tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372940762011-04-22T00:18:48.535+02:00Sinon bonjour, bonsoir, je t'aime et je suis là encore, pour un peu de temps vivante, sur la même terre que toi. Christian Bobin "La folle allure"Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06501821766726800633noreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37294076.post-88281499015766259882007-03-07T16:21:00.000+01:002007-03-15T16:30:16.716+01:00<strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Résultat </span></strong><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><br /></span><strong><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">Vous ressemblez à Olivier Besancenot</span></em></strong> <strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">52%</span></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">Vos points communs avec les autres candidats</span></em></strong><br />2/ Dominique Voynet 44%<br />3/ Yvan Bachaud 40%<br />4/ Marie-Georges Buffet 40%<br />5/ Ségolène Royal 40%<br />6/ Robert Baud 40%<br />7/ Corinne Lepage 40%<br />8/ Frédéric Nihous 40%<br />9/ Leila Bouachera 36%<br />10/ Antoine Waechter 36%<br />11/ François Bayrou 32%<br />12/ Arlette Laguiller 32%<br />13/ Nicolas Miguet 32%<br />14/ Nicolas Sarkozy 28%<br />15/ Jean-Marc Governatori 28%<br />16/ Jean-Philippe Allenbach 28%<br />17/ Lucien Sorreda 28%<br />18/ Nicolas Dupont-Aignan 24%<br />19/ Philippe de Villiers 20%<br />20/ Jean-Marie Le Pen 20%<br />21/ Michel Baillif 20%<br /><br /><a href="http://www.quelcandidat.com/index.php?option=com_wrapper&Itemid=69"><img src="http://www.quelcandidat.com/images/stories/matches/besancenot_match.jpg" border="0" /> </a><a href="http://www.quelcandidat.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;task=view&id=531&amp;Itemid=42" target="_blank">* notes de la rédaction </a><br /><br />_<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37294076-8828149901576625988?l=faites-le-pour-moi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06501821766726800633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37294076.post-1168507587726682052007-02-27T10:24:00.000+01:002008-12-10T13:40:48.482+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JDzXuh_Y9Jg/RfLgRRogNPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/JuWPSf6-dko/s1600-h/siloë+012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040337520376689906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JDzXuh_Y9Jg/RfLgRRogNPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/JuWPSf6-dko/s320/silo%C3%AB+012.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong> </strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">Sarah</span>,</strong> <span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>Siloë</strong></span> <strong><span style="color:#666666;">et</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;">Noémie</span></strong></em></span><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JDzXuh_Y9Jg/RfLgFBogNOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/OpoWJjgROuw/s1600-h/siloë+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040337309923292386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JDzXuh_Y9Jg/RfLgFBogNOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/OpoWJjgROuw/s320/silo%C3%AB+007.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="color:#990000;">Siloë et Gigi</span></em></strong><br /><br /><div></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37294076-116850758772668205?l=faites-le-pour-moi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06501821766726800633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37294076.post-61618673894272191212007-02-17T09:12:00.000+01:002008-12-10T13:40:48.744+01:00<strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Les racailles de Neuilly</span></em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JDzXuh_Y9Jg/RdF0qI7MrLI/AAAAAAAAACM/kr2sc8n27Vc/s1600-h/380890773_0fa30e6816_o.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030930526048660658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JDzXuh_Y9Jg/RdF0qI7MrLI/AAAAAAAAACM/kr2sc8n27Vc/s320/380890773_0fa30e6816_o.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JDzXuh_Y9Jg/RdF0lo7MrKI/AAAAAAAAACE/BL-Hzv-xRHQ/s1600-h/380890779_9fff74210a_o.jpeg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030930448739249314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JDzXuh_Y9Jg/RdF0lo7MrKI/AAAAAAAAACE/BL-Hzv-xRHQ/s320/380890779_9fff74210a_o.jpeg" border="0" /></a> <em><span style="color:#666666;">Bertrand Blier in "Les côtelettes"</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37294076-6161867389427219121?l=faites-le-pour-moi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06501821766726800633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37294076.post-16209464141254645362007-02-14T09:59:00.000+01:002008-12-10T13:40:48.885+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JDzXuh_Y9Jg/Rc2M8Y7MrBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/j0kHmKFcQU8/s1600-h/image1690.jpeg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029831327953497106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JDzXuh_Y9Jg/Rc2M8Y7MrBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/j0kHmKFcQU8/s320/image1690.jpeg" border="0" /></a> <em><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Rosenstudie</strong></span></em> <em><span style="color:#cc0000;">de Gabriele Lockstadt<br /></span></em><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37294076-1620946414125464536?l=faites-le-pour-moi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06501821766726800633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37294076.post-1170840054602322792007-02-07T10:18:00.000+01:002007-02-10T10:20:58.402+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3579/4186/1600/491103/greco.