tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212929552012-02-16T07:40:17.977Ztranches de campagne... ici Thoard en Alpes de Haute Provence, comme un navire jaillissant de la montagne - ici Vallée des Duyes, affluent de Bléone, affluent de Durance - ici Royaume de Poire Cuisse-de-Dame - ici Terre de Poésie, Pays de Beauté - BIENVENUE EN FRANCE PROFONDE !Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08080275482386443030noreply@blogger.comBlogger221100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21292955.post-81350945385168754802010-12-03T15:22:00.005Z2010-12-12T18:58:30.831Z<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbTe3Y7Bevg/TPkLvI0NnrI/AAAAAAAAAY0/6Ub41Sz3rM4/s1600/PC030007.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbTe3Y7Bevg/TPkLvI0NnrI/AAAAAAAAAY0/6Ub41Sz3rM4/s400/PC030007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546477320531713714" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">en cette belle après-midi d'automne, l'agneau des Basses Alpes engraisse à l'ombre des pommiers en neige...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21292955-8135094538516875480?l=emincederural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08080275482386443030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21292955.post-24820778088900268252010-11-01T20:43:00.001Z2010-11-01T20:46:12.285Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bbTe3Y7Bevg/TM8nDBmtotI/AAAAAAAAAYA/MJC83-XZSDo/s1600/PA300004.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bbTe3Y7Bevg/TM8nDBmtotI/AAAAAAAAAYA/MJC83-XZSDo/s400/PA300004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534685399985529554" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21292955-2482077808890026825?l=emincederural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08080275482386443030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21292955.post-86965299264960844922010-11-01T20:16:00.003Z2010-11-01T20:22:46.440Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbTe3Y7Bevg/TM8gxiCFg8I/AAAAAAAAAXw/yt4EfcErl4U/s1600/Photos-0013.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbTe3Y7Bevg/TM8gxiCFg8I/AAAAAAAAAXw/yt4EfcErl4U/s400/Photos-0013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534678502382863298" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">entre Turriers et Selonnet...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21292955-8696529926496084492?l=emincederural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08080275482386443030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21292955.post-31175336730443558592010-10-04T15:24:00.000Z2010-11-01T20:43:08.888Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bbTe3Y7Bevg/TM8mPsbfdWI/AAAAAAAAAX4/dgAxXdcvHzY/s1600/Photos-0021.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bbTe3Y7Bevg/TM8mPsbfdWI/AAAAAAAAAX4/dgAxXdcvHzY/s400/Photos-0021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534684518127990114" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21292955-3117533673044355859?l=emincederural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08080275482386443030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21292955.post-33506783875723744572010-08-28T20:13:00.001Z2010-11-01T20:16:36.313Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbTe3Y7Bevg/TM8gBJoLn3I/AAAAAAAAAXg/FKaPlcZEDnk/s1600/Photos-0017.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbTe3Y7Bevg/TM8gBJoLn3I/AAAAAAAAAXg/FKaPlcZEDnk/s400/Photos-0017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534677671198039922" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21292955-3350678387572374457?l=emincederural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08080275482386443030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21292955.post-51738736170733624122010-08-25T19:42:00.004Z2010-11-01T20:08:33.912Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bbTe3Y7Bevg/TM8eKgkby9I/AAAAAAAAAXY/2O6Jg_ndFMg/s1600/Photos-0003.jpg"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbTe3Y7Bevg/TM8d_tRRkPI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/oBwb2dW_2qY/s1600/Photos-0004.jpg"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bbTe3Y7Bevg/TM8d471WMSI/AAAAAAAAAXI/RbelBRd9xiA/s1600/Photos-0002.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bbTe3Y7Bevg/TM8d471WMSI/AAAAAAAAAXI/RbelBRd9xiA/s400/Photos-0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534675331032953122" border="0" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbTe3Y7Bevg/TM8d_tRRkPI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/oBwb2dW_2qY/s1600/Photos-0004.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbTe3Y7Bevg/TM8d_tRRkPI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/oBwb2dW_2qY/s400/Photos-0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534675447382642930" border="0" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bbTe3Y7Bevg/TM8eKgkby9I/AAAAAAAAAXY/2O6Jg_ndFMg/s1600/Photos-0003.