohI/AAAAAAAAADM/Cnf5vEYTXQI/s1600-h/J%C3%A9r%C3%A9mi.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083398578003157522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/RovcEt2aohI/AAAAAAAAADM/Cnf5vEYTXQI/s400/J%C3%A9r%C3%A9mi.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;">Ateliers de Reuilly-Paris 12ème-Septembre 2005.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-5185524897932054802?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-78093154439553177492007-06-17T12:20:00.001+02:002008-12-10T04:02:26.868+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/RnULHZwTqHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OTvzMH8OzOA/s1600-h/Montmartre-Basilique01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076976376730593394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/RnULHZwTqHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OTvzMH8OzOA/s400/Montmartre-Basilique01.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"><strong>Butte Montmartre-Basilique- Juin 2007</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-7809315443955317749?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-10863563116226524342007-06-16T17:35:00.001+02:002008-12-10T04:02:27.657+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/RnQDeZwTqGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/RrSlLIUVXd4/s1600-h/Clowns-Second+tour+Presidentiel+2007-02.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076686500797851746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/RnQDeZwTqGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/RrSlLIUVXd4/s400/Clowns-Second+tour+Presidentiel+2007-02.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"> <span style="color:#ffffcc;">Concert "Clowns en colère"- Soir du Second tour des Présedentielles-Juin 2007</span><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-1086356311622652434?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-15510795883923245712007-05-20T01:11:00.000+02:002008-12-10T04:02:27.821+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/Rk-EQ-Tjz7I/AAAAAAAAACs/yi6DuB8nLhU/s1600-h/Bouteilles+au+St%C3%A9nop%C3%A9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066413532952907698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/Rk-EQ-Tjz7I/AAAAAAAAACs/yi6DuB8nLhU/s400/Bouteilles+au+St%C3%A9nop%C3%A9.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-1551079588392324571?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-36670063219519572602007-05-10T05:31:00.000+02:002008-12-10T04:02:28.086+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/RkKSoX75yTI/AAAAAAAAACk/4dgyQOloKZo/s1600-h/007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062770153435547954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/RkKSoX75yTI/AAAAAAAAACk/4dgyQOloKZo/s400/007.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffccff;"> <span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">Paris-Quartier de la Bastille-Marché d'Aligre-Octobre 2006.</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-3667006321951957260?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-76265469494796607882007-05-10T05:26:00.000+02:002008-12-10T04:02:28.724+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/RkKRTX75ySI/AAAAAAAAACc/toZ1Do34WgQ/s1600-h/Nature07.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062768693146667298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/RkKRTX75ySI/AAAAAAAAACc/toZ1Do34WgQ/s400/Nature07.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/RkKRI375yRI/AAAAAAAAACU/CLr8G2uVgLw/s1600-h/Nature08.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062768512758040850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/RkKRI375yRI/AAAAAAAAACU/CLr8G2uVgLw/s400/Nature08.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"> Corse-Plage de Porto V-Aout 2006.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-7626546949479660788?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-82452941225286694782007-05-08T13:00:00.000+02:002008-12-10T04:02:29.060+01:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"><strong>Paris-Bar La Java-Association la Courneuve-Février 2005.</strong></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/RkBYyH75yQI/AAAAAAAAACM/8eM-AVCzLjg/s1600-h/La+Java-Danse+Africaine.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062143599311440130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/RkBYyH75yQI/AAAAAAAAACM/8eM-AVCzLjg/s400/La+Java-Danse+Africaine.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-8245294122528669478?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-81455560745508208292007-05-07T21:21:00.000+02:002008-12-10T04:02:30.841+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/Rj9-Gn75yPI/AAAAAAAAACE/0z3PHkX8d1c/s1600-h/GP16.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061903158452275442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/Rj9-Gn75yPI/AAAAAAAAACE/0z3PHkX8d1c/s400/GP16.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/Rj9-BH75yOI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Esjg6Xag7i8/s1600-h/GP15.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061903063962994914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/Rj9-BH75yOI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Esjg6Xag7i8/s400/GP15.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/Rj991X75yNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/HyZdnJBd2jU/s1600-h/GP11.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061902862099531986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/Rj991X75yNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/HyZdnJBd2jU/s400/GP11.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/Rj99sn75yMI/AAAAAAAAABs/_7rezhS6-E0/s1600-h/GP10.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061902711775676610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/Rj99sn75yMI/AAAAAAAAABs/_7rezhS6-E0/s400/GP10.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/Rj99hn75yLI/AAAAAAAAABk/W0n0aGU38t8/s1600-h/GP07.