tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657794483990702722024-03-13T03:05:57.872-07:00Les éphémères de la Butte-MontmartreSiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08102602765412886247noreply@blogger.comBlogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165779448399070272.post-67114693359112506532011-06-10T14:46:00.000-07:002011-06-10T14:50:41.280-07:00Cache Cache...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRqky4ip4m_e7vd55GmDBoIoWnCBLu7SkE33b9X6EPy9ez_VCTJtMCXOf8pLBBL8ZhGoI1wSMZr1ZPvSuknwseHIJQpmDaeWG2E-pS_LyBjleAXmjeX3dkwMpUvVYFB0eAj5nrqdlHK1N1/s1600/sole+blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRqky4ip4m_e7vd55GmDBoIoWnCBLu7SkE33b9X6EPy9ez_VCTJtMCXOf8pLBBL8ZhGoI1wSMZr1ZPvSuknwseHIJQpmDaeWG2E-pS_LyBjleAXmjeX3dkwMpUvVYFB0eAj5nrqdlHK1N1/s320/sole+blog.jpg" t8="true" width="266px" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="txtC40 B14"> <strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">Plus on se cache,</span></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="txtC40 B14"><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;"> plus il est désagréable d'être surpris</span></em></strong>.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: inherit;"><strong><em> Sören Kierkegaard</em></strong></span></div>Siahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08102602765412886247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165779448399070272.post-31013397918378996492011-05-11T05:38:00.001-07:002011-05-11T05:40:14.438-07:00Quand un homme marche vers son destin, il est bien souvent forcé de changer de direction. Paulo Coelho<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipyCH98fIsMMnECb30KWUDvVyYDo2iHUoE8FPjC730zUcmSIIcBZhMjUEB6MI15bLXDM7DeWULtsiw48Uoab_eTh8VuMizP1c17XPK7mpukNfgQjZUR09Qg7UCB40igFkf93PSomQhTO-i/s1600/Image.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipyCH98fIsMMnECb30KWUDvVyYDo2iHUoE8FPjC730zUcmSIIcBZhMjUEB6MI15bLXDM7DeWULtsiw48Uoab_eTh8VuMizP1c17XPK7mpukNfgQjZUR09Qg7UCB40igFkf93PSomQhTO-i/s320/Image.jpg" width="266px" /></a></div>Siahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08102602765412886247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165779448399070272.post-18349067655193838742011-05-08T06:32:00.000-07:002011-05-08T06:32:32.415-07:00"Regarde attentivement car ce que tu vas voir n'est plus ce que tu viens de voir" (Leonardo da Vinci)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjby29LAFMMOBkFwl5pxQ6izTjOe_IAHX4_vYY6j4oMwVS5tOpM7lA3ZHN6KZ3ZX6BIpI5Lj9hJymGW7jvDrft7LxArJ159TYCGgangMRu89GkzESSDOf2t31liLw3-Ka3RNlxAzhqdfhK-/s1600/completa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjby29LAFMMOBkFwl5pxQ6izTjOe_IAHX4_vYY6j4oMwVS5tOpM7lA3ZHN6KZ3ZX6BIpI5Lj9hJymGW7jvDrft7LxArJ159TYCGgangMRu89GkzESSDOf2t31liLw3-Ka3RNlxAzhqdfhK-/s320/completa.jpg" width="266px" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="txtC40 B14"><strong><em>Les hommes n'ont plus le temps de rien connaître. </em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="txtC40 B14"><strong><em>Ils achètent des choses toutes faites chez les marchands. </em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="txtC40 B14"><strong><em>Mais comme il n'existe point de marchands d'amis, </em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="txtC40 B14"><strong><em>les hommes n'ont plus d'amis.</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="txtC40 B14"><strong><em> </em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="txtC40 B14"><strong><em> Antoine de Saint-Exupéry</em></strong></span></div>Siahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08102602765412886247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165779448399070272.post-23803245942050499212010-12-18T07:11:00.000-08:002010-12-18T07:11:05.056-08:00<div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF7urzspUEaX3XsovuO29JF06QQWeJYEVJXSIbB-f0aFe4N_u2EJNAQ0aGEhluNTYLcyXVSMnnvudQKYum01RxknvItfBE3-LvrOEleE6f8RxOPzWvpMnwYRqzq11jyQx9XImLrVf2qt_c/s1600/111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF7urzspUEaX3XsovuO29JF06QQWeJYEVJXSIbB-f0aFe4N_u2EJNAQ0aGEhluNTYLcyXVSMnnvudQKYum01RxknvItfBE3-LvrOEleE6f8RxOPzWvpMnwYRqzq11jyQx9XImLrVf2qt_c/s320/111.