tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52436690478805104622024-02-07T02:00:45.533-08:00I WANT TO WAKE UP IN THE CITY THAT DOESN'T SLEEP..New York New York.Auré'.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996152263041693489noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243669047880510462.post-31170072334337916172010-02-01T08:59:00.001-08:002010-02-01T09:21:30.692-08:00Mister Nobody m'a tuée.<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>+</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#663333;"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Le meilleur film de l'année 2010.</strong></span><br /></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Acteurs</span>, <span style="font-family:courier new;">musique</span>, <span style="font-family:times new roman;">images</span>,<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> scénario</span>,<span style="font-family:verdana;"> larmes</span>, <span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>rires</strong></span>, <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">fringues</span> <em>comprises</em>.<br /></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLui4PeTG9FSW39QbmgOqYCW9idVc__eSD0ut-v9hnPNBNzp_7INw0J4H394c6O9UPEZVkTmusNTqqoikzFARKZxccUprZRJ7cHajpbFIckVgJtCqqqttHR8QDF0QZ5rCfcf1CSWH_j8IQ/s1600-h/mr-nobody-image17-grand-form5at.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 172px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433322532510600642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLui4PeTG9FSW39QbmgOqYCW9idVc__eSD0ut-v9hnPNBNzp_7INw0J4H394c6O9UPEZVkTmusNTqqoikzFARKZxccUprZRJ7cHajpbFIckVgJtCqqqttHR8QDF0QZ5rCfcf1CSWH_j8IQ/s400/mr-nobody-image17-grand-form5at.jpg" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTH51oeOyeqC4GR4n9E3oTNh9E_zehIq3-Z92_zHtWEmOOdWM30c8XSBRSEsm5E4hNiz_7CbTQ0LBkDZUO1By6cdlnvkvsv_I6N8_jLdCdxrcukU65S_Bo4fgZ2IY5-rgbg3FdO8jD1ezJ/s1600-h/mr-nobody-image27-grand-format.jpg"></a><p><img class="gl_photo" border="0" alt="Ajouter une image" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /></p>Auré'.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996152263041693489noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243669047880510462.post-87184512622968052252009-10-19T08:56:00.000-07:002009-10-19T13:02:47.183-07:00Happy Birthday to myself.<span style="color:#ffffff;">+</span><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#333300;">Si je ne devais vous raconter qu'une seule chose à propos de moi, ce serait ma folle manie à toujours lire le dernier mot de<span style="font-family:courier new;"> </span><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"><em>chaque livre</em></span>.</span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">+</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">+</span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394346526441159234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihFK116U6GUsb6WCQpt5N1I-NXFuNWcZO7pMoE3bPUQBeCeSUVyxTCJWcLy1XoMGtioJorYFt3TNctWHpPMFY5GgEkfL1ID6OoSIkFR_Iqzw1pWQ9P-nZZlQ5OCPxjggZInwZHtf-Q6yS_/s320/words____by_kefirux.jpg" /><span style="color:#ffffff;">+</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">+</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"><span style="color:#333300;">«</span> .<strong>M</strong> <em>A</em> I N T E N <em>A</em> N <strong>T</strong>.</span> <span style="font-size:180%;color:#333300;">»<br /></span></div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div>Auré'.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996152263041693489noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243669047880510462.post-74292531757031377512009-10-10T07:35:00.000-07:002009-10-10T08:11:58.552-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;">+</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#663333;">N<span style="font-size:130%;"> E</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">W</span> Y<span style="font-size:130%;"> <em>O</em></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> R</span> K</span> <strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;">&</span></em></strong> <span style="color:#996633;">L <em><span style="font-size:130%;">O</span></em> <span style="font-size:100%;">N</span> <span style="font-size:78%;">D</span> <em><span style="font-size:100%;">O</span> </em></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;">N</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#336666;">- ou les rêves qui ne se sont pas encore éveillés -</span> </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaQSPMtSdB7wJf81jMsaxnJccf-YJfpUiMAfstM19fkuhcgosGBL8Ed_bQYzJAjdc8hpB0Y2n-lzRw0ys0-FlNeprMXlcpn5b5Zma7K7DsmjiiYcSDdJag0t03mzS5aOTRxJFs-yqtwB3k/s1600-h/LONDON_by_dhii.jpg"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW0wZsCm57ww28XpVKNIqxdcnYQD13Kc718KvwNndqQ019MWKpt2-XurOfJCUS4bFRXbMSpZ1-C-XCB39Pg37cR7Jv9zZ94_4ZbO9gC3rzoojiyXiraqCv2enATpKCkqFVb9KMBhz_jFid/s1600-h/4be5ed1421e2efecd396a2c2a82f2902.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 210px; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390984912679371874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfMyv09OLa1fu3eKuKTLWOM57jp4O_ODzv6wk4sQb4FAVz7ZKyoeWurawr7FH5EwDe83lj-owHAHRve94UDkXg0FtEJuJlSdMuhWbA0fsdkcPjy8-7cvBeJENdKleyg24Cr_PfnQ14w4yk/s400/2450041981_2.jpg" /><span style="color:#ffffff;"> +</span>Auré'.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996152263041693489noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243669047880510462.post-35504154990823172672009-10-06T11:10:00.000-07:002009-10-08T10:51:38.797-07:00<div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">+</span></div><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Uk1gd-9YnYMH14nv9DtlPjcWf7WSbIEFa3UGZPRlAvvKHnxowcVMB6KNzBMxzVSKcG3vS39Yo_WHF-F603Gucf1STvy5NiXcpHlYi_nokJFseYZwdRLm3p_Rm5Z6-XTQlYFiyE1WZ2NH/s1600-h/danse_de_la_pluie_by_Scatty.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390286052139138578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Uk1gd-9YnYMH14nv9DtlPjcWf7WSbIEFa3UGZPRlAvvKHnxowcVMB6KNzBMxzVSKcG3vS39Yo_WHF-F603Gucf1STvy5NiXcpHlYi_nokJFseYZwdRLm3p_Rm5Z6-XTQlYFiyE1WZ2NH/s200/danse_de_la_pluie_by_Scatty.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">D+</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;">Déjà qu'avant c'était critique, mais depuis que j'ai vu <span style="font-family:georgia;">Marie Claude Pietragalla</span> sur scène, c'est devenu une maladie. <span style="font-family:georgia;">JE VEUX DANSER.</span> Danser partout. Danser dehors. Danser dans une salle pleine de miroirs. Danser <span style="font-family:georgia;">sous la pluie</span>. Danser sur la plage. Danser le Rock. Danser à ne plus pouvoir respirer. Danser en souriant. Danser dans ma chambre. Danser en tournant jusqu'à en tomber. Danser sur Yann Tiersen. Danser sur la BO de Blade Runner. Danser sur La Belle Image. Danser en jouant de la clarinette. Danser avec <span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;">Lui.</span></span><br /></span><span style="color:#ffffff;">+ +</span></div><div align="justify"><br /> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;">. <strong>D</strong> <em>A</em> N <strong>S</strong> E R . <strong>L</strong> <em>A</em> . <strong>V</strong> I E .</span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">+</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">+</span></div>Auré'.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996152263041693489noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243669047880510462.post-92157745015961165372009-09-18T10:21:00.000-07:002009-09-18T11:19:49.101-07:00Le bazar de NYC.<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;">+</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;">~ é</span> <span style="color:#ffffff;">---</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"><strong>c</strong></span> <span style="color:#ffffff;">---</span> <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#003300;">r</span> <span style="color:#ffffff;">---</span><em> <span style="color:#993300;">i</span></em><span style="color:#993300;"> </span><span style="color:#ffffff;">---</span><span style="color:#003300;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">r</span></span> <span style="color:#ffffff;">---</span> <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#003300;">e</span> ~</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"><em>Ecrire pourquoi ?</em></span> Parce que. Parce que ça occupe, parce que ça distrait, parce que ça fait joli sur du papier et que c'est la mode. <span style="color:#336666;">Oh et puis non.</span> Recommençons. <em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;">Ecrire pourquoi ?</span></em> Parce que. Parce que c'est vital et que sinon j'ai l'impression d'avoir raté ma journée, parce que ça <span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"><em>m'emporte</em></span>, ça <em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;">me transporte</span></em>, ça <em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;">me téléporte</span></em> dans un autre monde où chaque couleur, chaque geste, chaque son est plus brillant.<span style="color:#336666;"> Plus intense</span>.</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">Et puis parce que c'est un<em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"> Art</span></em>. Parce que c'est beau, les lettres, les mots, les phrases. Cet ensemble qui parrait si <em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;">absurde</span></em> à ceux qui viennent d'ailleurs, mais qui, finalement, résume tout.<span style="color:#336666;"> Les dits et les non-dits</span>, ceux qu'on aurait bien oublié au fin fond d'un placard en bazar. Alors <span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"><em>pourquoi écrire ?</em></span> Pour se défouler, pour balancer des mots sur une feuille au terme d'une journée bien longue sans s'occuper du sens, de la symétrie ou de que sais-je encore. Parce que tout a toujours un<em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"> sens</span></em>, et que les plus beaux mots, les plus belles phrases qui existent sortent de <span style="color:#336666;">Là où on n'imaginerait même pas.</span></span></span></div><p><br /><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Pt7FnzhMae-LDZePGUQhFW5qHUCQgTNE07YR5KOtTgGbxGJpP2XY4oIhQPw6nQNsoDG-o3zBOAm1Qk6B-dRBNvDRdkL6uZQA-8a4w6uPUPsKYWyvYpdHxYicZnNBVy88e2TOEonSKXEH/s1600-h/New_York_City_by_nenxa.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382859056265816178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Pt7FnzhMae-LDZePGUQhFW5qHUCQgTNE07YR5KOtTgGbxGJpP2XY4oIhQPw6nQNsoDG-o3zBOAm1Qk6B-dRBNvDRdkL6uZQA-8a4w6uPUPsKYWyvYpdHxYicZnNBVy88e2TOEonSKXEH/s320/New_York_City_by_nenxa.jpg" /></a></p><p></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#336666;"><em>Je me demande si je ne suis pas en train de jouer avec les mots. Et si les mots étaient faits pour ça ? <span style="color:#ffffff;">-----------------------------------</span></em></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"> </span><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Boris Vian.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000000;">ONE WAY .</span></p>Auré'.