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061902522797115570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/Rj99hn75yLI/AAAAAAAAABk/W0n0aGU38t8/s400/GP07.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/Rj99W375yKI/AAAAAAAAABc/bpL9n-R7WSk/s1600-h/GP04.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061902338113521826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/Rj99W375yKI/AAAAAAAAABc/bpL9n-R7WSk/s400/GP04.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/Rj99PX75yJI/AAAAAAAAABU/0M6wMv_NR1s/s1600-h/GP12.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061902209264502930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/Rj99PX75yJI/AAAAAAAAABU/0M6wMv_NR1s/s400/GP12.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/Rj99CH75yII/AAAAAAAAABM/aq3WzTNzkwY/s1600-h/GP06.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061901981631236226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/Rj99CH75yII/AAAAAAAAABM/aq3WzTNzkwY/s400/GP06.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;">Paris-Grand Palais-Le grand répertoire-Eté 2006.</span></div></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div></div><div><div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-8145556074550820829?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-50780718808371461812007-05-07T07:08:00.000+02:002008-12-10T04:02:31.073+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/Rj60z375yHI/AAAAAAAAABE/MODUpP2GuVg/s1600-h/Portrait+N%26B-Sur+l%27ile+de+Re00.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061681834492545138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/Rj60z375yHI/AAAAAAAAABE/MODUpP2GuVg/s400/Portrait+N%26B-Sur+l%27ile+de+Re00.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;">Portrait d'un Normand-Jean Charles-Ile de Ré-Juillet 2006.</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-5078071880837146181?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-88382672875910212172007-05-06T12:05:00.000+02:002008-12-10T04:02:31.571+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/Rj2te375yGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/09GT1CILFyw/s1600-h/Fillette00.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061392302157187170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/Rj2te375yGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/09GT1CILFyw/s320/Fillette00.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/Rj2tAn75yFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/mu09bGg4KEI/s1600-h/Etonnement.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061391782466144338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/Rj2tAn75yFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/mu09bGg4KEI/s320/Etonnement.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"></span></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/Rj2rlH75yEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ylQ0uGuSz2o/s1600-h/Dragon+Ecolo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061390210508113986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/Rj2rlH75yEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ylQ0uGuSz2o/s400/Dragon+Ecolo.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;">Jardins des plantes... Le dragon écolo...</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-8838267287591021217?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-57673062046247048662007-05-02T07:55:00.000+02:002008-12-10T04:02:31.938+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/RjgoJ375yDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rPIzGknJBRY/s1600-h/002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059838331449886770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/RjgoJ375yDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rPIzGknJBRY/s400/002.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffccff;"> Paris-Quai de la gare-Clowns débutants-Oct 2005.<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-5767306204624704866?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-24965135955855745392007-03-11T13:34:00.000+01:002008-12-10T04:02:32.091+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/RfP36miLxYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uxWpz2zXg9E/s1600-h/Brocante+Oct2005-11.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040644994106115458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/RfP36miLxYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uxWpz2zXg9E/s400/Brocante+Oct2005-11.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffcccc;"> Le petit Chineur de la Brocante de Picpus (Paris-Mai 2006)</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-2496513595585574539?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-35929818002118445632006-12-02T18:37:00.000+01:002008-12-10T04:02:32.171+01:00<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/RXG6cXnLlJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YLyFxW8kkio/s1600-h/App0026.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5003985657522787474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4hARXPbxWQ/RXG6cXnLlJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YLyFxW8kkio/s400/App0026.bmp" border="0" /></a><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,255);font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">France-Marseille</span></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-3592981800211844563?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-32266624565148020962006-11-30T07:48:00.000+01:002007-05-08T12:54:52.634+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6237/4367/1600/494008/App0021.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6237/4367/400/171742/App0021.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;">France-Avignon-Derriere les murs de l'enceinte-Avril 2003.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-3226662456514802096?