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3579/4186/320/653902/greco.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">si tu t'imagines<br />si tu t'imagines<br />fillette fillette</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">xa va xa va xa</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">va durer toujours</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">la saison des za</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">saison des za</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">saison des amours</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">ce que tu te goures</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37294076-117084005460232279?l=faites-le-pour-moi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06501821766726800633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37294076.post-1170752790635794212007-02-06T10:05:00.000+01:002007-02-07T10:21:52.033+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3579/4186/1600/273683/lune.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3579/4186/320/47988/lune.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Tu sais ce que c'est la mélancolie ? Tu as déjà vu une éclipse ? Et bien c'est ça : <span style="color:#ffcc00;">la lune</span> qui se glisse devant le coeur et le coeur qui ne donne plus sa lumière.<br /></span></strong><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Christian Bobin </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">"La folle allure"</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37294076-117075279063579421?l=faites-le-pour-moi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06501821766726800633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37294076.post-1170144852327719452007-01-15T09:12:00.000+01:002007-02-10T10:22:44.716+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3579/4186/1600/197820/Vilrouge-2005.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3579/4186/320/305554/Vilrouge-2005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Ecrire sur l'incapacité d'écrire. Ecrire malgré tout. Et rien n'est plus difficile que de soutenir ce pied-bot paradoxe.</span><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#6600cc;">Marc Vilrouge (1971-2007)</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37294076-117014485232771945?l=faites-le-pour-moi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06501821766726800633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37294076.post-1165500299294478052006-12-07T14:54:00.000+01:002006-12-07T15:04:59.303+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3579/4186/1600/4708/SE%20TAIRE.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3579/4186/320/746011/SE%20TAIRE.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#663366;">Ecrire, c'est aussi ne pas parler. C'est se taire. C'est hurler sans bruit.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc6600;"><em>Marguerite Duras (1914-1996) </em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37294076-116550029929447805?l=faites-le-pour-moi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06501821766726800633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37294076.post-1164014295596816092006-11-14T10:14:00.000+01:002006-11-22T14:19:29.266+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3579/4186/1600/174_p04.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3579/4186/320/174_p04.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#00cccc;"><em>la solitude est une maladie dont on ne guérit qu'à condition de la laisser prendre ses aises et de ne surtout pas en chercher le remède nulle part. J'ai toujours craint ceux qui ne supportent pas d'être seuls et demandent au couple, au travail, à l'amitié, voire même au diable, ce que ni <span style="color:#00cccc;">le couple</span>, ni le travail, ni l'amitié ne peuvent donner : une protection contre soi-même, une assurance de ne jamais avoir affaire à la vérité solitaire de sa propre vie. Ces gens là sont infréquentables. Leur incapacité d'être seuls fait d'eux <span style="color:#cc6600;">les personnes les plus seules au monde</span>.</em><br /></span><br /></span></em><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Christian Bobin "L'épuisement"</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37294076-116401429559681609?l=faites-le-pour-moi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06501821766726800633noreply@blogger.com0