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="txtC40 B14"><em><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Trop haut, c'est l'impossible; </span></strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="txtC40 B14"><em><strong><span style="font-size: large;">trop bas ce sont les feuilles mortes. </span></strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="txtC40 B14"><em><strong><span style="font-size: large;">La vie n'est pas là ; regardez directement devant vous, </span></strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="txtC40 B14"><em><strong><span style="font-size: large;">à hauteur d'hommes, et vous la verrez.</span></strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <strong><span style="font-size: large;">(Eugène Fromentin)</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>(Troppo in alto è impossibile; troppo in basso ci sono le foglie morte. Non è là la vita; guardate direttamente davanti a voi, ad altezza uomo e così la vedrete.)</strong></div>Siahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08102602765412886247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165779448399070272.post-58032617180619601392010-12-17T11:14:00.000-08:002010-12-17T11:14:07.233-08:00Passe-moi le sel de la vie!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="txtC40 B14"><span style="font-size: large;"><em><strong>C'est écrire qui est le véritable plaisir;</strong></em></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="txtC40 B14"><span style="font-size: large;"><em><strong> être lu n'est qu'un plaisir superficiel</strong></em></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="txtC40 B14"></span><span class="txtC40 B14"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"><em> </em>(Virginia Woolf)</span></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="txtC40 B14"><strong>(Il vero piacere è scrivere, essere letti non è che un piacere superficiale)</strong></span></div>Siahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08102602765412886247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165779448399070272.post-71216534717692415922010-11-28T13:07:00.000-08:002010-11-28T13:10:39.468-08:00Le couple (1927)<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="txtC40 B14"><em><strong><span style="font-size: large;">La </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: large;">grande</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: large;">aventure</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: large;">, c'est de </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: large;">voir</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: large;">surgir</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: large;"> quelque </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: large;">chose</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: large;"> d'</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: large;">inconnu</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: large;">, chaque </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: large;">jour</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: large;">, </span></strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="txtC40 B14"><em><strong><span style="font-size: large;">dans le </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: large;">même</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: large;">visage</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: large;">.</span></strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="txtC40 B14"><em><strong><span style="font-size: large;"> C'est plus </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: large;">grand</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: large;"> que </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: large;">tous</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: large;"> les </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: large;">voyages</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: large;">autour</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: large;"> du </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: large;">monde</span></strong></em>.