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-66986981455536450942006-11-29T14:47:00.000+01:002007-05-08T12:55:02.232+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6237/4367/1600/638384/App0016.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6237/4367/400/668156/App0016.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"> France-Avignon-Mur de l'enceinte-Avril 2003.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-6698698145553645094?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-55786444313679565362006-11-21T18:16:00.000+01:002007-05-08T12:55:44.045+02:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6237/4367/1600/84954/Chanteur.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="273" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6237/4367/400/790607/Chanteur.jpg" width="386" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;">France-Paris-St Ouen-La main d'oeuvre.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-5578644431367956536?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-46602641261405707112006-11-21T18:07:00.000+01:002007-05-08T12:55:35.898+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6237/4367/1600/929995/JazzMan.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6237/4367/400/778804/JazzMan.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"><strong>Etats-Unis - Nouvelle Orléans - JazzMan.</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-4660264126140570711?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-15657617233861028142006-11-21T17:58:00.000+01:002007-05-08T12:55:53.147+02:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6237/4367/1600/511497/Clown%20qui%20se%20prepare.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6237/4367/400/507812/Clown%20qui%20se%20prepare.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Clown en préparation-France-Paris-Quatier Alexandre Dumas-Septembre 2005.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-1565761723386102814?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-43405398051423112902006-11-20T21:40:00.000+01:002007-06-17T12:48:30.974+02:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6237/4367/1600/642358/March?"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6237/4367/400/123169/March%3F%20LaChapelle-Les%20Cageaux.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6237/4367/1600/119348/March?"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6237/4367/400/407341/March%3F%20LaChapelle-La%20Dame%20aux%20Cageaux.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6237/4367/1600/7096/March?"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6237/4367/400/889979/March%3F%20LaChapelle-B%3Fb%3F%20Regarde.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;">France-Paris-Quartier La Chapelle-Novembre 2006.</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-4340539805142311290?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-47613284481663681312006-11-20T07:18:00.000+01:002006-11-20T07:29:11.201+01:00<div align="center"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6237/4367/400/96047/012.jpg" border="0" /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6237/4367/400/483308/004.jpg" border="0" /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6237/4367/400/749252/002.jpg" border="0" /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6237/4367/400/31005/005.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;">France-Paris-Quartier Bastille-Marché d'Aligre-Novembre 2005.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-4761328448166368131?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-40759739363003181922006-11-19T20:32:00.000+01:002006-11-19T20:38:18.564+01:00<div align="center"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6237/4367/400/102926/Cezais-ArbreduParc.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;">France-Vendée-Ville de Cezais-Le Grand Pin Majestueux </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-4075973936300318192?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-11061876759898842962006-11-19T09:03:00.000+01:002006-11-19T20:40:14.890+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6237/4367/1600/480562/Si?ste001R?veil.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6237/4367/400/153529/Si%3Fste001R%3Fveil.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-1106187675989884296?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-19307389375627442892006-11-16T07:34:00.000+01:002006-11-16T07:38:06.851+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6237/4367/1600/02A.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6237/4367/400/02A.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;">Indienne-Divan du Monde-Paris</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-1930738937562744289?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-11646012526791218232006-11-13T07:59:00.000+01:002007-05-08T12:59:50.430+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6237/4367/1600/Rien%20devant.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6237/4367/400/Rien%20devant.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"><strong> Baie de Quiberon<br /></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-1164601252679121823?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-58003470049834579292006-11-07T17:02:00.000+01:002007-05-08T12:59:24.339+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6237/4367/1600/Le%20chat%20noir.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6237/4367/400/Le%20chat%20noir.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;">Rue Oberkampf-Le Chat Noir</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-5800347004983457929?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-18143719768026124272006-11-07T16:59:00.000+01:002007-05-08T12:59:12.410+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6237/4367/1600/Urbanisme03.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6237/4367/400/Urbanisme03.