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996152263041693489noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243669047880510462.post-36640749167881412892009-09-18T09:54:00.000-07:002009-09-20T05:26:30.570-07:00" That's a Bingooo ! "<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNUY_mfu_NgklXYMONL3onoBbMZm6HEGj9sbntNKUPqvpL_afy1743r0YXKUh0rMBG6gfbR0Nz69PAU0DmAwseVTyRQhksU1MWKlBQN7P0dAMaoE8IUQpIONV0ynriwsIbuiuCRqxlaZZF/s1600-h/19154863.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382894142081255858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNUY_mfu_NgklXYMONL3onoBbMZm6HEGj9sbntNKUPqvpL_afy1743r0YXKUh0rMBG6gfbR0Nz69PAU0DmAwseVTyRQhksU1MWKlBQN7P0dAMaoE8IUQpIONV0ynriwsIbuiuCRqxlaZZF/s200/19154863.jpg" /></a> <span style="color:#ffffff;">+</span><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">+</span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="color:#999900;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;">~</span> </strong>i</em></span><span style="color:#cc0000;">NGLOR</span></span><span style="color:#999900;"><em>i</em></span><span style="color:#cc0000;">OUS</span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">++++++</span>BASTERDS </span><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong>~</strong></span></span></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>- S</strong><em><span style="color:#999900;">O</span></em><strong>UNDTR</strong><em><span style="color:#999900;">A</span></em><strong>CK -</strong></span></span></span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#999999;">Cinématographiquement parlant, i</span><span style="color:#999999;">l</span> y a deux sortes de personnes sur Terre : ceux qui ont été élevés aux</span></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999900;">Films-de-Quentin-Tarantino</span></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">, <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">et ceux qui ont été élevés à la</span> </span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#999900;">Musique-de-Quentin-Tarantino</span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">. <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Personnellement, je fais partie de la deuxième catégorie, et croyez-moi, c'est loin d'être la pire !</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Parce qu'il faut que je vous dise quelque chose : chez Sir Quentin, la musique et les images sont tout simplement indissociables, et les plus grands fans attendent autant le film en lui même que sa bande originale ...</span> </span></div><br /><div align="justify"><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">+</span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382853093710203842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEWAZl66z2_o_b-4pzTeCNbYyynxAfm5KiZ4fN4RWLalNnLmAH16XuhL9uN1lj_Xxszz_wmLBUiXuen_0sH2DeeF8D8NWe-f2F5CGRCRmMYuFugVD6LPTkrfdBYkH5Mge8IE13OXccGJ5e/s400/19154866.jpg" /><br /></div><p align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">... Je dois avouer qu'avant de voir ce très cher - et ô combien glorieux -</span> <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#999900;">Inglorious Basterds</span>, <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">je ne connaissais<span style="color:#993300;"> <span style="font-size:130%;">le Génie</span></span> et ses films que de réputation. Par contre, bizarrement, je savais déjà que les univers fictifs qu'il parvenait à créer, aussi loufoques, cyniques, ou même violents soient-ils, allaient de paire avec <span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">un univers musical tout aussi important</span>. Et pour cela, pas besoin d'être experte en Tarantinisme : il m'a juste suffi de dénicher</span><span style="color:#999900;"> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">The Tarantino Connection </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#999999;">comme ça, au hasard, alors que je fouillais dans les trésors</span></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"> musicaux familiaux, </span>et boum!, c'est comme si j'avais déjà presque vu les films. Je m'imaginais <span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">leur atmosphère,</span> leurs images, leurs couleurs, et allais même jusqu'à deviner le caractère que pouvaient avoir les personnages ... le tout, bien sûr, sans connaître la moindre histoire. J'avais donc<span style="font-size:130%;"> <span style="color:#993300;"><span style="font-size:100%;">ma propre vision de ces films</span>,</span></span> dont les noms m'échappaient encore, et je me gardais bien de la partager !</span></span></span></p><p align="justify"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382911269855078610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMW2IPFKWb1xEx3jm7tCYT9xdoJ4jLWRztMyi0vAZdzlWEEQT9zb9W474oX640VEbVMTvSWMKV7f4yTjP1UTpjQcbmSFFdPl4AOdhngTtxCziDaDih57FmstEBXdIo-qUAX42JYsjT1c2x/s320/copy_0_ib-090525-10.jpg" /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Je vous laisse donc deviner ma surprise quand je me suis retrouvée dans le noir de cette salle de cinéma et que j'ai "<span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">entendu</span>" pour la première fois<span style="font-size:100%;"> <span style="font-family:courier new;color:#999900;">Inglorious Basterds</span></span>. Oui, parce que ce film, on ne le "voit" pas, on "l'entend". Certains ont dit qu'il était fait comme<span style="color:#993300;"> <span style="font-size:130%;">un livre</span></span> : chapitres, dialogues complètement dingues dans tous les sens du terme, cocktail parfait de trois langues maniées avec brio ... et c'est vrai, oui. Mais à mes yeux, il représente<span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;"> <span style="font-size:130%;">une véritable bibliothèque de sons</span></span>, un vrai petit trésor pour les oreilles. Parce que ce que Tarantino nous sert en premier sur un plateau d'argent, avant même ses belles images et ses dialogues polylingues, c'est le magnifique<span style="font-family:courier new;"> <span style="font-size:100%;color:#999900;">The Green Leaves of Summer</span></span>, de Nick Perito, qui ouvre superbement le bal du générique, avec toute cette palette de noms d'acteurs écrits façon <span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">Western</span>. D'ailleurs une grande partie de la BO est empreintée au grand<span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"> Ennio Morriconne</span> : <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#999900;">The verdict</span>, qui accompagne de manière surprenante la toute première scène, <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#999900;">Un Amigo</span>, tout simplement sublime & <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#999900;">Rabbia e Tarantella</span>, qui clot on ne peut mieux se festival sonore. De la musique western dans un "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">délire</span>" sur le Seconde Guerre Mondiale ? Complètement hors contexte, me diront les rares personnes qui n'ont pas vu le film ... Et bien non : le <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">décalage anachronique</span> entre le son et les images est parfaitement réussi et met l'accent sur le côté loufoque de l'histoire ... Et ça, c'est carrément <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">génial</span>. Retenons aussi - et je dirais même : surtout - les accords de guitare électrique qui deviennent presque la marque de fabrique des <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><i>Basterds</i></span> ainsi que le surprenant <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';font-size:100%;">Cat People </span></span>de <span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">David Bowie</span>. Parfaitement mes amis : du<span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"> Rock</span> ! Qui prétend toujours que Quentin Tarantino n'est pas un génie ?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#999900;">Et vous connaissez le meilleur dans tout ça ? Le crépitement du TOURNE-DISQUE.</span> </span></p>Auré'.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996152263041693489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243669047880510462.post-981782041219038682009-09-07T13:10:00.000-07:002009-09-12T06:18:30.015-07:00Maybe a kind of because of the why.<div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">+</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAAMnbnOoxLPFwXkGvplaKhtCBgRBUstoKcmkOWHNSQQE3voSnk2FY3Sd6M1cklZQ6sJeH554p5Uiimqlg2JWIOhpZcl2Urersq_jRFpIOzoqcSQ3AQ6X-fn5DqME4H1_gh15hqulZoUvT/s1600-h/IMGP0277.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380314279450926082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAAMnbnOoxLPFwXkGvplaKhtCBgRBUstoKcmkOWHNSQQE3voSnk2FY3Sd6M1cklZQ6sJeH554p5Uiimqlg2JWIOhpZcl2Urersq_jRFpIOzoqcSQ3AQ6X-fn5DqME4H1_gh15hqulZoUvT/s200/IMGP0277.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="color:#666600;">«</span> </span><span style="color:#666666;">Comme un <span style="color:#003333;">antidote</span> à mes idées noires, elle est ma tendre <span style="color:#003333;">mémoire</span>. </span></em><span style="color:#666666;"><em>Elle coule sans soucis, fait son lit <span style="color:#003333;">sans lois</span>. </em><em>Je l'aperçois et c'est toute mon <span style="color:#003333;">enfance</span> qui surgit en moi. </em><em>Ses méandres sont les dessins sinueux de nos <span style="color:#003333;">vies</span>, sur ses bancs de sable incertains bien des fois mon <span style="color:#003333;">esprit</span> s'est endormi. </em><em>Assis près de cet arbre blanc et sec, ou penché sur <span style="color:#003333;">ses eaux</span> vertes et brillantes, calme, orageuse,<strong> </strong></em><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"><strong>la Loire</strong></span> me rassure telle une mère bienveillante.</em> </span><span style="color:#666600;">»</span> </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">+</span></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663333;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><b>E</b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">t</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">p<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">u</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">i</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">s</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"> ...</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></em></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">@</span></i></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">@</span></i></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">@</span></i></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663333;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div align="center"> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH9G58YOM2fqUL7OG59KevIv-KqfEZtLVmB3EPcgkpWx3iSQBQdvEayaAy05oWCV6iy6b-GviiymeJ62lKzKfSBgmttrOoXLn6LCWVtQoitIot1KZTjOdNuu4gP0zi5BqkQ9uayNAMqShr/s1600-h/10532_126692249469_772899469_2266112_4783622_n.