tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212503022024-03-14T02:18:05.353+00:00LiLi's by colorlilicolor lilihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13519911999998416911noreply@blogger.comBlogger74125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21250302.post-56134632015517040952009-12-30T18:21:00.004+00:002010-01-01T15:02:51.349+00:00Bonne année 2010 !<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/SzuamgKxpYI/AAAAAAAAA94/LIxtJaGgIEc/s1600-h/DSCN4885-w.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/SzuamgKxpYI/AAAAAAAAA94/LIxtJaGgIEc/s400/DSCN4885-w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421096562731361666" border="0"></a><font size="3"><span class="txtC40 B14">Les bonnes résolutions ne gagnent pas à être différées…<br />Mais je n'ai pas encore finie ma liste!<br /><br /></span></font>color lilihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13519911999998416911noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21250302.post-43441224248097382222009-09-15T12:07:00.007+00:002009-09-15T12:11:51.584+00:00Buenos Aires en el bolsilloPetits bouts de Buenos Aires dans mon sac.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/Sq-ENrUjxCI/AAAAAAAAA9g/r4ssy1nYyIU/s1600-h/IMG_9728.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/Sq-ENrUjxCI/AAAAAAAAA9g/r4ssy1nYyIU/s200/IMG_9728.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381665450233152546" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/Sq-EE9chsvI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/R-7fbx-iMyk/s1600-h/IMG_9726.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/Sq-EE9chsvI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/R-7fbx-iMyk/s200/IMG_9726.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381665300479587058" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/Sq-D_Ff5w_I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/rwMEJLehf9Y/s1600-h/IMG_9725.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/Sq-D_Ff5w_I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/rwMEJLehf9Y/s200/IMG_9725.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381665199562015730" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/Sq-D5X5SF5I/AAAAAAAAA9I/V6KjTJTlHL8/s1600-h/IMG_9723.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/Sq-D5X5SF5I/AAAAAAAAA9I/V6KjTJTlHL8/s200/IMG_9723.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381665101421090706" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/Sq-D0vscJBI/AAAAAAAAA9A/2sx5klQwh7w/s1600-h/IMG_9722.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/Sq-D0vscJBI/AAAAAAAAA9A/2sx5klQwh7w/s200/IMG_9722.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381665021910328338" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/Sq-DwrZfw_I/AAAAAAAAA84/L096m4CaGpg/s1600-h/IMG_9721.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/Sq-DwrZfw_I/AAAAAAAAA84/L096m4CaGpg/s200/IMG_9721.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381664952037655538" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/Sq-DsaD6giI/AAAAAAAAA8w/TrlFDjPoA0c/s1600-h/IMG_9720.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/Sq-DsaD6giI/AAAAAAAAA8w/TrlFDjPoA0c/s200/IMG_9720.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381664878664253986" /></a>color lilihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13519911999998416911noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21250302.post-38922104193577327522009-07-01T14:06:00.001+00:002009-07-01T14:07:43.953+00:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/Skttq5kE2_I/AAAAAAAAA8o/6ts1yj_sLHI/s1600-h/DSC_7423-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/Skttq5kE2_I/AAAAAAAAA8o/6ts1yj_sLHI/s400/DSC_7423-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353493165834034162" /></a>color lilihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13519911999998416911noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21250302.post-86064231220464182492009-05-28T11:18:00.006+00:002009-07-01T13:52:52.178+00:00Ivana Carmin<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/Sh51XvL9daI/AAAAAAAAA8I/esa9sXVrQHE/s1600-h/ivana-carmin.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/Sh51XvL9daI/AAAAAAAAA8I/esa9sXVrQHE/s320/ivana-carmin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340835258772059554" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/Sh51UO3fB9I/AAAAAAAAA8A/jeHEENROrVM/s1600-h/ivana-carmin1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/Sh51UO3fB9I/AAAAAAAAA8A/jeHEENROrVM/s400/ivana-carmin1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340835198556637138" /></a>color lilihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13519911999998416911noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21250302.post-23792260277785653872009-05-01T18:43:00.003+00:002009-05-01T18:44:41.468+00:003 piezas de Bcn #2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/SftDCUbYV4I/AAAAAAAAA5o/3diTb5KfLHM/s1600-h/bcn2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/SftDCUbYV4I/AAAAAAAAA5o/3diTb5KfLHM/s320/bcn2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330928291045463938" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/SftC9Gj8kvI/AAAAAAAAA5g/F5co1tLtWAg/s1600-h/bcn4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/SftC9Gj8kvI/AAAAAAAAA5g/F5co1tLtWAg/s320/bcn4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330928201423950578" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/SftC59r4vKI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/guHJCdA5N3E/s1600-h/bcn1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/SftC59r4vKI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/guHJCdA5N3E/s320/bcn1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330928147501726882" /></a>color lilihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13519911999998416911noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21250302.post-56690198927884374682009-04-14T08:42:00.011+00:002009-04-14T15:26:31.250+00:00poissons volants<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/SeSQxLfj2HI/AAAAAAAAA4g/n7dyfIiluQM/s1600-h/poissonsvolants.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/SeSQxLfj2HI/AAAAAAAAA4g/n7dyfIiluQM/s400/poissonsvolants.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324539834031921266" /></a> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/SeSRvWseEMI/AAAAAAAAA4o/yhPHsyfYSXA/s1600-h/Sailfin_flyingfish.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/SeSRvWseEMI/AAAAAAAAA4o/yhPHsyfYSXA/s320/Sailfin_flyingfish.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324540902190747842" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/SeSlXQV5FTI/AAAAAAAAA4w/Ax5v4XTUfA4/s1600-h/Poisson+volant+constel.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/SeSlXQV5FTI/AAAAAAAAA4w/Ax5v4XTUfA4/s320/Poisson+volant+constel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324562478401131826" /></a> Rêver de la constellation du Poisson volant (petite constellation de l’hémisphère sud, au sud de la Carène) et des étoiles Volantis…<br /><br />...............................................<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Soñar con la constelacion del pez volador (pequeña constelacion del hemisferio sud) y de las estrellas Volantis…</span>color lilihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13519911999998416911noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21250302.post-5385453512308273742009-04-10T09:21:00.008+00:002009-04-10T13:45:58.177+00:00las jaras<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/Sd8PtlqJ3UI/AAAAAAAAA4I/M4zHJ4Neefo/s1600-h/cuaderno_page1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/Sd8PtlqJ3UI/AAAAAAAAA4I/M4zHJ4Neefo/s400/cuaderno_page1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322990560452664642" /></a><br />Victor Hugo écrivait que les mots sont des vases. Des vases qui contiennent la pensée. Est-il possible d'explorer tous ce que les mots recèlent de souvenirs ?<br />.....................................................<br /><br />Victor Hugo escribio que las palabras son como jaras. Las jaras guardan los pensamientos.<br />Es possible explorar todo lo que las palabras contienen de recuerdos ?color lilihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13519911999998416911noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21250302.post-14688206471817506542009-03-31T13:36:00.000+00:002009-03-31T13:37:44.195+00:00bandéoniste<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/SdIchmu3DqI/AAAAAAAAA3g/TtKU4VbFWRU/s1600-h/IMG_8479.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/SdIchmu3DqI/AAAAAAAAA3g/TtKU4VbFWRU/s400/IMG_8479.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319345473536331426" /></a>color lilihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13519911999998416911noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21250302.post-54052532145019258762009-03-15T20:48:00.033+00:002009-03-16T13:53:08.972+00:00cheng-feng (attaque frontale)*<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/Sb17uSu6rNI/AAAAAAAAA24/GHHwCf_cAcc/s1600-h/ASanchez_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/Sb17uSu6rNI/AAAAAAAAA24/GHHwCf_cAcc/s400/ASanchez_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313539170599873746" /></a><br />Suite à la réalisation de la pochette du disque de <a href="http://www.myspace.com/gabrielsivak"> Gabriel </a></li> et pour la prochaine présentation en public, je réalise des kakémonos qui serviront de fond de scène.<br />.................................................<br />Acabando la creacion de la tapa del nuevo disco de <a href="http://www.myspace.com/gabrielsivak"> Gabriel </a></li>, y para la proxima presentacion en publico, estoy realizando "kakemono" que serviran de tela de fondo al espectaculo.