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A toi, Mon Ami…
Parce que tu es Mon Ami, j'ai consenti à me dévoiler, à me mettre à nu. Le masque est tombé, j’ai baissé les armes, je t'ai ouvert le livre de ma vie écrit à coup de griffes, à l'encre de mes larmes…
Dans Aveux, vous trouverez tout au long de ces poèmes libres, l'expression impudique de mes souffrances, de mes attentes, de mes bonheurs, de mes espoirs, de mes fantasmes,d'une passion qui s'épanouit en poésie. C. BaillyChristian BAILLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13778414415690566455noreply@blogger.comBlogger709125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747037032839474945.post-55664044633864160172024-03-12T19:19:00.001+01:002024-03-12T19:37:12.756+01:00Ballet<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-SadTUjeiZdGBySpiNumRAo2N9jMfnwebLLbWr1GnNR5mzegclGWhCh9JgqB3QGmHsgXuGEe4LvA7qXqQkp6VmJFTsy_zKx2sJzt3f2o5_ZjkJpzvLW6YXl2EEIiVPN6O4oLq3EFZdJBAEFQKbb8_yaDxibUoSTLQSXhePvaZaOsJjPsL46P5S2mf8Mf3/s701/425413302_763517282508261_8815333606621738489_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="701" data-original-width="526" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-SadTUjeiZdGBySpiNumRAo2N9jMfnwebLLbWr1GnNR5mzegclGWhCh9JgqB3QGmHsgXuGEe4LvA7qXqQkp6VmJFTsy_zKx2sJzt3f2o5_ZjkJpzvLW6YXl2EEIiVPN6O4oLq3EFZdJBAEFQKbb8_yaDxibUoSTLQSXhePvaZaOsJjPsL46P5S2mf8Mf3/w480-h640/425413302_763517282508261_8815333606621738489_n.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #f0f2f5; font-size: 15px; text-align: start;"><span style="color: red; font-family: times;"><b>Stéphane Haffner et Kyle Kier-Haffner, son mari</b></span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Peau contre peau…</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Ma bouche effleure ta bouche…</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Mon corps effleure ton corps…</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Je te respire et je m’enivre,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Tu fleures tellement bon le mâle,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Mon cœur amoureux s’emballe.</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Sur la soie de ta peau dorée,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Je glisse, je glisse inexorablement,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Vers l’épicentre de tes désirs.</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Là, de la communion de nos corps,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Germeront les promesses</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">D’un amour véritable, indéfectible.</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Pour ne faire qu’une seule âme,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Tout de moi veut se fondre en toi.</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Ma chair fiévreuse est aux abois.</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Tu es mon éternel printemps,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">De tes effluves virils, tu me grises,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">De toi, je me came, je lâche prise.</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Dans un élégant corps à corps,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Nos corps dansent en accord</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Le ballet mythique de la petite mort.</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Christian Bailly</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tous droits réservés </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">12/03/2024</span></div></span>Christian BAILLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13778414415690566455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747037032839474945.post-67561024012843983632024-03-07T16:30:00.001+01:002024-03-07T16:30:12.081+01:00Pour toi <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /><br /> Pour toi, je gravirais monts et montagnes <br /><br />Rien que pour voir ton mas de Cocagne.<br /><br />Je courais comme un fou à travers la campagne <br /><br />Pour venir boire ton plaisir dans une coupe de Champagne...</b></span><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk07lvdeTsOEboFcfxwj2glmsb3BnTZePCeUe5vcAs1_e4LEzSm1foWZzX6aEJFIdLi-yaYqs9Gab3PhOXXj3NQZvW1-KFOsRddO81bL0c8lHdd8DV05-w1RzgGAZMlfGfya5gMGYm1L8VOp-rHT1RJTzFydd-sPx_R76B9fC02H6OdPnUCeXQ8APoHufc/s640/431314929_1736858100388697_7810375514803792282_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="512" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk07lvdeTsOEboFcfxwj2glmsb3BnTZePCeUe5vcAs1_e4LEzSm1foWZzX6aEJFIdLi-yaYqs9Gab3PhOXXj3NQZvW1-KFOsRddO81bL0c8lHdd8DV05-w1RzgGAZMlfGfya5gMGYm1L8VOp-rHT1RJTzFydd-sPx_R76B9fC02H6OdPnUCeXQ8APoHufc/w512-h640/431314929_1736858100388697_7810375514803792282_n.jpg" width="512" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; text-align: start; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="color: red; font-family: times;"><b>“Ajax of Oileus Shipwrecked", 19th century, by Francesco Hayez </b></span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Christian Bailly</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Tous droits réservés </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">06/03/2024</div></b></span></div>Christian BAILLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13778414415690566455noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747037032839474945.post-15067876648635604552024-02-22T12:55:00.001+01:002024-02-22T14:22:36.684+01:00Venise<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Venise… Tu agonises...</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLnqWotgAIKXbx7SHeJCOpWBIzSbSX0Pl0seTxqvbmJ1vS5kDGRXAZ8bzQks0TktVaFMX5G3UG2gFdcGEFcOOrSKOoNESq967YAijSw7FsC4aK2Ce5DxLiwZQrQ48VZHeoBp8c2unM4F_JZTb-ltjUXDoEJskJG7m3TtSFtot_u9ecAsMhzy80mR25PXo/s5184/2015%2003%2015%20Venise%20-072%20Canale%20di%20San%20Marco.JPG"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLnqWotgAIKXbx7SHeJCOpWBIzSbSX0Pl0seTxqvbmJ1vS5kDGRXAZ8bzQks0TktVaFMX5G3UG2gFdcGEFcOOrSKOoNESq967YAijSw7FsC4aK2Ce5DxLiwZQrQ48VZHeoBp8c2unM4F_JZTb-ltjUXDoEJskJG7m3TtSFtot_u9ecAsMhzy80mR25PXo/w640-h326/2015%2003%2015%20Venise%20-072%20Canale%20di%20San%20Marco.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Soumise au supplice du monde moderne,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Même si, devant toi, tous se prosternent.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Derrière la magnificence des façades en souffrance,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ton faste, décrépit par le temps, redoute l'échéance</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT5HEpkgAl9Ks9l86ve-kp6bHxY7r1Ufu43szhhg-CfrMZKk6Xr-gq2kkWgYlRBXry6UL_3fVKJBF8ItWb9-luBiLl8fBaCv3cML8KgtWyMsyeyz0rpvedz8u5A4E91dJqSyhv-3pjQ3n4hdUmzobGAOjY8MYrXgYehhZ7S_4xeP45vRkozq2z1nYvS4M/s5184/Venise%20-015%20Le%20grand%20Canal%20-%20Palazzo%20Belloni%20Battaglia.JPG"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT5HEpkgAl9Ks9l86ve-kp6bHxY7r1Ufu43szhhg-CfrMZKk6Xr-gq2kkWgYlRBXry6UL_3fVKJBF8ItWb9-luBiLl8fBaCv3cML8KgtWyMsyeyz0rpvedz8u5A4E91dJqSyhv-3pjQ3n4hdUmzobGAOjY8MYrXgYehhZ7S_4xeP45vRkozq2z1nYvS4M/w426-h640/Venise%20-015%20Le%20grand%20Canal%20-%20Palazzo%20Belloni%20Battaglia.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Des mastodontes des mers, irrespectueux,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Te menacent chaque jour que Dieu veut.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Une multitude frivole et avide vient assister à ton agonie,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ton peuple désabusé, peu à peu, te quitte ou se languit.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifAQYJQWs32cz1xTxmcjW9Ap3bUt5tJtRjmnCf1agyX43TqbIcv6jiT_dKff1n59tHYiQ1tGVgLxy1uejAWODjTZqZ9yPWyq0u702MjRqQE1wUmA14GR5hW_f9wBePH_g_3US0jQs7WmcrEPBMCBfZG020VklzV4hmynluzkR5bskAHcxtzI_aETdA9wc/s5184/2015%2003%2016%20Venise%20-014%20Piazza%20San%20Marco.JPG"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifAQYJQWs32cz1xTxmcjW9Ap3bUt5tJtRjmnCf1agyX43TqbIcv6jiT_dKff1n59tHYiQ1tGVgLxy1uejAWODjTZqZ9yPWyq0u702MjRqQE1wUmA14GR5hW_f9wBePH_g_3US0jQs7WmcrEPBMCBfZG020VklzV4hmynluzkR5bskAHcxtzI_aETdA9wc/w640-h426/2015%2003%2016%20Venise%20-014%20Piazza%20San%20Marco.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sur tes murs rongés, je lis ta mélancolie,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">La fin d'un monde qui au désastre présent se plie.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Où sont donc passés tous tes fastes glorieux d'antan</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tes fêtes réputées, tes bacchanales et tes rires insouciants ?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div> <div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgnGBTE2eGqfRWD1qGPs0D8fTx-4NiXi-RStPsHj_PhPdRohyphenhyphen2qxfvikDIjGbsOFYjBGtAmDyqQ9zinVh_WdQuoAGOrAI94Ux6vevVt656ja54qBxKcahczeiHHSnIyYbLlVkREt09Tk5NpvBzo2pV914aOwhH3NkphMKtSvcTvJRtclw6YiNxu3iH-h0/s4662/Venise%20-048%20%20Le%20grand%20Canal%20-.JPG"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgnGBTE2eGqfRWD1qGPs0D8fTx-4NiXi-RStPsHj_PhPdRohyphenhyphen2qxfvikDIjGbsOFYjBGtAmDyqQ9zinVh_WdQuoAGOrAI94Ux6vevVt656ja54qBxKcahczeiHHSnIyYbLlVkREt09Tk5NpvBzo2pV914aOwhH3NkphMKtSvcTvJRtclw6YiNxu3iH-h0/w640-h428/Venise%20-048%20%20Le%20grand%20Canal%20-.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Derrière les masques, la liberté d’être,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pour transgresser, sans se faire connaître.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Je crois entendre tes rires, tes cris de derrière les fresques,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Les soupirs, les gémissements de tes frivolités carnavalesques.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-weight: bold; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMQLvHutDsDLAdTKk7t6cLY7sh9t1YzqmQnV7DWCbn5jN76wjrg_m4Xcz8F8WIqRFU14n97zIeEYnCW_aC4Q73ntxwUW4w1wc6ioHNfLLcLVXPtTmUxX6ooxyjrWibv9-Vdorkmj8vqlsPbsFbDSv5Ad-4e6u54fzEfDZP9g2CxVk7huYJy-LU3I-jTDQ/s3939/Venise%20-002.JPG"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMQLvHutDsDLAdTKk7t6cLY7sh9t1YzqmQnV7DWCbn5jN76wjrg_m4Xcz8F8WIqRFU14n97zIeEYnCW_aC4Q73ntxwUW4w1wc6ioHNfLLcLVXPtTmUxX6ooxyjrWibv9-Vdorkmj8vqlsPbsFbDSv5Ad-4e6u54fzEfDZP9g2CxVk7huYJy-LU3I-jTDQ/w640-h428/Venise%20-002.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Tu entends des amoureux, les serments,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Bercés par des barcarolles à trois temps.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Les gondoliers sur les canaux devenus de vrais boulevards,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Se faufilent entre les vaporettos bondés et agités, avec art.</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-weight: bold; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXWjziqD_QP75MM02TI4qX7TZhllWv-bJxOOjfx0MGOs5sF1KMYbTk-CWPBuNQ5cbJ_bOlr5P7bSO_BYZeTOUUtCz-a1lPuarRtRceRBbh07soKFOnnmT0wTKevgUEEZ8pyIu8nld-3tbcXyS7uENpCPO4-LA8hchVYh5EGJz7Ilujv6y6QaMeKE7SBBo/s5184/Venise%20-085%20Dosoduro%20-%20Santa%20Maria%20del%20Rosario.JPG"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXWjziqD_QP75MM02TI4qX7TZhllWv-bJxOOjfx0MGOs5sF1KMYbTk-CWPBuNQ5cbJ_bOlr5P7bSO_BYZeTOUUtCz-a1lPuarRtRceRBbh07soKFOnnmT0wTKevgUEEZ8pyIu8nld-3tbcXyS7uENpCPO4-LA8hchVYh5EGJz7Ilujv6y6QaMeKE7SBBo/w640-h426/Venise%20-085%20Dosoduro%20-%20Santa%20Maria%20del%20Rosario.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Texte et photos Christian Bailly</span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Tous droits réservés</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">22/03/2024</span></div></span>Christian BAILLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13778414415690566455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747037032839474945.post-81017786120996007172024-02-22T09:45:00.004+01:002024-02-22T09:45:51.398+01:00Aimer, c'est exister !<p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNkw2k9GE9OGJr-eGKxn8SJZmIkIEcY5BsRZCQOt5sDl2PP3CvPiW9ISD4E0Rv9vlb9nPOQfKp9qA_7sgHnGhqV_kHGFjh6UbKGzshDCsZvr3sFQml1-RppOBFSw2FxuK3bPeEqGb1LCxMYOmjZxZHgq1TlPW5DayMyiXCPa2KzSQ6dcpsNx437RI7W_Y/s2047/395627278_1663729614368213_2658655638133612882_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="color: red;"><b><img border="0" data-original-height="2047" data-original-width="1629" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNkw2k9GE9OGJr-eGKxn8SJZmIkIEcY5BsRZCQOt5sDl2PP3CvPiW9ISD4E0Rv9vlb9nPOQfKp9qA_7sgHnGhqV_kHGFjh6UbKGzshDCsZvr3sFQml1-RppOBFSw2FxuK3bPeEqGb1LCxMYOmjZxZHgq1TlPW5DayMyiXCPa2KzSQ6dcpsNx437RI7W_Y/w510-h640/395627278_1663729614368213_2658655638133612882_n.jpg" width="510" /></b></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><b>Clement Legrand</b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><b><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;">Aimer, c'est exister, mon Aimé... </div></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;">Tu es dans chacun de mes pas,</div></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;">Dans chacun de mes regards,</div></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;">Dans chacun de mes gestes,</div></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;">Dans l'air que je respire et que j'expire,</div></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;">Dans tous les battements de mon cœur</div></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;">Et tous les chambardements de mon corps,</div></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;">Dans toutes les dérives de mes pensées. </div></span></span></b><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><b><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;">Tu es là, dans le passé qui nous poursuit,</div></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;">Dans le présent que nous vivons ensemble,</div></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;">Et ce futur qui déjà pour nous s'impatiente,</div></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;">Dans chaque instant qu'il m'est donné de vivre,</div></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;">Tu es là dans les rêves de mes nuits,</div></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;">Et dans les espoirs entretenus chaque jour.</div></span></span></b><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><b><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;">Tu es là, dans chacun de mes mots choisis pour toi.</div></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;">Tu es le fil d'Ariane avec lequel je tisse ma poésie,</div></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;">Celui qui inspire tant ma plume d'amant.</div></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;">Tu es l'encre de ma vie avec laquelle j'écris </div></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;">Pour éterniser, dans le marbre du temps, notre amour.</div></span></span></b><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">J'existe pour t'aimer, mon Aimé !</span></b></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><b><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;">Texte Christian Bailly</div></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;">Tous droits réservés</div><div style="text-align: center;">30/11/2023</div></span></span></b>Christian BAILLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13778414415690566455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747037032839474945.post-6007940262138947342024-02-22T09:44:00.003+01:002024-02-22T09:44:45.947+01:00Papier glacé<p> <b style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; text-align: center;"> </b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL1BmtYR2O2pfDzNgb5knVU9PnGKnSCyRVuAvU16EVZ2bQpu0Crqs4cT95zm1YnsE1qmmZ_ip203MB0i3cy09lNVxq4mafk2sOdbV6ksjt0h6MZmdvFl9-44q8vVssh5gnchj57vMf9RJ2-R-mq6lc3y0ZJ0FTWpJN6MUbcHqd6uC7Asudj4D_9xWkD5M/s318/FB_IMG_1698876809721.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="243" data-original-width="318" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL1BmtYR2O2pfDzNgb5knVU9PnGKnSCyRVuAvU16EVZ2bQpu0Crqs4cT95zm1YnsE1qmmZ_ip203MB0i3cy09lNVxq4mafk2sOdbV6ksjt0h6MZmdvFl9-44q8vVssh5gnchj57vMf9RJ2-R-mq6lc3y0ZJ0FTWpJN6MUbcHqd6uC7Asudj4D_9xWkD5M/s1600/FB_IMG_1698876809721.jpg" width="318" /></a></span></div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><b><br /></b></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Que sont donc Papier glacé ces âmes du passé, </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>À jamais figées, </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Sur le papier glacé ?</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Pour elles, un moment suspendu d'éternité.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPUjun8JvyQAj5APOVoLrqzTX4PIl7Y4PGBrk4alto4VHeYKCC6rBiVn8Se8jEkM5KyRXUFg8ar_Tf06dWXPuwwVCFMbL6QLb3OmODMJL9VKCuM9jnBYoROKrnFtiMroOfByqGnjPBSmAtHit3bCIdry2V1RAslJw8H50VAEB_hRDVs6qVOgbZ3Mjlx9k/s319/FB_IMG_1698876813647.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="319" data-original-width="216" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPUjun8JvyQAj5APOVoLrqzTX4PIl7Y4PGBrk4alto4VHeYKCC6rBiVn8Se8jEkM5KyRXUFg8ar_Tf06dWXPuwwVCFMbL6QLb3OmODMJL9VKCuM9jnBYoROKrnFtiMroOfByqGnjPBSmAtHit3bCIdry2V1RAslJw8H50VAEB_hRDVs6qVOgbZ3Mjlx9k/s1600/FB_IMG_1698876813647.jpg" width="216" /></a></span></div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><b><br /></b></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Que sont devenues ces âmes trépassées</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Par l'histoire, oubliées ?</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Sur le papier glacé ?</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Un jour parmi tant d'autres de leur destinée.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbLnBRx23mWhoUb00EkkIoXNoEdpyfsSXY8iz1WFkkAeBZ_gfu4tLOCkRODXkTPuyf_bDKexYoKlLkjzpv0PYNmG8C-wEGYaPK-klit1iFk75x8-oKZA9u72b2d4xY0of2N2ve7beXuo66k8aZeVCS1WoAJp3RrlTJj1QcyYCIyPuk8WztZ5v9UKB0sUM/s318/FB_IMG_1698876821807.