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380316322256161762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH9G58YOM2fqUL7OG59KevIv-KqfEZtLVmB3EPcgkpWx3iSQBQdvEayaAy05oWCV6iy6b-GviiymeJ62lKzKfSBgmttrOoXLn6LCWVtQoitIot1KZTjOdNuu4gP0zi5BqkQ9uayNAMqShr/s200/10532_126692249469_772899469_2266112_4783622_n.jpg" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">.. Et puis il y a <i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999900;">cette Amitié</span></span></b></i> qui n'a pas encore trouvé de mot pour la décrire, sinon un </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><i>sourire</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">. Un sourire qui te transporte dans un autre univers, là où le temps ne compte pas, là où tout est possible et où chaque chose scintille un peu plus qu'ailleurs. Peut-être un </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><i>regard</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"> aussi, un regard qui dit tout, qui fait ressortir le meilleur de toi même et qui te donne l'impression d'être là ici-bas pour quelque chose. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">-</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">-</span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;">E</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;">t</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;">p</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;">ui</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;">s</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;"> un f</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;">o</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;">u-rire.</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">ET ENFIN LE BONHEUR.</span></span><br /></i></span><p><em><span style="color:#663333;"></span></em></p><br /><div align="justify"></div></div>Auré'.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996152263041693489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243669047880510462.post-53791448859648413492009-09-03T13:46:00.000-07:002009-09-03T14:21:42.014-07:00Sans mots ni voix.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCEXXsqtQPcHjIT0EKrtcLty7HL3diUbYrofcebOtwum-UFvco2xxX7YqLnapJ-ho2CqY54F6oXttHWtHiZEjULua8yu_BtCp205zMHPhzKGu_EpvwQIvVkbdPJZ1O8YGJbXpga5Nyitxi/s1600-h/into_the_wild_still.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCEXXsqtQPcHjIT0EKrtcLty7HL3diUbYrofcebOtwum-UFvco2xxX7YqLnapJ-ho2CqY54F6oXttHWtHiZEjULua8yu_BtCp205zMHPhzKGu_EpvwQIvVkbdPJZ1O8YGJbXpga5Nyitxi/s400/into_the_wild_still.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377349207484232082" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(136, 136, 136); font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif;color:#A6B571;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b>.iNTO THE WILD - Sean Penn.</b></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: justify; ">Le premier qui me décrit ce film avec un mot des plus <span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:12px;"><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family:'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif;"><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(134, 179, 198); ">justes</span></span></span>, je lui décerne une médaille. En or massif, même. Ce film est tout bonnement <span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family:'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif;"><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:12px;"><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(134, 179, 198); ">indescriptible</span></span></span>. Il est tellement complet, tellement beau, tellement TOUT à la fois que mettre des mots sur ce que l'on ressent à la fin de la projection est impossible. Je crois qu'il nous touche tous <span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:12px;"><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family:'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif;"><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(134, 179, 198); ">différemment</span></span>.</span> En fonction de nos <span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family:'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif;"><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:12px;"><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(134, 179, 198); ">convictions</span></span></span>. De notre humeur du moment. De notre passé, parfois, et de nos projets d'avenir, aussi. Il <span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:12px;"><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family:'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif;"><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(134, 179, 198); ">renverse</span></span></span> tout sur son passage, remet en cause nos croyances les plus profondes et nous laisse ... ahurit. Perplexe. <span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family:'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif;"><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:12px;"><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(134, 179, 198); ">Transformé à jamais</span></span></span>. En pleurs, aussi. Mais malgré la tristesse, la solitude et la mort, ce film est porteur de très beaux messages. Sur la relation entre l'homme et la <span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family:'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif;"><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family:'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif;"><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(134, 179, 198); ">Nature</span></span></span>. Sur l'<span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:12px;"><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family:'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif;"><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(134, 179, 198); ">Amour</span></span></span>, le<span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family:'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif;"><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:12px;"><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(134, 179, 198); ">Pardon</span></span></span>, les relations humaines. La <span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:12px;"><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family:'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif;"><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(134, 179, 198); ">Société</span></span></span>. Sur la Vie. Oui, c'est un film sur la <span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family:'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif;"><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:12px;"><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(134, 179, 198); ">Vie</span></span></span>. Et tout ce qui va avec. Le tout bien dissimulé dans une <span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:12px;"><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family:'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif;"><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(134, 179, 198); ">magnifique histoire</span></span></span>, comme on n'en fait plus. <span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">____________ </span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#86B3C6;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#86B3C6;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghHq8itp2BiLA9Lt8AqieE1KYQFCPpboJbFiDjUsMslUHYTgwcNsptuipIPFsouUtKvSfujmhbu74wZ4SWbHA2FY43wYbL4CEEC21mlkCFN8Yd11J406N5bMkhC9R6BtqEaoXFrDYs4kuD/s320/IntoTheWild01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377351841515103362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 199px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#86B3C6;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "></span><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(134, 179, 198); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">«</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"> </span><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family:'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif;"><em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">H</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">ap</span><em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">p</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">ines</span><em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">s</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"> is o</span><em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">n</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">ly re</span><em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">a</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">l wh</span><em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">e</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">n SHA</span><em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">R</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">ED </span></span><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(134, 179, 198); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">»</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#86B3C6;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#000000;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4CofpQ_TLrfzwIXSoSwQRvUtfzIqE8DX43W_Q4zC8qBawQmc9TxsjoE1DFkZe970raTPRLwyxPN1XPPDnjdP9mOkX6d28y50YMuUAi1oAKH1ZvF32T0V0J2tdQxMsYRZ0Bn3RxF39qVVf/s200/Into+Wild.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377350699021786162" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 200px; " /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(166, 181, 113); font-style: italic; font-family:'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif;">“Two years he walks the earth. No phone, no pool, no pets, no cigarettes. Ultimate freedom. An extremist. An aesthetic voyager whose home is the road. <span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">'</span>Escaped from Atlanta. <span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">'</span>Thou shalt not return, 'cause “the West is the best.”<span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">'</span> And now after two rambling years comes the final and greatest adventure. <span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">'</span>The climactic battle to kill the false <span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">'</span>being within and <span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">'</span>victoriously conclude <span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">'</span>the spiritual pilgrimage. <span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">'</span>Ten days and nights of freight trains and hitchhiking bring him to the <span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">'</span>Great White North.<span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">'</span> No longer to be poisoned by civilization he flees,<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">and walks alone upon the land to become lost in the wild.”</em><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "> ________ </span><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(166, 181, 113); "><strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">— Alexander Supertramp, May 1992</strong></span></span></span></div></div></span>Auré'.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996152263041693489noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243669047880510462.post-83152263393248334562009-08-30T08:50:00.000-07:002009-09-15T10:05:40.686-07:00Ten years from now, I'd like to be Kate's sister.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4ntRfUn8H6pgd3R31swvcXWIxi6Qy1NMgOrzGSt0SSVrZ2Zapv5humxu1fFftyRwbBnIe7WbVI6Y5M-nGFo4U5-oGOYdQOVBA7uGwCE0hM_yg8MLsAhgY7kenUdB5U0p2iSIztHlVcBj5/s1600-h/my-sisters-keeper8.