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/Sb18T1CBYKI/AAAAAAAAA3A/s_dAkpbP8aQ/s1600-h/ASanchez_3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/Sb18T1CBYKI/AAAAAAAAA3A/s_dAkpbP8aQ/s400/ASanchez_3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313539815461970082" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/Sb18dAlc4NI/AAAAAAAAA3I/iLwa6a3Ie1k/s1600-h/ASanchez_5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/Sb18dAlc4NI/AAAAAAAAA3I/iLwa6a3Ie1k/s400/ASanchez_5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313539973182185682" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/Sb18mqOONaI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/O8mfBALphkM/s1600-h/ASanchez_4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/Sb18mqOONaI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/O8mfBALphkM/s400/ASanchez_4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313540138977867170" /></a><br />je tente de faire danser l'encre sur 10 mètres de papier. Une création (musicale) en invite une autre (gestuelle et visuelle). <br /><br />"Je parle avec ma main, tu écoutes avec tes yeux…"<br />Shih-t'ao<br />.................................................<br />Trato de hacer bailar la tinta sobre los 10 metros de papel. Una creacion (musical) invita a otra (gestual y visual).<br /><br />"Hablo con mis manos, escuchas con tus ojos…"<br />Shih-t'ao<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/Sb4vNycUfSI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/RBU9eG2BxLA/s1600-h/ASanchez_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/Sb4vNycUfSI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/RBU9eG2BxLA/s320/ASanchez_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313736524269124898" /></a>color lilihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13519911999998416911noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21250302.post-85525624648477533202009-03-12T21:44:00.005+00:002009-03-12T21:56:15.915+00:003 piezas de Bcn<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/SbmDdl_W0HI/AAAAAAAAA1w/kXpdyXd_l5c/s1600-h/pension.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/SbmDdl_W0HI/AAAAAAAAA1w/kXpdyXd_l5c/s320/pension.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312421779897503858" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/SbmDJlpv-vI/AAAAAAAAA1o/7Q4dGnsdIrI/s1600-h/cafe.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/SbmDJlpv-vI/AAAAAAAAA1o/7Q4dGnsdIrI/s320/cafe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312421436209494770" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/SbmCbDk-S9I/AAAAAAAAA1g/hp3ZGZwQBCU/s1600-h/baldosa1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/SbmCbDk-S9I/AAAAAAAAA1g/hp3ZGZwQBCU/s320/baldosa1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312420636788673490" /></a>color lilihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13519911999998416911noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21250302.post-20236083170735399692009-03-04T18:46:00.005+00:002009-03-04T18:52:06.622+00:00Bcn<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/Sa7NxNh8NCI/AAAAAAAAA04/Mky-4MhjhPg/s1600-h/baldosas.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/Sa7NxNh8NCI/AAAAAAAAA04/Mky-4MhjhPg/s320/baldosas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309407256045696034" /></a><br />Si me recuerdo bien, las baldosas eran de color rosa piel.<br />Pronto en barcelona!color lilihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13519911999998416911noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21250302.post-59873896370309759532009-02-23T16:05:00.004+00:002009-02-23T16:34:43.288+00:00la myopie<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/SaLJ58yMPpI/AAAAAAAAA0o/XyNqUrBWeus/s1600-h/myopie.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/SaLJ58yMPpI/AAAAAAAAA0o/XyNqUrBWeus/s400/myopie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306025308402237074" /></a> « […] C’était un homme grand aux traits imprécis. Peut-être est-ce ma myopie qui me fit voir de la sorte »<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Le livre de sable</span> - J.L. Borges<br />.......................................................................<br />" […] Era un hombre alto, de rasgos desdibujados. Acaso mi miopía los vio así."<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">El libro de arena</span> - Jorge Luis Borgescolor lilihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13519911999998416911noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21250302.post-71301869835519606312009-02-16T16:16:00.006+00:002009-02-16T16:49:25.166+00:00le trapeze<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/SZmXYIfZlYI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/b830pOfAKss/s1600-h/trapeze.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/SZmXYIfZlYI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/b830pOfAKss/s400/trapeze.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303436477057308034" /></a> <span style="font-weight:bold;">… Que nada es verdad<br />Ay que vivir el momento feliz…</span><br />Arsenio Rodriguez, <span style="font-style:italic;">La vida es un sueño</span><br /><br />Si la felicidad fuese como balancearse en el trapecio de la vida sin pensar en la caida…<br />Pensar al cielo, ir mas arriba, el vertigo es mentira.