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="318" data-original-width="221" height="318" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbLnBRx23mWhoUb00EkkIoXNoEdpyfsSXY8iz1WFkkAeBZ_gfu4tLOCkRODXkTPuyf_bDKexYoKlLkjzpv0PYNmG8C-wEGYaPK-klit1iFk75x8-oKZA9u72b2d4xY0of2N2ve7beXuo66k8aZeVCS1WoAJp3RrlTJj1QcyYCIyPuk8WztZ5v9UKB0sUM/s1600/FB_IMG_1698876821807.jpg" width="221" /></a></span></div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><b><br /></b></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Que sont donc devenus leurs corps fatigués,</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Leurs mains usées,</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Leurs cœurs brisés ?</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>À jamais six pieds sous terre, décomposés.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjItZjzkREmVYTwlNe-v04dyNgX5TrIL19OnoaxHW6qVd1LKhIxJELc4KxwK0y8W7kCuBBIde8wE8vG82hPcEsEAfvWWB1VQCp5SqfYSMRDm2sDHON35ztdb0MuBYitZKh-nYGAb5FC4XvCiwNxjUNRGvwyuHUJ0UkWW2UmvFpM56q-ZDAIS0VrSjwjMY/s318/FB_IMG_1698876817942.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="318" data-original-width="237" height="318" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjItZjzkREmVYTwlNe-v04dyNgX5TrIL19OnoaxHW6qVd1LKhIxJELc4KxwK0y8W7kCuBBIde8wE8vG82hPcEsEAfvWWB1VQCp5SqfYSMRDm2sDHON35ztdb0MuBYitZKh-nYGAb5FC4XvCiwNxjUNRGvwyuHUJ0UkWW2UmvFpM56q-ZDAIS0VrSjwjMY/s1600/FB_IMG_1698876817942.jpg" width="237" /></a></span></div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><b><br /></b></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Ainsi vont nos destins, ainsi va le temps,</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Que de notre passage,</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>De nous, ne reste qu'un visage,</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Immortalisé à jamais, sur le papier glacé.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy8cqhI2-cTIUtlzlEMW_hrXsnt6zWGsA8k-wVV0Sj_sY48zKMVAF_RkwtnGYEJxY7aAYlBjLwKesOEOk7IFYCgO0qrCgeUbNmziCjjK7R_9UeBsqv9v5SOu02r1UzjT1HPfaiTL64Fj43mqhs4s3wTic2HFypc7zxG93Uyho-fAvD8EvQObECqDSv4Tc/s319/FB_IMG_1698876829983.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="319" data-original-width="213" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy8cqhI2-cTIUtlzlEMW_hrXsnt6zWGsA8k-wVV0Sj_sY48zKMVAF_RkwtnGYEJxY7aAYlBjLwKesOEOk7IFYCgO0qrCgeUbNmziCjjK7R_9UeBsqv9v5SOu02r1UzjT1HPfaiTL64Fj43mqhs4s3wTic2HFypc7zxG93Uyho-fAvD8EvQObECqDSv4Tc/s1600/FB_IMG_1698876829983.jpg" width="213" /></a></span></div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><b><br /></b></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Dites-moi, combien de temps me reste-t-il</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Pour les retrouver</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Sur le papier glacé ?</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Une heure, un jour, un mois, une année?</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikxbujUnksITPZRnAkjDxrNhlj5dfv6q90COyjS5upb58o8q5rROB7NeVVqLeJAmwfd6Ks4FlVL-k-Wxm3-4JyfN8Emh_tpIBPZVTHEIHQCFoV2hxK0CKA-njNXIgRvxHHViiXEdxDEkMHi2_0tcStt0tiZUrTrWW4ovW5lD7lYMAsj1HO4hn78rf1YNk/s319/FB_IMG_1698876832643.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="272" data-original-width="319" height="272" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikxbujUnksITPZRnAkjDxrNhlj5dfv6q90COyjS5upb58o8q5rROB7NeVVqLeJAmwfd6Ks4FlVL-k-Wxm3-4JyfN8Emh_tpIBPZVTHEIHQCFoV2hxK0CKA-njNXIgRvxHHViiXEdxDEkMHi2_0tcStt0tiZUrTrWW4ovW5lD7lYMAsj1HO4hn78rf1YNk/s1600/FB_IMG_1698876832643.jpg" width="319" /></a></span></div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><b><br /></b></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>À vrai dire, peu m'importe quand,</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Pourvu que la souffrance me soit évitée,</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Je veux partir comme un oiseau à son envolé,</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>À l'aurore flamboyante d'une belle journée,</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTmwcHcwBeS_qg0mLaxbqmP1w8yBB54Hg8OBUn4BXMOEnJnDB70eBbCiQLns7T9XqC_ElDrnO7q2Jk_U37_-TdnS9eQ5FowqSWRquVpcaPpNN5WIzuuW2Yz61R9XUwnVKYBfZV7x-jrkzca0d7h3nHRHWKhNy3y-B4Jf7NHplAx6IerYrc3Yo_kOQXlS4/s320/FB_IMG_1698876836673.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="240" data-original-width="320" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTmwcHcwBeS_qg0mLaxbqmP1w8yBB54Hg8OBUn4BXMOEnJnDB70eBbCiQLns7T9XqC_ElDrnO7q2Jk_U37_-TdnS9eQ5FowqSWRquVpcaPpNN5WIzuuW2Yz61R9XUwnVKYBfZV7x-jrkzca0d7h3nHRHWKhNy3y-B4Jf7NHplAx6IerYrc3Yo_kOQXlS4/s1600/FB_IMG_1698876836673.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><b><br /></b></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Là, je vous attendrai sur le papier glacé. </b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguH4CyewSl8p-PUNPkSkaJZcMIVg3JjaIHOQE7-LjInlktl0f8NwOnpRLoUHezPA4JiSkdvoc_hGLwOwOf5jvv7LHRjJl9XJxW7eaKAPdw8kz-3Ldy15d7fwZ8hjpKjIKxM6uUQc1z7_No1bomJbR1cyrVOvrm9hCOgREyKwt0pxtIWefnyWtkZpujdas/s319/FB_IMG_1698876839912.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="319" data-original-width="229" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguH4CyewSl8p-PUNPkSkaJZcMIVg3JjaIHOQE7-LjInlktl0f8NwOnpRLoUHezPA4JiSkdvoc_hGLwOwOf5jvv7LHRjJl9XJxW7eaKAPdw8kz-3Ldy15d7fwZ8hjpKjIKxM6uUQc1z7_No1bomJbR1cyrVOvrm9hCOgREyKwt0pxtIWefnyWtkZpujdas/s1600/FB_IMG_1698876839912.jpg" width="229" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Christian Bailly - Tous droits réservés</b></span></p>Christian BAILLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13778414415690566455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747037032839474945.post-74161621808239517892024-02-22T09:43:00.003+01:002024-02-22T09:43:30.253+01:00Dans la nuit<p> <b style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; text-align: center;"> </b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3si5cG76TU1BagZV7-LD1okI4T5EOdLS6rLGyROP0RmiNLs1kFgDCVghGnPQQ4IrjAhAS0SS8zBSM4XWPa5N2Djbr9oZ2znmyRhyodP7PAWBq-XKWA_QxdbpTvcBH553aO67CDQ-bo6NASEUocv_myNvoSfhQpbGISXjbfotrVLyz1Bm-LchJMJSSN6A/s1052/FB_IMG_1699553401146.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1052" data-original-width="720" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3si5cG76TU1BagZV7-LD1okI4T5EOdLS6rLGyROP0RmiNLs1kFgDCVghGnPQQ4IrjAhAS0SS8zBSM4XWPa5N2Djbr9oZ2znmyRhyodP7PAWBq-XKWA_QxdbpTvcBH553aO67CDQ-bo6NASEUocv_myNvoSfhQpbGISXjbfotrVLyz1Bm-LchJMJSSN6A/w438-h640/FB_IMG_1699553401146.jpg" width="438" /></a></b></span></div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Seule, elle traversait la brume du soir.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Elle était partie sans un au revoir.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Elle marchait, sa valise à la main,</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Dans laquelle elle emportait son destin.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Pouvait-il être plus noir que cette nuit ?</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Non, elle avait connu le pire avec lui...</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Les coups, les viols et les humiliations, </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Ce qu'elle n'avait pas imaginé à leur union.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Après quelques mois de lune de miel,</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>De cet homme, elle avait connu le fiel.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Derrière ses baisers, couvaient ses orages,</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Sous ses caresses, il cachait sa rage.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Bien sûr, il faisait l'amour comme un dieu,</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Pour se faire pardonner ses moments odieux.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Mais après que restait-il de leur amour ?</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Des blessures, des cicatrices pour toujours...</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Seule, elle traversait la brume du soir.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Elle était partie le cœur plein d'espoir.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Elle marchait, sa valise à la main,</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Dans laquelle attendait son nouveau destin.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Christian Bailly</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Tous droits réservés</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>09/11/2023</b></span></p><div><br /></div>Christian BAILLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13778414415690566455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747037032839474945.post-31251298086925568612024-02-22T09:42:00.005+01:002024-02-22T09:42:44.584+01:00Le poète et la patate cœur<p> </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdRlk1nsSxJdwYoXMbalF4tnLVVc286kYhtQPW-j6Iz4-_gcEiZRQK6Wck9_c0bJywQW2I1y4NfwEqKdufsVK5VwXf73FSUOs2OYmrPjR6OM7Bs706GYt7436Z4VNyRXOsMhSct0ZmeBB4w33d7fFdlnXMBqBdf2cRrMXKR8UsQ_-1h3KE6GW51atPTt0/s2938/IMG_20231112_112136_edit_218490366369619.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2937" data-original-width="2938" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdRlk1nsSxJdwYoXMbalF4tnLVVc286kYhtQPW-j6Iz4-_gcEiZRQK6Wck9_c0bJywQW2I1y4NfwEqKdufsVK5VwXf73FSUOs2OYmrPjR6OM7Bs706GYt7436Z4VNyRXOsMhSct0ZmeBB4w33d7fFdlnXMBqBdf2cRrMXKR8UsQ_-1h3KE6GW51atPTt0/w640-h640/IMG_20231112_112136_edit_218490366369619.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: red;">Photo Christian Bailly </span></b></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Patate cœur...</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>En mémoire d'Agnès Varda...</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Si la nature a le pouvoir faire des coeurs...</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Pourquoi les hommes en ont-ils si peu </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Et font la guerre ?</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Se demande le poète en préparant sa popote</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Et en découvrant sa patate en forme de cœur...</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Il a beau la regarder,</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Il ne trouve pas de réponse...</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>La patate reste silencieuse, </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Comme pour lui dire </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Qu'elle n'a rien à dire...</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Hé oui...</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Les hommes sont belliqueux depuis la nuit des temps</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Le sont au présent...</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Et le seront jusqu'à la fin des temps...</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Même une patate sait ça !</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>C'est sans espoir...</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Le poète se demandait aussi pourquoi elle avait cette forme en cœur, pour une patate, ce n'est pas commun ?</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>En la regardant, elle semblait lui répondre : "Hé bien, vois-tu, je n'ai rien demandé à personne et le plus fort, c'est que je n'ai pas choisi de devenir ce que je suis, mais après tout, je suis une patate, moi aussi...</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>C'est comme ça !</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>C'est comme toi ! Toi aussi, tu n'as rien demandé à personne et tu n'as pas choisi d'être qui tu es, et pourtant...</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Pourtant, tu es un homme, toi aussi...</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Hé oui, mon vieux, dame nature fait ce qu'elle veut de qui elle veut , quand elle veut, n'en déplaise à certains..."</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Sur ce, le poète que je suis, épargna la patate,</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">E</b><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">t se dit que peut-être la Paix et l'Amour y germeront un jour...</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Délire de Christian Bailly</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Tous droits réservés bien sûr</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Et vive les patates !</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQOlgvldtF5aC_xHiP9EZNQI6yD2zazGOcUBtP5TU5ZunI6Eqhc923jMDcoeUHeyAVtgu8XQLH-0IJQgThwqOY0UWdMCUq9K10il7zH-I7cGF_dVKhQHfQJ07HP4d7LkcwVh6aC_y_JpaoHnSiUuXI6bev74zbkjoobwMTNOzqOuHOCyjSD5Say-Vwu2M/s1060/agnes-varda-plages.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="523" data-original-width="1060" height="316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQOlgvldtF5aC_xHiP9EZNQI6yD2zazGOcUBtP5TU5ZunI6Eqhc923jMDcoeUHeyAVtgu8XQLH-0IJQgThwqOY0UWdMCUq9K10il7zH-I7cGF_dVKhQHfQJ07HP4d7LkcwVh6aC_y_JpaoHnSiUuXI6bev74zbkjoobwMTNOzqOuHOCyjSD5Say-Vwu2M/w640-h316/agnes-varda-plages.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><b>Du net</b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><b><br /></b></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Délire de Christian Bailly</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Tous droits réservés bien sûr</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Et vive les patates !</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>12/11/2023</b></span></p>Christian BAILLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13778414415690566455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747037032839474945.post-77365502242265984392024-02-22T09:41:00.004+01:002024-02-22T09:41:25.994+01:00Trois p'tites notes<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="340" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/wM2c4I3fJn8" width="409" youtube-src-id="wM2c4I3fJn8"></iframe></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><o:p><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b> </b></span></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: medium;"><b>Trois p'tites notes de nostalgie, d'un passé lointain et révolu,</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: medium;"><b>Trois p'tites notes, elles reviennent des abîmes de mon enfance.</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><div style="text-align: center;">Je les croyais enfouis dans ma mémoire, non, les voilà revenues,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour venir me hanter, faire ressurgir ces années d'insouciance.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Trois p'tites notes frivoles, elles en disent long sur le temps passé,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Trois p'tites notes pour souligner les coups de griffes des ans.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Elles font remonter à la surface des souvenirs que j'avais oubliés.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Dans mes yeux voilés par la mélancolie, mes rêves d'enfant.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Trois p'tites notes, elles peuvent aujourd'hui vous sembler désuètes,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Trois p'tites notes sans prétention pour raconter toute une époque,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Où par amour, on prenait le temps d'aller cueillir des pâquerettes,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">C'était bien avant aujourd'hui, où toutes les valeurs se disloquent.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Trois p'tites notes pour dire "mon vieux, tu es d'un autre temps",</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Trois p'tites notes venues semer la confusion, dans mon esprit,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour un moment, juste pour souligner que je dois vivre le présent,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Profiter intensément de chaque instant, car la vie n'a pas de prix.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Christian Bailly</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tous droits réservés </div><div style="text-align: center;">15/11/2023</div><div><br /></div></b></span></span>Christian BAILLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13778414415690566455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747037032839474945.post-51528757089307377852024-02-22T09:40:00.004+01:002024-02-22T09:40:42.221+01:00Sérénité<p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5PvSk0VOW6rZfNckJ6-BNZd1Rkj4nFpi3mToDZ2X74lNHYdEdwVnbKwMLY2fVgd9TCGFRowBioQr3kvA8vQV8fddL7I1-RMseehYc1-BTAZT4nKMHN98BJlWI8BTwSipCRKzHVhbrASxD1oMY41C_daGzff60HDkuO4R1XcAoaonnpcWGyZdeIT2NRhw/s4047/IMG_20231126_170332~3.jpg" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2360" data-original-width="4047" height="374" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5PvSk0VOW6rZfNckJ6-BNZd1Rkj4nFpi3mToDZ2X74lNHYdEdwVnbKwMLY2fVgd9TCGFRowBioQr3kvA8vQV8fddL7I1-RMseehYc1-BTAZT4nKMHN98BJlWI8BTwSipCRKzHVhbrASxD1oMY41C_daGzff60HDkuO4R1XcAoaonnpcWGyZdeIT2NRhw/w640-h374/IMG_20231126_170332~3.jpg" width="640" /></a></p><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Alors qu'Hélios plonge fièrement en silence</b></div></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Dans les ténèbres, sans aucune résistance,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Mais dans un extraordinaire bain de sang,</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Séléné, elle, se présente au premier rang,</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Devant le portail encore fermé de la nuit,</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Derrière, aux antipodes, déjà le jour s'enfuit.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3AY4xNXT-u2x5weYTRTCe3hUWReK4C5edTYGzSaN8lgQGz9u5nw8UPCnQMhwhXG9bd6wWCs2CVld1ZE9VZanMzJ-ezVxB2IX5n8DKWGgu9JsMvej8lMOJPlGkMthw35VSn2IbQQ6Ne8Wc48CjQrkULiZEH0mbLoyxZV3gJ1Hc8WJ3Csp4qX3iQBHLrAc/s3874/IMG_20231126_171847~4.jpg" style="font-weight: 400; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3874" data-original-width="2671" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3AY4xNXT-u2x5weYTRTCe3hUWReK4C5edTYGzSaN8lgQGz9u5nw8UPCnQMhwhXG9bd6wWCs2CVld1ZE9VZanMzJ-ezVxB2IX5n8DKWGgu9JsMvej8lMOJPlGkMthw35VSn2IbQQ6Ne8Wc48CjQrkULiZEH0mbLoyxZV3gJ1Hc8WJ3Csp4qX3iQBHLrAc/w442-h640/IMG_20231126_171847~4.jpg" width="442" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Il s'ouvrira au signal de Vénus, au couchant,</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Tandis qu'elle ceinturera l'horizon au levant.