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;">Boulevard de Reuilly-Au bas de la plantée verte</span><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-1814371976802612427?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-45438320366028843722006-11-07T07:35:00.000+01:002007-05-08T12:58:57.450+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6237/4367/1600/Urbanisme02.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6237/4367/400/Urbanisme02.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;">Sur la Plantée verte qui va de la Porte de Picpus à la Bastille-A droite le commissariat.<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-4543832036602884372?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-18470091056710175762006-11-07T07:26:00.000+01:002007-05-08T12:58:43.367+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6237/4367/1600/Louvre.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6237/4367/400/Louvre.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;">Musée du Louvre-A l'interieur de la pyramide</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-1847009105671017576?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-81749336701747385922006-11-06T07:44:00.000+01:002006-11-19T20:40:31.994+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6237/4367/1600/Soir?e00.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6237/4367/400/Soir%3Fe00.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"><strong> -Soirée Parisienne-<br /></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-8174933670174738592?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-22167735235998258492006-11-05T19:34:00.000+01:002006-11-05T19:38:13.196+01:00<div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"><strong>Inde du Nord-Bénarès-Le Gange au levé du jour-Juillet 2003.</strong></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6237/4367/1600/32P2Inde-Benares-Gange08.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6237/4367/400/32P2Inde-Benares-Gange08.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;">Je ne suis qu’une poussière dans l’avancée triomphante de l’histoire. Je ne suis qu’un membre, actif, d’un ensemble d’individus qui s’inscrivent dans l’évolution d’une société toute entière. Les Terriens.<br />Quoique que je dise ou je pense, ma vie s’effrite petit à petit pour céder sa place à un millier de vies supplémentaires, qui à leurs tours seront les écrous indispensables à la machine Vie.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-2216773523599825849?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-73084985008997145212006-10-26T14:28:00.000+02:002007-07-04T19:47:25.097+02:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6237/4367/1600/Th?mis07.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6237/4367/400/Th%3Fmis07.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><br /><div align="left"><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">Mon chat-Thémis-2004.</span></div><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"><div align="left"><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"><span style="color:#cccccc;">Viens, mon beau chat, sur mon coeur amoureux ;</span> </span></div><div align="left"><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"><span style="color:#cccccc;">Retiens les griffes de ta patte</span>, </span></div><div align="left"><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"><span style="color:#cccccc;">Et laisse moi plonger dans tes beaux yeux,</span> </span></div><div align="left"><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"><span style="color:#cccccc;">Mêlés de métal et d'agate.<br />Lorsque mes doigts caressent à loisir Ta tête et ton dos élastique,</span> </span></div><div align="left"><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6237/4367/1600/Th?mis05.jpg"><span style="color:#000000;"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6237/4367/400/Th%3Fmis05.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ccccff;">Et que ma main s'enivre du plaisir </span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"><span style="color:#cccccc;">De palper ton corps électrique,</span><br /><strong><span style="color:#cccccc;">Je vois ma femme en esprit. </span></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"><strong><em><span style="color:#cccccc;">Son regard,</span> </em></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"><strong><em><span style="color:#cccccc;">Comme le tien, aimable bête,</span></em> </strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"><strong><span style="color:#cccccc;">Profond et froid, coupe et fend comme un dard,<br />Et, des pieds jusques à la tête,</span></strong> </span></div><div align="left"><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"><span style="color:#cccccc;">Un air subtil, un dangereux parfum, Nagent autour de son corps brun.</span><br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"><span style="color:#ccccff;">Charles Baudelaire</span><br /></span></div></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6237/4367/1600/Th?mis00.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6237/4367/400/Th%3Fmis00.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-7308498500899714521?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-42215956737644579342006-10-26T14:24:00.000+02:002007-05-08T12:53:43.454+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6237/4367/1600/Coiffe%20Africaine.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6237/4367/400/Coiffe%20Africaine.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ff99ff;"> Coiffe Africaine-Thiais-2002.</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-4221595673764457934?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-1161377193768432462006-10-20T22:16:00.000+02:002007-05-08T12:58:17.152+02:00<div align="center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)">« <strong>Gens du monde</strong> »... <img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/320/07Gbafo-Bill.