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375793199791725442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4ntRfUn8H6pgd3R31swvcXWIxi6Qy1NMgOrzGSt0SSVrZ2Zapv5humxu1fFftyRwbBnIe7WbVI6Y5M-nGFo4U5-oGOYdQOVBA7uGwCE0hM_yg8MLsAhgY7kenUdB5U0p2iSIztHlVcBj5/s320/my-sisters-keeper8.jpg" /></a> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, Times, serif;font-size:100%;color:#7f7f7f;"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 17px;font-size:12;" class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:georgia, serif;" class="Apple-style-span" ><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 17px" class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">«</span></b></span><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 17px; FONT-STYLE: normal" class="Apple-style-span"> <span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; FONT-STYLE: italic" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color:#666666;">She still takes me by</span> <span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="FONT-STYLE: normal" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">surprise</span></span></span><span style="color:#000000;">. </span><span style="color:#666666;">like nearly a year after her death, when my mother came home with a roll </span></span></span></span><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:georgia, serif;" class="Apple-style-span" ><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 17px; FONT-STYLE: normal" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; FONT-STYLE: italic" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color:#666666;">of film she'd developed of my high school graduation. We sat down at the kitchen table together, shoulder to shoulder, trying not to mention as we looked at all our double-wide grins that there was someone</span> <span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="FONT-STYLE: normal" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">missing</span></span></span> <span style="color:#666666;">from the photo. And then, as if we'd conjured her, the last picture was from her. it had been that long since we'd used the camera, plain and simple. She was on a beach towel, holding </span><span style="FONT-STYLE: normal;font-family:Georgia, serif;" class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span style="color:#666666;">out one hand toward the photographer, trying to get whoever it was to stop taking her</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="FONT-STYLE: normal" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600cc;">picture</span></span></span><span style="color:#666666;">.</span></span><span style="color:#666666;"> My mother and I sat at the kitchen table staring at her until the sun set, until we had</span><span style="FONT-STYLE: normal" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">memorized</span></span></span><span style="color:#666666;"> everything from the color of her ponytail holder to the pattern of fringe on her bikini. Until we couldn't be sure we were seeing her clearly</span> <span style="FONT-STYLE: normal" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">anymore</span></span></span>.<span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 17px; FONT-STYLE: normal" class="Apple-style-span"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">»</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;color:#000000;"><i> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ffffff;">----</span></i></span><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cccccc;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">My sister's keeper, Jodi Picoult, 2004.</span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></div>Auré'.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996152263041693489noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243669047880510462.post-3519025860359200682009-08-30T07:38:00.000-07:002009-09-11T11:00:35.542-07:00Conclusion.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ffffff;">-</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRKQx6PPocvcYIcrtPPPRHLYdIDBlqfa9TPMTL81HaDUCJC99m64qUG-vCL9aPjI0-99xC3z4jMSeN9vNG2pyIB_ZzETDyBQfrwxXXLiS6cchlf0oU-ruHEwxIEX8kF8NCviBAOHiuhwGY/s1600-h/IMGP4007.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375767043308788354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRKQx6PPocvcYIcrtPPPRHLYdIDBlqfa9TPMTL81HaDUCJC99m64qUG-vCL9aPjI0-99xC3z4jMSeN9vNG2pyIB_ZzETDyBQfrwxXXLiS6cchlf0oU-ruHEwxIEX8kF8NCviBAOHiuhwGY/s200/IMGP4007.JPG" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ffffff;"> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ffffff;"></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ffffff;"></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ffffff;"></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ffffff;">+</span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ffffff;">+</span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ffffff;">+</span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ffffff;">+</span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">__..___</span><span style="font-size:180%;">.</span><span style="color:#ffffff;">__</span><span style="font-size:180%;">.</span><span style="color:#ffffff;">__</span><span style="font-size:180%;">.</span><span style="color:#ffffff;">___..__</span></span> <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">&</span></i></span></b> donc en Amérique, quelque part au milieu des pins, des lacs et des montagnes, en haut à gauche de la carte aux trésors, il y a une ville où souvent les gens passent et repassent à toute allure avec des dossiers pleins les bras, et au milieu de ses gens, de cette foule étrange et perpétuelle, fascinante et effrayante à la fois, il y a cette poignée de personnes, uniques et géniales, ces petites étoiles qui, au milieu de ce nouveau ciel, brillent sûrement un petit peu plus pour moi.</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /></div></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;">Genre ça va pas me manquer du tout.</span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></div></span>Auré'.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996152263041693489noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243669047880510462.post-63962812026083902432009-08-23T21:17:00.000-07:002009-08-27T13:46:21.199-07:00Something random.<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">+</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">+</span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikaeWNIV9faYjvR37Ngl0HEqFBxOQ532ycxbXrvrc8SniFAg05PJTABXjR-djmB1MthDTVw5u9pjQWVe3rVciUw1K9k7Znw9D6MD7usNa8-jNF1YZKu8PNbAX2nv-BmXFU-tqxK1QGebTp/s1600-h/IMGP3990.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 271px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikaeWNIV9faYjvR37Ngl0HEqFBxOQ532ycxbXrvrc8SniFAg05PJTABXjR-djmB1MthDTVw5u9pjQWVe3rVciUw1K9k7Znw9D6MD7usNa8-jNF1YZKu8PNbAX2nv-BmXFU-tqxK1QGebTp/s400/IMGP3990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373384626116184082" border="0" /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;">Q</span></span>uel sentiment etrange que de se dire que je vis les derniers instants. Que bie</span></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">ntot, la flamme de la bougie - cette meme bougie qui se consumait devant mes yeux sans meme que je la voie - s'eteindra, laissant place a une fumee de rires, de photos, de mots, de couleurs, de livres, d'odeurs. Laissant place a une cire de souvenirs a l'avenir incertain. Oui, que rester</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">a-t-il de tout ceci ? De leurs sourires, de la couleur du lac le matin quand nous partions, du bruit de la television le soir, du soleil qui se couchait dans les arbres qui imprimaient leur ombre sur les maisons ? Que restera-t-il de Seattle, de Bonney Lake, de Auburn Academy ? Que restera-t-il de Shelley, des deux Bob, de Mary, de Mickael, de Patricia, de Marissa, de Liz, de Jonathan, de Jordan, de Sayaka ? Je me demande meme pourquoi j'ecris tout cela, alors qu'ils encore sont la, a parle</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">r juste derriere moi. Peut etre que j'ai peur que les mots et les impressions s'echappent de ma tete, que je ne puisse plus decrire ce que j'ai ressenti a cette minute precise de cette heure precise de ce jour precis une fois que tout cela se termine. Une fois que j'aurais traverse l'ocean dans l'autre sens et repris ma place dans l'ordre des choses. Peut etre que j'ai peur que les images dans ma tete finissent par se brouiller avec le te</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">mps, le temps qui passe et qui rend t</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">out ci lointain, si intouchable ... Mais non, rien a faire, je ne vois toujours pas pourquoi j'ai pris mon stylo et noici ces pages qui, apparament, n'avaient pas a etre noicies. Pas tou</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">t de suite. Oui, parfois on fait des choses que l'on ne comprend pas, des choses qui nous echappent.</span><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5hJzAbBO5UPVqNtvgXJJSL1THNAPQaSJXp7ylEvPsTQM4CTeH6zfq_RzdxwlzsBNebwCiLJbkCQd6Js2h5xXy310ztk87BmAm6_qIDCf4ruSWe0a2SYL4s2zjo6S4gYlUsVCU94f-6Edb/s1600-h/IMGP3994.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5hJzAbBO5UPVqNtvgXJJSL1THNAPQaSJXp7ylEvPsTQM4CTeH6zfq_RzdxwlzsBNebwCiLJbkCQd6Js2h5xXy310ztk87BmAm6_qIDCf4ruSWe0a2SYL4s2zjo6S4gYlUsVCU94f-6Edb/s200/IMGP3994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373385334047855378" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /><br />++</span>___<span style="font-size:180%;">A</span>bsurd<span style="font-size:180%;">i</span>tes <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">++</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">de</span></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">+</span>l<span style="font-size:180%;">i</span>gnes<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">++++++++++++</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> <span style="font-size:78%;">et</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family:georgia;">+++++++++++++++</span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">de <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">++</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family:georgia;">++</span><span style="font-family:georgia;">po</span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;">i</span><span style="font-family:georgia;">nts</span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;">.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">+</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">+</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">... Anyway, bientot il faudra tout reprendre a zero, oublier l'heure, les bonnes et les mauvaises habitudes prises pendant ces six semaines. Mais, comme je l'ai dit, ce nest que 'bientot'. Pour le moment, je suis encore la-bas, a regarder le rouge des murs de ma chambre se meler au bleu du ciel dans ma fenetre a</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">Bonney Lake</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">+</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">+</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuxqL5Y2loGbne5hwmNpHAQeOlhbFg6yBkn1UvMIufM-zOBM3hM0OMxRbPs2dtZQddkx1YdxGS3Uu-hPDpTnD91D0PNLvyAhkB94Pc2vPGfVaOfSZMP4gOgs6NkqaDxe5lMyiItoOU1ZDr/s1600-h/IMGP3250.