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Malgré ce cérémonieux rendez-vous endeuillé,</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>L'instant dramatique est baigné de sérénité.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikyDHqDpR-AGday5kkVS4BKOoDJhnW3-n_aHECLeiKuSVW8e_R5Tig-oOUEuTa1Mb_M3NNvfkgfSNd8WHxalYEDrBuaHLtJpOET1xScA-VPquliWhuP2pIOGWcAzA_Gn9AkaG_-TdngQpIu7qDxUebaQinKY9ic2ONkBt4NROxPRqp-QrhoZQ2BywEGFc/s3917/IMG_20231126_171230~2.jpg" style="font-weight: 400; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2378" data-original-width="3917" height="388" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikyDHqDpR-AGday5kkVS4BKOoDJhnW3-n_aHECLeiKuSVW8e_R5Tig-oOUEuTa1Mb_M3NNvfkgfSNd8WHxalYEDrBuaHLtJpOET1xScA-VPquliWhuP2pIOGWcAzA_Gn9AkaG_-TdngQpIu7qDxUebaQinKY9ic2ONkBt4NROxPRqp-QrhoZQ2BywEGFc/w640-h388/IMG_20231126_171230~2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Les hommes, quant à eux, devant ce drame</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Qui se joue chaque jour qui est fait, slament…</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Ils slament leurs vies, de l'humanité le destin,</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Sans se soucier de ce qui adviendra demain…</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><o:p></o:p></b></span><p></p><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS8UoD64crS-5ZfjY8G9lGIeSmXwItkec49My19DbIgCuf1sEYGF36blMHG6ImxwPdVOPEBwrfVxbyRLglPE4CN1qdOXhspN9qlMus9mrVh0EK-xRVrAWz3sTuDiuLZ9NCv7k8TixMRJXGo0CtgVGT6gTsAR2mqso6MGUuwr2S0z4qkewNfab4QsQgNuk/s4064/IMG_20231126_172453.jpg" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3048" data-original-width="4064" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS8UoD64crS-5ZfjY8G9lGIeSmXwItkec49My19DbIgCuf1sEYGF36blMHG6ImxwPdVOPEBwrfVxbyRLglPE4CN1qdOXhspN9qlMus9mrVh0EK-xRVrAWz3sTuDiuLZ9NCv7k8TixMRJXGo0CtgVGT6gTsAR2mqso6MGUuwr2S0z4qkewNfab4QsQgNuk/w640-h480/IMG_20231126_172453.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Texte et photos Chritian Bailly</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Tous droits réservés</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">27/11/2023</b></div></span>Christian BAILLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13778414415690566455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747037032839474945.post-11120445488232142282024-02-22T09:40:00.000+01:002024-02-22T09:40:00.388+01:00Mascotte<p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /> <br /></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Lcu8p8IqzyqZTqwmRUce68T5-MLs3U9Llk9nOtOFQ8F1UaCAdW_Rro2zeTEWjEVEsEgDjxMbPOb4PJD55m1pumstJHim5NkZ3M6jfygWNy63M6PdgZ8ZsXDOEiVbSXNV9FZLTLPjzM75ka7MXPjJwyDsHp23iVDG5u-0TokuvcfFYhK7I96rNRNukg0/s6000/IMG_3928.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Lcu8p8IqzyqZTqwmRUce68T5-MLs3U9Llk9nOtOFQ8F1UaCAdW_Rro2zeTEWjEVEsEgDjxMbPOb4PJD55m1pumstJHim5NkZ3M6jfygWNy63M6PdgZ8ZsXDOEiVbSXNV9FZLTLPjzM75ka7MXPjJwyDsHp23iVDG5u-0TokuvcfFYhK7I96rNRNukg0/w640-h426/IMG_3928.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana;">Comme elle sentait bon les vacances</b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana;"><b>La mascotte abricot, framboise,<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana;"><b>Fraise ou compote de pommes,<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana;">Quand elle n'échouait pas sur le sable.</b></div><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ5t4HDXzjIFw_BiwcV8GNGhptsPWkEFMgi572FtfK5IBrOmhxOopsS4-fufPWhWbWSqVmTJONTb5htOkjy8ZrxkeZ26qVFwYSWN1cSC9a6DWMKIn4oTBl3uBpsVoXKuyMA9cxYbzeHeC4dullmOTPNKunEcO7igzMUleoCa37AzIttiWOb0jFUJAxgKA/s6000/IMG_3939.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ5t4HDXzjIFw_BiwcV8GNGhptsPWkEFMgi572FtfK5IBrOmhxOopsS4-fufPWhWbWSqVmTJONTb5htOkjy8ZrxkeZ26qVFwYSWN1cSC9a6DWMKIn4oTBl3uBpsVoXKuyMA9cxYbzeHeC4dullmOTPNKunEcO7igzMUleoCa37AzIttiWOb0jFUJAxgKA/w640-h426/IMG_3939.JPG" width="640" /></a></div></div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Bienvenue à la pause goûter,</b></div></b></span></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana;">Entre deux longues baignades,</b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana;"><b>Deux parties intenses de ballon,</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana;"><b>Ou avant de ramasser des coquillages.<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><o:p><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana;"><b></b></span></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwbHbuPWl_XfMGUEuBCwyYpg3QgRAQT1QIJclpTNZnofqRTxzJ71vjxJpZD6FXgJGqiEZr-hGwf7u4JIIQWvcijyqeKiQN9qnobWIsRh4QlBpGHeiXCYQKpNQ4kNVPMGl4SbYmMxwTwLJmAsXK01raDoNJrrhINuDypaK8jSvLNSCao3zGTAiGfQ-w6wM/s6000/2023%2008%2009%20%20Plage%20de%20S%C3%A8te%20-%20Aux%203%20digues.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwbHbuPWl_XfMGUEuBCwyYpg3QgRAQT1QIJclpTNZnofqRTxzJ71vjxJpZD6FXgJGqiEZr-hGwf7u4JIIQWvcijyqeKiQN9qnobWIsRh4QlBpGHeiXCYQKpNQ4kNVPMGl4SbYmMxwTwLJmAsXK01raDoNJrrhINuDypaK8jSvLNSCao3zGTAiGfQ-w6wM/w640-h426/2023%2008%2009%20%20Plage%20de%20S%C3%A8te%20-%20Aux%203%20digues.JPG" width="640" /></a></b></span></div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana;"><b> </b></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana;"><b>Nous l'entendions arriver au loin,</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana;"><b>Bien avant de la voir entourée</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana;"><b>D'un essaim de gamins affamés,</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana;"><b>Et de parents résolus à leur faire plaisir.</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Nous la croquions à pleines dents,</b></div></span></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana;"><b>Autour de notre bouche édentée,</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana;"><b>Par notre jeunesse en herbe,<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana;"><b>Elle nous laissait un goût de reviens-y.</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Puis,</b></div></span></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana;"><b>Nous repartions dans les vagues,</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana;"><b>Les mains encore toutes poisseuses,</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana;"><b>La bouche maculée de sucre cristallisé,</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana;"><b>Ou avec de larges moustaches de confiture.</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLUbY4TrUsE2wku-vXTrRUTnjAC7ETiKx9b16ARhdG7j28HBVRxdhJa8AAQdEYjWQ4PlWTJessr92hQXWlRlU9GTjnesvo5yzafNSRM-dWJCttNNOVNCLv9XdXF-dCUgE1tJU_axMetY1cRXTsTwfHQWj0HFhy35g13xFw0dJFhlwunXMOpHFHBJKleWo/s3264/2015-02-20-16.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLUbY4TrUsE2wku-vXTrRUTnjAC7ETiKx9b16ARhdG7j28HBVRxdhJa8AAQdEYjWQ4PlWTJessr92hQXWlRlU9GTjnesvo5yzafNSRM-dWJCttNNOVNCLv9XdXF-dCUgE1tJU_axMetY1cRXTsTwfHQWj0HFhy35g13xFw0dJFhlwunXMOpHFHBJKleWo/s320/2015-02-20-16.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Comme elle était bonne la mascotte,</b></div></span></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana;"><b>Réchauffée pas le soleil estival.<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana;"><b>Elle attendait dans sa corbeille en osier,<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana;"><b>D'être cueillie par nos mains polissonnes.<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglc1R7Gvu0OtyMR6KkdEv_QvOKYiAY8MGxYyM1dlA5yhlub-RBeGYDM2JAzNB5AVIqOrr91MUKDcolx61bt0gUa0A2scDxwHt-41gBjaOU2J3aZlcLJIhVNmJaVuw3aGdeauQ2e1X_mSMfCuyySIZYRLtW_MLs4ZbwLLKMNpJXWU43XMXpOdtiYcC9cUk/s400/maxmatinnews003805-medium.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="400" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglc1R7Gvu0OtyMR6KkdEv_QvOKYiAY8MGxYyM1dlA5yhlub-RBeGYDM2JAzNB5AVIqOrr91MUKDcolx61bt0gUa0A2scDxwHt-41gBjaOU2J3aZlcLJIhVNmJaVuw3aGdeauQ2e1X_mSMfCuyySIZYRLtW_MLs4ZbwLLKMNpJXWU43XMXpOdtiYcC9cUk/s320/maxmatinnews003805-medium.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana;">Demandez ma mascotte ! </b></div></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana;"><b>Demandez ma mascotte !<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana;"><b>Abricot, framboise,<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana;"><b>Fraise ou compote…<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana;"><b>Demandez ma mascotte !</b></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana;"><b><span> Christian Bailly</span><br /></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana;"><b>Tous drois réservés</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana;"><b>28/11/2023</b></span></span></p>Christian BAILLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13778414415690566455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747037032839474945.post-18625756316266897292024-02-22T09:38:00.003+01:002024-02-22T09:38:57.657+01:00Les mots d u poèète<p> </p><p><br /></p><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZpL2zvgWdRS2LWRscxsohz6rbSoCpLSx-NrkzFG0IyYnY4hcpEQSXywaLdd-G3JVd_GH0_VZAM1w2ZeGOkjeGwluyqTxfCenHtVusU3NjbQ4faCKTDpVoSFv6TWuyn4xl_hWHv8r6VKd4SkQ-cJ29uX8UQBr5C3wN8tyC4C-cZRS4cVPM8hbNWAlunXI/s2592/422461662_bd1e3d8565_o.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1944" data-original-width="2592" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZpL2zvgWdRS2LWRscxsohz6rbSoCpLSx-NrkzFG0IyYnY4hcpEQSXywaLdd-G3JVd_GH0_VZAM1w2ZeGOkjeGwluyqTxfCenHtVusU3NjbQ4faCKTDpVoSFv6TWuyn4xl_hWHv8r6VKd4SkQ-cJ29uX8UQBr5C3wN8tyC4C-cZRS4cVPM8hbNWAlunXI/w640-h480/422461662_bd1e3d8565_o.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: red; font-family: "Times New Roman";">Torrent dans le Cantal</b></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></b></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Le temps,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><div style="text-align: center;">Impétueux et turbulent,</div><o:p></o:p></b></span></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Comme un torrent,<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Sur les pierres,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><div style="text-align: center;">Nous use,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Peu à peu, nous émousse,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Nous roule,</div><o:p></o:p></b></span></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Les uns contre les autres.<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5TqodhW7P_sX-FDnrrYl4ipPwT4GWC9XIvpiQzHofVRwO1uMbSZBnUzouOSuVQA1CjCPvQ9ZALkI16j-Kow7GIdtJoMCkIpzfOAEGd-AYA4IMGcbPOs7xQwNOuELSc2xN9e9ZeLwSN6crfu18Hm-p8POCX0uHvDpmPVO8DPrspogWX1L36V9NAE-u7_0/s1024/6125184224_d097aba4dd_o.jpg" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: 700; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="685" data-original-width="1024" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5TqodhW7P_sX-FDnrrYl4ipPwT4GWC9XIvpiQzHofVRwO1uMbSZBnUzouOSuVQA1CjCPvQ9ZALkI16j-Kow7GIdtJoMCkIpzfOAEGd-AYA4IMGcbPOs7xQwNOuELSc2xN9e9ZeLwSN6crfu18Hm-p8POCX0uHvDpmPVO8DPrspogWX1L36V9NAE-u7_0/w640-h428/6125184224_d097aba4dd_o.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><b>Torrent dans le Cantal</b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Il nous bouscule,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><div style="text-align: center;">Arrondit nos angles,</div><o:p></o:p></b></span></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Nous rend moins tranchants,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><div style="text-align: center;">Et nous emporte</div><o:p></o:p></b></span></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Dans son courant tumultueux,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><div style="text-align: center;">Insaisissable,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Vers le lit du fleuve,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ou nous finissons tous envasés,</div><o:p></o:p></b></span></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>À jamais,<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>À tout jamais,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><div style="text-align: center;">Dans le limon</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Des destins déjà échoués…</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg22Iv83Vez9w3R3BKmQj4MZ37WCzICFRLWtmqVwDU6DXpFaac6pVGkzWuCSpjU_8n4owJEyyQCu_AyThxs5A-y5mR-G__WMSPt_ft00AJrFQ1laZuB_DiNSVijS-dAG8b04PzYEICsg_nfsQaO-oAwutN8qsz267zTKCKm06g7zRY3SsCvCDvUuw0oUw0/s1366/37202589976_04a1f0eb93_o.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="200" data-original-width="1366" height="94" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg22Iv83Vez9w3R3BKmQj4MZ37WCzICFRLWtmqVwDU6DXpFaac6pVGkzWuCSpjU_8n4owJEyyQCu_AyThxs5A-y5mR-G__WMSPt_ft00AJrFQ1laZuB_DiNSVijS-dAG8b04PzYEICsg_nfsQaO-oAwutN8qsz267zTKCKm06g7zRY3SsCvCDvUuw0oUw0/w640-h94/37202589976_04a1f0eb93_o.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: times;"><b>L'Yonne au niveau de Cezy</b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><o:p></o:p></b></span></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b> </b></span></span></p><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Texte et photos Christian Bailly</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Tous droits réservés</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>09/12/2023</b></span></div><!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br /><!--[endif]--></span><p> </p>Christian BAILLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13778414415690566455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747037032839474945.post-11508319700485678272024-02-22T09:37:00.007+01:002024-02-22T09:37:59.336+01:00Torrent<p> </p><p><br /></p><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZpL2zvgWdRS2LWRscxsohz6rbSoCpLSx-NrkzFG0IyYnY4hcpEQSXywaLdd-G3JVd_GH0_VZAM1w2ZeGOkjeGwluyqTxfCenHtVusU3NjbQ4faCKTDpVoSFv6TWuyn4xl_hWHv8r6VKd4SkQ-cJ29uX8UQBr5C3wN8tyC4C-cZRS4cVPM8hbNWAlunXI/s2592/422461662_bd1e3d8565_o.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1944" data-original-width="2592" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZpL2zvgWdRS2LWRscxsohz6rbSoCpLSx-NrkzFG0IyYnY4hcpEQSXywaLdd-G3JVd_GH0_VZAM1w2ZeGOkjeGwluyqTxfCenHtVusU3NjbQ4faCKTDpVoSFv6TWuyn4xl_hWHv8r6VKd4SkQ-cJ29uX8UQBr5C3wN8tyC4C-cZRS4cVPM8hbNWAlunXI/w640-h480/422461662_bd1e3d8565_o.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: red; font-family: "Times New Roman";">Torrent dans le Cantal</b></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></b></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Le temps,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><div style="text-align: center;">Impétueux et turbulent,</div><o:p></o:p></b></span></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Comme un torrent,<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Sur les pierres,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><div style="text-align: center;">Nous use,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Peu à peu, nous émousse,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Nous roule,</div><o:p></o:p></b></span></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Les uns contre les autres.<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5TqodhW7P_sX-FDnrrYl4ipPwT4GWC9XIvpiQzHofVRwO1uMbSZBnUzouOSuVQA1CjCPvQ9ZALkI16j-Kow7GIdtJoMCkIpzfOAEGd-AYA4IMGcbPOs7xQwNOuELSc2xN9e9ZeLwSN6crfu18Hm-p8POCX0uHvDpmPVO8DPrspogWX1L36V9NAE-u7_0/s1024/6125184224_d097aba4dd_o.jpg" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: 700; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="685" data-original-width="1024" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5TqodhW7P_sX-FDnrrYl4ipPwT4GWC9XIvpiQzHofVRwO1uMbSZBnUzouOSuVQA1CjCPvQ9ZALkI16j-Kow7GIdtJoMCkIpzfOAEGd-AYA4IMGcbPOs7xQwNOuELSc2xN9e9ZeLwSN6crfu18Hm-p8POCX0uHvDpmPVO8DPrspogWX1L36V9NAE-u7_0/w640-h428/6125184224_d097aba4dd_o.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><b>Torrent dans le Cantal</b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Il nous bouscule,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><div style="text-align: center;">Arrondit nos angles,</div><o:p></o:p></b></span></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Nous rend moins tranchants,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><div style="text-align: center;">Et nous emporte</div><o:p></o:p></b></span></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Dans son courant tumultueux,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><div style="text-align: center;">Insaisissable,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Vers le lit du fleuve,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ou nous finissons tous envasés,</div><o:p></o:p></b></span></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>À jamais,<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>À tout jamais,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><div style="text-align: center;">Dans le limon</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Des destins déjà échoués…</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg22Iv83Vez9w3R3BKmQj4MZ37WCzICFRLWtmqVwDU6DXpFaac6pVGkzWuCSpjU_8n4owJEyyQCu_AyThxs5A-y5mR-G__WMSPt_ft00AJrFQ1laZuB_DiNSVijS-dAG8b04PzYEICsg_nfsQaO-oAwutN8qsz267zTKCKm06g7zRY3SsCvCDvUuw0oUw0/s1366/37202589976_04a1f0eb93_o.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="200" data-original-width="1366" height="94" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg22Iv83Vez9w3R3BKmQj4MZ37WCzICFRLWtmqVwDU6DXpFaac6pVGkzWuCSpjU_8n4owJEyyQCu_AyThxs5A-y5mR-G__WMSPt_ft00AJrFQ1laZuB_DiNSVijS-dAG8b04PzYEICsg_nfsQaO-oAwutN8qsz267zTKCKm06g7zRY3SsCvCDvUuw0oUw0/w640-h94/37202589976_04a1f0eb93_o.