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="txtC40 B14"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"> Alberto Giacometti</span></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong><em><span class="txtC40 B14">Une chute du troisième étage fait tout autant de dégâts qu'une chute du centième étage</span><span class="txtC40 B14">. </span></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="txtC40 B14"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong><em>Si je dois tomber, qu'au moins je tombe de très haut.</em></strong></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="txtC40 B14"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="txtC40 B14"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"> (Paulo Coelho)</span></strong></span></div>Siahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08102602765412886247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165779448399070272.post-70555377683407375862010-11-21T02:43:00.001-08:002010-11-21T02:45:52.220-08:00Si ce sont les plumes qui font le plumage, ce n'est pas la colle qui fait le collage. Max Ernst<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKEyJw3jT0qfySX4FyZkABwuGwaRrfhccJnNWo3k-QdhXx9CXMfWSM5EHwTCkN5LLN9po6GqONtrUjpeJoo0zImLwRwfoDv-C4pNZqozjMkut39Xm82UlcMndS_2KxJaTs2gaD5ey05Kpq/s1600/22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKEyJw3jT0qfySX4FyZkABwuGwaRrfhccJnNWo3k-QdhXx9CXMfWSM5EHwTCkN5LLN9po6GqONtrUjpeJoo0zImLwRwfoDv-C4pNZqozjMkut39Xm82UlcMndS_2KxJaTs2gaD5ey05Kpq/s320/22.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Passage des Abbesses</strong></span></div>Siahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08102602765412886247noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165779448399070272.post-26533323237777979912010-11-20T05:19:00.000-08:002010-11-20T05:19:57.883-08:00Le théâtre doit être ce que le théâtre n'est pas. Pier Paolo Pasolini<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8qDkHGz6y2Ysg6P5TVbvgIUtJtEjPHAnbU0YQkaXMtpzKolqNW_2THfuvOrSvZha3-Hom6QZ7EP-BDpcHZ3YCnt2MRNSgWskxW5SzVi9f-y_nlv6WlGZCN4KBZTGZUuFS3vWVLhYefLA1/s1600/te.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8qDkHGz6y2Ysg6P5TVbvgIUtJtEjPHAnbU0YQkaXMtpzKolqNW_2THfuvOrSvZha3-Hom6QZ7EP-BDpcHZ3YCnt2MRNSgWskxW5SzVi9f-y_nlv6WlGZCN4KBZTGZUuFS3vWVLhYefLA1/s320/te.jpg" width="266" /></a></div>Siahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08102602765412886247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165779448399070272.post-83445673434456466922010-11-13T01:41:00.000-08:002010-11-13T01:41:03.290-08:00La vérité est dans la consistance. E.A.Poe<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFQYBbAfYDE0HE8vx4oW3-DRXMUW1Vm8wtZbZgUHYi73ihMkVD7yE9KsJ66bvL_yvCZSIy9JoANi1mk0SDWQHxlecHvkkrq2xxIoAMDHnOPUCg80o1Nn_nyIvLibqDD9rp5TRLzS8UDlEA/s1600/w3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFQYBbAfYDE0HE8vx4oW3-DRXMUW1Vm8wtZbZgUHYi73ihMkVD7yE9KsJ66bvL_yvCZSIy9JoANi1mk0SDWQHxlecHvkkrq2xxIoAMDHnOPUCg80o1Nn_nyIvLibqDD9rp5TRLzS8UDlEA/s320/w3.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Voyez ! c’est nuit de gala dans ces derniers ans solitaires ! Une multitude d’anges en ailes, parée du voile et noyée de pleurs, siège dans un théâtre, pour voir un spectacle d’espoir et de craintes, tandis que l’orchestre soupire par intervalles la musique des sphères.</em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Des mimes avec la forme du Dieu d’en haut chuchotent et marmottent bas, et se jettent ici ou là, — pures marionnettes qui vont et viennent au commandement de vastes choses informes, lesquelles transportent la scène de côté et d’autre, secouant de leurs ailes de Condor l’invisible Malheur.<br />