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204);font-size:78%;" >Bénin-Bill</span></div><div align="center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)">Recueil de rencontres faites ici et ailleurs. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)">Rencontres de personnes... qui me communiquent leur regard sur leur monde... qui me permettent de changer, d’évoluer et de m’ouvrir au monde. <img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/320/Mauritanie24.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204);font-size:78%;" >Mauritanie</span></div><div align="left"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)">« <strong>Gens</strong> », terme si collectif et si indéfini. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)">« <strong>Gens</strong> », un mot assez effrayant. </span></div><div align="right"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)">Il a comme synonyme « <strong>monde</strong> ». </span></div><div align="right"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)">Le monde, la foule, les autres. </span></div><div align="right"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)">« <strong>Le monde est impitoyable</strong> », </span></div><div align="center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)">expression qui signifie donc que les gens sont impitoyables. </span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)">« <strong>La vie est belle, c’est le monde qui est impitoyable</strong> ». </span></div><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/320/Train03.jpg" border="0" /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204);font-size:78%;" >Bénin-Gare de Cotonou</span></p><p><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)">Chacun dans son regard, dans les traits de son visage traduit la dureté de notre monde. </span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)">D’autres traits, d’autres regards nous prouvent à quel point la vie peut être belle malgré les difficultés, les brutalités, l’austérité. </span></p><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/1600/012.1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 322px; HEIGHT: 201px" height="245" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/320/012.jpg" width="381" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Beaucoup résistent et sortent endurcies mais heureux d’être en vie.<br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204);font-size:78%;" >Indonésie-Ile Lombok</span></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)">Et puis il y a ceux que le monde n’a pas encore abîmés. </span></div><div align="right"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/320/013.0.jpg" border="0" /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)">La vie est encore belle et pleine de possibilités. </span></div><div align="right"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)">Les rêves se lisent dans leurs traits. </span></div><div align="right"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)">Les rêves se lisent dans leurs regards. </span></div><div align="right"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)">Les rêves se lisent dans leurs sourires…</span></div><div align="right"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"></span></div><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)">C’est un élan vers l’objectif… vers leurs propres objectifs.</span> <img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/320/15-049.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204);font-size:78%;" >Indonésie-Ile de Lombok</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-116137719376843246?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-1161180560433827582006-10-18T16:06:00.000+02:002007-05-08T12:58:03.436+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/1600/0021.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/400/0021.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#ff99ff;">Californie-Octobre 2005.<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-116118056043382758?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-1161180275345677272006-10-18T15:54:00.000+02:002007-05-08T12:57:49.801+02:00<div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/1600/0034.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/400/0034.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#ffccff;">Californie-Route pour le desert de Joshuatree-Octobre 2005.</span></div><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><div align="left"><br /></div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/400/0039.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></span><span style="color:#ffccff;">Grand Canyon-Octobre 2005.</span></p><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/400/0055.0.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><br /><span style="color:#ffccff;">Sur la route pour le grand Canyon-Octobre 2005.</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-116118027534567727?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-1161179508967342022006-10-18T15:48:00.000+02:002007-05-08T12:57:38.869+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/1600/0011.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/400/0011.0.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#ff99ff;">Californie-Desert de Joshuatree-Octobre 2005.</span></div><p><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></p><div align="center"><br /></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-116117950896734202?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-1161154399885086622006-10-18T08:47:00.000+02:002007-05-08T12:57:24.170+02:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/1600/0001.