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: times;"><b>L'Yonne au niveau de Cezy</b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><o:p></o:p></b></span></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b> </b></span></span></p><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Texte et photos Christian Bailly</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Tous droits réservés</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>09/12/2023</b></span></div><!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br /><!--[endif]--></span><p> </p>Christian BAILLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13778414415690566455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747037032839474945.post-53864762679342999972024-02-22T09:37:00.003+01:002024-02-22T09:37:17.346+01:00Edifice<p> </p><p><br /></p><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br />Des vies et des vies passent dans nos vies...</b></span><div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br />Certaines nous laissent un goût de reviens-y,</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br />D'autres un goût amer qui reste de travers,</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br />D'autres, encore, sont belles comme un couchant sur la mer.</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOGKk3RqMqKIboYlolSIo9WG6U0VzgratHJmjgjLeo87M6bxf5ejgiS_iXrxED5Xi2qNJ5dttgYTRI7wo3QCU1NKHe1J0eEi0_-RfZmQLSVQ43hAp0DeuPE9lp8Xvctfs6pN1i0JEGYprNPBWqOPkvh7qvBFy8bK4k6iHOVXZaTPOoi71xTxWyL9aGXJY/s734/Tableau-Style-Bord-De-Mer-1.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="244" data-original-width="734" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOGKk3RqMqKIboYlolSIo9WG6U0VzgratHJmjgjLeo87M6bxf5ejgiS_iXrxED5Xi2qNJ5dttgYTRI7wo3QCU1NKHe1J0eEi0_-RfZmQLSVQ43hAp0DeuPE9lp8Xvctfs6pN1i0JEGYprNPBWqOPkvh7qvBFy8bK4k6iHOVXZaTPOoi71xTxWyL9aGXJY/w640-h212/Tableau-Style-Bord-De-Mer-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><b>Du net</b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br />Certaines nous laissent des souvenirs furtifs,</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br />Pour d'autres, on préfère en oublier le côté nocif.</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br />Il nous reste toujours celles de nos âges tendres</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br />Pour qui, après tout, une fois de plus, on se laisserait pendre.</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFQEiSV88TOplYOTKy28RzsgHpavhkXyfittvwYNXjY-H5dJCAAHQQXhRSRXuSte64gm5m5Kd_jUG-IMbeKO4kdEvY5bocuxI5lithiDRUpE11ueszstu5tvI2pp6hWTt9_yUjoI79atmA3SPwIIF-Otm0rD3fdIhm_MlxersXh_PIqkz_TXx2bE82LLU/s626/peinture-deux-enfants-se-tenant-main-ballon-qui-dit-amour-dessus_900321-18601.jpg" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="373" data-original-width="626" height="382" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFQEiSV88TOplYOTKy28RzsgHpavhkXyfittvwYNXjY-H5dJCAAHQQXhRSRXuSte64gm5m5Kd_jUG-IMbeKO4kdEvY5bocuxI5lithiDRUpE11ueszstu5tvI2pp6hWTt9_yUjoI79atmA3SPwIIF-Otm0rD3fdIhm_MlxersXh_PIqkz_TXx2bE82LLU/w640-h382/peinture-deux-enfants-se-tenant-main-ballon-qui-dit-amour-dessus_900321-18601.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: red; font-family: "Times New Roman";">Du net</b></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Il y a de vies éphémères qui s'éteignent trop vite,</div></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br />Et d'autres languissantes qui lentement s'effritent.</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br />Certaines sont étonnantes, même époustouflantes,</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br />Des destinées passionnantes, devenues parfois incandescentes.</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpelCiXhclBbf7HVA5TZDzTjB91lnZGzHtNbni5_760Fz_y9zyPRZQiaxiLi7bKjPMCTfxxXgSi2FtbehO-QUejTDcMwiaVJOz5Mqe19ppQfBDsxXQqUYA3LxFNjtsjAqTRBxcTV-mTVNNLoGGiBqXSEdQ3pjzMwzSsQLhgqrthlZ7doaxob-yRL8ARDk/s800/effet-de-lumiere-sur-locean-intermediaire-nouveautes-paysages-peinture-par-numeros-figuredart-free-shipping-france-351_1024x1024@2x.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="800" height="512" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpelCiXhclBbf7HVA5TZDzTjB91lnZGzHtNbni5_760Fz_y9zyPRZQiaxiLi7bKjPMCTfxxXgSi2FtbehO-QUejTDcMwiaVJOz5Mqe19ppQfBDsxXQqUYA3LxFNjtsjAqTRBxcTV-mTVNNLoGGiBqXSEdQ3pjzMwzSsQLhgqrthlZ7doaxob-yRL8ARDk/w640-h512/effet-de-lumiere-sur-locean-intermediaire-nouveautes-paysages-peinture-par-numeros-figuredart-free-shipping-france-351_1024x1024@2x.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: red;">Du net</b></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b><b><br /><br />Certaines apportent à notre monde leurs richesses,</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br />D'autres, moins recommandables, leurs bassesses.</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br />Pourtant, toutes, à leur façon, sont une pierre à l'édifice,</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Finalement, il en reste toujours quelque chose avant le sacrifice.</span></span></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><b><br /></b><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNenkvpqP76DWxsaQddAyuRSLFjwX5GN_XmKrJwnnSPSFvKBablB56kvqhaBx5fUG06v54ZdptDeno47WjiwLTk8R7ABobFiKGryUDWpgARwroA_xxUKPv4FT-wcr_dxzQZQE6If90-HkupcVDGCiozfy_vxparsUhm74rnfqBlwiN3ifbrNzsoL-jo9M/s750/musee-xul-solar-buenos-aires.jpg" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="525" data-original-width="750" height="448" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNenkvpqP76DWxsaQddAyuRSLFjwX5GN_XmKrJwnnSPSFvKBablB56kvqhaBx5fUG06v54ZdptDeno47WjiwLTk8R7ABobFiKGryUDWpgARwroA_xxUKPv4FT-wcr_dxzQZQE6If90-HkupcVDGCiozfy_vxparsUhm74rnfqBlwiN3ifbrNzsoL-jo9M/w640-h448/musee-xul-solar-buenos-aires.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><b>Xul Solar</b></span></td></tr></tbody></table></span></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Christian Bailly</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Tous droits réservés</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>09/12/2023</b></span></div>Christian BAILLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13778414415690566455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747037032839474945.post-79875842680598082024-02-22T09:36:00.003+01:002024-02-22T09:36:26.462+01:00Bain de lune<p> </p><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrD6btdM9bT6NZw5zPzotebbnlKi-qyBWgnxXqbREI-zU-Etl3b74XBkZGtDN-QSarA4GX-G-ePZHsVWWBa7FOvlfKXFo_ki-e7onnCk52hJDBc0Ff97gOys5Frx2wE5LAi3MdonML76XXCJW9Mvvzm2SLgNfLaDYC7n6SmPd8eoFv-49z22QYZQLYIo8/s4000/IMG_20231226_213031_edit_8288423881472.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrD6btdM9bT6NZw5zPzotebbnlKi-qyBWgnxXqbREI-zU-Etl3b74XBkZGtDN-QSarA4GX-G-ePZHsVWWBa7FOvlfKXFo_ki-e7onnCk52hJDBc0Ff97gOys5Frx2wE5LAi3MdonML76XXCJW9Mvvzm2SLgNfLaDYC7n6SmPd8eoFv-49z22QYZQLYIo8/w640-h480/IMG_20231226_213031_edit_8288423881472.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><b><br /></b></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Quand la lune, à son lever,</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Se baigne dans les canaux,</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Sans en troubler les eaux </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Ni perturber la ville affairée...</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1we0V7CWvxru5o7_jL3vwUfjTkWMsSwJwr_vpa2nVoOPSEDp7H7zgYXCcjIDOg859dAzLA81MSat2XgypLa7baJzBMdhpcg905OESoPOY010etrPHKjBuz4PSekFCvs3v-QyowSQdyNQ26RPEF7UoUYbz3CTnfXVI2Uz9OQCn9wDN5DB9WbcXdSIR9yg/s4064/IMG_20231226_170209_edit_8261930847524.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3048" data-original-width="4064" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1we0V7CWvxru5o7_jL3vwUfjTkWMsSwJwr_vpa2nVoOPSEDp7H7zgYXCcjIDOg859dAzLA81MSat2XgypLa7baJzBMdhpcg905OESoPOY010etrPHKjBuz4PSekFCvs3v-QyowSQdyNQ26RPEF7UoUYbz3CTnfXVI2Uz9OQCn9wDN5DB9WbcXdSIR9yg/w640-h480/IMG_20231226_170209_edit_8261930847524.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Sereine, elle prend son bain,</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Juste avant sa chevauchée,</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>En solitaire, dans le ciel étoilé,</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Tandis que Jupiter vit son déclin.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Les illuminations criardes de la cité </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Éclipseront bientôt son pâle reflet.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Intimidée, elle se retirera sans faux pas,</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1i_4MQzc0lpaXIGnRcn3eTucJKITt2z0p5kyqJM_wUysq1ECN6-GlQ66QWy5bEfkDvpBH54NflscCfTdbImLWq2ygMajWDPuoT5szvNoAMYGDDUlABM-wQEBS-83VTjbHjZPdWH2cNWMStWWSrRv-gp9pwChhlMqIieEn068w_ON3IBL41pibCAgUVqM/s3450/IMG_20190907_173042.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3450" data-original-width="2587" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1i_4MQzc0lpaXIGnRcn3eTucJKITt2z0p5kyqJM_wUysq1ECN6-GlQ66QWy5bEfkDvpBH54NflscCfTdbImLWq2ygMajWDPuoT5szvNoAMYGDDUlABM-wQEBS-83VTjbHjZPdWH2cNWMStWWSrRv-gp9pwChhlMqIieEn068w_ON3IBL41pibCAgUVqM/w480-h640/IMG_20190907_173042.jpg" width="480" /></a></span></div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><b><br /></b></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Pour rallier l'immensité de la grande bleue, </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Qu'elle éclaboussera d'un rayon radieux,</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Sans être effacé par l'insolence des hommes.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxbPVyhUI49LDucHqfe0AM5GwuY83JL4Cs60yGhyAmmTgBC9fiYER4TM8D5v6muLkOG9ri7Xc94WeNWAPN8iQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Texte et photos Christian Bailly </b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Tous droits réservés</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>26/12/2023</b></span></p><div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div></div>Christian BAILLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13778414415690566455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747037032839474945.post-53170395460565562932024-02-22T09:34:00.002+01:002024-02-22T09:34:11.028+01:00Les tribulations d'une endive<p> </p><p><br /></p><div style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Il était une fois une Endive, vierge,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Plus blanche qu'une oie blanche.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Élancée vers le ciel, tel un cierge,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Légèrement ronde sur les hanches.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8AThyphenhyphenasDJOU_OaAQoALdzOwWG87oqJA2mT9VHoz-SN1fThNBf1CKOGB6YlNdhIVFS6Nn8PogBrH6Qqdk6kHhQFgCljqUlzvGSVDzavjJCGqmnAlvu2sv4h1-MvB-H2irWQD3ioc58YXqz40AAB1Y-F26y_2ZVHUDuZgUSbNM55LWC5nVbPMfVlvily5E/s600/5edf94b409b3d_maxstockworld024998-4552543.jpg" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="600" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8AThyphenhyphenasDJOU_OaAQoALdzOwWG87oqJA2mT9VHoz-SN1fThNBf1CKOGB6YlNdhIVFS6Nn8PogBrH6Qqdk6kHhQFgCljqUlzvGSVDzavjJCGqmnAlvu2sv4h1-MvB-H2irWQD3ioc58YXqz40AAB1Y-F26y_2ZVHUDuZgUSbNM55LWC5nVbPMfVlvily5E/w640-h426/5edf94b409b3d_maxstockworld024998-4552543.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Après des jours d'attente, d'ennui,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Loin des rayons solaires scélérats,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Là où les jours sont des nuits,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Elle avait d'une endive tout l'éclat.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Elle était belle avec ses rondeurs,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Enfin, elle était devenue adulte.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Elle avait grandi avec ses sœurs.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Quitter cette cave était leur seul but.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7McHY9UlO2VyIh5PPFE808IoLPfT2b_QcmB-c-6hyphenhyphenm9Mhy3P_HBpXi5NKvK3v3m3OZpPGzOZzrx2PnOgRpxUsDwHDpnXThLYtwEdHWEPrXNflYOrCF5fAeEaXYJWtjqtJtnznv_LDN4heM5U_XhGrou6J_mxnAnDaRDRMuTP-ZSlJaz-yTErLo94smTI/s650/forcage-endives-163158.jpg" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; font-weight: 400; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="650" height="394" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7McHY9UlO2VyIh5PPFE808IoLPfT2b_QcmB-c-6hyphenhyphenm9Mhy3P_HBpXi5NKvK3v3m3OZpPGzOZzrx2PnOgRpxUsDwHDpnXThLYtwEdHWEPrXNflYOrCF5fAeEaXYJWtjqtJtnznv_LDN4heM5U_XhGrou6J_mxnAnDaRDRMuTP-ZSlJaz-yTErLo94smTI/w640-h394/forcage-endives-163158.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Elles étaient parties en voyage,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">À Sète, loin de leur grand Nord,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Pour se retrouver sur un étalage,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Où elles étaient arrivées à bon port.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNsH-gQ_KLrPbSVRthp7bwr3DZ8DIwCdVvmLKgjqJsQ80KX7-SE8H_FZO_84ofr5rNh_RmfNNy3pldSMWaJRI-zwxqEIRfTT8wdK9s64MgE2n7-bF_mDLfnq-n-uHbNmiwMBy7ZH8jyceUx7ENV9kfNfn8pSRac87FKpFlqlWgQP3aXPVblOW-lrxlImo/s1200/choisir-cuisiner-endives.webp" style="font-weight: 400; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1200" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNsH-gQ_KLrPbSVRthp7bwr3DZ8DIwCdVvmLKgjqJsQ80KX7-SE8H_FZO_84ofr5rNh_RmfNNy3pldSMWaJRI-zwxqEIRfTT8wdK9s64MgE2n7-bF_mDLfnq-n-uHbNmiwMBy7ZH8jyceUx7ENV9kfNfn8pSRac87FKpFlqlWgQP3aXPVblOW-lrxlImo/w640-h334/choisir-cuisiner-endives.webp" width="640" /></a></div></span><div style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Là, une main hardie, en douceur,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">S'empara d'elle avec appétence.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Sur le coup, elle eut un haut de cœur,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">D'un malheur, elle eut la prescience.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkBeH-2KqYulzHAk6qu77Cmt-avIGFkGGIkEV6WO9Ddz-WPUwwUe2wCjsdvMSm_tAMdxfvvfNf7KwLZHOJDoSN0S9E-FNRNxx1AaEzr_e3QB2ivIWE8kweQdL5S-EJUph6b6ErQQvIF4ZAwA2Pi6oQpzN37BtPCyW0z8LX-DPVINyJKy4nv7hcJSiBVZQ/s600/endive-janvier_fa0406c3-6b69-4fba-acfe-b31ecbb23a2f.webp" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; font-weight: 400; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="513" data-original-width="600" height="548" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkBeH-2KqYulzHAk6qu77Cmt-avIGFkGGIkEV6WO9Ddz-WPUwwUe2wCjsdvMSm_tAMdxfvvfNf7KwLZHOJDoSN0S9E-FNRNxx1AaEzr_e3QB2ivIWE8kweQdL5S-EJUph6b6ErQQvIF4ZAwA2Pi6oQpzN37BtPCyW0z8LX-DPVINyJKy4nv7hcJSiBVZQ/w640-h548/endive-janvier_fa0406c3-6b69-4fba-acfe-b31ecbb23a2f.webp" width="640" /></a></div></span><div style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Même si au frais, il prit soin d'elle,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Un soir, la voici saisie et douchée,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Pour la faire encore plus belle,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Sans se soucier de la voir effarouchée.</div></span><div style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Puis, il la condamna à la question,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Un moment, dans un bain de vapeur,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Il l'enveloppa d'une robe de jambon,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Dans un plat, elle retrouva ses sœurs.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ6nn-QsfiFLUT9ZmFwr64mSMZYFXMeVW8YsfVR2OJxlmZR1oLopzCBP-K9-2VIVl4oH0ajMmLYsbhyphenhyphenn0IPawZCzvkdbGdPamUlcMQspy3RcXFfDuG-EDwVNg-BHesXuOktxz5F-NZkjyRnv-0ZgRLZqtctt56C-wdxkaZgixA5hovaw-XObgvsMhI_qg/s800/endives-jambon-2.jpg" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; font-weight: 400; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ6nn-QsfiFLUT9ZmFwr64mSMZYFXMeVW8YsfVR2OJxlmZR1oLopzCBP-K9-2VIVl4oH0ajMmLYsbhyphenhyphenn0IPawZCzvkdbGdPamUlcMQspy3RcXFfDuG-EDwVNg-BHesXuOktxz5F-NZkjyRnv-0ZgRLZqtctt56C-wdxkaZgixA5hovaw-XObgvsMhI_qg/w640-h480/endives-jambon-2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div></span><div style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Là, on les apprêta d'un voile blanc...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Comme pour une communion,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">D'un mariage, ça avait le semblant.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Aux secours ! Il n’en était pas question !</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtju3Bz78G72CCPu6FCWwXaPuTcqcxLG3YF7FJIzreSvT1qR_pNAaBAVgRNcPeXJMoaPKHG5Ma3nnJ9yNwT5T13IaUoYbPo8GfrhXd8JuH6BPSI2-Dtjrt7cDRkE0bLBS853kQHqGVKNdWfYLLVD_BcjkRQq_gDh56Sz5h_BPIZ16E7Uh5Sq2cLz73rxQ/s394/md-455857s2097102.jpg" style="font-weight: 400;"><img border="0" data-original-height="296" data-original-width="394" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtju3Bz78G72CCPu6FCWwXaPuTcqcxLG3YF7FJIzreSvT1qR_pNAaBAVgRNcPeXJMoaPKHG5Ma3nnJ9yNwT5T13IaUoYbPo8GfrhXd8JuH6BPSI2-Dtjrt7cDRkE0bLBS853kQHqGVKNdWfYLLVD_BcjkRQq_gDh56Sz5h_BPIZ16E7Uh5Sq2cLz73rxQ/w640-h480/md-455857s2097102.jpg" width="640" /></a></div></span><div style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Aux secours ! Aux secours !</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Serions-nous chez des sauvages ?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Trop tard, elle se retrouva au four</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Puis dévorée par le poète endivophage…</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl2F4eaAfc_aTfo-TmcvVapTgaHeGGBX1b7A0x8tWso0awqZ9njb2wyfkjWpEjCe24Vsbtj1OeEb6MyXfobCrFK6pGcsJZp1hjGc6AvGi4d_QL-LhnBlUReUZWvOLvzBGatwsaJcfca8Vf0dNVPVrvNit2ho9oMp4J7LcLE_VT9W4-FLoTU_qqH7z3abQ/s4064/IMG_20231129_202316.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4064" data-original-width="3048" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl2F4eaAfc_aTfo-TmcvVapTgaHeGGBX1b7A0x8tWso0awqZ9njb2wyfkjWpEjCe24Vsbtj1OeEb6MyXfobCrFK6pGcsJZp1hjGc6AvGi4d_QL-LhnBlUReUZWvOLvzBGatwsaJcfca8Vf0dNVPVrvNit2ho9oMp4J7LcLE_VT9W4-FLoTU_qqH7z3abQ/w480-h640/IMG_20231129_202316.