tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25643331442170959182011-04-21T16:02:29.219-04:00L'avenir appartient à ceux qui rêvent trop. -Grand corps maladecнrιsτιnεhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00568623818161741883noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564333144217095918.post-42764472621221658792008-01-22T11:46:00.001-05:002008-01-22T11:46:50.241-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SkAfzbCw4c0/R5Yd5EU-wwI/AAAAAAAAABI/qZ8luCLgFd8/s1600-h/but+my+dreams.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SkAfzbCw4c0/R5Yd5EU-wwI/AAAAAAAAABI/qZ8luCLgFd8/s400/but+my+dreams.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158343289450971906" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564333144217095918-4276447262122165879?l=tantquilyauradesetoiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cнrιsτιnεhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00568623818161741883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564333144217095918.post-46325220229894372752008-01-22T11:43:00.000-05:002008-01-22T11:45:59.304-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SkAfzbCw4c0/R5YdqkU-wvI/AAAAAAAAABA/amH3fk7GHEs/s1600-h/Smile%21.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SkAfzbCw4c0/R5YdqkU-wvI/AAAAAAAAABA/amH3fk7GHEs/s320/Smile%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158343040342868722" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;">I am not gonna make it<br />I can see the crowd around me<br />Is getting bigger and as it is<br />I'm trying to figure out<br />Why I feel so isolated<br /><br />I have my friends<br />But don't have much time for them<br />I have my house<br />A tiny pocket in my luggage<br />I have my boyfriend<br />But he's also so tired of listening to me<br /><br />Every single day<br />Seems like a moountain to climb<br />Every single word<br />It takes all my strength to get it out<br />I'm tired of talking about me<br />But in fact, it's the only thing<br />I get a grip on<br /><br />I feel like I'm not gonna make it<br />I really feel like I'm not gonna make it<br />But it might be the best thing<br />That ever happened to me, so now<br /><br />Hey little girl keep on smiling!!<br />Cause they don't want to hear you complaining<br />Youre a lucky girl<br />Your life's so exciting<br />So I'll keep on making bad jokes<br />cause you think I'm strong<br />&amp; it might be the way you like it<br />Oh how I need you to like me...<br /><br />I have tried as hard as I can<br /><br />I have tried to go through 9 to 5<br />But I was like a train<br />Between work and bars<br />Never found out what I was travelling for<br /><br />Now I have my car<br />But I ain't got no safe place to go<br />I still hold my drink<br />But I'm not as thirsty as before<br /><br />I have my voice<br />But I heard lately that people<br />Don't want to hear sad songs<br /><br />Every single place<br />It's all the same to me<br />Every single face<br />I know it will be replaced<br />By anoyher smiley one<br />Who will also be left soon<br /><br />Somewhere behind<br />I feel like I'm not gonna make it<br />I really feel like I'm not gonna make it<br />But it might be the best thing<br />That ever happened to me, so now<br /><br />Hey little girl keep on smiling!!<br />Cause they don't want to hear you complaining<br />Youre a lucky girl<br />Your life's so exciting<br />So I'll keep on making bad jokes<br />cause you think I'm strong<br />&amp; it might be the way you like it<br />Oh how I need you to like me...<br /><br /><br />Please now just don't count on me<br />I can't handle it anymore<br /><br />&amp; don't ask me why<br />If you don't want me to lie<br /><br />But don't be alarmed<br />Don't you see that I'm just down<br />Just don't worry soon<br />I'll be back on the tracks<br /><br />Smiiiliiiiing!!<br />Cause I'll get tired of complaining<br />I'm a lucky girl<br />&amp; I'm doing exactly what I wanted<br />So I'll keep on making bad jokes<br />Cause I need to be strong<br />It might be my only chance to get out of it<br />&amp; now I really need to make it !!!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564333144217095918-4632522022989437275?l=tantquilyauradesetoiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cнrιsτιnεhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00568623818161741883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564333144217095918.post-58504894756934305072008-01-21T11:38:00.000-05:002008-01-21T11:46:25.610-05:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SkAfzbCw4c0/R5TMB0U-wuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/soa5NEd4xcg/s1600-h/et+elle+tourne.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157971804844638946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SkAfzbCw4c0/R5TMB0U-wuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/soa5NEd4xcg/s320/et+elle+tourne.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Un pied, un autre et elle tourne.</div><div align="center">Cambrée vers l'arrière</div><div align="center">La tête au sol, et elle tourne, encore.</div><div align="center">Écartée, pliée, repliée, emmêlée, nouée.</div><div align="center">Un applaudissement, deux, trois</div><div align="center">Tout le monde s'y met.</div><div align="center">Dépliée, dénouée,</div><div align="center">Salut.</div><div align="center">Un pied, une main</div><div align="center">Une exclamation générale.</div><div align="center">Étirée, désarticulée,</div><div align="center">caoutchoutée.</div><div align="center">Un pied dans un main.</div><div align="center">Un pied derrière la tête.</div><div align="center">Un pied</div><div align="center">Qui a beaucoup voyagé.</div><div align="center">De village en village</div><div align="center">Toujours les mêmes pirouettes,</div><div align="center">Toujours les mêmes galipettes.</div><div align="center">Rotations, dislocations,</div><div align="center">Banales.</div><div align="center">Village après village.</div><div align="center">Un pied un autre, un pied, un autre</div><div align="center">Une marche infinie vers l'inconnu.