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 341px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" height="248" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/400/0001.jpg" width="368" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Enfin! seule! On n'entend plus que le roulement de quelques vagues qui s'affalent sur le sable. Pendant quelques heures, je possede le silence, sinon le repos. Enfin! la tyrannie de la face humaine a disparu, et je ne souffrirai plus que par moi-même. </span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;">Californie-Octobre 2005.</span></div><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-116115439988508662?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-1161022534487439742006-10-16T19:58:00.000+02:002007-06-17T12:40:34.223+02:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/1600/feu.2.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/400/feu.1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#ccccff;"><strong>Enivrez-vous</strong><br /></span></span><span style="color:#ccccff;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Il faut être toujours ivre. Tout est là: c'est l'unique question. Pour ne pas sentir l'horrible fardeau du Temps qui brise vos épaules et vous penche vers la terre, il faut vous enivrer sans trêve.<br />Mais de quoi? De vin, de poésie ou de vertu, à votre guise. Mais enivrez-vous.<br />Et si quelquefois, sur les marches d'un palais, sur l'herbe verte d'un fossé, dans la solitude morne de votre chambre, vous vous réveillez, l'ivresse déjà diminuée ou disparue, demandez au vent, à la vague, à l'étoile, à l'oiseau, à l'horloge, à tout ce qui fuit, à tout ce qui gémit, à tout ce qui roule, à tout ce qui chante, à tout ce qui parle, demandez quelle heure il est et le vent, la vague, l'étoile, l'oiseau, l'horloge, vous répondront: "Il est l'heure de s'enivrer! Pour n'être pas les esclaves martyrisés du Temps, enivrez-vous; enivrez-vous sans cesse! De vin, de poésie ou de vertu, à votre guise."</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Charles Baudelaire</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-116102253448743974?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-1160651307246246802006-10-12T13:03:00.000+02:002007-07-04T19:46:53.228+02:00<div align="left"><p align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/1600/66AInde-Varanasi00.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/400/66AInde-Varanasi00.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/1600/66AP9Inde-Varanasi00.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/400/66AP9Inde-Varanasi00.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/1600/Bucarest-parc01.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/400/Bucarest-parc01.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/1600/Bucarest-parc00.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/400/Bucarest-parc00.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/1600/Sieste01.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/400/Sieste01.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,204,204)"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/1600/Sieste00.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/400/Sieste00.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,204,204)"><br /></span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,204,204)"><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,204,204)"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/1600/Sieste04.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/400/Sieste04.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,204,204)"><br /></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/1600/Sieste05.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/400/Sieste05.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,204,204)"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/1600/Sieste06.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/400/Sieste06.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,204,204)"><br /></span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,204,204)"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/1600/Sieste07.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/400/Sieste07.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,204,204)"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/1600/Sieste03.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/400/Sieste03.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,204,204)"><br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,204,204)"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/1600/Sieste08.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/400/Sieste08.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,204,204)"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/1600/Sieste11.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/400/Sieste11.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,204,204)"><br /></span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,204,204)"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/1600/Macro10.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/400/Macro10.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,204,204)"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)">LE REVEIL </span></span><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)">p101 </span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,102)">Si tu m' appartenais (faisons ce rêve étrange ! ), je voudrais avant toi m' éveiller le matin pour m' accouder longtemps près de</span></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,102)"> ton s</span></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,102)">o</span></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,102)">mmeil d'ange, égal et murmurant comme un ruisseau lointain. J' irais à pas discrets cueillir de l' églantine, et, patient, rempli d' un silence joyeux, j'entr' ouvrirais tes mains, qui gardent ta poitrine, pour y glisser mes fleurs en te baisant les yeux. Et tes yeux étonnés reconnaît</span></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,102)">raien</span></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,102)">t la terre dans les choses où Dieu mit le plus de douceur, puis</span></span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)">tourneraient vers moi leur naissante lumière,tout pleins de mon offrande et tout pleins de ton coeur.