<br />.................................................<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">… Rien n'est vrai<br />il faut vivre le présent heureux…</span><br />Et si le bonheur était de se balancer sur le trapèze de le vie sans penser à la chute… Songer au ciel, aller plus haut, le vertige n'est qu'une illusion.color lilihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13519911999998416911noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21250302.post-70057131006537585652009-02-07T20:00:00.008+00:002009-02-08T12:23:01.260+00:00Par-delà la fenêtre<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/SYrowrKVchI/AAAAAAAAA0A/HDQQobcx0uI/s1600-h/jardin.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/SYrowrKVchI/AAAAAAAAA0A/HDQQobcx0uI/s400/jardin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299303834472247826" /></a><span style="font-weight:bold;">[…] Ce jardin de l'autre côté de la fenêtre, je n'en vois que les murs […] Albert Camus (<span style="font-style:italic;">L'envers et l'endroit</span>)</span><br /><br />Comme un chat en cage, je regarde le mur en espérant voir plus loin et rêve de me voir pousser des ailes pour aller regarder, derrière, le jardin dont j'entrevoie les petites feuilles pleines de promesses. <br />"Un paradis derrière le mur" ou l'imagination qui me tient les jours de pluie.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Como una gato en jaula, miro la pared esperando ver mas lejos y sueño que me crecen alas para ir detras, al jardin, en el cual adivino las pequeñas hojas llenas de promesas. <br />"Un paraiso detras de la pared" o la imaginacion que me cuida los dias de lluvia.</span>color lilihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13519911999998416911noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21250302.post-39003397281878361322009-02-04T16:45:00.013+00:002009-02-08T12:11:53.177+00:00Une fleur, vous dites ?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/SYnHoOUlTJI/AAAAAAAAAz4/hG17FPbQ3KY/s1600-h/vissee.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 201px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/SYnHoOUlTJI/AAAAAAAAAz4/hG17FPbQ3KY/s400/vissee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298985930431220882" /></a> <span style="font-weight:bold;">[…] « Vissée comme une fleur à la boutonnière du matin » […] Tristan Tzara (<span style="font-style:italic;">L'homme approximatif</span>)</span><br /><br />À toutes celles qui n'arrivent pas à se réveiller comme un bouton de fleur au petit matin… Ne nous laissons pas effeuiller, je souhaite que cette journée distille nos plus jolies couleurs…<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">A todas las chicas que no llegan a despertarse temprano a la mañana, como una flor en boton… No nos dejemos deshojar, os deseo un dia en el cual se destilen nuestros mas lindos colores…</span>color lilihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13519911999998416911noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21250302.post-77643805726985243742009-01-14T21:39:00.004+00:002009-01-14T21:47:16.607+00:00Locuras<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/SW5cTEnmxmI/AAAAAAAAAzA/xwx_CBgL70U/s1600-h/sinohicieralocuras2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 113px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/SW5cTEnmxmI/AAAAAAAAAzA/xwx_CBgL70U/s400/sinohicieralocuras2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291268094934042210" /></a><br />Il n'est jamais trop tard pour faire des folies… <a href="http://www.sinohicieralocuras.blogspot.com/"> (quelques folies ) </a></li><br />.................................................<br />Nunca es tarde para retomar locuras<br />Por aqui van <a href="http://www.sinohicieralocuras.blogspot.com/"> las locuras del mes </a></li>color lilihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13519911999998416911noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21250302.post-19408578697374336932009-01-01T00:27:00.019+00:002009-04-11T14:28:26.782+00:00Correspondance #2- Paris, 1948<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/SVznk7aqRII/AAAAAAAAAyY/2byILhMDu3E/s1600-h/01-01-1948.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/SVznk7aqRII/AAAAAAAAAyY/2byILhMDu3E/s400/01-01-1948.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286354684236940418" /></a><br />{collection de correspondances #2}<br /><br />Ce même jour, il y a quelques années, M. Fellatre (129, rue Marcadet, Paris 18e) écrivait…<br /><br />Chère Madame,<br />Peut-être vous croirez-vous tombée dans l'oubli, il n'en est rien. Rassurez-vous. Nous n'oublions aucun de nos amis Nemouriens. Des liens trop profonds nous y unissent. Cependant cela n'empêche pas que le temps manque et que les journées ne restent trop courtes. Avant toute chose, nous sommes heureux de vous présenter tous nos voeux pour une nouvelle année. Nous vous espérons en bonne santé.