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ainsi se terminèrent les tribulations</div></span><div style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">De cette virginale et innocente endive</div></span><div style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Qui voulait de la vie connaître la passion</div></span><div style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Sans savoir des hommes les dérives…</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAvryIGO8jUx5_PopVmuVFHyJuwHb-r5R4MQGrAERQFAs6RsEukPZIq2j1KPumhv0f2AmGwhGZhkE_h2-uE-RbBwXldgarE7IljjcV46purG6LlfRWp6ZUMiywO0ByuKAPamtMX3FxDdEQKajxSL_mpG2wnbPXTS83zF5U_BjilyeKn9G7D4jsnVEWi1k/s4064/IMG_20231129_202413.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4064" data-original-width="3048" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAvryIGO8jUx5_PopVmuVFHyJuwHb-r5R4MQGrAERQFAs6RsEukPZIq2j1KPumhv0f2AmGwhGZhkE_h2-uE-RbBwXldgarE7IljjcV46purG6LlfRWp6ZUMiywO0ByuKAPamtMX3FxDdEQKajxSL_mpG2wnbPXTS83zF5U_BjilyeKn9G7D4jsnVEWi1k/w480-h640/IMG_20231129_202413.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">“On reconnaît le degré de civilisation d'un peuple,</div></span><div style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">à la manière dont il traite ses endives”**</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><b>à Bernard, Grand Maître de l'endive au jambon</b></div><div style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Christian Bailly</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tous droits réservés</div><div style="text-align: center;">17/01/2024</div></span><div style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">** Citation de Gandhi détournée</div></span><div style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">“On reconnaît le degré de civilisation d'un peuple,</div></span><div style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">à la manière dont il traite ses animaux” – Gandhi</span></div>Christian BAILLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13778414415690566455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747037032839474945.post-6120810757607644062024-02-22T09:33:00.001+01:002024-02-22T09:33:08.481+01:00Tarte aux pommes<p> </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7jsO3_uiK6g-t4HpZ_HND90WL1qBeDTDo6SLi60A82EXGgqcBeTDJBlygNnMLEjc_VpR8-PRXzGu32EodUkTIXMJCQ4kmxTImod7KKJl_0_lAc3oYbovKRXRHv-6F9QDW2L705VDesRqtQg7-12-Dim1Xv46dM8k5juhtLy1bVPlTvF3fzJBWl1KVFMo/s3194/IMG_20240211_140906.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3048" data-original-width="3194" height="610" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7jsO3_uiK6g-t4HpZ_HND90WL1qBeDTDo6SLi60A82EXGgqcBeTDJBlygNnMLEjc_VpR8-PRXzGu32EodUkTIXMJCQ4kmxTImod7KKJl_0_lAc3oYbovKRXRHv-6F9QDW2L705VDesRqtQg7-12-Dim1Xv46dM8k5juhtLy1bVPlTvF3fzJBWl1KVFMo/w640-h610/IMG_20240211_140906.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><span style="background: white;">J'ai le souvenir de ma Grand-mère,</span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><span style="background: white;"><br /></span></b></div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="background: white;">Dans sa blouse et son tablier bleu,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="background: white;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><span style="background: white;">Dans sa cuisine, elle savait faire,</span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><span style="background: white;"><br /></span></b></div><span style="background: white; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="background-color: transparent;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;">Ce qui nous rendrait tous heureux,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="background-color: transparent;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><br /></span></b></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><span style="background: white; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Une délicieuse tarte aux pommes,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-weight: bold;">À sa façon, à elle, sans prétention,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><span style="background: white; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Qui régalerait ses deux hommes.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-weight: bold;">Je la regardais faire avec attention.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="background: white; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Par poignées, dans un grand saladier,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-weight: bold;">Elle versait, sans peser, les ingrédients,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-weight: bold;">En un tour de main, avec efficacité,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="background: white;">Le tour était joué, miraculeusement.</span></b></div></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-hyphenate: auto;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><span style="background: white;">Moi, pendant ce temps précieux,</span></b></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><span style="background: white;"><br /></span></b></span></div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="background: white; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="background-color: transparent;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;">J'épluchais les pommes du verger,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="background-color: transparent;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><br /></span></b></div></span><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><span style="background: white;">Puis, à bien les râper, j'étais minutieux,</span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><span style="background: white;"><br /></span></b></div><span style="background: white; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="background-color: transparent;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;">Avant de les voir sur la pâte, étalées</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="background-color: transparent;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><br /></span></b></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><span style="background: white; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Ma Mémé, s'appliquait à la décorer,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-weight: bold;">Avant de l'enfourner dans la cuisinière</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><span style="background: white; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">À bois, elle ronronnait avec volupté,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pour faire oublier la rudesse de l’hiver.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-hyphenate: auto;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="background: white;">Bientôt, toute la cuisine embaumait,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="background: white;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><span style="background: white;">Nous laissant imaginer la saveur</span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><span style="background: white;"><br /></span></b></div><span style="background: white; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="background-color: transparent;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;">De ce dessert qui nous attendrait.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="background-color: transparent;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><br /></span></b></div></span><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><span style="background: white;">C'était déjà du bonheur, avant l'heure.</span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><span style="background: white;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><span style="background: white; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">J'ai le souvenir de ma Grand-mère,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-weight: bold;">Dans sa blouse et son tablier bleu,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><span style="background: white; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">J'ai le souvenir de mon Grand-père,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-weight: bold;">Et ses yeux gourmands, parbleu !</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Depuis la relève, nous l’avons assurée,</span></div></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Moi aussi, j’ai gardé<span style="background: white;"> mon tablier bleu.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background: white;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>À chaque fois, je ne suis pas sans penser<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background: white;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>À elle, à lui, et à tous ses jours heureux.<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background: white;"><o:p><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b> </b></span></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background: white;"><o:p><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiLU9Ia5o9c1SwHmSAAJy9bks09PiFWfNi5bcvfQMoI2dYRhm9GOht5Pt4GZoJdH7kZkjV3Pf-m_Wgtmgdl62nqq7Vk1rsxtX-m3nXswlnaBARFzSzZrpoqoZSUb5Qj9m_UFGgWJhgQ3nFNWhm9gauoQdnpiC8gjsgT2SP2JL2GajCzK7wuIf3rLeVBiA/s4064/IMG_20240211_140934.jpg" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3048" data-original-width="4064" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiLU9Ia5o9c1SwHmSAAJy9bks09PiFWfNi5bcvfQMoI2dYRhm9GOht5Pt4GZoJdH7kZkjV3Pf-m_Wgtmgdl62nqq7Vk1rsxtX-m3nXswlnaBARFzSzZrpoqoZSUb5Qj9m_UFGgWJhgQ3nFNWhm9gauoQdnpiC8gjsgT2SP2JL2GajCzK7wuIf3rLeVBiA/w640-h480/IMG_20240211_140934.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background: white;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Christian Bailly</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background: white;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Tous droits réservés</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background: white;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>11/02/2024<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background: white;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background: white;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Recette</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background: white;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Ingrédients</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>300 gr de farine</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>120 gr de beurre ramolli</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>1 paquet de levure</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>1 paquet de sucre vanillé</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>1 poignée de sucre cristallisé</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>1 pincée de sel</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Un peu d'eau tiède</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Un peu de maïzena </b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>6 grosses pommes acidulées</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Dans un saladier</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Verser la farine, la levure, le sucre vanillé, le sucre cristallisé, le sel</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Mélangez.</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Par-dessus couper fin en lamelles le beurre ramolli</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Du bout des doigts mélanger l'ensemble</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Puis sabler le mélange en le frottant entre les deux mains l'une sur l'autre...</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Une fois fait, ajouter deux à trois cuillères à soupe d'eau tiède et mélanger le tout pour lier la pâte et faire une boule...</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Décoller la pâte en saupoudrant de farine</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Pétrir la pâte sur votre plan de travail légèrement fariné pour l'assouplir.</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Laisser la reposer</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Éplucher les pommes et les râper pas trop fin</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Étaler votre pâte avec un rouleau à tarte</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Beurrer le plat à tarte</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Saupoudrer de farine</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Jeter le surplus </b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Placer la pâte dans le plat</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Couper le surplus et faire une petite boule avec.</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Donner quelques coups de fourchette dans le fond </b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Saupoudrer très légèrement de maïzena, elle absorbera le jus que les pommes pourraient rendre.</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Étaler les pommes râpées sur la pâte</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Si elles paraissent juteuses, presser avec vos mains le râpé </b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Pour la déco, étaler la boule de surplus de pâte en longueur pour faire les lanières de pâtes à l'aide d'un couteau.</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Disposer sur la tarte</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Saupoudrer de sucre cristallisé</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Enfourner dans un four préchauffé à 180°C</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Cuisson 30 à 35 minutes</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background: white;"><b><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Déguster </b></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="background: white;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span face="Arial, "sans-serif"" style="color: #222222; font-size: 14.6667px;"><br /></span></div></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-hyphenate: auto;"><span face=""Arial","sans-serif"" style="background: white; color: #222222;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>Christian BAILLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13778414415690566455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747037032839474945.post-61242274544683815222023-12-16T19:37:00.003+01:002024-03-03T18:45:55.169+01:00De chair...Et de sang...<p> </p><p><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Il faut que je vous dise, Chers Amis</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Moi, qui vous parle ici,</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>En prose, mais aussi en vers,</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Je suis bien fait de chair,</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Et de sang...</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>D'émotion,</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>De contradiction,</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>D'amour et de fureur,</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>De joies et de peurs.</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>De mon cœur blessé,</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Vous ne verrez pas une goutte perler,</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Mais mon âme, elle, peut pleurer<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Des larmes couleur de l'encre de ma vie<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Avec lesquelles je vous écris.</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Je peux être amoureux,</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Parfois même fougueux.</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Parfois, je doute,</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Oui, souvent, je doute…</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>De la vie et de l'être humain<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>De vouloir le changer, il est vain,<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Il est capable du meilleur,<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Comme des pires laideurs.<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>D'autres jours, moins moroses,<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Je vois la vie en rose.</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Je m'émerveille de sa grandeur,<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Même si ce n'est qu'une lueur<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Dans cet univers sans fin.<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>De l'or qu'il a dans les mains<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>De sa force, de son imagination,<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Et de son obstination<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>À traverser le temps<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>En résistant<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Aux frayeurs de son histoire.</span><br /><br /><br /></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4DVEu7zs9ZUJKHUJvHt0It85gL9BovwtwgTUzZX0BLrcXEOBlNYMgd5ayJl-eEeFCO-JBfpwyVoKqRkmpMS_ZKzE_GGfumm6RpPj3fsSWf51eFdFZrUiXx-RyXdOba_znM6bbmooItWQ0RF8pZXzf1zAeIGZtZg8YG59sKnznjKSZI7oCRPVEbcqs/s2048/290456782_6022298964463677_1853706251386114907_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1365" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4DVEu7zs9ZUJKHUJvHt0It85gL9BovwtwgTUzZX0BLrcXEOBlNYMgd5ayJl-eEeFCO-JBfpwyVoKqRkmpMS_ZKzE_GGfumm6RpPj3fsSWf51eFdFZrUiXx-RyXdOba_znM6bbmooItWQ0RF8pZXzf1zAeIGZtZg8YG59sKnznjKSZI7oCRPVEbcqs/w426-h640/290456782_6022298964463677_1853706251386114907_n.jpg" width="426" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><br /><div><span style="font-weight: bold;">Oui, il faut que je vous dise, Chers Amis</span></div></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Moi, qui vous parle ici,</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>En prose ou en vers,</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Je suis bien fait de chair</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Et de sang...