Ce drame bigarré — oh ! pour sûr, on ne l’oubliera, avec son Fantôme à jamais pourchassé par une foule qui ne le saisit pas, à travers un cercle qui revient toujours à une seule et même place ; et beaucoup de Folie et plus de Péché et d’Horreur font l’âme de l’intrigue.</em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Éteintes ! — éteintes sont les lumières, — toutes éteintes ! et, par-dessus chaque forme frissonnante, le rideau, drap mortuaire, descend avec un fracas de tempête, et les anges, pallides tous et blêmes, se levant, se dévoilant, affirment que la pièce est la tragédie L’Homme : et sôn héros, le Ver Vainqueur.</em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Mais voyez, parmi la cohue des mimes, faire intrusion une forme rampante ! quelque chose de rouge sang qui sort, en se tordant, de la solitude scénique ! Se tordant, — se tordant, avec de mortelles angoisses, — les mimes deviennent sa proie et les séraphins sanglotent de ces dents d’un ver imbues de la pourpre humaine.</em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em> Edgar Allan Poe</em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Guardate! È una notte di gala dopo questi ultimi anni desolati! Una moltitudine d'angeli alati, ornati di veli, immersi nelle lacrime, è assisa in un teatro, per vedere un dramma di speranze e di timori, mentre l'orchestra sospira a intervalli la musica delle Sfere. Alcuni mimi, fatti a imagine dell'altissimo Iddio, brontolano e borbottano a bassa voce e volteggiano da un lato all'altro; povere marionette che vanno e vengono al comando di vasti esseri senza forma, che trasportano la scena qua e là, scotendo con le loro ali di Condor l'invisibile Infelicità! Questo dramma variopinto certamente non sarà dimenticato! Col suo fantasma inseguito eternamente da una folla che non può afferrarlo lungo un cerchio che ritorna sempre su se stesso, esattamente allo stesso punto! E molto la Follia, e ancora più il Peccato e l'Orrore sono l'anima dell'intreccio! </div><div style="text-align: center;">Ma, guardate! attraverso la calca dei mimi una forma strisciante s'avanza, una cosa rossa di sangue, che viene torcendosi dalla parte solitaria della scena! Essa si torce! Essa si torce! Con angosce mortali e mimi diventano il suo pasto; e i serafini singhiozzano vedendo i denti del verme masticare grumi di sangue umano. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Tutte le luci si spengono: tutte, tutte! E sopra ogni forma rabbrividente il sipario, vasto drappo mortuario,</div><div style="text-align: center;">discende con la violenza d'una tempesta; e gli angeli, tutti pallidi e smorti, levandosi e svelandosi, affermano</div><div style="text-align: center;">che questo spettacolo è una tragedia che si chiama « L'uomo » in cui il vincitore è il </div><div style="text-align: center;">« Verme Conquistatore ».)</div>Siahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08102602765412886247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165779448399070272.post-45924402791049437612010-11-12T13:33:00.000-08:002010-11-12T13:39:14.498-08:00SAMO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_NdfrbaSVWNB8JSMWcusk7CrjyFOyOKSYZS5VkxgavcM3eV5lLbOaUIgXcYyuG3919gpTpdzd66nyN188EQzRvNm4fRKnwS0MHTIFUwTsM2AfRRh6xQZJj_YXG_34Z7g8Dlb0AxdQVM6H/s1600/w2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_NdfrbaSVWNB8JSMWcusk7CrjyFOyOKSYZS5VkxgavcM3eV5lLbOaUIgXcYyuG3919gpTpdzd66nyN188EQzRvNm4fRKnwS0MHTIFUwTsM2AfRRh6xQZJj_YXG_34Z7g8Dlb0AxdQVM6H/s320/w2.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Si rallegra ogni core.</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>Sì dolce, sì gradita</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>Quand'è, com'or, la vita?</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>Quando con tanto amore</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>L'uomo a' suoi studi intende?</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>O torna all'opre? o cosa nova imprende?</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>Quando de' mali suoi men si ricorda?