tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69429909812925975122011-12-25T17:27:10.595+01:00Confi dance d'arbres à direFugacenoreply@blogger.comBlogger341100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942990981292597512.post-32233451618782607772011-08-07T23:09:00.006+02:002011-10-13T00:39:56.210+02:00<div style="color: #c27ba0;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">While contemplating the mysterious life </span></div><div style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;">Of landscape, plants, birds, insects, </span></div><div style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;">We dive into magnetic space,</span></div><div style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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éphémères......<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942990981292597512-1723727596754913366?l=arbore-sens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fugacenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942990981292597512.post-11348421117081924672010-05-09T17:39:00.000+02:002010-05-09T17:39:07.115+02:00<object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8rluU6BGpKw&hl=fr_FR&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8rluU6BGpKw&hl=fr_FR&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br />
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Voir et Entendre.......<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942990981292597512-4503819279660200456?l=arbore-sens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fugacenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942990981292597512.post-57892985519750420242009-07-15T19:34:00.001+02:002009-07-15T19:34:12.000+02:00Tuxedomoon - Music Number Two - from Album Ghost Sonata - Datenverarbeiter Video<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/RRI9bHoIBpo' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/RRI9bHoIBpo'/></object></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942990981292597512-5789298551975042024?l=arbore-sens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fugacenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942990981292597512.post-10425591679323545162009-04-27T22:04:00.001+02:002009-04-27T22:04:33.629+02:00Johann Johannsson - Melodia - Datenverarbeiter Video<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/c5j4vJNM6Ok' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/c5j4vJNM6Ok'/></object></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942990981292597512-1042559167932354516?l=arbore-sens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fugacenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942990981292597512.post-42919557286422115122009-04-08T00:57:00.007+02:002011-10-13T01:36:29.051+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yivzWdGF4R4/Sdveejl9BKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/IBz42_HJGIk/s1600-h/377.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322092001200243874" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yivzWdGF4R4/Sdveejl9BKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/IBz42_HJGIk/s320/377.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 249px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a> <br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><b><i>La philosophie est comme la musique, qui existe si peu, dont on se passe si facilement : sans elle il manquerait quelque chose, bien qu'on ne puisse dire quoi. (...)</i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><b><i> On peut, après tout, vivre sans le je-ne-sais-quoi, comme on peut vivre sans philosophie, sans musique, sans joie et sans amour. Mais pas si bien.</i></b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;"> A wise man said to me</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;"> Don’t underrate simplicity </span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;">So I strip my life away</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;"> And try to live each day by day</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;"> And feel Each moment new</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;"> Tho so loud I try</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;"> So many failings cloud my eye</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;"> And with troubled mind</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;"> A sense of peace so hard to find </span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;">To feel</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;"> Each moment new </span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;"> But I will be</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;"> All I can be</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;"> Do everything</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;"> Withall I have in me</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;"> Life is a blessing </span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;">This much I know</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;"> And every lesson</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;"> Can only help us grow </span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;">To feel...</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;"> Each moment new</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;"> Another thing we missed</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;"> Love is really all there is</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;"> And together, sure</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;"> Most anything we can enjoy to feel</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;"> Each moment new</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;"> To feel</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;"> Each moment new</span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;"> Lou Rhodes <a href="http://www.myspace.com/lourhodes">http://www.myspace.com/lourhodes</a> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942990981292597512-528995606469438927?l=arbore-sens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fugacenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942990981292597512.post-73600941431187536882008-02-16T01:42:00.009+01:002008-02-16T02:43:35.140+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yivzWdGF4R4/R7Y-rkY27LI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hpAwc8CmkjY/s1600-h/Funambule.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yivzWdGF4R4/R7Y-rkY27LI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hpAwc8CmkjY/s400/Funambule.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167386540677459122" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Je rêve, une musique lancinante</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" > </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br />Ravage mon esprit:</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" >Et je voudrais que mon oreille sente</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" >Ce que le coeur m'apprit.