</span></span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)">p102</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)">Oh ! Comprends ce qu' il souffre et </span><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)">se</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)">ns bien comme il aime, celui qui poserait, au lever du soleil, un bouquet, invisible encore, sur ton sein même, pour placer ton bonheur plus près de ton réveil! </span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)">"<em>Les solitudes</em>"-<span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>Sully P</strong></span></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>rudhomme</strong></span></span> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-116065130724624680?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-1160633140638067282006-10-12T07:52:00.000+02:002007-05-08T12:57:02.351+02:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/1600/Serie%202%20(14).jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/320/Serie%202%20%2814%29.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;">Je fais souvent ce reve étrange et pénétrant</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;">D'un homme inconnu, et que j'aime, et qui m'aime,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;">Et qui n'est, chaque fois, ni tout à fait le meme</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;">Ni tout à fait un autre, et m'aime et me comprend.</span><br /></strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#339999;">(Paul-Jean Toulet, <em>Les contrerimes</em>)<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-116063314063806728?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-1160596831880821532006-10-11T21:51:00.000+02:002006-10-20T22:58:40.205+02:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/1600/006.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/200/006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/1600/006a.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/200/006a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/1600/006aa.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/200/006aa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#339999;">Quand la réalité ne le contente plus, l'homme, par le rêve, lui échappe ; il se dessine, il poursuit à travers l'idéal un état meilleur. Et il a raison ; car cette réalité dont il souffre n'a rien de défini ; car ce n'est pas en vain qu'au-dessus de toute réalité l'esprit reste libre ; et pour que l'état meilleur devienne réalité à son tour, il faut que long-temps d'avance il ait été pressenti, espéré, conçu dans l'idéal, réalisé dans l'imagination. Le désir sous sa condition normale et légitime, se confond dans l'espérance. C'est l'une des forces fondamentales de la vie humaine. L'homme d'abord rêve donc faute de savoir la vie ; puis, quand il la sait, il rêve encore parce qu'il la sait, pour s'en consoler, pour suppléer à son insuffisance, pour la réparer. Mais le rêve désormais se distingue de la réalité et s'en sépare ; ou bien, s'il compte avec elle, il doit se restreindre, il n'est plus libre. Au fond, la réalité n'est point, comme il semble, hostile au rêve. Loin donc de l'étouffer, elle est bien plutôt son institutrice : c'est par son aide et en elle que le rêve s'instruit ; que sortant de cet été vague et indéterminé, de cet état embryonnaire où il n'est encore qu'un germe infini, mais qui ne saurait vivre, il se précise, il se développe dans ses membres, il s'organise en un monde viable et complet. Tout ce que veut la réalité, tout ce qu'elle peut, c'est de n'être pas méconnue ; il faut donc la reconnaître : en d'autres termes, il faut que le rêve s'en distingue, qu'il s'en sépare, ou plutôt que, la comprenant, il plane sur elle ; et c'est à quoi mènent tôt ou tard ses amères leçons.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-116059683188082153?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-1160595635460130792006-10-11T21:36:00.000+02:002006-10-20T22:58:40.151+02:00<div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccffff;">"Mieux vaux allumer des petites lumières que de se plaindre de l'obscurité".</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;">Lao Tseu</span><br /></div><span style="color:#66ffff;"></span><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/320/Bangkok12aaaa.jpg" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-116059563546013079?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-1160592346770147562006-10-11T20:37:00.000+02:002007-05-08T12:56:45.527+02:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/1600/Mauritanie13.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/400/Mauritanie13.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"> La vie, en fait, c'est un ensemble de murs épais et d'une élévation variable. C'est un logement entre quatre murailles, dénué de tout, qu'il faut remplir.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;">Moi, je me casse la tete contre ces murailles que je tente de dépasser/déplacer.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;">Ca fait mal! Je me tue de déséspoire à force de me casser la tete!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;">Je me donne la peine d'etre heureuse, mais c'est difficile, il y a toujours un petit mur contre lequel je bute.Les murs ont-ils des oreilles?<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-116059234677014756?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-1160591298798270442006-10-11T20:19:00.000+02:002006-10-20T22:58:39.840+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/1600/Rue%20de%20l"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/400/Rue%20de%20l%27%3F%3Fsperance.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">La vie...