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 283px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuxqL5Y2loGbne5hwmNpHAQeOlhbFg6yBkn1UvMIufM-zOBM3hM0OMxRbPs2dtZQddkx1YdxGS3Uu-hPDpTnD91D0PNLvyAhkB94Pc2vPGfVaOfSZMP4gOgs6NkqaDxe5lMyiItoOU1ZDr/s320/IMGP3250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373392699564811842" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Auré'.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996152263041693489noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243669047880510462.post-2465886857588172152009-07-14T12:13:00.000-07:002009-07-28T12:03:15.531-07:00On the Road again ...<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">+</span><br />Ici séjourneront quelques prises de vues </div><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><span style="font-size:180%;">AMERICAINES</span>.</span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">* </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" ><em>Seattle - Vancouver : From July 15th to August 26th.</em></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">+</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">1# Un peu de coton au dessus de l'Angleterre.</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"> </span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359626060679887906" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhervVRhZlfum3aW17oM3_LXLwH07_D0zEBBDtfcsDYVT8SzFg09zOdmTZPfO5fKdv0ryxWx28y2HvHrE-otb0iD8PG77n-6vBgFaxxoob6VsegkbrLF1xlT6SKrcYrkniQazOdXSJCZJHe/s400/IMGP3231.JPG" border="0" /> <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">2# The American way of life</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359624508085003762" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFEFru-ia7185QE-YnMJgorW7RwnylD7PZOEJU4eGNhZduTtfKahlt4CJZQ0aowLZG7TLfGX-yAjLWcTLPasX-tR8YhDdW_3UwaNLu_yIUwdHb399sgchfZE4g82jojSFQyqhKKv3Qd-YX/s400/IMGP3263.JPG" border="0" /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">3# Pike Place Market's chilies</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359623703059856530" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFvFbaHlQvofGv_pUPXXI8qIiR0-j7MTMjM2A7NKB2a1-ne4-mDqrh-me82DXpa3da3ZRZGND8pY7fGiinmSC0VHUlmeX08HjNBZnlI_SiiwVX84TvCm3bMuuLaJrAvvI8CL5ofyX2ogZu/s400/IMGP3289.JPG" border="0" /> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">4# Le bonheur des cafés américains</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359624967233386898" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpoBeR5hwyH-ib24uto8yAMil_dSfKS5kHGpbkAe3BuLhhXI3emzr0I3B1ghcwnfZNkuumOAIY4DDPzHcOYLymEYVPQSGM6cLrLSt8tu-JiKHbq21oay2QUMIc9osFERpT059g8F5eNOtX/s400/IMGP3333.JPG" border="0" /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">=*</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">5# Somewhere close to Pike Place Market</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359627094053907730" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWH_0l2UoXX6KEV7IXM-B04l82jZ_ziHeQAs4o-bK3kmttpuYCg-9RP6VE_9yuCATBBA-czJAaBBUVqN164iVUavP08v2-jnsBs0jZPCsU04uVQTiUIogMeQLSKHpEV_n0ewsZcDAVR6Fs/s400/IMGP3309.JPG" border="0" /> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">+</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">6# American white mountains<br /></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360755740797031810" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT0-QAYSS5BHZayo68T_t18Df_gV6CuLEzi2Ii7Sgu9Ihs4WpD_PxbYGn4X19HFIuwuhGZFii8lvcB_NwJX-BgQySOIQKC7i_ktBZrDOqPWeed1gKCOTlMBb9RvZvZ-TFjC1RchPlOfHrd/s400/IMGP3395.JPG" border="0" /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">7# A lake lost among firtrees</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360756353467038562" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaHciDbLyMgxeiUKpM7oqx3VPIEKM2q2lRSx2W3tmWVCjyNjavs8xwIXg_2rEygMFDrGvIg2C62BQ1cZyDy4M2jGkdS4nx11vTpX2zEsfCjWnf40FhcJTL4Up7avCTV5coZ0xlzjHLwP2h/s400/IMGP3400.JPG" border="0" /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">8# Olympia hidden by tries</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGQGkl_qv5wElIMlP2SZ33m6j0D0qs5qVae11cuUSq7xmssyKB-CxLBRXoEfPtv3SS2GJmllYLK7UdfiOyDnhfTbX-7UAJVKaAN_QHkIFtUxKFq7HuyqoVda0saK7CUtxLsFsiSbE18RSQ/s1600-h/IMGP3605.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGQGkl_qv5wElIMlP2SZ33m6j0D0qs5qVae11cuUSq7xmssyKB-CxLBRXoEfPtv3SS2GJmllYLK7UdfiOyDnhfTbX-7UAJVKaAN_QHkIFtUxKFq7HuyqoVda0saK7CUtxLsFsiSbE18RSQ/s400/IMGP3605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363580297280871410" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">9# Somewhere along the road</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6jwZ5v32uHg2WDoLlqVdA6cQxoU190SZIbHFnRJ1GcraB0VPQp9ef6YfFr2L4tR3l8X89_xicM-OgoqwUSBTtR5BI7CspxyzzzWoNqbKjzNJGrxStacHL2nT7iUofrF4cr4aiFW8J7CmV/s1600-h/IMGP3653.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6jwZ5v32uHg2WDoLlqVdA6cQxoU190SZIbHFnRJ1GcraB0VPQp9ef6YfFr2L4tR3l8X89_xicM-OgoqwUSBTtR5BI7CspxyzzzWoNqbKjzNJGrxStacHL2nT7iUofrF4cr4aiFW8J7CmV/s400/IMGP3653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363577349920672098" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">10# Midday at Lake Quinault</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-tbZEeUjl0bbFTLsd6c8UA518K8Rts_pWlIjOhRfqSQyTBS8XjMkmyAVab8ieVGF5Ou1GdnX4lLYexV4Jr2LvyRc_kBVEVqh2sQ2MClYg6e4jVqiqFTtU6j9ZpbpdYjV6naDVI5EoQmPn/s1600-h/IMGP3657.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-tbZEeUjl0bbFTLsd6c8UA518K8Rts_pWlIjOhRfqSQyTBS8XjMkmyAVab8ieVGF5Ou1GdnX4lLYexV4Jr2LvyRc_kBVEVqh2sQ2MClYg6e4jVqiqFTtU6j9ZpbpdYjV6naDVI5EoQmPn/s400/IMGP3657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363577995265412386" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">11# Lake Crescent - My sweet paradise 1</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKyQWyMXVFzWi1REO-DeCKEejweY_bRqFE2josE46K1yEU_7RsSn-oRoBlTb6oBtAw-HS-sgIIZCDZokXystMBoqTe_n85B3dqh_Au2cJaHCaTC-hhX5Qop_KTR1iGpaSrUX23qI-P21z6/s1600-h/IMGP3665.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKyQWyMXVFzWi1REO-DeCKEejweY_bRqFE2josE46K1yEU_7RsSn-oRoBlTb6oBtAw-HS-sgIIZCDZokXystMBoqTe_n85B3dqh_Au2cJaHCaTC-hhX5Qop_KTR1iGpaSrUX23qI-P21z6/s400/IMGP3665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363579505786781682" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">12# My sister & I on Victoria's harbour</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwYIvi8UHttLNtRGyDNRdfOkUbeB_mdsnTzhk-whomGNVK8NTcbyof2tF6nHsheVlf2AR8VMkJWT5DqMtTH6Y5SHXOBEO7A0Ab8TlrrIb3Mk6bIg6PSPjOrf4ekeFrj1uLbEcAJQCGXQaY/s1600-h/IMGP3712.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwYIvi8UHttLNtRGyDNRdfOkUbeB_mdsnTzhk-whomGNVK8NTcbyof2tF6nHsheVlf2AR8VMkJWT5DqMtTH6Y5SHXOBEO7A0Ab8TlrrIb3Mk6bIg6PSPjOrf4ekeFrj1uLbEcAJQCGXQaY/s400/IMGP3712.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363581279088977666" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">13# The streets of Vancouver</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiez3_QhDUqqKFPG48lWJiBjC15YHvOY7iO8MwwpPmCwigSNVJNBR0ZC0oqb7Gk89H6Y_eSc0LdJr5f_cAcTO2eGSORrzxx4BSMrNvHxeh7dIKc4rnZFOjAZZblOnSqeS3gzfdBa1Vt8SY5/s1600-h/IMGP3715.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiez3_QhDUqqKFPG48lWJiBjC15YHvOY7iO8MwwpPmCwigSNVJNBR0ZC0oqb7Gk89H6Y_eSc0LdJr5f_cAcTO2eGSORrzxx4BSMrNvHxeh7dIKc4rnZFOjAZZblOnSqeS3gzfdBa1Vt8SY5/s400/IMGP3715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363581933236203378" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">14# Umbrellas on English bay before fireworks</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcR7Po5yLa6kiARXlqQPUhNVFTkFoIvYn2RfZM6OnDnzH6kXtb9XQb3bC5Vo1hkNlv_lSNL5MhMdgoVr7E53-KO8FW6BJJ1-fZ2Qn-hLIm8FaO6PiM7hDkNQ886NBqPsPI3x6kAFTlq5Xd/s1600-h/IMGP3764.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcR7Po5yLa6kiARXlqQPUhNVFTkFoIvYn2RfZM6OnDnzH6kXtb9XQb3bC5Vo1hkNlv_lSNL5MhMdgoVr7E53-KO8FW6BJJ1-fZ2Qn-hLIm8FaO6PiM7hDkNQ886NBqPsPI3x6kAFTlq5Xd/s400/IMGP3764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363582439523944242" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">15# My best picture - Vancouver from Stanley Park</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVAXzYHYN85WDaVjpEl4HYKcrKVXK22BiwcjRR-7S17_r_VN2Av28Q1iUa_-0NgA3iU-Y-ZzmWdn7SZN-sPO31ZvpdqU7FFtzBt4SFYnyMhtJXgV0WlvDInOGIN_a0A2mO7R3Pb2MJBaW7/s1600-h/IMGP3810.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVAXzYHYN85WDaVjpEl4HYKcrKVXK22BiwcjRR-7S17_r_VN2Av28Q1iUa_-0NgA3iU-Y-ZzmWdn7SZN-sPO31ZvpdqU7FFtzBt4SFYnyMhtJXgV0WlvDInOGIN_a0A2mO7R3Pb2MJBaW7/s400/IMGP3810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363588175536910002" border="0" /></a><br /></div><p></p>Auré'.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996152263041693489noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243669047880510462.post-21319168737179798462009-07-13T12:15:00.000-07:002009-07-14T13:14:57.756-07:00Let me in the sound ...<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">+</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">- <span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330099;">T</span>u vois, c'était magique et très humain à la fois. Un genre de magie bien réel, où des milliers de personnes sont réunies pour la même cause, et où on aurait presque l'impression de tous se connaitre déjà, au fond ... Oui ... Je crois que peux parler de SOLIDARITE. Et puis toutes ces lumières, tous ces décors, comme si nous allions nous envoler dans l'espace d'un moment à l'autre ! Comme si nous allions rejoindre les étoiles ... D'ailleurs tu aurais vu, à un moment, on aurait presque dit qu'elle étaient descendues parmi nous ... '<em>One love' </em>... C'était juste beau. Oh, je ne te parle même pas de leur prestation, de tous les messages d'espoir qu'ils ont véhiculés, de la puissance de leur musique, de la manière dont ils nous ont emmenés, avec eux, sur la route du Rock ... Tu sais maintenant, je comprends pourquoi ils sont considérés comme les meilleurs du monde.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Oh oui. Et tout ça grâce à une amie, une précieuse amie qui m'a tout appris ... Et qui était là, elle aussi, au milieu de tous ces gens, et qui a vu les mêmes choses que moi ... Sans même que nous ayons pu nous voir, nous.</span></div><span style="color:#ffffff;">+<br /></span><div align="justify"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">- Mais où ?!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">+</span></div><div align="center">- <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Au </span><span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;">U2360 TOUR 2009</span> .</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">+</span></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLeMWHii1q39p5Da3_-fU7nB7Pws-wgIPIXARpTnx5EcFmhw3hIs_hyphenhyphenTtj4U9gwkhjKjCLwBil5kh5mFirFQFexSCBG83nCtD3ycicFrJ0N5xnFmTVqlouvS2hthmYiMqlkQHzmSKD_9_P/s1600-h/IMGP3203.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 146px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358034416232754290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLeMWHii1q39p5Da3_-fU7nB7Pws-wgIPIXARpTnx5EcFmhw3hIs_hyphenhyphenTtj4U9gwkhjKjCLwBil5kh5mFirFQFexSCBG83nCtD3ycicFrJ0N5xnFmTVqlouvS2hthmYiMqlkQHzmSKD_9_P/s320/IMGP3203.JPG" /></a></div>Auré'.