</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" > </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br />Beau chant qui me poursuit</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" >Il m'échappe et s'enfuit</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" >Il est sauvage, tendre, il me déchire,</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" > </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br />Calme, et me demande plus</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" >Quand je ne puis lui offrir que si peu.</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" > </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br />Quand sur moi il prend un trop grand empire</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" >Et que je n'en puis plus </span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br />Alors..... je chante ....</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942990981292597512-7360094143118753688?l=arbore-sens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fugacenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942990981292597512.post-44699201248504492632008-02-02T19:58:00.001+01:002008-02-02T20:04:57.453+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yivzWdGF4R4/R6S9nwFExbI/AAAAAAAAAC0/CWBMa6b18CY/s1600-h/m-un_grain.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yivzWdGF4R4/R6S9nwFExbI/AAAAAAAAAC0/CWBMa6b18CY/s200/m-un_grain.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162459563492165042" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Dans le paysage blanc des mots,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Souffle, suspendu,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Un courant d'air d'étreintes....<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942990981292597512-4469920124850449263?l=arbore-sens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fugacenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942990981292597512.post-2311622826257726222008-01-24T00:27:00.003+01:002011-10-13T01:33:52.318+02:00<span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="color: #999999;">Il reste la lie au fond de la coupe</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="color: #999999;"> </span><span style="color: #999999;">Et il a peur </span> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="color: #999999;">La peur de l'artiste</span> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="color: #999999;">Aujourd'hui encore ils ne comprendront pas </span> <span style="color: #999999;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="color: #999999;">Pourquoi il a peur</span> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="color: #999999;">Pourquoi il ne boit pas</span> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="color: #999999;">Il pense à l'inutilité de son sacrifice </span><span style="color: #999999;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="color: #999999;">Il voudrait briser cette coupe</span> <span style="color: #999999;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="color: #999999;">Et pourtant il la boira toute</span> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="color: #999999;">Toute jusqu'à la dernière goutte.....</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942990981292597512-231162282625772622?l=arbore-sens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fugacenoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942990981292597512.post-20153873266149208282007-12-23T22:10:00.001+01:002007-12-23T22:10:38.362+01:00Craig Armstrong - Piano Works The Film<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/6X3mySlb6cE' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/6X3mySlb6cE'/></object></p><p>Paysage intérieur ....</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942990981292597512-2015387326614920828?l=arbore-sens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fugacenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942990981292597512.post-57341929397821371802007-12-09T18:03:00.000+01:002007-12-11T23:37:49.439+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yivzWdGF4R4/R18QcFtt-PI/AAAAAAAAACg/fSOPZ3Lxs7k/s1600-h/IC_434%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yivzWdGF4R4/R18QcFtt-PI/AAAAAAAAACg/fSOPZ3Lxs7k/s200/IC_434%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142847374236711154" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" >Dans le colimaçon d'un murmure<br />L'épaule d'une nuit de papillon<br />Trace à l'encre silencieuse<br />Des rives bleuissantes<br /><br />Une tendresse en paupière de coquillage<br />Frôle le revers de son corps de lune<br />Bercant sa chevelure au fronton nébuleux<br />En volutes mauves...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942990981292597512-5734192939782137180?l=arbore-sens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fugacenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942990981292597512.post-28347938388356869792007-11-17T18:29:00.001+01:002007-11-17T18:29:54.211+01:00Lisa Gerrard - Come Tenderness<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/QiYqYPEXsJU' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/QiYqYPEXsJU'/></object></p><p>.....</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942990981292597512-2834793838835686979?l=arbore-sens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fugacenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942990981292597512.post-87576697110948188232007-11-01T17:14:00.001+01:002007-11-01T17:28:21.452+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yivzWdGF4R4/Ryn7ynHEmDI/AAAAAAAAACU/XVDgl75Jrjg/s1600-h/PICT4167.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yivzWdGF4R4/Ryn7ynHEmDI/AAAAAAAAACU/XVDgl75Jrjg/s400/PICT4167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127906497648695346" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" >"<span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Il y a des méditations sans aboutissement.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"> La larme, disent les boudhistes qui est située entre le language et le réel ne peut être épuisée. C'est le Gange "</span><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><br />P. Quignard </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><a href="http://www.preisner.com/">http://www.preisner.com/</a></span><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942990981292597512-8757669711094818823?l=arbore-sens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fugacenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942990981292597512.post-29172427508444399942007-10-26T16:22:00.001+02:002007-10-26T16:22:16.019+02:00sigur ros - Svefn-g-englar<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/zQ5Grncdjlc' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/zQ5Grncdjlc'/></object></p><p>Parce que trop souvent oubliés ....