</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>De sentiments,</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Qui se contredisent,<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Quoi qu'on en dise,</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>D'amour,</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>De désir,</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>De plaisir,</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Mais aussi de douleurs<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Ou de purs instants de bonheur</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Tout ce que je vous écris est vécu,<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Même si ça ne vaut pas un écu<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Tout est ressenti sincèrement,<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Dans la joie ou le tourment,<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>À mon rythme.<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Je ne suis pas un de ces algorithmes<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Ou un de ces robots<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Qu'avec leurs gros sabots<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Ils veulent nous imposer.</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Avec, ils prétendent nous remplacer<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Si je ne m'abuse<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Moi, ma plume, et ma muse,</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Avec nos fautes d'étourderie,<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Même si j'y survis,</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Nos erreurs de syntaxe,<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Heureusement sans taxes,<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Nos tournures fantaisistes,<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Nos élucubrations d'artiste.<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Je le sais,<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Je ne suis pas parfait, Chers Amis,<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Mais moi, qui vous parle ici</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>En prose ou en vers</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Je suis bien fait de chair</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Et de sang... Moi !</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Mais pas ce ChatGPT…</b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><span style="line-height: 20.7px;">Qui un jour aura notre peau…</span> </b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Alors la vraie poésie, </b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Celle qui vient du coeur, ne sera plus...</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>https://www.numerama.com/sciences/1200230-cest-quoi-chatgpt-on-a-laisse-chatgpt-repondre-a-la-question.html</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilKiig1eeMR4LoaIk65u_YCsr76X2Tqdg6Yk_Xm-YaGRbsft2IRpM4kpKCjBqORlruE5DyPPMqlCYCpdsCIAZoimxd_DhuSFBZb4q9IEyVtuKVM5KyCTMA7MDOvpQ0h4CMyi40JspZ9QU3LBhPoKM8akp57N7lM2rRzAVSDLJDJcm9rn0XycXQwuvE/s1533/chatgpt-chatbot-ia-tout-savoir.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1022" data-original-width="1533" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilKiig1eeMR4LoaIk65u_YCsr76X2Tqdg6Yk_Xm-YaGRbsft2IRpM4kpKCjBqORlruE5DyPPMqlCYCpdsCIAZoimxd_DhuSFBZb4q9IEyVtuKVM5KyCTMA7MDOvpQ0h4CMyi40JspZ9QU3LBhPoKM8akp57N7lM2rRzAVSDLJDJcm9rn0XycXQwuvE/w640-h426/chatgpt-chatbot-ia-tout-savoir.png" width="640" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><b><br /><!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br /><!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></b></span><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Christian Bailly</b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Tous d roits réservés </b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>24/01/2023</b></span></span></p>Christian BAILLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13778414415690566455noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747037032839474945.post-1888388773988144662023-12-15T22:56:00.008+01:002023-12-16T15:17:21.861+01:00Dans le miroir <p style="text-align: center;"> </p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Je me regarde dans le miroir,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Je réalise comme les années ont pesé...</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Mais sur mon corps,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Je vois toujours une étincelle de désir,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Prête à briller pour toi...</span></div></span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgVtED0R4-ofWtddQTKhCGmLjGm4voYG8z8QhCdzLSyT_LBYXgu6WqvMYpBpV8dcmX2qKSK16r6vj0O26sbLnFM0RyvSTpTG-6kxnwRzzGBz7SaZDSNiGh0pn8zrd_53vjNNZfIoCoJetMB6e-y-xvw2VKhF7wEnskuEGUSXiLHBhTrj8Cqji4ynk9UcvdN" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="1160" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgVtED0R4-ofWtddQTKhCGmLjGm4voYG8z8QhCdzLSyT_LBYXgu6WqvMYpBpV8dcmX2qKSK16r6vj0O26sbLnFM0RyvSTpTG-6kxnwRzzGBz7SaZDSNiGh0pn8zrd_53vjNNZfIoCoJetMB6e-y-xvw2VKhF7wEnskuEGUSXiLHBhTrj8Cqji4ynk9UcvdN=w496-h640" width="496" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><b>Kenney Mencher </b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b>Mon amour...</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Prends-moi dans tes bras,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Serre-moi fort contre toi,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Ton corps contre mon corps,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Ta chair contre ma chair.</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Laissons nos désirs germer</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Dans nos bas-ventres,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Pendant que nos bouches</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">S'envahissent...</span></div></span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhwQQnGSxRAUcesIRavdD6hEFHsfmkwj9iYZ-SeDhSf-NkFACrRZGnHGM-F-p9yodTN4PNwpPZxZLePDZSeJqMBECNxHhTjmnXmQCVHvM7mMZv1BG4B9JhOTI6lj3ReqZdi3yTqL_i5OlUmL2PsWbDJuneB-llc0x_Vl5TDo7aEyRvoS2Q4wGumo1CoNcEH" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="781" data-original-width="600" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhwQQnGSxRAUcesIRavdD6hEFHsfmkwj9iYZ-SeDhSf-NkFACrRZGnHGM-F-p9yodTN4PNwpPZxZLePDZSeJqMBECNxHhTjmnXmQCVHvM7mMZv1BG4B9JhOTI6lj3ReqZdi3yTqL_i5OlUmL2PsWbDJuneB-llc0x_Vl5TDo7aEyRvoS2Q4wGumo1CoNcEH=w491-h640" width="491" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: red;">Suzann's Art</span></b></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div><div style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Emporte-moi dans tes rêves</span></b></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Je te montrerai ma vérité</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Là où commence ma réalité.</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Nos nuits ne connaîtront pas de trêves,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Nos aurores seront nos jours,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Nos crépuscules seront des feux de St-Jean.</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Mon amour,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Emporte-moi dans tes pensées…</span></div></span><div style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi9g_Z9T9mpSNVms8qoZPIEVlk2xVUGTPjLZp_Rqs0PrDogK_hXzMvTlGPbtyoyNmE6NzHnUk6EvHM-Dr6B8V1_pFXa04SjpNXVkNvouBNSIGLA6sP12bozfjBKeNz7FGq99TOWHltIwPU6yw2FHd8k_L0GVOHqG_4uudgdnsNQIr_hGV4KQ94pDrAkKl6j" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3413" data-original-width="5120" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi9g_Z9T9mpSNVms8qoZPIEVlk2xVUGTPjLZp_Rqs0PrDogK_hXzMvTlGPbtyoyNmE6NzHnUk6EvHM-Dr6B8V1_pFXa04SjpNXVkNvouBNSIGLA6sP12bozfjBKeNz7FGq99TOWHltIwPU6yw2FHd8k_L0GVOHqG_4uudgdnsNQIr_hGV4KQ94pDrAkKl6j=w640-h426" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><b>du net</b></span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;">Je regarde le jour se lever,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Et m'offrir de belles promesses,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Mais demain sera un plus beau jour encore,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Parce qu'il me fera encore cadeau de toi...</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Christian Bailly</div></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Tous droits réservés</div></span><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;">08/08/2023</div></span>Christian BAILLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13778414415690566455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747037032839474945.post-35309928332401968082023-11-17T18:55:00.001+01:002023-11-17T19:46:50.876+01:00Mon cœur !<p><span style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Illustrations: Edgar Saillen</b></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Tu es mon bouquet d'amour, à l'automne de ma vie,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Tu fais, de chaque jour, un printemps qui fleurit.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Près de toi, vieillir, c'est entrer en résistance,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>C'est un combat en continu, pour la survivance,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Mais sous la cendre du temps qui passe obstinément,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Une brise passionnée suffit pour qu'instantanément,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Nos vies s'enflamment…</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMeYeSgimkgqFEThhxUlr6rnIkbkMfzjCx-ah1L0Qv7HYdyWOiVdhdEJ4aGWh0qJh15vcBEYX685uNwXm_yqR_z2ECmq9vsaNb3vd5etZH7DHUYjKBBBsWK2bXB_R16RCVr7KcYCyZA_2g3nBaDBS13lCX_1IOxdeK2xRDdmuJb5mGe3_zvTA-Q2q1Fr9l/s671/Edgar%20Saillen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="671" data-original-width="500" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMeYeSgimkgqFEThhxUlr6rnIkbkMfzjCx-ah1L0Qv7HYdyWOiVdhdEJ4aGWh0qJh15vcBEYX685uNwXm_yqR_z2ECmq9vsaNb3vd5etZH7DHUYjKBBBsWK2bXB_R16RCVr7KcYCyZA_2g3nBaDBS13lCX_1IOxdeK2xRDdmuJb5mGe3_zvTA-Q2q1Fr9l/w476-h640/Edgar%20Saillen.jpg" width="476" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Alors,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Quand notre amour inspire nos chairs amoureuses,</b></div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Les mots se libèrent à l'aide de ma plume voluptueuse,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Pour immortaliser nos instants choisis de vie,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Avant qu'ils ne sombrent à jamais dans l'oubli.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4HWu3xRRy-5tVCjqVwoylftJYiIErN_KeWQLVP7EJZ2VrHJaoxavLbhasixmIe4Bt5SnDqLnVAOrSNzGXHGZt8PODhRep81FKBmgSj9O34Kn7muZTCU7E6bXIM5_CFBtRFfA7Dar4muwkdQ_GVm33VLx68wkr-Z4UA1PjuNxdWWRcED0SJ0d6cLgx0tWx/s750/Edgar%20Saillen4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="714" data-original-width="750" height="610" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4HWu3xRRy-5tVCjqVwoylftJYiIErN_KeWQLVP7EJZ2VrHJaoxavLbhasixmIe4Bt5SnDqLnVAOrSNzGXHGZt8PODhRep81FKBmgSj9O34Kn7muZTCU7E6bXIM5_CFBtRFfA7Dar4muwkdQ_GVm33VLx68wkr-Z4UA1PjuNxdWWRcED0SJ0d6cLgx0tWx/w640-h610/Edgar%20Saillen4.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Les mots scellent, sur le parchemin, les souvenirs,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Que notre amour, dans sa fureur, leur inspire.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Ils se posent pour venir attiser nos appétits, notre passion,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Alors, nos corps fébriles deviennent des trésors d'inspiration.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Z6RR9UFNcViyuzwHC0XxcdjqRKGvafEmAKGIj0X-bTzk9caG4GqAHqwCbJA1tjpBr7qReuRx_9sapf8gpWfx4k77ewYFv7Wx5SDaFf8hqUn2HJeOXI4IEwYnbxuPhQExu8kCH3Cwhtr4uGGMLfqx0964OZUehN6PGhGDxYMB_EyonuMCfGZKROxLAqrk/s420/Edgar%20Saillen%206.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="420" data-original-width="337" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Z6RR9UFNcViyuzwHC0XxcdjqRKGvafEmAKGIj0X-bTzk9caG4GqAHqwCbJA1tjpBr7qReuRx_9sapf8gpWfx4k77ewYFv7Wx5SDaFf8hqUn2HJeOXI4IEwYnbxuPhQExu8kCH3Cwhtr4uGGMLfqx0964OZUehN6PGhGDxYMB_EyonuMCfGZKROxLAqrk/w514-h640/Edgar%20Saillen%206.jpg" width="514" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Je me remémore ton désir ardent qui brûle ma peau</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Tes caresses arrogantes qui éteignent mon flambeau,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Après avoir saccagé ma chair haletante devenue irascible,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Quand nos étreintes masculines en arrivent à l'indicible</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoqkwEgRYUz2o2bsXAD5Lq7uhKUItLgVHF4adi_5PgJFSN5sZMuVKBrm99gwm04pijNqnBG3mE794Oe74dkuZG5Y9pfk9tiW2jwtTd6TohNR3MwJSjWN4-hdN4-W_S3sqh1J-JRJ_hg6EipaO9J25V7o_oToZ7wMuOCcKoLDOzWlXZ0pAULd0M-STQPYDV/s325/Edgar%20Saillen%203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="325" data-original-width="236" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoqkwEgRYUz2o2bsXAD5Lq7uhKUItLgVHF4adi_5PgJFSN5sZMuVKBrm99gwm04pijNqnBG3mE794Oe74dkuZG5Y9pfk9tiW2jwtTd6TohNR3MwJSjWN4-hdN4-W_S3sqh1J-JRJ_hg6EipaO9J25V7o_oToZ7wMuOCcKoLDOzWlXZ0pAULd0M-STQPYDV/w464-h640/Edgar%20Saillen%203.jpg" width="464" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Les murs silencieux qui écoutent de nos ébats, l'exultation,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>L'air de notre chambre qui s'épaissit de nos exhalaisons,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Le désordre qui s'installe sur notre couche dévouée</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>À la cause de nos épanchements virils et tumultueux.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnFBxIspbzgt6Mh902kvS597a6tdsvNupNRpXOmK_BoEWS1pwRC-bhzN0Lgt6p617EDHGrSkomvXwt3ftD3jekG0hlPORiGDSmVl9AfePeNzce3qpGzVfrp5UZikSwL66_vNM0I23fiLzxxhFDmLd8VAsdxjLm4qFPEZKrei9v-QpOTzdGY0kNTMSisK3c/s511/Edgar%20Saillen%207.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="511" data-original-width="500" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnFBxIspbzgt6Mh902kvS597a6tdsvNupNRpXOmK_BoEWS1pwRC-bhzN0Lgt6p617EDHGrSkomvXwt3ftD3jekG0hlPORiGDSmVl9AfePeNzce3qpGzVfrp5UZikSwL66_vNM0I23fiLzxxhFDmLd8VAsdxjLm4qFPEZKrei9v-QpOTzdGY0kNTMSisK3c/w626-h640/Edgar%20Saillen%207.jpg" width="626" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Une fois ma plume libérée de mes concupiscences,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Elle peut alors se dévouer à bien d'autres appétences.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Que notre amour est à même de lui inspirer chaque jour.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Alors, à la poésie de la vie, elle peut laisser libre cours…</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Texte et photos Christian Bailly</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Tous droits réservés</span></b></div><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><span></span><span></span><span></span><span></span><span></span><span></span><span></span><span></span><span></span><span></span><span></span><span></span><span></span><span></span><span></span><span></span><span></span><span></span><span></span><span></span><span></span><span></span><span></span><span></span><span></span><span></span><span></span><span></span></b></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>04/11/2023</b></span></div>Christian BAILLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13778414415690566455noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747037032839474945.post-60532566836684150032023-11-11T16:56:00.000+01:002023-11-11T16:56:08.925+01:00Quand…<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTz-d4NB_VhUzRv9aYmMTup5tYeZq3aO5_TB7Xt4FKgqc7te399HfNIipL8D02uCgK2YqasQGygcspJX7OrEDBiUqNJGAbR2wyS2M4xjJMNfjkAGBFyb2zdZwYgi3aDwu51eIiT4txPusFNDcrBQp-FFxOJjjThkUc8m7DjzJD6AeBh99GFbq_4Yn_ioR4/s800/Tumblr_l_684462656467751_edit_207408287560565.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTz-d4NB_VhUzRv9aYmMTup5tYeZq3aO5_TB7Xt4FKgqc7te399HfNIipL8D02uCgK2YqasQGygcspJX7OrEDBiUqNJGAbR2wyS2M4xjJMNfjkAGBFyb2zdZwYgi3aDwu51eIiT4txPusFNDcrBQp-FFxOJjjThkUc8m7DjzJD6AeBh99GFbq_4Yn_ioR4/w640-h480/Tumblr_l_684462656467751_edit_207408287560565.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><b><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Mon Amour… </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Quand j'aurai épuisé ta source, cette fontaine de mes délices,</span></b><p></p><p><b><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Quand elle n'aura plus une seule goutte à m'offrir </span></b><b><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">généreusement,</span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Pour étancher ma soif de toi et apaiser mes désirs d'amant,</span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Quand nous aurons fini par la tarir de nous être trop aimés,</span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">C'est que les années auront usé nos corps jusqu'à la corde,</span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Mais pas nos cœurs ni la passion qui les consumeront encore.</span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWJ-tDnXKPLimOTTe0NIi5c2QtS2_-Bpi3BxwlUwmMh-MP3jMRtDiSZwBo3vHJ3I-JKkdljflNkgPye-VmkRAljVqUsJbBWUm1bAQoK4ArWNdJxMBDJy5JDfLP2W16m062uLvH-lOQqalurUkPZNSF-U5Tnqafu7kJusxA46pvb_hkJHC7K7lUdept-9oH/s699/Tumblr_l_684564454955889.