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bbTe3Y7Bevg/TM8eKgkby9I/AAAAAAAAAXY/2O6Jg_ndFMg/s400/Photos-0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534675632951905234" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21292955-5173873617073362412?l=emincederural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08080275482386443030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21292955.post-6187750796699786202009-09-21T20:01:00.002Z2009-09-21T20:06:37.962Z<div style="text-align: center;">allez, au boulot, pour votre bonheur et celui de l'humanité !<br /><br />ici : <a href="http://pagesperso-orange.fr/henry-poulain/Les_sept_cles_du_bonheur.pdf">les sept clés du bonheur<br /></a><br />et là : <a href="http://pagesperso-orange.fr/henry-poulain/pouvoir_attraction.pdf">le pouvoir d'attraction</a><br /><br />à lire... et puis surtout : à vivre !!!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21292955-618775079669978620?l=emincederural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08080275482386443030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21292955.post-79157134267955604972009-06-20T13:52:00.006Z2010-11-01T19:40:55.615Ztout près de La Javie, dans le lit de Bléone, on y trouve des cailloux...<br />inconfortables, certes...<br />empilables, certainement !<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bbTe3Y7Bevg/Sjzq0iI6RHI/AAAAAAAAANw/RkMrHqRpfI0/s1600-h/IMG_4727.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bbTe3Y7Bevg/Sjzq0iI6RHI/AAAAAAAAANw/RkMrHqRpfI0/s320/IMG_4727.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349408645647582322" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbTe3Y7Bevg/SjzrIRchp-I/AAAAAAAAAOA/17dhm-oXsNE/s1600-h/IMG_4791.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbTe3Y7Bevg/SjzrIRchp-I/AAAAAAAAAOA/17dhm-oXsNE/s320/IMG_4791.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349408984763836386" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bbTe3Y7Bevg/SjzrA8Rxn-I/AAAAAAAAAN4/keVrEnl7gY8/s1600-h/IMG_4765.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bbTe3Y7Bevg/SjzrA8Rxn-I/AAAAAAAAAN4/keVrEnl7gY8/s320/IMG_4765.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349408858822516706" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21292955-7915713426795560497?l=emincederural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08080275482386443030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21292955.post-89504091707655366132009-01-30T18:15:00.000Z2009-01-30T17:15:56.033Z<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" >!! DERNIÈRE MINUTE !!</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">ça y est !</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">j'ai trouvé maison et jardin à La Javie, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">charmant village plus alpin que provençal à 15 mn au nord -est de Digne-les-Bains; emménagement prévu le 15 février !</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" ></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21292955-8950409170765536613?l=emincederural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08080275482386443030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21292955.post-1167143247334031652008-01-17T12:50:00.000Z2008-01-25T08:36:47.821Zvoilà où je vis quand je ne suis pas sur les routes, chargé de jus de poire ...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbTe3Y7Bevg/R5mSUsijz1I/AAAAAAAAAB0/q__qoLBFKYE/s1600-h/Yourte+vue+sud+%C3%A9t%C3%A9.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbTe3Y7Bevg/R5mSUsijz1I/AAAAAAAAAB0/q__qoLBFKYE/s400/Yourte+vue+sud+%C3%A9t%C3%A9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159315732380766034" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2960/1907/1600/415191/yourtes_vueNord.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2960/1907/320/693198/yourtes_vueNord.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21292955-116714324733403165?l=emincederural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08080275482386443030noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21292955.post-1166822021536217272006-12-22T21:10:00.000Z2006-12-22T21:13:41.550Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2960/1907/1600/969975/cerises_en_automne.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2960/1907/320/538098/cerises_en_automne.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21292955-116682202153621727?l=emincederural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08080275482386443030noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21292955.post-1145559521319790832006-04-20T18:55:00.000Z2006-04-20T20:30:57.936Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2960/1907/1600/pissenlits_nuages2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2960/1907/400/pissenlits_nuages2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21292955-114555952131979083?l=emincederural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08080275482386443030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21292955.post-1145479312943854262006-04-19T20:24:00.000Z2006-04-19T21:07:18.900Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2960/1907/1600/P1010008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2960/1907/320/P1010008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">1er festival "Allez à Thoard"<br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;">l'art investit les ruelles<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2960/1907/1600/P1010009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2960/1907/320/P1010009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2960/1907/1600/P1010003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2960/1907/320/P1010003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21292955-114547931294385426?l=emincederural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08080275482386443030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21292955.post-1145474767015222682006-04-19T19:18:00.000Z2006-04-19T20:57:38.316Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2960/1907/1600/pluie_orage.