<br />Pour nous, la vie continue, non sans joies, mais non sans peines non plus.<br />Recevez l'expression de nos plus chaleureuses amitiés.<br />............................................................<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Señora,<br />Tal vez usted pensaba haber caido en el olvido, nada de eso. tranquilìcese. No nos olvidamos de los amigos de Nemours. Una amistad muy profunda nos une. Sin embargo, nos falta tiempo y los días siguen siendo demasiado cortos. <br />Antes de todo, queremos presentarle nuestros mejores deseos para el año nuevo y que gocen de buena salud.<br />Para nosotros, la vida sigue, no sin alegría, tampoco sin penas.<br />Reciban la expresión de nuestra más cálida amistad.</span><br />------------------------------------------------------------<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Bonne année à tous! - <span style="font-style:italic;">Feliz año para todos!</span></span><br /><br />^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^<br />Les hasards de l'Histoire <span style="font-style:italic;">Por las casualidades de la Historia…</span><br />Entre 1942 et 1944, au 127-129 rue Marcadet, un pasteur accueille et évacue par la gare du Nord les enfants juifs durant la guerre. cent trente-cinq personnes dont quatre-vingt-sept enfants sont ainsi sauvé.<br /><br />^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^color lilihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13519911999998416911noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21250302.post-37584932186281127992008-12-28T13:45:00.004+00:002008-12-28T14:12:45.360+00:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/SVeGSqm0hyI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/pQLjVwJBKSI/s1600-h/noel08.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 346px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/SVeGSqm0hyI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/pQLjVwJBKSI/s400/noel08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284840342975448866" /></a><br />Boîte ouverte<br />les photos de famille<br />entremêléescolor lilihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13519911999998416911noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21250302.post-42192750049612407882008-12-01T20:42:00.007+00:002009-01-01T16:02:57.522+00:00Bosques imaginarios<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/SVzpJpSc8kI/AAAAAAAAAyg/IsUhYtcZCsk/s1600-h/IMG_7767.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/SVzpJpSc8kI/AAAAAAAAAyg/IsUhYtcZCsk/s400/IMG_7767.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286356414537462338" /></a> Tout le monde sait que dans les bois imaginaires existent des créatures, chacun accueille les siennes. Je ne concevais pas leur existence jusqu'à ce matin où mes rêves ont croisé pendant quelques minutes mon réveil.<br />................................................<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Todo el mundo sabe que adentro de los bosques imaginarios existen creaturas, cada uno acoge las suyas. No creia en su existencia hasta que esa mañana, mis sueños hayan cruzado durante unos minutos mi despertar.</span>color lilihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13519911999998416911noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21250302.post-19848695350241701102008-11-27T08:00:00.007+00:002009-01-01T16:05:36.014+00:00correspondance #1 - mexico, 1937<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/SVzpuIRTfTI/AAAAAAAAAyo/2f4e4fkMrWs/s1600-h/truphemus.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/SVzpuIRTfTI/AAAAAAAAAyo/2f4e4fkMrWs/s400/truphemus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286357041329438002" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">El 27 de noviembre de 1937, el Dr. Raul F. Mares escribio…</span><br />------------------------------<br />Mexico, D.F. 27 noviembre 1937<br /><br />To :<br />Mr.R. Truphémus<br />Director de "Fusion"<br />Saumur<br />France.<br /><br />Muy señor mío,<br />Me permito informar a usted que hasta la fecha no he recibido el número de la revista "fusion", correspondiente al 15 de octubre que es donde debería aparecer mi nombre por primera vez. Les suplico ver si por una omision no me fue enviada o no ha salido aún.<br />Tambien les ruego tomar nota de mi cambio de direccion.<br />Sin otro particular me repito de uds. como siempre.<br />Su Atto. y S.S.,<br />Dr. Raul F. Mares<br />------------------------------------<br /><br />Le 27 novembre 1937, le Dr. Raul F. Mares a écrit…<br />{<span style="font-style:italic;">Cher Monsieur,<br />Je me permets de vous informer que je n'ai toujours pas reçu le numéro de la revue "Fusion" du 15 octobre, dans laquelle devrait figurer mon nom pour la première fois. Je vous prie de bien vouloir regarder s'il s'agit d'une omission ou bien s'il n'est pas encore parti. Aussi, veuillez prendre note de mon changement d'adresse.