</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>Piacer figlio d'affanno;</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>Gioia vana, ch'è frutto</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>Del passato timore, onde si scosse</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>E paventò la morte</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>Chi la vita abborria;</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>Onde in lungo tormento,</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>Fredde, tacite, smorte,</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>Sudàr le genti e palpitàr, vedendo</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>Mossi alle nostre offese</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>Folgori, nembi e vento. (...)</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>Giacomo Leopardi</em></strong></div><div align="center"> </div>Siahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08102602765412886247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165779448399070272.post-22521193777163321542010-11-04T12:04:00.000-07:002010-11-04T12:07:29.552-07:00La surprise est l'épreuve du vrai courage (Aristote)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9jT1Yd_FRY1zMTRPcHz-b83v9cQ3QAkZ85c7B126MiGoKvgtCFC3M0aHg-gSEJDGpibdA4oVFbS2GN9_QY4K8yZSYzyDeh0GSW9KQuLcTW3oSK93x33b2DoOyr_ZdSDWEZ98l4dAf88dG/s1600/w.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535772992866685010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9jT1Yd_FRY1zMTRPcHz-b83v9cQ3QAkZ85c7B126MiGoKvgtCFC3M0aHg-gSEJDGpibdA4oVFbS2GN9_QY4K8yZSYzyDeh0GSW9KQuLcTW3oSK93x33b2DoOyr_ZdSDWEZ98l4dAf88dG/s400/w.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0InO7WmMQNaPMCvw6FnaqGsF-ep06WkWdHAb40MFiKJptIPzSoycpyFD4rAUXnODyRja9dRNiPim3J3QDqzNvvMfsgAzqsBSBMmFhrq2K0IB4nadntjoysCTdg9SsqIcN-GHmhps0WJFz/s1600/ww.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535772879229960834" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJe_3eEX2KqMLnfo9y5PvoMX_ftsTaLX_g4cjVTdeoqW32UobljBvgMEzWSaBAkzSCcwEPNsH4RmtkdgwonbrIIEH6gmnBShKFmpnUfV7N1FUFDLZnvxStCuyrbF3QYttoP0pPM2lpC08v/s400/1passage+des+abbesses.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Une carrière réussie est une chose merveilleuse,</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;"> mais on ne peut pas se pelotonner contre elle, </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">la nuit,</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;"> quand on a froid l'hiver.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;"> Marilyn Monroe</span></em></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><br /><strong>(Una carriera riuscita è una cosa meravigliosa, ma non possiamo ranicchiarci contro essa, la notte, quando l'inverno abbiamo freddo.)</strong><br /></div>Siahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08102602765412886247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165779448399070272.post-14751424236736772292010-10-31T15:46:00.001-07:002010-10-31T16:03:59.135-07:00No Logo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu6Di8zu0LWRMa3e4gxwb5Ue79AtxrOMz8i4SvhByJ4WM2PWhGDUoVoPXhHOiNzqEA57TVqi4dBpQuJu8KoToXTh-yTvIYcBRWlXCPhJJggmDZ5Co2nhZHE247mhxoD_MSrvWPUL4QIYID/s1600/w1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534345508625242370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu6Di8zu0LWRMa3e4gxwb5Ue79AtxrOMz8i4SvhByJ4WM2PWhGDUoVoPXhHOiNzqEA57TVqi4dBpQuJu8KoToXTh-yTvIYcBRWlXCPhJJggmDZ5Co2nhZHE247mhxoD_MSrvWPUL4QIYID/s400/w1.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></em></strong><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">La culture est une chose qui vous arrive. Vous pouvez en acheter au Virgin Megastore et en louer chez Blockbuster Video. Mais ce n'est pas une chose à laquelle vous participez, ni à laquelle vous pouvez répondre.