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996152263041693489noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243669047880510462.post-86536984757575126422009-07-08T01:03:00.000-07:002009-07-10T09:35:47.964-07:00Show me which constellations you know.<div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">+</span></div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXRNCJK-uZ1VoTNtRP6QgXGoUKw2hYwsd-xkCxmoxjOEtjSmhDyrx44cJC5iveBBHdfh7TWiG5wdyFw3VsxtjWY6uhjhW1LHkwi23JVtJ-2F80k94DYBw09IUmHh3MZy6UNNu6i5fmLI7r/s1600-h/Tournage_Sunshine3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356844970215503938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXRNCJK-uZ1VoTNtRP6QgXGoUKw2hYwsd-xkCxmoxjOEtjSmhDyrx44cJC5iveBBHdfh7TWiG5wdyFw3VsxtjWY6uhjhW1LHkwi23JVtJ-2F80k94DYBw09IUmHh3MZy6UNNu6i5fmLI7r/s400/Tournage_Sunshine3.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">+++</span> <span style="color:#336666;"><span style="color:#336666;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">E</span> </span><em><span style="font-family:arial;">t</span>e</em>rn<span style="font-family:courier new;">a</span>l <span style="color:#ffffff;">+ </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">S</span> </span>u<span style="font-family:verdana;">n</span><span style="font-family:courier new;">s</span>h<em>i</em>n<em>e<span style="color:#ffffff;">+</span></em></span> <strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">o</span></strong><span style="color:#336666;">f <span style="font-family:verdana;"><em>t</em></span><span style="font-family:courier new;">h</span><em>e<span style="color:#ffffff;">+</span></em><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"> </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">S</span></span> <em>p</em></span><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">o</span></strong></span><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="color:#336666;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em>t</em></span>l<em>e</em>s<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">s<span style="color:#ffffff;">+ </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;">M</span> </span>in<span style="font-family:courier new;">d</span></span> </span><span style="color:#cc0000;">;</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#999999;">C'est l'<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">histoire</span> de l'Oubli, ou de la volonté d'oublier pourquoi est malheureux. C'est l'<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">histoire</span> de regrets, de remords, de ce que notre coeur aurait fait à la place de notre esprit. Mais c'est aussi, et surtout l'<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">histoire</span> de l'Amour, de ses hauts et de ses bas, de ses rires et de ses pleurs, de ses cris, de ses révoltes. C'est le dur apprentissage du bonheur de la vie de tous les jours, arrangé avec beaucoup de poésie et de simplicité. </span></span><br /><br /><div align="right"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiONs55i4EX-Ahbf9djb3XZIOtWQKyPApGjKE1gNfpyudAC0dW-JxfnSELj635TtJN9rQRQDE0zwvxSQdSUAiFPdH77GnM5S4vDfMm6dvlp5mEbYUpmqCHtocSlR5zCNPLT7ca_7Ueaq-Ks/s1600-h/eternal-sunshine-of-the-spotless-mind_313.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356858521888947778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiONs55i4EX-Ahbf9djb3XZIOtWQKyPApGjKE1gNfpyudAC0dW-JxfnSELj635TtJN9rQRQDE0zwvxSQdSUAiFPdH77GnM5S4vDfMm6dvlp5mEbYUpmqCHtocSlR5zCNPLT7ca_7Ueaq-Ks/s200/eternal-sunshine-of-the-spotless-mind_313.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ffff;"><span style="color:#339999;"><span style="font-size:85%;">« When I was a kid, I thought I was. I can't believe I'm crying already. Sometimes I think people don't understand how lonely it is to be a kid, like you don't matter. So, I'm eight, and I have these toys, these dolls. My favorite is this ugly girl doll who I call Clementine, and I keep yelling at her, "You can't be ugly! Be pretty!" It's weird, like if I can transform her, I would magically change, too. </span>»</span> </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhknML81s_kpMPvDttxz7yAxyLKjmk0Ip-zpTAcRh88BKQ5Pdphjx4YCwU-q-SQi7u6-ihsUmAJwW3t0Ay9nM2Z16za1PFK2myeOZsOIMpVMmGjrnk568gZYktPCaAijq1ANlYLe9jyl4Mn/s1600-h/eternal-sunshine-of-the-spotless-mind_313.jpg"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixZPTL7l5za9s3xLOaEJ2-jO2o_ABXNqlKgoZolGP0L4kmfrWy4oa8GYksqvkYbtKBWc0QPdSXnSK5tmzfwcTd_x6P6YbZdXOlMo0sihUKVweSzpOYUzTiCp0nkQn24G7It_oM9krbk-K5/s1600-h/eternal-sunshine-of-the-spotless-mind_313.jpg"></a></div><p></p><p><br /></p><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY30OSJE2sEPGL9xMTT_4zEXDsLeg-UVb8pK_KKcR3xcDUUcCUOSJ_yrIH73Zx_DStxPGg-anhUs7Gn9r7g4N-SysZX30tPsaoIHYdLtGTrQK0Mn6kFJa1hMx3m4ZyWD6kMva3m4RTP3-i/s1600-h/1755199958_small.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356859773533366178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 86px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY30OSJE2sEPGL9xMTT_4zEXDsLeg-UVb8pK_KKcR3xcDUUcCUOSJ_yrIH73Zx_DStxPGg-anhUs7Gn9r7g4N-SysZX30tPsaoIHYdLtGTrQK0Mn6kFJa1hMx3m4ZyWD6kMva3m4RTP3-i/s320/1755199958_small.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663333;">Quand je regarde <em>Eternal Sunshine</em>, j'ai des étoiles plein les yeux. C'est comme si j'avais toute la beauté et la poésie du quotidien devant moi, un juste milieu entre tous les bons et les mauvais moments. Je crois que Michel Gondry, en posant la question de 'comment avancer quand ce que nous avons devant nous n'est que brouillard', nous apprend ici, non seulement à réfléchir avant d'agir, mais aussi à s'accrocher aux plus beaux souvenirs que nous avons. Ceux qui, dans un moment d'hésitation, quand on ne sait plus très bien ou nous en sommes, nous rappellent la définition de notre 'essentiel'. J'aime ce questionnement sur la vie, sur le fragile équilibre entre l'oubli et la mémoire, comme j'aime les personnages de Joel & Clementine ; simplement parce qu'ils ont, au fond de leurs yeux, une étincelle qui les rend si humains, si proches de nous. Ce film est juste magique, il n'y a pas d'autre mot. </span><br /><br /><em><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">+</span></em></div>Auré'.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996152263041693489noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243669047880510462.post-726555858610520272009-07-07T12:23:00.000-07:002009-07-08T05:35:45.305-07:00When Win Butler sings .<div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">+</span></div><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmKVRSkz11BDsLLfAsYjGPWLImCp7_ZKhX-hNO0Zr-Z3WCPpB5DHL0SrptAuDigpU9nDvBBJffztum9mn2tdBTMLCOotMBxs052CAdb_XzjM4SUpZiUAfPBDl7-upaxCGso41nyXZrMZM-/s1600-h/where_the_streets_have_no_name_by_InSUNNYty.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355804324287815874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmKVRSkz11BDsLLfAsYjGPWLImCp7_ZKhX-hNO0Zr-Z3WCPpB5DHL0SrptAuDigpU9nDvBBJffztum9mn2tdBTMLCOotMBxs052CAdb_XzjM4SUpZiUAfPBDl7-upaxCGso41nyXZrMZM-/s400/where_the_streets_have_no_name_by_InSUNNYty.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;">+</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#666600;">« </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#666600;">I know that you were never <span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;">young</span>, and I know you probably won't get <span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;">old</span>. But honey <span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;">nobody</span>'s gonna hurt you anymore, and <span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">nobody</span>'s</span> going to make you want to <span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;">die</span> ... But I've been making <span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;">promises</span> I know I'll never <span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;">keep</span>. One of these days I'm gonna <span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;">leave you</span> in your sleep, I'll have to go when the <span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;">whistle</span> blows, the whistle knows <span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;">my name</span> ... »</span><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">+</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">+</span></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">+</span><span style="font-size:180%;color:#666600;">BABY, I WAS B<em><span style="color:#999999;">O</span></em>RN <em><span style="color:#999999;">O</span></em>N A TRAIN.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;">+</span></div>Auré'.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996152263041693489noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243669047880510462.post-40271613538879027072009-07-04T05:19:00.000-07:002009-07-12T10:54:45.269-07:00If it's a dream then let me sleep ...<span style="color:#ffffff;">+</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhij4aUjXC3VGEI1jOvy9VzI6c_LK2YRv0bHQac9Sidx6oT8XOu2Ct5xEQa6RboPBV_NCYhx-21JU7sYOZI-xM7rIdwj2lXCN_H1wXUSwFmhAmje5xWFbaB5z8IHUUWOhSqKtu2JvTTDvO1/s1600-h/photo_26098517.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357584770580263106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhij4aUjXC3VGEI1jOvy9VzI6c_LK2YRv0bHQac9Sidx6oT8XOu2Ct5xEQa6RboPBV_NCYhx-21JU7sYOZI-xM7rIdwj2lXCN_H1wXUSwFmhAmje5xWFbaB5z8IHUUWOhSqKtu2JvTTDvO1/s320/photo_26098517.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div align="center"><span style="color:#003333;"><em>Que restera-t-il de ce moment ? De cette faille en dehors du temps qu’il avait ouverte pour elles, de cette impression de bonheur aveugle et insouciant ? De ce Neverland intérieur, où, bercées par les eaux calmes d’un fleuve, elles croyaient en la réalité de leurs rêves ? Restera-t-il simplement l’agréable souvenir d’une journée parisienne, ou auront-elles, jusqu’à la fin, un peu de poussière d’étoile sur le bout des doigts ?</em> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">+</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#003333;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">+</span><br /></div></span><div align="justify"><em><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></em></div></div>Auré'.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996152263041693489noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243669047880510462.post-83100181469746783952009-06-30T00:51:00.000-07:002009-07-07T07:15:12.947-07:00L'air du temps.<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzS3IbwZQk8iRXsNia6t3GvGrSn8AWlllmNu2cyYx-ezA88fuyhOb9uOXceV-p6hHckLbFyU-w7lYlUQSCaJhb3HEtR4fObYus-DxbqTDJB2jjcPLmgTndFg-xVjQFz1J3-9O9gL0ib6xV/s1600-h/Photo+004.jpg"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOlfk7gD9feGEzDCl8bMouus2nKBXZVeEGvkw98tWgTCEA4Dqb277Xge7UnoFkbUYZBhis-eD1wK43mAnxt9R1r7fsBfffg5jmXCdkQWBCdrZ4Yix9GeMAD04jGKWSOILknKejuq869y9R/s1600-h/Photo+009.jpg"></a><span style="color:#ffffff;">+</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#663333;">«<em> Les mots sont, les mots font, les mots disent ... Les mots coulent, les mots roulent sur un fil. Moi je laisse ces microbes, ces missiles aux bavards, aux poètes, si possible.