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="699" data-original-width="540" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWJ-tDnXKPLimOTTe0NIi5c2QtS2_-Bpi3BxwlUwmMh-MP3jMRtDiSZwBo3vHJ3I-JKkdljflNkgPye-VmkRAljVqUsJbBWUm1bAQoK4ArWNdJxMBDJy5JDfLP2W16m062uLvH-lOQqalurUkPZNSF-U5Tnqafu7kJusxA46pvb_hkJHC7K7lUdept-9oH/w494-h640/Tumblr_l_684564454955889.png" width="494" /></a></div><p></p><p><b><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Il nous restera cette flamme ardente qui brille dans tes yeux,</span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Où je lirai tous les souvenirs de ces moments bénis par l'amour.</span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Quand viendra le temps de fermer les yeux sur ces pages magiques,</span></b></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Quand il ne restera, de moi, plus qu'un corps blême devenu stérile,</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium; font-weight: bold;">Quand malgré ma résistance, les années perfides seront venues à bout</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium; font-weight: bold;">De ce que les hommes n'auront jamais pu éteindre en nous,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium; font-weight: bold;">Il restera les souvenirs vivaces de notre amour inconditionnel</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium; font-weight: bold;">Dans tous ces poèmes que j'écris, au fil du temps qui passe,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium; font-weight: bold;">Pour toi... </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium; font-weight: bold;">Pour toi…</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium; font-weight: bold;">Rien que pour toi...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfy6Qib7VZvdBNGKSAMCsrmZIXyXZWAqvoVgDRe_XARArT5tyDpb_ANSYQSi93wDkcyENAciqBS17Lyfqr8iir2dQiBgjxXI5gfAzk-d-3duyWfqFP1wJAmsMX7z2lIcwCuxxui6svMXkgmtfdBxYgDqloVnRzWpYUAdXPB1Y9bmRhvaylfAY2Z8RgvkTa/s700/1697097299556.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="446" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfy6Qib7VZvdBNGKSAMCsrmZIXyXZWAqvoVgDRe_XARArT5tyDpb_ANSYQSi93wDkcyENAciqBS17Lyfqr8iir2dQiBgjxXI5gfAzk-d-3duyWfqFP1wJAmsMX7z2lIcwCuxxui6svMXkgmtfdBxYgDqloVnRzWpYUAdXPB1Y9bmRhvaylfAY2Z8RgvkTa/w408-h640/1697097299556.jpg" width="408" /></a></div><p style="text-align: right;"></p><p><b><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Texte de Christian Bailly</span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Photos du net</span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Tous droits réservés</span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">11/11/2023</span></b></p>Christian BAILLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13778414415690566455noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747037032839474945.post-28989178758430644632023-08-28T19:31:00.000+02:002023-08-28T19:31:06.759+02:00Baise<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8uYry8dwL6F9hQXctFo4TbBM1TF1E8s741p1iHnrf9KOmq_NWsvpR71JrucZmUNora09CK6j1UJiJ3jMtWfw4QUvtihdJz5LmhiQBY2jc7I8htSMf97SfxcHUJD9_pUepuOfk264mZ750HPhuBQGedPTmr4qRwhpsvC3pPTwd702DSb1c7JiURLY6810j/s640/by%20Ben%20Fink.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="512" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8uYry8dwL6F9hQXctFo4TbBM1TF1E8s741p1iHnrf9KOmq_NWsvpR71JrucZmUNora09CK6j1UJiJ3jMtWfw4QUvtihdJz5LmhiQBY2jc7I8htSMf97SfxcHUJD9_pUepuOfk264mZ750HPhuBQGedPTmr4qRwhpsvC3pPTwd702DSb1c7JiURLY6810j/w512-h640/by%20Ben%20Fink.jpg" width="512" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"></blockquote><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Baise de mâles</div></span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Baise orale</span></div></span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ouvre le bal</span></div></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Baise de mâles</b></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Baise animale</b></div></b></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Baise de mâles</b></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Baise bestiale</b></div></b></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Baise de mâles</b></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Au fond du val</b></div></b></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Baise de mâles</b></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Baise anale</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Qui met à mal</b></div></b></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Baise de mâles</b></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Possession abyssale</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Qui fait mal</b></div></b></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Baise de mâles</b></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><b>C'est le Graal</b></div></b></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Baise de mâle</b></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Oh oui, je me régale</b></div></b></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Christian Bailly</b></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Tous droits réservés</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>13/08/2023</b></div></b></span></div>Christian BAILLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13778414415690566455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747037032839474945.post-16828141920224360932023-08-18T18:28:00.001+02:002023-08-18T18:29:50.360+02:00Aube impudique<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Au travers des persiennes, l'aube se hasarde,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">À son approche, la nuit se fait fuyarde.</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Dans notre chambre, elle dépose son voile,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;">Sur l'ombre pâlissante, elle tisse sa toile.</div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><o:p><span style="background-color: white;"></span></o:p></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: bold; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8VeiI8LXNoU65UYHu2PXsCplTsTrchsyTQl8G0E07_-kXsQaX8-QjoNvJ5bWtTEpsCtxYBsghGHMI0ILkDDQCnix368SYsh8cBeb7xbPbLlh_-g6z4KlS838e5EZkLAAeR9iRg5VvWnZ5pEZcgG9tBLyOdjw9l0pw0Q_w38bkLUUM9WMuENr6sFw-JRVe/s785/Albert%20Marquet%20-%20Persiennes%20vertes.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="785" data-original-width="628" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8VeiI8LXNoU65UYHu2PXsCplTsTrchsyTQl8G0E07_-kXsQaX8-QjoNvJ5bWtTEpsCtxYBsghGHMI0ILkDDQCnix368SYsh8cBeb7xbPbLlh_-g6z4KlS838e5EZkLAAeR9iRg5VvWnZ5pEZcgG9tBLyOdjw9l0pw0Q_w38bkLUUM9WMuENr6sFw-JRVe/w512-h640/Albert%20Marquet%20-%20Persiennes%20vertes.jpg" width="512" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: times;">Albert Marquet - Persiennes vertes</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></span><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Sur ton corps endormi, perclus de tes rêves,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>De la nuit, elle prend discrètement la relève.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Habile, elle dépose un trait de lumière</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Sur tes courbes, et dessine ton joli derrière.</b></span></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="background: white;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b> </b></span></o:p></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhdG30DZRp3ybQk6nxmeaug8gikJsyWSFMtrw6YABaY5Yjz54WINFUVaFgytGEJ_-Yxrpis8UpolHWgFPKvO_wRmzuwGT_CDOP1aINg8uMclf7gJY9_6ldV8CKq7dqQ2qR2yvRzVXp7xxZU5_brEzjbbivOu288ic6JyWT8dDuvmWyzbMKRy8McSpzd3JT/s820/Hand-painted-Original-Oil-painting-art-gay-male-nude-on-Canvas-24-X36-shipping-free.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="631" data-original-width="820" height="492" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhdG30DZRp3ybQk6nxmeaug8gikJsyWSFMtrw6YABaY5Yjz54WINFUVaFgytGEJ_-Yxrpis8UpolHWgFPKvO_wRmzuwGT_CDOP1aINg8uMclf7gJY9_6ldV8CKq7dqQ2qR2yvRzVXp7xxZU5_brEzjbbivOu288ic6JyWT8dDuvmWyzbMKRy8McSpzd3JT/w640-h492/Hand-painted-Original-Oil-painting-art-gay-male-nude-on-Canvas-24-X36-shipping-free.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: times;">Du net</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="background: white;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Elle se joue du rebondi excitant de tes fesses,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Qui attirent irrésistiblement mes caresses.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Puis remonte au creux délicat de l'aine,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Vers ton dos viril, mon regard, elle entraîne.</span></b></div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="background: white;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b> </b></span></o:p></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7q9WPzVfoCcDzDZraKf1jZWuYff-QCUFPsvJbw5Hlc5PdHd6UHzLKGI3wKPIdCNW6824B1WBhAMuZ86wVfSXYtaah6sMuTLeWprVnPOivwLHACjqTSKk46gPpl4hdtlibr4SSvIs000pQXwds3r_XWssqfTTLC7dbRVMkWiLrRQzrfSBSktVdJ6Tp4coN/s300/Frederick%20Witherington%20-%20Male%20Nude%20William.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="112" data-original-width="300" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7q9WPzVfoCcDzDZraKf1jZWuYff-QCUFPsvJbw5Hlc5PdHd6UHzLKGI3wKPIdCNW6824B1WBhAMuZ86wVfSXYtaah6sMuTLeWprVnPOivwLHACjqTSKk46gPpl4hdtlibr4SSvIs000pQXwds3r_XWssqfTTLC7dbRVMkWiLrRQzrfSBSktVdJ6Tp4coN/w640-h239/Frederick%20Witherington%20-%20Male%20Nude%20William.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Frederick Witherington - Male Nude William</span></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Je retiens mon souffle, devant ce spectacle,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>À te voir ainsi, de la nature, j'admire le miracle</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Et je n'ose troubler cet instant magique,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Source de mes appétits amoureux et impudiques.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="background: white;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b></b></span></o:p></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkZphXbGnx1dMfhNE049rEho43-7m7gZWa0F88BJ8ntxCDmCuDAjWAFIFpGimjJZd-TQEL14TebwLMbgrOisd9YZPgTcQ-0xoQblsqbkfV_WNooUKncgN72KDBBfkefj3FxqzZQY4kUtr4wMvGRZ5DyL92Msm4_y4zoJJz3fRkCfmoqZXdOrwFnMeZWJFH/s300/salem%20beiruti33.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="240" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkZphXbGnx1dMfhNE049rEho43-7m7gZWa0F88BJ8ntxCDmCuDAjWAFIFpGimjJZd-TQEL14TebwLMbgrOisd9YZPgTcQ-0xoQblsqbkfV_WNooUKncgN72KDBBfkefj3FxqzZQY4kUtr4wMvGRZ5DyL92Msm4_y4zoJJz3fRkCfmoqZXdOrwFnMeZWJFH/w512-h640/salem%20beiruti33.jpg" width="512" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: times;">Salem Beiruti</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="background: white;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /> </b></span></span><p></p>
<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><div style="text-align: center;">Christian Bailly</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Tous droits réservés</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">28/06/2017</div></b></span>Christian BAILLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13778414415690566455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747037032839474945.post-7548612422583399872023-08-02T00:42:00.004+02:002023-10-20T19:15:47.517+02:00Loin...<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br />Loin du monde qui s'agite<br /><br />Des touristes qui s'excitent,<br /><br />Des paillotes endiablées,<br /><br />Assis, sur la plage esseulée,<br /><br />Je pense à toi..<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5pbM6DSahkHqbducvVuxJR1Tkfom28fP8fU48xQzVtgf4_8DO7Ba7sb3Wr-FHdaIFG7ykoTZDiapN8Yf0Sz2xvktiowfSZu0F4hb_gcpLHNSFgo1Azx3kxwfmyv4hFzGVU7TgHQUizWcbtt1PjR-8F6Ci63PwVg7FEzsrfrlaASKVkPZQEa2CoQfKYiLI/s3204/IMG_20230718_103228a.jpg"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5pbM6DSahkHqbducvVuxJR1Tkfom28fP8fU48xQzVtgf4_8DO7Ba7sb3Wr-FHdaIFG7ykoTZDiapN8Yf0Sz2xvktiowfSZu0F4hb_gcpLHNSFgo1Azx3kxwfmyv4hFzGVU7TgHQUizWcbtt1PjR-8F6Ci63PwVg7FEzsrfrlaASKVkPZQEa2CoQfKYiLI/w426-h640/IMG_20230718_103228a.jpg" /></a></b></div><br />Les flots apaisés, mais bavards, me parlent de toi.<br /><br />Une multitude d'étoiles muettes scintillent dans les cieux<br /><br />La lune, pâle, baigne la plage de son rayon blafard.<br /><br />La nuit nous sépare, ce soir, je serai seul dans mon lit.</b></span><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /><br />Après ce jour caniculaire, la brise est une caresse,<br /><br />À laquelle je me prête en pensant à toi, à nous.<br /><br />Le refrain lancinant des vagues berce mes pensées.<br /><br />Je goûte cette solitude comme un cadeau précieux,</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /><br />Elle me permets de communier avec dame nature.<br /><br />Elle, elle, ignore mes divagations de poète solitaire.<br /><br />La conversation est à sens unique, elle impose sa voix<br /><br />À mes insondables turpitudes, silencieuses et vaines.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /><br />Pourtant, c'est à ses pieds que je trouve l'inspiration<br /><br />Venue d'ailleurs, de je ne sais où, et qui m'assaille,<br /><br />Jusqu'à ce que je reprenne ma plume et mon parchemin.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /><br />Alors, je médite, sur le devenir de ce monde après ma mort,<br /><br />Mais les derniers mots qui me viennent et valent de l'or<br /><br />Sont toujours mes "Je t'aime"...</b></span><div><b style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></b></div><div><b style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Je t'aimes...</b></div><div><b style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></b></div><div><b style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Je t'aimes...</b><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /><br /><br /><br />Tous droits réservés<br />Christian Bailly<br />02/08/2023</b></span></div></div></div>Christian BAILLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13778414415690566455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747037032839474945.post-58207222197402827542023-04-29T22:57:00.003+02:002023-04-29T22:59:47.354+02:00Trois hommes au petit matin<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Duo avec Jean François du Neck</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Poème écrit à deux plumes, en alternance, selon inspiration instantanée.</b></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Jean François:</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Sortant main dans la main de la soirée,<br />
Nous savions exactement où aller,<br />
Vêtements retirés sous la lune,<br />
Nos ébats débutaient dans la dune.<br />
<br />
Un inconnu est venu nous observer,<br />
Il rêvait, le gars, de prendre son pied,<br />
La bouche ouverte, jeans et slip sur ses talons,<br />
Pensant se rincer l'œil pour pas un rond.</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiBn4B9DNUMH2wY9trNuLLDyxpsrHWJ33_FijCS6Q94H5P9vOJq7F7-WnlC9kNka0XNegCLS32uwPzozUKD7p2axXaVYmIyJ_FOm9qBGDT7Eu5aTam88zChiE9cguaHJNs82K5sUpeifiNc2gH0_-RD_gX7ziL-QTXOr2E6Nayyaex0CyItWYStlmU_g/s650/Hommes%20bus%20%C3%A0%20la%20plage%20par%20Georg%20Pauli.webp" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="color: red;"><b><img border="0" data-original-height="650" data-original-width="451" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiBn4B9DNUMH2wY9trNuLLDyxpsrHWJ33_FijCS6Q94H5P9vOJq7F7-WnlC9kNka0XNegCLS32uwPzozUKD7p2axXaVYmIyJ_FOm9qBGDT7Eu5aTam88zChiE9cguaHJNs82K5sUpeifiNc2gH0_-RD_gX7ziL-QTXOr2E6Nayyaex0CyItWYStlmU_g/w444-h640/Hommes%20bus%20%C3%A0%20la%20plage%20par%20Georg%20Pauli.webp" width="444" /></b></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: verdana;"><b>Hommes nus à la plage par Georg Pauli</b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>
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Christian : </span></b></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>C'était sans compter sur nos instincts<br />
De mâles en rut, en mal de nouveaux festins.<br />
Tout occupés à nos embrassades,<br />
Nous ne manquions rien de sa parade.<br />
<br />
C'est vrai qu'il avait de quoi être fier,<br />
Il s'amusait avec sans faire de manière.<br />
Très attiré pas ses allures d'artilleur,<br />
Je me dévouais bientôt comme éclaireur.<br />
<br />
De son regard, il me transperça le cœur.<br />
De son auguste dard, j'eus des haut-le-cœur.<br />
Pourtant, je rêvais déjà des suites à donner,<br />
Pour le satisfaire, et surtout me contenter.<br />
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Jean François:</span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">La bise saline, et lui, très câlin,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">
J'aimais ce sentiment d'être la putain.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">
Je suçais son interminable pieu,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">
Il me caressait tendrement les cheveux.</span><br />
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Mon compagnon n'était pas en reste,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">
Croquant les couilles de l'inconnu, peste,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">
Le corps jouette, il l'avait aussi,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">
De trois doigts dans son cul, je, le punis.</span><br />
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Brusquement, le temps se mit à pleurer,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">
De belles chaudes gouttes énamourées,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">
Couvrant nos ébats d'un voile pudique,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">
Nous rendant d'autant plus frénétiques.</span><br />