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2960/1907/320/pluie_orage.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2960/1907/1600/peuplier_arc_en_ciel.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2960/1907/320/peuplier_arc_en_ciel.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2960/1907/1600/tilleul_pluie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2960/1907/320/tilleul_pluie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />ce soir<br />dix neuf avril deux mille six<br />l'orage gronde<br />soleil couchant<br />instants de lumière uniques...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21292955-114547476701522268?l=emincederural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08080275482386443030noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21292955.post-1145126459805510912006-04-15T18:27:00.000Z2006-04-15T18:57:40.603Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2960/1907/1600/aube_Rakwana.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2960/1907/400/aube_Rakwana.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />comme une brèche dans ma vie<br />un envol loin là-bas vers le soleil levant<br />un petit matin au son des haut-parleurs<br />les chants des enfants d'une école bouddhiste<br />au coeur de la montagne<br />derrière, les plantations de thé ondulent au gré des collines<br />les <a href="http://www.bmkuhn.net/bilder/srilanka/misc/tuktuk.jpg">tuk-tuk</a> prennent le relais<br />les klaxons entament leur partition<br />Rakwana s'éveille...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21292955-114512645980551091?l=emincederural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08080275482386443030noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21292955.post-1138221179212252572006-01-25T20:24:00.000Z2006-01-30T21:01:44.596Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2960/1907/1600/de%20Cousson%20horizon%20sud.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2960/1907/320/de%20Cousson%20horizon%20sud.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:14;">il aurait fallu oublier que la barrière était tombée<o:p></o:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14;">il aurait fallu faire comme si elle s'était couchée dans une épaisse couche de coton blanc, ne produisant qu’un léger souffle, à peine perceptible, un embryon de frôlement aussitôt disparu<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14;">il aurait fallu...<br />mais le cœur battait encore<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14;">encore et à cri, martelant comme la pluie d’orage sa colère, sa rage<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14;">encore, inébranlable comme un taureau lancé en pleine course contre la mort<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14;">il aurait fallu partir avant, avoir su<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14;">s’être concertés dans le brouhaha naissant<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14;">il aurait fallu battre sa coulpe et vite battre aussi en retraite<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14;">s’éteindre telle l’étoile à l’aube<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14;">il aurait fallu oublier le temps de la chute, aussi long qu’un jour de canicule<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14;">il aurait fallu, ne serait-ce qu’un instant, imaginer un autre ciel, frotté de nuages pâles, doux et frais, imaginer le sable fin couché dessous<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14;">il aurait fallu que les yeux s’ouvrent plus tôt, avant l’automne, avant les mots gris<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14;">écarquillés<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14;">il aurait fallu que les mains se frôlent, s’éveillent, trouvent des peaux sur leurs os ronds, caressent à l’envi leur grain de soie vibrant sous la paume<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14;">il aurait fallu que les creux se gavent de courbes folles à n’en plus pouvoir chanter<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14;">il aurait fallu entendre le cri de l’orfraie dans la nuit écarlate, percevoir ce signal ultime<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14;">il aurait fallu oublier la dernière danse, celle où le monde se met à tourner sans fin</span><br /><span style="font-size:14;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:14;" >il aurait fallu…</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21292955-113822117921225257?l=emincederural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08080275482386443030noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21292955.post-1137963835339818302006-01-22T19:34:00.000Z2006-01-22T21:03:55.340Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2960/1907/1600/Thoard_640x480.