</em> » </span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2LFrnwguTG3b0__wKYO94PMPfPHvtY6uQXRR11Rs6dtbHgAbNtQkmmbF_p1vEmfbd5JkYA7LThW7phUC3q1VPy-ymIW2so4NFl1wW2FpdgS2xZm81N5L4hOq-so3IRKmMBSWxOvuthGU4/s1600-h/Photo+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353026850436394642" style="WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2LFrnwguTG3b0__wKYO94PMPfPHvtY6uQXRR11Rs6dtbHgAbNtQkmmbF_p1vEmfbd5JkYA7LThW7phUC3q1VPy-ymIW2so4NFl1wW2FpdgS2xZm81N5L4hOq-so3IRKmMBSWxOvuthGU4/s320/Photo+001.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRl-M38Nm5wURGQKVYxODviORIVyL1n_I8aoLg-Anwr6eY9R-GVsOFV2u4uuRmFXGnW77LVhrfugTutizWDn2-D2OqpiifuguVFuTN8VyG9H-GpPs4P_wxS07wuwcZDtTbkP4Wv3V2kC-Y/s1600-h/Photo+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353027059257049666" style="WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRl-M38Nm5wURGQKVYxODviORIVyL1n_I8aoLg-Anwr6eY9R-GVsOFV2u4uuRmFXGnW77LVhrfugTutizWDn2-D2OqpiifuguVFuTN8VyG9H-GpPs4P_wxS07wuwcZDtTbkP4Wv3V2kC-Y/s320/Photo+006.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><span style="color:#663333;">------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;">T</span>u es celle que j'admire le plus, et ce depuis toujours. Celle qui m'a fait tant <span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;">rêver</span> étant petite, quand je m'imaginais des histoires, celles dont seules les petites filles ont le secret, et dans lesquelles je te rencontrais. Tu es la femme à la <span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;">voix d'enfant</span>. Celle que j'ai toujours aimé sans vraiment pouvoir expliquer <span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;">pourquoi</span>. Celle dont je connais par coeur un album entier, pochette, dessins intérieurs, auteurs et musiciens compris.<em> <span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;">Bliss</span></em>, mon préféré jusqu'à la fin. Cet album était comme un livre que je regardais le soir avant de m'endormir, une sorte de monde parallèle <span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;">merveilleux</span>. Une fois la lumière éteinte, je me faufilais dans mon lit, appuyais sur le 'petit triangle', et ta voix résonnait dans toute ma chambre, déposait un peu de <span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;">poussière d'étoile</span> dans chaque recoin ... Je me souviens que c'était comme si une aura protectrice m'entourrait; j'étais calme, apaisée et pouvais alors fermer les yeux en toute sûreté. Je connaissais l'ordre de tes chansons par coeur, je me fredonnais leurs mélodies dans ma tête, me battais corps et âme contre le sommeil juste pour avoir le temps d'entendre la dernière ... Et pour enfin m'endormir au rythme des <em>pizz</em> du violoncelle. Plus grande, quand j'ai commencé à vraiment aimer la musique, j'ai passé des heures à <span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;">explorer</span> toutes tes chansons, essayer d'entendre chaque basse, chaque mélodie; essayer de comprendre chaque message. J'aime ton sourire, ton jeu d'actrice bien sûr, tes goûts musicaux, la femme que tu es devenue ... Mais avant tout <span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;">ta voix</span>. Si unique, si belle, si <span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;">indescriptible</span>. Sur scène tu as rempli mes yeux d'étoiles; j'avais réalisé mon rêve de petite fille de sept ans, mon rêve de toujours. <span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;">Ce fut sublime</span>. Mon plus beau concert, le plus intense, merveilleux et que sais-je encore. Après tout ce temps je cherche encore un mot pour te décrire ... <em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;">Magnifique</span></em> ? Ce mot est trop banal, trop commun, trop utilisé. Vraiment, je ne sais pas comment l'expliquer; les mots se bousculent dans ma tête, apparaissent, disparaissent pour m'emmener vers une autre idée. Il n'y a même pas de mot; tu me fait rêver plus que personne d'autre, et quoiqu'il arrive, jamais je ne t'oublirai, jamais. Parce que je ne peux pas parler de moi sans penser un peu à <span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;">toi</span></span>. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#663333;">------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUl4_chyuPqF9-3c2MjBpwUHkM9ulnuu6qAC9uhYGHcP7BnDtC8k8DWneG47R0mXteyhJg5EVp_5qfRRUrCLNKdKwQDKvv7oIst4Lx_NpJmdxnFEkEiARHjKInhR6dbzuu3K2NrC9xCH8u/s1600-h/Photo+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353026704834445394" style="WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUl4_chyuPqF9-3c2MjBpwUHkM9ulnuu6qAC9uhYGHcP7BnDtC8k8DWneG47R0mXteyhJg5EVp_5qfRRUrCLNKdKwQDKvv7oIst4Lx_NpJmdxnFEkEiARHjKInhR6dbzuu3K2NrC9xCH8u/s320/Photo+005.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBTI6dyHh7USjhKC3ti2BE-0Afznvvwu-UJ8myhxgg0YTfJShwcOIMsGKp9dbeXbx08QgHAzoKNhlkFa7LxBXiSTVIXMHGvpDwUpBaxPusIDYfi66htw00uKc27caeEVp6jDCpSIGk-My7/s1600-h/Photo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353026586929729330" style="WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBTI6dyHh7USjhKC3ti2BE-0Afznvvwu-UJ8myhxgg0YTfJShwcOIMsGKp9dbeXbx08QgHAzoKNhlkFa7LxBXiSTVIXMHGvpDwUpBaxPusIDYfi66htw00uKc27caeEVp6jDCpSIGk-My7/s320/Photo.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZj1ZVkLfYOlXjJ9PA8DvQ7WVIR6dMfUDix2EFUr9tK4QIznuBCj47ItdAewqGSRbWYI6nWQkP3VT9TCzOidck2MTapBb-dVXVw2OasUghH0K8gsY8Mq45KeniXPs9wyeBthvUNnrDtuHm/s1600-h/Photo+010.jpg"></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#663333;"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;">TU ME FAIS CROIRE AU BONHEUR, A LA SIMPLE BEAUTE DE LA VIE.</span> </span></div><p align="center"></p>Auré'.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996152263041693489noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243669047880510462.post-67432347537122511942009-06-29T05:05:00.000-07:002009-06-30T01:35:04.899-07:00Don't go. I love you.<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq1W6rSlsS6eCjXsySD0xx5RJEXO299mjMJ-lbO5hl7_k6tg_33v7YiQb2oPC7VOL-WaVK37By2fMeOFixMXiAm-3b4NnUUPfTdlwn4_GIQHuNDx0n35SaDnzjbt4gCz1rWUf18mmVAEjE/s1600-h/two-lovers-2008-2-g.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352720055509671874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq1W6rSlsS6eCjXsySD0xx5RJEXO299mjMJ-lbO5hl7_k6tg_33v7YiQb2oPC7VOL-WaVK37By2fMeOFixMXiAm-3b4NnUUPfTdlwn4_GIQHuNDx0n35SaDnzjbt4gCz1rWUf18mmVAEjE/s400/two-lovers-2008-2-g.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;">+++++++++++</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">++++++++++</span>~ <span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"><strong>TW<em>O</em> L<em>O</em>VERS</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">+++++++++++</span><span style="color:#999900;">Joaquin Phoenix & Gwyneth Paltrow</span></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#999900;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em><span style="color:#66cccc;">Parce que</span></em> <span style="color:#999999;">c'est un film simple mais très beau, et que même si ce n'est pas le film de l'année il est loin de nous laisser indifférents.</span> <em><span style="color:#66cccc;">Parce que</span></em> <span style="color:#999999;">je ne me lasserais jamais de le regarder, et qu'à chaque visionnage je remarque des détails nouveaux</span>.</span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><em><span style="color:#66cccc;">Parce que</span></em><span style="color:#999999;"> les</span> <span style="color:#999999;">acteurs principaux subliment cette histoire, si humaine et sans le moindre artifice. Cette histoire qui, dessous sa simple trame sentimentale, révèle un profond drame existentiel, pose la question de comment aimer et être aimé.</span> <em><span style="color:#66cccc;">Parce que</span></em> <span style="color:#999999;">c'est un film tout simplement émouvant qui se détache de tous les autres de par la sincérité des personnages, qui n'ont rien à envier aux héros des contes de fées.</span> <em><span style="color:#66cccc;">Parce que</span></em> <span style="color:#999999;">si </span><span style="color:#999999;">ce film est un conte de fée, il est alors à la portée de tous. Plus de princesses, de chateaux et de dragons, juste de simples humains, comme vous et moi, qui luttent corps et âme contre les obstacles de la vie moderne.</span> <span style="color:#66cccc;">Et </span><em><span style="color:#66cccc;">parce</span> <span style="color:#999999;">que</span></em><span style="color:#999999;"> la beauté de sa mise en scène. Juste, colorée, apporte un regard neuf sur la société du 21ème siècle, posée là entre deux extrèmes, tradition et modernité.</span></span></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">+</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999900;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999900;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"><em><strong>Parce que c'est un vrai coup de coeur.</strong></em></span> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">+</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">+</span></div>Auré'.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996152263041693489noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243669047880510462.post-22391671103963319732009-06-28T13:05:00.000-07:002009-06-28T13:38:02.666-07:00Juste un de ces articles ...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxx1Gf3xN5x066wrxYlKm8P65VsnnVtjAQwtiVO6lhdrAsebLedgmdN0gD-26G9vkCFRN6RHapMVRxeBHzdFslteVr0L9xwxAnEZdNzs4qx6lDiz0-vxWMlrV828Kb0nuT8BIev9Ci6cQ-/s1600-h/6a00d8341d65e953ef00e554945e828834-800wi.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352479040009467426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxx1Gf3xN5x066wrxYlKm8P65VsnnVtjAQwtiVO6lhdrAsebLedgmdN0gD-26G9vkCFRN6RHapMVRxeBHzdFslteVr0L9xwxAnEZdNzs4qx6lDiz0-vxWMlrV828Kb0nuT8BIev9Ci6cQ-/s320/6a00d8341d65e953ef00e554945e828834-800wi.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Avant, je ne le connaissais pas. Vraiment. Il n'était pas à mes yeux le <em>'Roi de la Pop'</em> qu'il est au yeux de tous. Juste un chanteur qui avait produit un clip mondialement connu dans lequel il se transforme en loup-garou et qui avait méchament renié ses origines. Mais je ne comprenais pas pourquoi. Tout m'échappait, y compris son oeuvre.</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">Jusqu'à vendredi. Quand j'ai su la Terre entière attristée par sa disparition, et que je me suis dit que, peut-être, je manquais le coche. </span></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Jusqu'à ce que j'entende</span> </span><em><span style="color:#339999;">Heal the World</span></em> <span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;">et que les larmes me montent aux yeux sans vraiment que je comprenne pourquoi<em>.</em> Jusqu'à ce que toute cette tristesse, toute cette nostalgie et toute la beauté de cette chanson m'atteigne et que je commence à comprendre qui était vraiment</span> <span style="color:#339999;"><em>Michael Jackson</em></span>. <span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;">Alors, je me suis promis de tout rattraper. D'apprendre à connaitre l'homme, mais aussi, et surtout, la</span> <em><span style="color:#339999;">L</span><span style="color:#339999;">EGENDE</span></em>. </span></div>Auré'.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996152263041693489noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243669047880510462.post-11924639884871095582009-06-28T12:10:00.000-07:002009-06-28T13:01:49.200-07:00Sunrise, sunrise, looks like mornin' in your eyes ...