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><em></em>Naomi Klein</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong>(La cultura è una cosa che vi capita. Potete comprarla da Virgin Megastore e affittarla da Blockbuster Video. Ma non è una cosa a cui partecipate, né a cui potete rispondere.)</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"></div>Siahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08102602765412886247noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165779448399070272.post-44019822134101710602010-10-30T14:58:00.000-07:002010-10-30T15:11:44.409-07:00L'automne est le printemps de l'hiver. H.de Toulouse Lautrec<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgstJd587RyiBL0XvzYloYe5G6_4TUsvLpJ0frjCmRNnyy0ojXEDC4Efxug63H2NAfrJbSrB6qX-qvkoQIoxlShBy9vAxHI9JSamgiH_ZHGYgxUdou1VY0GHUuBt142p9Mg6DecQ8DRDvos/s1600/b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533962969548317042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgstJd587RyiBL0XvzYloYe5G6_4TUsvLpJ0frjCmRNnyy0ojXEDC4Efxug63H2NAfrJbSrB6qX-qvkoQIoxlShBy9vAxHI9JSamgiH_ZHGYgxUdou1VY0GHUuBt142p9Mg6DecQ8DRDvos/s400/b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsxua9a6QEE415Nppm456R_XeiEO9gNT_Ok5dbdGUNRc4yyeLdtGWbJGreLZEh9fROjw1L2BzLO0Q8A5AaRfRxylTB9sYHHbf265UQ74GzkhwatPB9T8sQqnsN1ICgRDYtfwRcp5JSQB6N/s1600/bb.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533962850012843250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsxua9a6QEE415Nppm456R_XeiEO9gNT_Ok5dbdGUNRc4yyeLdtGWbJGreLZEh9fROjw1L2BzLO0Q8A5AaRfRxylTB9sYHHbf265UQ74GzkhwatPB9T8sQqnsN1ICgRDYtfwRcp5JSQB6N/s400/bb.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div><br /> </div><div></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSsbZpQUIAh4zjb2sAammfkg0zD11ikUbP6sZezy1UAGlmUKIRwFJv0XVaUI2IgNlLC_p6YS8vg5TtrD4kJKHZhXokWXL-PsHu_QTFf3MwFAK3dGSxfhimmIR1KS8o248eNbVdZJNBu848/s1600/Image1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533962612536750386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSsbZpQUIAh4zjb2sAammfkg0zD11ikUbP6sZezy1UAGlmUKIRwFJv0XVaUI2IgNlLC_p6YS8vg5TtrD4kJKHZhXokWXL-PsHu_QTFf3MwFAK3dGSxfhimmIR1KS8o248eNbVdZJNBu848/s400/Image1.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center">(L'autunno è la primavera dell'inverno. Henri de Toulouse Lautrec)</div><div></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><strong>BROCANTE D'AUTOMNE</strong></em> - 17 Octobre 2010 -<br /></span><br /></div><div></div></div>Siahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08102602765412886247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165779448399070272.post-88204301092444090572010-10-25T12:33:00.000-07:002010-10-25T12:48:49.724-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAzgz9_Zb3GArn0Y7LgdrZ4XAf5IioRZc0QBWOF4zDIIzUp9UodWb5s6R1bV3WlSW6SNhvi4n8xXMNmK5uDgd1n1jCbbItAQLWTX0facThcoh7GOac5jB3PazT_gDgMsLBPcJo0LZegOWg/s1600/1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532070662496065362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAzgz9_Zb3GArn0Y7LgdrZ4XAf5IioRZc0QBWOF4zDIIzUp9UodWb5s6R1bV3WlSW6SNhvi4n8xXMNmK5uDgd1n1jCbbItAQLWTX0facThcoh7GOac5jB3PazT_gDgMsLBPcJo0LZegOWg/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuzGA2mm-I32skamogUD5njiDqvMaiO__fG_GaNDGsLWxPsaVPdh4dkutAM6epy4ombEYGqh6gXEh7uzWOvuUeG8u0nGYV7gbZBwcRGoyLEMLeHi4-i07ZY7seUr4zGCzwr9jFqN7_7ac6/s1600/2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532070547159297970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuzGA2mm-I32skamogUD5njiDqvMaiO__fG_GaNDGsLWxPsaVPdh4dkutAM6epy4ombEYGqh6gXEh7uzWOvuUeG8u0nGYV7gbZBwcRGoyLEMLeHi4-i07ZY7seUr4zGCzwr9jFqN7_7ac6/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Homme,</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>tu as regardé la plus triste la plus morne de toutes les fleurs de la terre </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Et comme aux autres fleurs tu lui as donné un nom. </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Tu l'as appellée Pensée.</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><em> </em>J. Prévert</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong>( Uomo, hai guardato il più triste e il più cupo fiore della terra e come agli altri fiori gli hai dato un nome. L</strong><strong>'hai chiamato Pensiero.)