<br /></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNTOepHkQ33mVDNIFZOjC331cW5DGLDLLM94LFWUqk5v68UAH17i44IXu-rCJ9UAq7n0dCVYIHyB5DVBqSN4Kg5l-25jqIYxKm9HFIoDNNbM2b5Py76VGXWU-UkvOLk2haCtyKs7-OM5ZzM5xMjNG2J1iCQxWv34ytkb9weYUJkfeC_9c7E0XCUrtoCg/s1107/Jeune%20homme%20nu%20sur%20la%20plage%20naturiste%20par%20Ninou.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><b><span style="color: red;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1107" data-original-width="490" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNTOepHkQ33mVDNIFZOjC331cW5DGLDLLM94LFWUqk5v68UAH17i44IXu-rCJ9UAq7n0dCVYIHyB5DVBqSN4Kg5l-25jqIYxKm9HFIoDNNbM2b5Py76VGXWU-UkvOLk2haCtyKs7-OM5ZzM5xMjNG2J1iCQxWv34ytkb9weYUJkfeC_9c7E0XCUrtoCg/w284-h640/Jeune%20homme%20nu%20sur%20la%20plage%20naturiste%20par%20Ninou.jpg" width="284" /></span></b></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: red;">Jeune homme nu sur la plage naturiste par Ninou</span></b></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-weight: bold;">Christian :</span></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Nos corps luisaient sous la lune rouquine.<br />
Je m'affairais tel un damné sur sa pine.<br />
Mes frères de couche, nous rejoignirent,<br />
Espérant eux aussi, fermement en jouir.<br />
<br />
Je leur abandonnais le beau morceau.<br />
Ils se jetèrent, qui sur sa queue de taureau,<br />
Qui sur ces couilles lourdes et pendantes,<br />
Et moi, déjà, sur ses fesses bandantes.<br />
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Le damné geignait comme une pucelle.<br />
Je lui ouvris son joli cul de donzelle,<br />
Pour y engouffrer ma bouffarde,<br />
Bien profondément, jusqu'à la garde.<br />
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Jean François :</span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Des frères de couche, je ne savais pas ?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">
Si nous sommes plus de cent sur ce corps-là,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">
Je ne donne pas cher de ses pauvres os.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">
À regarder de tout près, il est très beau.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">
De mignonnes fesses de coquette,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">
Fines veines bleues à sa quéquette,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">
Une toison aussi noire que la nuit,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">
Cris de phoque à damner un Inuit.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">
Le faisant tressauter comme un moineau,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">
Mon compère ne voit rien de mon scénario,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">
Il s'affaire trop après ses arrières,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">
Du coup, je me l'enfourche, tralalère !</span><br />
<br /></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd4R6IGgxCK4krgpqxi6Adx4i2bNCfgOGbZkxdFzzrMM2Z56Jut4m335HWqRbNyVfD9DynF7Ofvf21hy888_XfFxWgFga_4MJMxjzGosBSmdRIJO5ehKKRwULsoanKKbyMP9HTJFqqRLoKAezP4bFXdH1DfvIz6gmNeq97iBO2bZcN7xvzI1zJmxiLHQ/s582/Trois%20hommes%20nus%20%20sur%20la%20plage%20par%20Ninou.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="582" data-original-width="439" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd4R6IGgxCK4krgpqxi6Adx4i2bNCfgOGbZkxdFzzrMM2Z56Jut4m335HWqRbNyVfD9DynF7Ofvf21hy888_XfFxWgFga_4MJMxjzGosBSmdRIJO5ehKKRwULsoanKKbyMP9HTJFqqRLoKAezP4bFXdH1DfvIz6gmNeq97iBO2bZcN7xvzI1zJmxiLHQ/w482-h640/Trois%20hommes%20nus%20%20sur%20la%20plage%20par%20Ninou.JPG" width="482" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><b>Trois hommes nus sur la plage par Ninou</b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">
<br /></span><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-weight: bold;">Christian :</span></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>
Nos gémissements, de contentement,<br />
Déchirent le silence du jour naissant.<br />
Nos corps luisants se mêlent, s'emmêlent,<br />
Nos langues fusionnent, se démêlent.<br />
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Aux bouches rageuses et suceuses,<br />
Phallus furieux et couilles généreuses.<br />
Aux culs altruistes et charitables,<br />
Sexes rudes et raides et redoutables.<br />
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Pour tous, une vraie foire d'empoigne,<br />
Où alternent caresses, et poignes,<br />
Où même les loups se font chiennes,<br />
Pour une fête charnelle et païenne.<br />
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Jean François :</span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">
Soudain, la police a envahi la plage.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">
De nombreuses plaintes d'un homme jaloux,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">
Tous, nous nous sommes retrouvés en cage,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">
Belle bande de débandeurs au trou.</span><br />
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J'ai eu du bol, ce n'était qu'un rêve.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">
Soleil se levait, m'offrant une trêve,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">
D'innombrables délires à tiroirs,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">
La plage était vide de tout espoir.</span><br />
<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">
J'ai eu du cul, ce n'était qu'un rêve.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">
Je fis tout pour que le mât se lève,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">
De mon éphèbe endormi à mes côtés.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">
Je plantais mes canines pour le vider.</span><br />
<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">
Je partis noyer mes pas dans la marée,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">
Je ne vis pas le bellâtre caché,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">
Les pieds dans l'eau salée de la mare.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">
Mouettes ricanant de mes cauchemars.</span><br />
<br /></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5HVREzTtof_ff1htXfOU1kgqCsZXe1IBMRYxT8TLbmFZCEMTkSlLyq0XsUU2H5pBDLtGXr-DjSuX-PJAB8ranAOjcFnZosadpvHg-4JnJaVhzh7cLUHYpnrfeEBzCh8IwaOIKd0cDbMmzI5AYLJ-ID5LU6b2uHSyIHdOwulHrQYJ-K6Gjh9YZeKCgOw/s783/M%C3%A2le%20nu%20sur%20la%20plage%20par%20Katherine%20Grey.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="589" data-original-width="783" height="482" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5HVREzTtof_ff1htXfOU1kgqCsZXe1IBMRYxT8TLbmFZCEMTkSlLyq0XsUU2H5pBDLtGXr-DjSuX-PJAB8ranAOjcFnZosadpvHg-4JnJaVhzh7cLUHYpnrfeEBzCh8IwaOIKd0cDbMmzI5AYLJ-ID5LU6b2uHSyIHdOwulHrQYJ-K6Gjh9YZeKCgOw/w640-h482/M%C3%A2le%20nu%20sur%20la%20plage%20par%20Katherine%20Grey.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><b>Mâle nu sur la plage par Katherine Grey</b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-weight: bold;">Christian :</span></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>
Il était trapu, bâti comme un hercule.<br />
Un cul rond, fait pour qu'on l'encule.<br />
Il offrit à mon regard concupiscent,<br />
Son sexe raide, dressé au firmament.<br />
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J'admirais ses épaules de titan,<br />
Son ventre plat, ses bras puissants.<br />
Je me voyais déjà en haut de l'affiche,<br />
J'étais chaud comme une pouliche.<br />
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Il s'approcha de moi comme un félin,<br />
Je me sentis comme un orphelin.<br />
Déjà, il refermait ses bras sur moi,<br />
Contre mon cul, son sexe en émoi.<br />
<br />
Tendre, dans le cou, il m'embrassa.<br />
D'une main vigoureuse, il me caressa<br />
La croupe, je fondais comme une pucelle,<br />
Pas de doute, il en voulait à ma rondelle.<br />
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Jean-François :</span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>
Il me mit à genoux et m'enfourcha.<br />
Je le sentis sur moi prendre le pas.<br />
Je me mis à bander comme un âne.<br />
Il me branla pour que je me pâme.<br />
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Il éjacula dans toute sa splendeur.<br />
M'inondant de sperme et de sueur.<br />
Je ne voulais pas m'avouer vaincu,<br />
Couché, il se laissa lécher le cul.<br />
</b></span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br />Son trou était étroit pour mon long doigt.<br />Jouissance suprême, je lui dois.<br /> Ma queue fit de même avec respect,<br /> Ce merveilleux jeune, beau en son palais. </b></span><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>
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Christian :</span></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Je m'effondrai comme un cheval mort,<br />
Terrassé par ce sublime effort.<br />
Un instant, je le crus repu et comblé,<br />
C'était sans compter sur sa virilité.<br />
<br />
Entre ses belles cuisses puissantes,<br />
Sa queue s'éveillait déjà vaillante.<br />
À peine, je reprenais conscience,<br />
Qu'elle me fit sentir son impatience.<br />
<br />
D'envahir ma bouche gourmande.<br />
Mon prince reprenait les commandes.<br />
Il l'engouffra dans ma gorge profonde,<br />
Je n'allais pas faire ma pudibonde !</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>À mon ami Jean François De Neck, animateur, acteur, poète, v</b></span><b style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">ictime d'un AVC. </b></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>
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Texte Jean-François de Neck et Christian Bailly</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Tous droits réservés</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>26/02/2016</b></span><br />
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<!--[endif]--></p>Christian BAILLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13778414415690566455noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747037032839474945.post-91236800450405929162023-04-07T15:54:00.003+02:002023-04-13T14:44:33.948+02:00Mendiant de l'amour<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyDYhTWQXuZRjmRPoLmtMoyGBjOnRASvnQRBEOwtnVXH9_T_bVzw70M6A76JQFSJNufnGUl-X__wrF_-LxQp-cO1yp3JFFsKEm2FfO-fyXU4O-a20wQovliXTyyMPEoq_8DdqlW1gpLs6D4JqhNRVoTFhg-GgS6IAk7x-pTu_relYkjHWf1cVUHGBWkA/s908/jean%20cocteau%20dessin.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="908" data-original-width="724" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyDYhTWQXuZRjmRPoLmtMoyGBjOnRASvnQRBEOwtnVXH9_T_bVzw70M6A76JQFSJNufnGUl-X__wrF_-LxQp-cO1yp3JFFsKEm2FfO-fyXU4O-a20wQovliXTyyMPEoq_8DdqlW1gpLs6D4JqhNRVoTFhg-GgS6IAk7x-pTu_relYkjHWf1cVUHGBWkA/w510-h640/jean%20cocteau%20dessin.jpg" width="510" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b>Je suis le mendiant de ton amour,</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">J'erre dans les rues, vers ton cœur,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">A la recherche de ses sentiments,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Qui combleront mon cœur esseulé.</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Là, à la porte de ton âme généreuse,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">J'attendrai nuit et jour l'aumône</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">D'un baiser ou encore d'une caresse.</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Peut importe le temps qui passe,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">J'attendrai que tu me donnes la main,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Pour m'emporter dans ton palais</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">De cristal, celui de ton amour éthéré.</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzlmrV7ipgQI90Ko8-C3_Bi9k-Lrz1R6dj5ZsHTQ4kX12UxqLd-EkPQRT7YOJ_kcrpTX7jYkVjmzIk_9e5ZCvrsVmCAmSLT-lYG3HQYRwx-i8102rijukJdWQOrRkwrSlGuY0MM0epMvxlljkFIhSN4xyedFU4cDyVr-k7-CNE_UGRQawsKeAxo-Sl1w/s467/Baiser%20par%20Jean%20Cocteau%202a.jpg" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="339" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzlmrV7ipgQI90Ko8-C3_Bi9k-Lrz1R6dj5ZsHTQ4kX12UxqLd-EkPQRT7YOJ_kcrpTX7jYkVjmzIk_9e5ZCvrsVmCAmSLT-lYG3HQYRwx-i8102rijukJdWQOrRkwrSlGuY0MM0epMvxlljkFIhSN4xyedFU4cDyVr-k7-CNE_UGRQawsKeAxo-Sl1w/w464-h640/Baiser%20par%20Jean%20Cocteau%202a.jpg" width="464" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Je suis le mendiant de ton amour,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Ô. Laisse-moi mendier dans tes yeux,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Les reflets de ton cœur charitable.</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Je veux baiser la rose de ta bouche,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Elle sera le pain de tous mes jours,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Laisse-moi ramasser sur ton corps,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Les miettes du temps passé,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Elles nourriront mes futurs désirs,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Elles combleront mes faims d'antan,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Celles que je n'ai jamais pu combler,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Avant de te trouver dans mon errance.</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSK83te0fcvlGBG3AnY_WuMvyILPgPcwdpD_x3A1fP81KtFW-OfWMYjC9p4lUY_JdHqv4tHO7nWfqOyL78jxPUUJAcopImMRa9jdNiHM31aeWvcLLqDyhTWF0wvQdzBocM6CpONQspIvoUkXQCog1RByeGn9tkvuLmx8AzGOyEbktzxETZP4fKGdr7gQ/s451/xxxx%20Jean%20Cocteau%202.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="329" data-original-width="451" height="466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSK83te0fcvlGBG3AnY_WuMvyILPgPcwdpD_x3A1fP81KtFW-OfWMYjC9p4lUY_JdHqv4tHO7nWfqOyL78jxPUUJAcopImMRa9jdNiHM31aeWvcLLqDyhTWF0wvQdzBocM6CpONQspIvoUkXQCog1RByeGn9tkvuLmx8AzGOyEbktzxETZP4fKGdr7gQ/w640-h466/xxxx%20Jean%20Cocteau%202.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Je suis le mendiant de ton amour,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Ma vie à parcourir la terre entière,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">À croiser des âmes aussi déshéritées,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Des chairs déchiquetées par l'amour,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Et leurs désirs interdits et secrets.</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">J'ai vagabondé, cherché la richesse,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Sur des corps d'âmes misérables,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Je n'ai trouvé que la sécheresse,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Le plaisir pour trois francs six sous.</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Un jour à pleurer, un jour à rire,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Un jour ardent, un jour à grelotter,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">C'était toute ma vie de mendiant.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV6O_SCNN6tmUqRmExy7_6W38UEoLDmJ8EtqKuGwGHn-5Rdho72-7LNi9aRb87bR77BADZ9dl8hUj-Uhs5eQfTtMvaba_6LMTrBbn0MD54-LrNPEB5IqyZfYeq_mY1H0FIB5mG9Im5_0jYF430r5gCS5cLjIYPdDvlxTZN_89ntXU-FlUPT0fv7NTFow/s550/Jean%20Cocteau5.jpg" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="550" height="372" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV6O_SCNN6tmUqRmExy7_6W38UEoLDmJ8EtqKuGwGHn-5Rdho72-7LNi9aRb87bR77BADZ9dl8hUj-Uhs5eQfTtMvaba_6LMTrBbn0MD54-LrNPEB5IqyZfYeq_mY1H0FIB5mG9Im5_0jYF430r5gCS5cLjIYPdDvlxTZN_89ntXU-FlUPT0fv7NTFow/w640-h372/Jean%20Cocteau5.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Je suis le mendiant de ton amour,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Toi mon chevalier, mon bon prince,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Tu es le souverain de mon cœur,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">J'ai abandonné tous mes haillons,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Là où tu m'as trouvé, l'âme brisée.</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Tu as revêtu mon cœur de lumière,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Au fond de mes yeux humides,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Tu as déposé des milliers d'étoiles,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Tu as habillé mon ciel gris d'azur,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Tu as tracé mon nouveau chemin,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Dans ton jardin d'amour éternel.</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGs7zSTf0u5B61Ug9-Gt3mabtDvbe7I5Kb1zv-WWXFxtoJXA8xUlmA2dHcL480n4wQRA3SUi2zKa10OMpI0FI_wEXU4OkqI-QnbCaBQkzG02mrn-gD3t5D3MzIRpPdZPIaFfer09lrwtRd-KoxV_S-3g9hL_5tA5YHmMdc7Ij4yCeO1ong73rp6cr6Dg/s1024/Jean%20Cocteau.%20Homodesiribus.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="738" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGs7zSTf0u5B61Ug9-Gt3mabtDvbe7I5Kb1zv-WWXFxtoJXA8xUlmA2dHcL480n4wQRA3SUi2zKa10OMpI0FI_wEXU4OkqI-QnbCaBQkzG02mrn-gD3t5D3MzIRpPdZPIaFfer09lrwtRd-KoxV_S-3g9hL_5tA5YHmMdc7Ij4yCeO1ong73rp6cr6Dg/w462-h640/Jean%20Cocteau.%20Homodesiribus.jpg" width="462" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Je suis le mendiant de ton amour,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Laisse-moi boire à tes lèvres,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Le miel de ton amour,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">L'hydromel de tes désirs.</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Je t'aimerai toujours…</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioRSttQGUnCsmtL0ExowTwLywrxjJnsbToqvPcA9zIdr0_3q-NuFdYgjn9Yt7rJhzcqAU-37qxYH0LoC01Va_T6vqobBF390Ix7OhaPI0VV4WgFXj4JdhV8vtzcB6DeJRm2HAg-OSYG9Tao3BChMPCu_5JN30-s7mmh5a2uvYiSpd2EcJ0NHi4GkzGmg/s295/jean%20cocteau%20dessin%20%205.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="295" data-original-width="236" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioRSttQGUnCsmtL0ExowTwLywrxjJnsbToqvPcA9zIdr0_3q-NuFdYgjn9Yt7rJhzcqAU-37qxYH0LoC01Va_T6vqobBF390Ix7OhaPI0VV4WgFXj4JdhV8vtzcB6DeJRm2HAg-OSYG9Tao3BChMPCu_5JN30-s7mmh5a2uvYiSpd2EcJ0NHi4GkzGmg/w512-h640/jean%20cocteau%20dessin%20%205.jpg" width="512" /></a></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Christian Bailly</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Tous droits réservés </b></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><b>18/11/2016</b></div></b></span></div></div>Christian BAILLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13778414415690566455noreply@blogger.com0