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2960/1907/320/Thoard_640x480.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />comme un navire jaillissant de la montagne Thoard le fier s'impose et nargue le touriste il ne se livrera qu'à celui qui, tranquille, saura errer sans but dans ses ruelles pentues, rue de la Grande Débauche ou rue du Col, au hasard d'escaliers et de portes battantes et qui ne craindra pas de connaitre l'hiver et l'été dans le même quart d'heure pour peu qu'il passe de l'ubac aux jardins en terrasses<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21292955-113796383533981830?l=emincederural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08080275482386443030noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21292955.post-1137889236129195542006-01-22T00:07:00.000Z2006-04-15T18:26:11.126Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2960/1907/1600/Phare%20de%20la%20Vierge%202.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2960/1907/400/Phare%20de%20la%20Vierge%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2960/1907/1600/Finist%3F%3Fre%20Nord%20-%20Pays%20des%20Abers%202.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2960/1907/400/Finist%3F%3Fre%20Nord%20-%20Pays%20des%20Abers%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />il me vient par moment<br />des envies de phare ouest<br />d'embruns frais et salés<br />quand l'étau de l'été<br />assèche nos regards<br />il me vient des rafales<br />de vagues audacieuses<br />qui m'emportent au loin<br />face à l'immensité<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21292955-113788923612919554?l=emincederural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08080275482386443030noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21292955.post-1137885553586709792006-01-21T23:13:00.000Z2006-01-23T18:13:54.456Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2960/1907/1600/Geruen3%2020031012.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2960/1907/320/Geruen3%2020031012.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />de Claude BRAUN, poète dignois<br /><br />C'est un pays profond<br />Où le ciel<br />Fatigué d'être bleu<br />S'est allongé sur la montagne<br /><br />Où les oiseaux de nuit<br />Ont semé<br />Les premiers mots d'hiver<br />Pour éclairer les taches d'ombre<br /><br />C'est un pays profond<br />Où les hommes<br />Fatigués de l'été<br />Ont des paroles déjà blanches...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21292955-113788555358670979?l=emincederural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08080275482386443030noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21292955.post-1137862626163706432006-01-21T16:30:00.000Z2006-01-21T17:32:16.383Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2960/1907/1600/lavande_hiver_0601.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2960/1907/320/lavande_hiver_0601.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />sous l'astre de nos jours<br />les sages lavandins<br />ont rangé leurs atours<br />et attendent, sereins<br />que s'allongent les jours<br />les pierres, gardant la faim<br />au ventre, insensibles à<br />l'hiver, marquent le pas<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21292955-113786262616370643?l=emincederural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08080275482386443030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21292955.post-1137846619215403462006-01-21T12:22:00.000Z2006-01-21T22:57:28.646Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2960/1907/1600/Plaine%20Silve%20hiver06web.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: centre; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2960/1907/320/Plaine%20Silve%20hiver06web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />la Plaine Silve blottie tout au creux<br />des parfums endormis<br />un chapeau de nuages frotté de pierres blanches<br />et le temps nonchalant<br />qui s'alanguit encore sur les pentes humides<br />un baiser passe<br />tendre et fier<br />l'heure est à la douceur<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21292955-113784661921540346?l=emincederural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08080275482386443030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21292955.post-1137843004497282262006-01-21T10:35:00.000Z2006-01-21T23:02:02.916Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2960/1907/1600/brebis%20soir%20d%20hiver.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2960/1907/320/brebis%20soir%20d%20hiver.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />ici c'est le sud<br />ici c'est la montagne<br />ici c'est l'hiver<br />ici, au matin le soleil chauffe la joue<br />quand derrière la maison la glace n'a pas fondu<br />ici le soir l'herbe est soulignée d'or<br />et les brebis s'en régalent...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21292955-113784300449728226?l=emincederural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08080275482386443030noreply@blogger.com1