</strong></div>Siahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08102602765412886247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165779448399070272.post-15505156386558530732010-10-19T08:05:00.000-07:002010-10-19T08:05:00.778-07:00il y a des fleurs...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibjmyQOsBaouFGvXJg2hssWsIBRIafYG8H-DubfUQ6orgTmet0rr1_xMes_BEKiegZjO_CX4-Sn1MIhVDZ6-ys8QgSThzh7FLHNE9WQnZUPObIid4YkFIo4AaCipXYmoythlAHAuB0UM_m/s1600/12.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529035812564292930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibjmyQOsBaouFGvXJg2hssWsIBRIafYG8H-DubfUQ6orgTmet0rr1_xMes_BEKiegZjO_CX4-Sn1MIhVDZ6-ys8QgSThzh7FLHNE9WQnZUPObIid4YkFIo4AaCipXYmoythlAHAuB0UM_m/s400/12.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGKVE69xfsuTsnd_n5qGJLatkUqc0CHMYjMiqAd09yZRnd9O9zkhS2wxk2JYf-Ag4-S5H6bI3tpOfujbVAtBQBZi7zNeIi5CfCaiyJUNg92jEPsXWRqfrWvIlDU_7CctGIltGjEKqNHIr4/s1600/Image.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529031736480882146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGKVE69xfsuTsnd_n5qGJLatkUqc0CHMYjMiqAd09yZRnd9O9zkhS2wxk2JYf-Ag4-S5H6bI3tpOfujbVAtBQBZi7zNeIi5CfCaiyJUNg92jEPsXWRqfrWvIlDU_7CctGIltGjEKqNHIr4/s400/Image.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><strong><em>En automne, je récoltai toutes mes peines et les enterrai dans mon jardin. </em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>Lorsque avril refleurit et que la terre et le printemps célébrèrent leurs noces, </em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>mon jardin fut jonché de fleurs splendides et exceptionnelles.<br /></em><br /> Khalil Gibran</strong></div></div>Siahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08102602765412886247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165779448399070272.post-33721536474853115472010-10-18T07:52:00.000-07:002010-10-18T07:52:00.195-07:00The mask<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp8-u9wJnaIdSxCe1K53zg9xgdcIR6a4EVXGsvKBCweqgLysccA7xvCIPnjHdyzah_gfzuoRa7IUxO35bWAM-WONw5MsNnlbPehEN4YqweY-T84xWcuB_ns0kq55IqAx8JBD3_8YlEmH8k/s1600/rue+feutrier.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529029939066047730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp8-u9wJnaIdSxCe1K53zg9xgdcIR6a4EVXGsvKBCweqgLysccA7xvCIPnjHdyzah_gfzuoRa7IUxO35bWAM-WONw5MsNnlbPehEN4YqweY-T84xWcuB_ns0kq55IqAx8JBD3_8YlEmH8k/s400/rue+feutrier.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><em><strong>L'homme est moins lui-même quand il est sincère, </strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><em><strong>donnez-lui un masque et il dira la vérité.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><em> </em>Oscar Wilde</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>(L'uomo è meno se stesso quando è sincero; dategli una maschera e dirà la verità<em>)</em></strong></div>Siahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08102602765412886247noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165779448399070272.post-20772469162093020302010-10-17T07:35:00.000-07:002010-10-17T07:46:24.380-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCc9OJl3v1Pp60rhroyJpCaZTy0PoiALLe7mOEk6JG077J1VocprN0rXBYNPRZPIzvQvoWEhszHO23SO9Cn1Jo6zNvoCw8chCZ5GCfl-cNlh5hnapW0brHB0vq6iWMZRPqey-AKthIskpw/s1600/Image1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529023653837005442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCc9OJl3v1Pp60rhroyJpCaZTy0PoiALLe7mOEk6JG077J1VocprN0rXBYNPRZPIzvQvoWEhszHO23SO9Cn1Jo6zNvoCw8chCZ5GCfl-cNlh5hnapW0brHB0vq6iWMZRPqey-AKthIskpw/s400/Image1.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><br /></em><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><em>Il faut toujours laisser la porte du plateau ouverte, </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><em>parce qu'on ne sait jamais ce qui peut y entrer.