</div><div align="center">Tout ce que l'on sait </div><div align="center">C'est qu'il y aura toujours un pied</div><div align="center">Un autre, et</div><div align="center">Tout tourne.</div><div align="center">Tout tourne.</div><div align="center">Tout tourne.</div><div align="center">Universellement, une roue, une vie</div><div align="center">Une contorsion banale</div><div align="center">Banale.</div><div align="center">Jour après jour, village après village.</div><div align="center">Elle y retourne.</div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;">-C.R./2007</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564333144217095918-5850489475693430507?l=tantquilyauradesetoiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cнrιsτιnεhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00568623818161741883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564333144217095918.post-35069170532904397722008-01-20T14:22:00.000-05:002008-01-20T14:30:07.062-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SkAfzbCw4c0/R5OhNEU-wtI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Mv7BP7NCsZs/s1600-h/100+milles.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SkAfzbCw4c0/R5OhNEU-wtI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Mv7BP7NCsZs/s320/100+milles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157643244141462226" border="0" /></a><br />Ce matin, j'ai passé 5 minutes à chercher mes clés. Je les ai trouvées *<br />Il y a quelques mois, je cherchais l'amour. Je l'ai trouvé *<br />Il y a un an, je cherchais une carrière. Je l'ai trouvée *<br />Il y a deux ans, je me cherchais. Je me suis trouvée *<br /><br />*Lorsque j'ai arrêté de chercher.<br /><br />Pourquoi chercher à tout chercher lorsque c'est quand on s'en attend le moins que les belles choses nous tombent dessus ?<br /><br />Quelqu'un m'a dit: La vie se vit à 100 milles à l'heure non?<br /><br />Right! Alors pourquoi diminuer la vitesse et risquer de perdre notre si précieux temps à chercher?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564333144217095918-3506917053290439772?l=tantquilyauradesetoiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cнrιsτιnεhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00568623818161741883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564333144217095918.post-21646313338632358362008-01-20T14:10:00.000-05:002008-01-20T14:21:43.321-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SkAfzbCw4c0/R5OfP0U-wsI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZR37VJF8pj8/s1600-h/butsometimes.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SkAfzbCw4c0/R5OfP0U-wsI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZR37VJF8pj8/s400/butsometimes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157641092362846914" border="0" /></a><br />"At this moment there are 6470818671 people in the world, some are running scared, some are coming home, some tell lies to make it through the day, others are just not facing the truth, some are evil men at war with good, and some are good struggling with evil, sixs billion people in the world, six billion souls, and sometimes, all you need is one"<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />-Peyton Elizabeth Sawyer aka mon gros côté fifille</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564333144217095918-2164631333863235836?l=tantquilyauradesetoiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cнrιsτιnεhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00568623818161741883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564333144217095918.post-53761057641898728782008-01-20T10:55:00.000-05:002008-01-20T11:06:33.797-05:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SkAfzbCw4c0/R5Nw9UU-wqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fy_IQzC1Qys/s1600-h/%C3%A9toiles.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157590197000389282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SkAfzbCw4c0/R5Nw9UU-wqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fy_IQzC1Qys/s320/%C3%A9toiles.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Aujourd'hui la fumée d'incendie a jauni le ciel et rougi le soleil Les étoiles du nord nous rappellent la mort et tu m'appelles encore Tu dormais sur le banc tandis que je conduisais et j'espère ne jamais arriver </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Regarde, les étoiles! </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Tant qu'il y aura des étoiles sur le bord de la route nous devrons nous arrêter Tant qu'il y aura des rivières nous pourrons nous baigner Et tant qu'il y aura le feu nous irons peu a peu, été comme hiver </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Vagabond, millionnaire, amoureux, ziliardaire, </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Vagabond, millionnaire, amoureux... </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Le temps passe et un jour on est vieux et puis seul et rien ne reste plus que la fierté d'avoir aimé correctement Ou la honte ou les tourments de ne pas avoir compris à temps, attend j'ai quelque chose à te dire </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Tant qu'il y aura des étoiles sur le bord de la route nous pourrons nous arrêter Tant qu'il y aura des rivières nous pourrons nous baigner Et que plus jamais rien ne redoute d'autre destin que celui du doute Jamais je n'oublierai les étoiles sur la route de Toronto Et ce jour sur cette plage du lac Ontario </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Millionnaire, amoureux, ziliardaire...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Vagabond, millionnaire, amoureux!</span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;">-JeanLeloup aka Inspiration par excellence.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564333144217095918-5376105764189872878?l=tantquilyauradesetoiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cнrιsτιnεhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00568623818161741883noreply@blogger.com0