</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;">C'est une fibre longue et déliée,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;">que je tente de décrocher de son écorce.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;">Je la tords entre mes doigts, mais de fil en aiguille,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;">en passant insensiblement d'une chose à l'autre, </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;">je me donne du fil à retordre.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;">J'ai beau défaire le fil,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;">il ne me dirige plus dans ce labyrinthe d'embarras.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;">Mon fil est de plomb,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;">et sa masse pesante suspendue à mon ame,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;">m'indique la verticalité de ma vie.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;">Marionnette,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;">mes fils se nouent et se jouent de moi.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;">Le fil de la vie.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;">Fil de nos déstinées.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;">Fil de nos jours et de rien du tout.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;">Je me laisse aller au fil de cette eau mouvante,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;">sachant que tout ne tient qu'à un fil.</span> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-116059129879827044?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-1160588326439704882006-10-11T19:30:00.000+02:002007-07-04T19:43:45.181+02:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/1600/La%20cour%20d%20l"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/400/La%20cour%20d%20l%27%3F%3Fcole.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/1600/Studio03.jpg"></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/1600/Leila00.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/400/Leila00.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">"<em>We don't make a photograph just with a camera, we bring to the act of photography all the books we have read, the movies we have seen, the music we have heard, the people we have loved</em>."</span> <span style="color:#ccffff;">Ansel Adams</span></span><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;"></span><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/1600/Bill.jpg"></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-116058832643970488?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-1160583817069426492006-10-11T18:05:00.000+02:002007-05-05T23:03:00.557+02:00<p align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/1600/CezaisN??BCedric00.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/320/CezaisN%3F%3FBCedric00.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/1600/CalifornieDesertDeJoshuaTree.jpg"></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong></strong></span></span><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong></strong></span></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong></strong></span></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong></strong></span></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong></strong></span></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong></strong></span></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong></strong></span></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong></strong></span></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong></strong></span></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong></strong></span></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong></strong></span></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong></strong></span></span></p><p></p><p></p><p><br /></p><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong></strong></span></span><p><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong></strong></span></span></p><p><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong></strong></span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-116058381706942649?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-1160511302024203022006-10-10T21:58:00.000+02:002006-10-20T22:58:39.658+02:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/1600/Brocante%20Oct2005-12.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/320/Brocante%20Oct2005-12.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#ffccff;">Changement de sens dans une vie sans aucun sens...<br />Equilibre fragile, choix difficiles... tout me parasite.<br />Je suis pleine d'apindices douloureuses...<br />Elles me rappellent toutes à mon passé... heureux ou malheureux.<br />Tous ces enjeux passés... peu à peu oubliés...<br />Mais qui ne se laissent pas effacer.<br />Ils sont encrés... à m'en blesser...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-116051130202420302?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35780701.post-1160494435405301772006-10-10T17:25:00.000+02:002007-05-07T07:17:33.027+02:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/1600/App0020.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/200/App0020.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3987/1600/App0019.jpg"></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;">Premier Blog!<br />Permiers mots tapés sur le clavier... </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;">Premières photographies partagées...<br />C'est mon journal... intime ... C'est inutile? </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;">Mais je ne me bats pas dans l'espoir du succès!<br />Non! non, c'est plus beau lorsque c'est inutile!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35780701-116049443540530177?l=on-entre-on-crie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17553329257393004299noreply@blogger.com0