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"> Jean Renoir</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span> </div><div align="center">(Bisogna sempre lasciare la porta della scena aperta: non si sa mai qui può entrare.)</div>Siahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08102602765412886247noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165779448399070272.post-42342798475426679112010-10-02T03:44:00.000-07:002010-10-02T03:44:00.119-07:00Forme et Couleur<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgABZlJEvJN0oq3HqrjsS-OgZXMSvWc1Mwg3ilpyIMBNlJXfiMAohU8SJAbDfOQ1LqS9rdqd8LD2K8kthf9lEbS70IC5vBL9H3T2lNLxlljWi_U3VdI2nvj-mpbnNt0hQpRGeYiJ8YiSuJP/s1600/metto2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523119718949746226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgABZlJEvJN0oq3HqrjsS-OgZXMSvWc1Mwg3ilpyIMBNlJXfiMAohU8SJAbDfOQ1LqS9rdqd8LD2K8kthf9lEbS70IC5vBL9H3T2lNLxlljWi_U3VdI2nvj-mpbnNt0hQpRGeYiJ8YiSuJP/s400/metto2.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"><em> <strong>L'art est toujours plus abstrait que nous ne l'imaginons. La forme et la couleur nous parlent de forme et de couleur, et tout s'arrête là.</strong></em></span> </div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Oscar Wilde</span></strong></div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">(L'arte è più astatta di ciò che immaginiamo. La forma e il colore ci parlano di forma e colore e finisce tutto lì.)<br /></span></strong></div>Siahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08102602765412886247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165779448399070272.post-47028218726259526562010-09-30T12:08:00.000-07:002010-09-30T12:08:00.271-07:00"POESIA BIANCA"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6zwFKTOiR9-HyPSYrYHiuuwGPKazZsrBP6RxW5lLx4sR_rPWeQHtCDVhomJeG0ddZTiE5McxsblksA7ZbZmTWDt_cho6MmtlvVg60T-41Pf46x_jL1xBC9KAWg5D_bLAOWyRxUKTlW4Qo/s1600/metto.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522043473460523938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6zwFKTOiR9-HyPSYrYHiuuwGPKazZsrBP6RxW5lLx4sR_rPWeQHtCDVhomJeG0ddZTiE5McxsblksA7ZbZmTWDt_cho6MmtlvVg60T-41Pf46x_jL1xBC9KAWg5D_bLAOWyRxUKTlW4Qo/s400/metto.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em><strong>… Io non so dire se l’isolamento è stata una scelta o un accadimento. So che l’uomo spesso è solo. E io per anni ho avuto paura a rimanere solo. Ho disegnato solitudini.<br />Poi ho cominciato a volere bene al silenzio e a stare bene anche solo. Ma appena sento che si ispessisce , che si vuol fare lastra di gelo, lo infrango; spezzo l’isolamento…<br /></div></strong></em><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><em> Simone Massi</em></strong></div><div align="center"> .</div><div align="center"> .</div><div align="center"> .</div><div align="center"><br />(...Je ne sais pas dire si l’isolement était un choix ou une arrivée. Je sais que souvent l’homme est seul. Moi, pendant des années j’ai eu peur de rester seul. J’ai dessiné des solitudes. Ensuite, j’ai commencé à bien aimer le silence et à etre bien tout seul. Mais dés que je sens que la solitude s’épaissit, qu’elle veut se faire plaque de glace, je la brise, je casse l’isolement...)</div>Siahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08102602765412886247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165779448399070272.post-69467202256408876792010-09-29T14:59:00.000-07:002010-09-29T14:59:00.581-07:00POURQUOI PAS<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5KxXTKmHqy-U7eQhE-nitM1oldgKQ7YGmkEuKUH2CY09XVw1OCxFAl08foMUXiF37oglthxx6TBcNE8w_Sjd91koMmqBDrJMD3IwTShey3suTjpf-3WGJATDoGR6FB4RFj5Mr_7UDVSht/s1600/pp.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520974376420487266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5KxXTKmHqy-U7eQhE-nitM1oldgKQ7YGmkEuKUH2CY09XVw1OCxFAl08foMUXiF37oglthxx6TBcNE8w_Sjd91koMmqBDrJMD3IwTShey3suTjpf-3WGJATDoGR6FB4RFj5Mr_7UDVSht/s400/pp.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Siahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08102602765412886247noreply@blogger.com0