<br />Bien cordialement,<br />Dr Raul F. Mares</span>}<br />........................................................................color lilihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13519911999998416911noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21250302.post-7398929354708657512008-11-12T18:17:00.012+00:002008-12-01T20:52:13.413+00:00broderie<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/SRseVN9vkdI/AAAAAAAAAjw/C4IwvAVjllM/s1600-h/broderie.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/SRseVN9vkdI/AAAAAAAAAjw/C4IwvAVjllM/s320/broderie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267837539014644178" /></a> Une fois, j'ai cru que le soleil brodait les nuages pour passer le temps…<br />.........................................................<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Una vez, he creido que el sol bordaba las nubes para pasar el tiempo…</span>color lilihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13519911999998416911noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21250302.post-64901247632208092472008-11-09T21:00:00.006+00:002008-12-01T20:52:44.622+00:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/SRdTo02CzRI/AAAAAAAAAiw/avfPKGr6a1k/s1600-h/G%26-011.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/SRdTo02CzRI/AAAAAAAAAiw/avfPKGr6a1k/s400/G%26-011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266770250078276882" /></a><br /> «Il n'y a pas de mauvaises herbes au sens botanique, ce sont simplement des adventices ou encore des herbes folles, des plantes qui se développent dans un endroit non désiré.»<br />> www.aujardin.info<br />.......................................................<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Hace poco he leido :<br />«No hay malas hierbas en el sentido botánico del término, son simplemente hierbas <span style="font-style:italic;">locas</span> o pastos silvestres, las plantas que prosperan en un lugar no deseado.»<br />> www.aujardin.info</span>color lilihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13519911999998416911noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21250302.post-39656591968114135822008-08-29T17:42:00.006+00:002008-08-29T18:13:05.116+00:00Sur le bout des doigts<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/SLg1NZ2uQgI/AAAAAAAAAig/dt7zu2MXxb8/s1600-h/miniatura1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/SLg1NZ2uQgI/AAAAAAAAAig/dt7zu2MXxb8/s400/miniatura1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239996670840553986" /></a>Sobre la punta de los dedos…<br /><br />Actualmente, todo lo que hago se reduce instantaneamente.<br />"porque ?", Me gustaria contestar y no me sale pero esta en la punta de mis dedos… <br />Acercate, seguro ese te lo cuenta todo.<br /><br />--------------------------------------------------<br /><br />En ce moment tout ce que je fais rétrécit à vue d'œil. <br />"pourquoi?" J'aimerais y répondre, çà ne vient pas mais je l'ai sur le bout des doigts…<br />Approche, celui-ci te diras tout, sûrement.color lilihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13519911999998416911noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21250302.post-64654068511314162942008-08-24T15:30:00.003+00:002008-08-24T16:09:00.398+00:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/SLF-1Tb8IBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/ZdQks8r3Gow/s1600-h/G%26-014.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/SLF-1Tb8IBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/ZdQks8r3Gow/s400/G%26-014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238107295824224274" /></a> <span style="font-style:italic;">*miniatura con plastico magico (reduce de 7 veces su tamaño inicial) / miniature de plastique magique (réduit de 7 fois sa taille initiale) </span><br /><br />Me gustaria tener el tamaño de una flor para descanzar en su luminosa y colorida hamaca.<br />----------------------------------------------------<br />J'aimerai être la taille d'une fleur pour me reposer dans son lumineux et coloré hamac.color lilihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13519911999998416911noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21250302.post-44750531911036356452008-07-14T21:17:00.004+00:002008-12-01T20:53:25.881+00:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/SHvGi0WuK4I/AAAAAAAAAhg/8Tpgvyp_gyw/s1600-h/IMG_5700.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zEefjr7aDQ8/SHvGi0WuK4I/AAAAAAAAAhg/8Tpgvyp_gyw/s400/IMG_5700.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222986494338018178" /></a><br />À cueillir les fleurs<br />du béton armé<br />sont nées<br />quelques lucioles<br />-------------------------------------------------<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Recogiendo flores<br />del cemento armado<br />han nacido<br />unas luciérnagas</span>color lilihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13519911999998416911noreply@blogger.com12