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpH1OIg3gD4mTJmVIJTCGLN_BKQTW1JSiRJW1W1UqIIsc7RgD2r22AE1AnQEtFkCK84FT-TB9ft4nelIP0ER2kk9uq6k4tjBqN1rbVtcbdpfIKJhqk1NKrlN3senZ1J9oQVUDqyvlYU5pu/s1600-h/Sun_Dance_by_ahermin.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352458538393477474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpH1OIg3gD4mTJmVIJTCGLN_BKQTW1JSiRJW1W1UqIIsc7RgD2r22AE1AnQEtFkCK84FT-TB9ft4nelIP0ER2kk9uq6k4tjBqN1rbVtcbdpfIKJhqk1NKrlN3senZ1J9oQVUDqyvlYU5pu/s400/Sun_Dance_by_ahermin.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff9966;">First I'd say that things change.</span></em> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">D'une année à l'autre. Même d'un jour à l'autre. Ce n'est jamais <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">pareil</span>. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Et puis, après avoir passé une année à essayer de<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> revivre ce que j'avais déjà vécu</span>, ce qui appartenait au passé, à la lignée des bons souvenirs, après m'être battue contre moi-même et contre le chemin que je prenais, contre les choses qui avançaient et le temps qui passait, j'ai pris conscience que c'était inutile d'espérer que cela ne change jamais. D'espérer que ce serait toujours pareil, d'une année à l'autre. Toutjours aussi beau. Qu'il y aurait toujours les mêmes rires, les mêmes personnes, les mêmes endroits. Que le soleil brillerait de la même façon et que le vent soufflerait dans nos cheveux comme il l'avait fait l'année passée.</span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Pourquoi tout serait-il toujours pareil alors le temps ne cesse de changer, d'avancer, et de tranformer la vie des personnes qui nous entourent ? Peut-être que le fait d'avoir été très heureuse de temps d'un été m'a fait croire qu'il en serait toujours ainsi. Oui, j'ai du bien vite oublier que tout ne peut pas toujours être tout rose, pour que cela me surprenne à ce point quand tout est devenu un peu plus gris, que le soleil a perdu de son éclat ... </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Mais maintenant je sais. Je sais qu'il y a des hauts et des bas, qu'après tout les jours peuvent bien passer sans se ressembler. Mais aussi que ce n'est pas la fin d'un monde pour autant, qu'il faut juste s'en accomoder, et surtout aller de l'avant. Ne pas regarder en arrière, prendre chaque jour comme il vient et ne pas toujours essayer de refaire le monde. Parce qu'après tout, cela peut s'avérer être un jeu dangereux. </span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffffff;"><em>+</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"><em>Que le soleil brille toujours un peu au dessus de nos têtes, </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"><em>juste histoire qu'on ne prenne pas trop froid.</em></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">+</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">+</span></div><div align="center"></div>Auré'.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996152263041693489noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243669047880510462.post-41469728801530541602009-06-22T07:10:00.000-07:002009-06-29T07:35:55.003-07:00I'm a planet you know.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtkp1ZI50MBuhTmEeR9PeTdqEGQ0hcnFaK03DxSiLBUbqJJ5bYSTyRbsuLvsDdbjsR3hyU0_UZEnI5Bg0b3-is261YXlsd8u-a1fWc1HaY6y5X2bDgS2MCsKNw59UKHuENlZimrmJGwa3E/s1600-h/ellen_page_juno.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350156607821356786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtkp1ZI50MBuhTmEeR9PeTdqEGQ0hcnFaK03DxSiLBUbqJJ5bYSTyRbsuLvsDdbjsR3hyU0_UZEnI5Bg0b3-is261YXlsd8u-a1fWc1HaY6y5X2bDgS2MCsKNw59UKHuENlZimrmJGwa3E/s400/ellen_page_juno.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">« And in the <span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;">sea</span> there is a </span><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;">fish</span>,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">A <span style="font-family:georgia;">fish</span> that has a </span><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;">secret wish</span>,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">A wish to be a </span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;">big cactus</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;">With a <span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;">pink flower</span> on it.»</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#999900;">No... I mean, for real. 'Cause you're, like, the coolest person I've ever met, and you don't even have to try, you know...</span></div><span style="color:#ffffff;">+</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">+</span>Auré'.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996152263041693489noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243669047880510462.post-5516567743890926612009-06-19T09:31:00.001-07:002009-06-20T08:03:28.911-07:00San Francisco en images.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUvqne7IET5Alf9pizHKiovpSV2XWDULrQOpRM0dCad1TtiRmmI-pvFtM9_oE2Axy5qw5qCrN3pnkeyLeXe6eMEYUEBYH3avEul2l_PCI3wNqSmuL5uuhp6j9MWvuiJjbDJqJpZLExll3V/s1600-h/IMGP1422.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349084001677316818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUvqne7IET5Alf9pizHKiovpSV2XWDULrQOpRM0dCad1TtiRmmI-pvFtM9_oE2Axy5qw5qCrN3pnkeyLeXe6eMEYUEBYH3avEul2l_PCI3wNqSmuL5uuhp6j9MWvuiJjbDJqJpZLExll3V/s400/IMGP1422.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl746fIhn0wZPBFsWHFdRZ9sWuqyL8rqDKHdp-wPHxObMi6yAeuZ6giyDCnOs27bF4eNsxxgk7wqBNEFZpW3wRyhmpChP-2t5mWC_GjHXhYPt52CxbPDa0tPNO5jyn7HUT21PUnNMphnCo/s1600-h/IMGP1428.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349083265089397106" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN5k_b2NhPbvPkrrp2QfI8Tc1jfLRqS-ksXtrRqFzDVQjc4AsWCaUs6Qg3QFc-2ORzxZ_cez8EzU0OgyvXvgoNKNL8KFEhufAQr_-eXSOqvLG8r3nOZVr04WrYHGjo1zkXvPq-QKxH6dIN/s400/vn_1123354_px_501__w_lavoixdunord_.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;">M</span>on dernier coup de coeur musical</span> ~</div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Yodelice - <a href="http://www.deezer.com/track/3033953"><span style="color:#999999;">The Other Side</span></a></span></strong></div>Auré'.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996152263041693489noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243669047880510462.post-9553088433908468312009-06-15T13:29:00.000-07:002009-06-15T13:52:29.161-07:00L'enchanteresse de Florence.<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJjACq1NelreFyS6hCT9oVXm533nTdEt8EqhdSTbxh4QJWxxjbdCk1cCAjGkMv6fsRrYfllmQYUywMZF0Tzm5IwyC01i-jKt8LX_7kqgVZrsuEpxkUGIhZbh2nVGhMbArwIJCS5q0Mbdqb/s1600-h/Namaste_India_by_omkali.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347655638785330946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJjACq1NelreFyS6hCT9oVXm533nTdEt8EqhdSTbxh4QJWxxjbdCk1cCAjGkMv6fsRrYfllmQYUywMZF0Tzm5IwyC01i-jKt8LX_7kqgVZrsuEpxkUGIhZbh2nVGhMbArwIJCS5q0Mbdqb/s400/Namaste_India_by_omkali.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"> I.<br /></span><div align="justify">« <em>Aux dernières lueurs du jour finissant, le lac miroitant qui s'étandait près du palais semblait se transformer en une mer d'or liquide. Un voyageur qui serait passé là au coucher du soleil - et celui précisément qui arrivait en ce moment même sur le chemin longeant le lac - aurait pu croire qu'il s'approchait du trône d'un monarque si fabuleusement riche qu'il pouvait se permettre de déverser dans un immense cratère une partie de ses trésors afin de plonger ses hôtes dans la stupeur et l'émerveillement. Et ce lac, pourtant très étendu, n'était sans doute d'une goutte provenant d'une mer de richesses bien plus vaste, si vaste que le voyageur était à mille lieues de pouvoir imaginer l'étendue de l'océan originel. (...)</em> » <span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;">Salman Rushdie, 2008.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;">- Et là tu te dis : ok, j'ai du boulot ...</span> - </span></div></div>Auré'.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996152263041693489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243669047880510462.post-61849584496705249472009-06-15T12:08:00.000-07:002009-06-23T04:42:53.002-07:00& je fais mon cinéma.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi319OVsSlxmTzssloU7tZJ4ACpjzl8oClEAXVciASJvP3lg7mlR6Z3LSu3a60WAKGNM1eCveoCzlO3Z3k8tn9Ii61-TVPAbZp6_ac1lspl2LB0Mqw8P9Jc66_yJT0DwYG3X_5JGZQTkEy4/s1600-h/2171220567_small_1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347634805574831778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi319OVsSlxmTzssloU7tZJ4ACpjzl8oClEAXVciASJvP3lg7mlR6Z3LSu3a60WAKGNM1eCveoCzlO3Z3k8tn9Ii61-TVPAbZp6_ac1lspl2LB0Mqw8P9Jc66_yJT0DwYG3X_5JGZQTkEy4/s400/2171220567_small_1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">++++++++++</span> </span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#006600;">•</span><span style="color:#ffff66;">•</span><span style="color:#66cccc;">•</span></span> Out of Africa</span> ~ <span style="font-family:courier new;">Into the Wild</span> ~ <span style="font-family:georgia;">Frida </span>~<span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Le fabuleux Destin d'</span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Amelie Poulain</span> ~ <span style="font-family:times new roman;">Constant Gardener</span> ~ <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Los Abrazos Rotos</span> ~ <span style="font-family:verdana;">Eternal Sunchine of the Spotless Mind</span> ~ Milk ~ <span style="font-family:courier new;">Finding Neverland</span> ~ <span style="font-family:georgia;">Benjamin Button</span> ~ <span style="font-family:lucida grande;">The English Patient</span> ~ <span style="font-family:times new roman;">L'Auberge espagnole</span> ~<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">East of Eden</span> ~ <span style="font-family:verdana;">Walk the Line</span> ~ <span style="font-family:arial;">Les poupées russes</span> ~ <span style="font-family:courier new;">Mulholland Drive</span> ~ Big Fish ~ <span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Sweeney Todd</span> ~ <span style="font-family:times new roman;">Paris </span>~ <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sleepy Hollow</span> ~ <span style="font-family:verdana;">Slumdog Millionaire</span> ~ <span style="font-family:arial;">Chicago</span> ~ <span style="font-family:courier new;">Valse avec Bachir</span> ~ Lost in Translation ~ <span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Secret Window</span> ~ <span style="font-family:times new roman;">Carnet de voyage</span> ~ <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Babel</span> ~ <span style="font-family:verdana;">21 grammes</span> ~ <span style="font-family:arial;">Vicky Cristina Barcelona</span> ~ <span style="font-family:courier new;">Little Miss Sunshine</span> ~ La Môme ~ <span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Star Wars</span> ~ <span style="font-family:times new roman;">I'm not There</span> ~ <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">La fille sur le pont</span> ~ <span style="font-family:verdana;">Tout sur ma mère</span> ~<span style="font-family:arial;"> Juno ~ </span></p>Auré'.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996152263041693489noreply@blogger.com6