</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942990981292597512-2917242750844439994?l=arbore-sens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fugacenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942990981292597512.post-10215517772925467812007-10-24T14:26:00.000+02:002007-10-24T14:31:10.575+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yivzWdGF4R4/Rx86Up8p-PI/AAAAAAAAACM/LAmYD1JsrG4/s1600-h/PICT4120.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124879027502971122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yivzWdGF4R4/Rx86Up8p-PI/AAAAAAAAACM/LAmYD1JsrG4/s400/PICT4120.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;">" Chaque expérience de beauté, si brève dans le temps tout en transcendant le temps, nous restitue chaque fois la fraîcheur du matin du monde" </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;">François CHENG </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942990981292597512-1021551777292546781?l=arbore-sens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fugacenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942990981292597512.post-13608952967621731152007-10-18T10:37:00.003+02:002011-10-13T01:21:12.116+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yivzWdGF4R4/Rxcgup8p-NI/AAAAAAAAAB4/AK7A9BYb2uY/s1600-h/G+KLIMT.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122599087063562450" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yivzWdGF4R4/Rxcgup8p-NI/AAAAAAAAAB4/AK7A9BYb2uY/s400/G+KLIMT.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /></a><br />
<span style="color: #cc33cc;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" style="color: #ffcccc;">Arimée</span><span style="color: #ffcccc;"> au paroi d'une </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" style="color: #ffcccc;">rémini sens</span><br />
<span style="color: #ffcccc;">Nouée d'âme et de corps</span><br />
<span style="color: #ffcccc;">Le coeur d'une nuit frissonne</span><br />
<span style="color: #ffcccc;">Son duvet enlace l'écume inquiète d'une </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" style="color: #ffcccc;">résonance</span><br />
<span style="color: #ffcccc;">Sur sa tunique </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" style="color: #ffcccc;">po</span><span style="color: #ffcccc;"> aime </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" style="color: #ffcccc;">s'effeuille</span><br />
<span style="color: #ffcccc;">L'ombre ourlée d'un alphabet</span><br />
<span style="color: #ffcccc;">En balancier de rubis.</span><br />
<span style="color: #ffcccc;">J'ai vu cela à travers mes paupières fermées...</span><br />
<span style="color: #ffcccc;">Cajolant le mystère de l'amour</span><br />
<span style="color: #ffcccc;">J'ai chevauché les syllabes </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" style="color: #ffcccc;">d'un verbe</span><br />
<span style="color: #ffcccc;">J'ai enlacé la chevelure des écumes</span><br />
<span style="color: #ffcccc;">Qui argente les </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" style="color: #ffcccc;">pèn</span><span style="color: #ffcccc;"> ombres</span><br />
<span style="color: #ffcccc;">Et la nuit raconte aux mèches défaites</span><br />
<span style="color: #ffcccc;">Les boucles flottantes au vent</span><br />
<span style="color: #ffcccc;">Avec dans les yeux de </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" style="color: #ffcccc;">l'O...</span><br />
</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942990981292597512-1360895296762173115?l=arbore-sens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fugacenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942990981292597512.post-23694642565221124392007-10-17T19:22:00.001+02:002007-10-17T20:04:48.627+02:00Sigur Rós - Glósóli<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><object height="350" width="425"><param value="http://youtube.com/v/okLCurB1lJw" name="movie"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/okLCurB1lJw" height="350" width="425"></embed></object></p><p>A se laisser emporter .....
</p><p>PS: le titre "Svefn englar" version vidéo est également magnifique.
</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942990981292597512-2369464256522112439?l=arbore-sens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fugacenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942990981292597512.post-18288398604951089852007-10-12T16:10:00.004+02:002011-10-13T01:30:34.568+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">______</div><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"><br />
Dans le baiser d'une course sans "vi sage"<br />
L'on voudrait se " je tais" dans ce vert,<br />
Se con fondre tout entier</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"><br />
N'être plus qu'un allegro de vert<br />
Qui "dé rive", lissant les arpèges d'une harpe<br />
Laissant voguer ses pensées</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
Dans la "dou soeur" de cette mer<br />
Sentir "l'in fini" dans l'infinité<br />
S'élancer sur les ailes du vent<br />
Et redevenir ce que l'on a été ....<br />
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http://fr.youtube.com/watch?v=yjhdirDSP_g<br />
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</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942990981292597512-1828839860495108985?l=arbore-sens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fugacenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942990981292597512.post-73704949908246604522007-09-22T11:02:00.004+02:002011-10-13T01:16:22.449+02:00<span style="color: #999999; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #666666;">Je regarde sombrer, ô effarant naufrage</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #666666;"> Les vaisseaux de mon rêve et mes barques d'espoirs </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #666666;">Agenouillée dans l'eau</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #666666;"> Je n'entend plus que l'immense clameur </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #666666;">Des oiseaux de tempête</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #666666;"> Et mon corps a glissé sans lutte vers le fond</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #666666;"> Chaque vague hurle</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #666666;"> La mer est dans ma chambre</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #666666;"> L'eau verte est entrée</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #666666;"> Contre les murs épais, elle grimpe, déferle</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #666666;"> Elle vient, elle vient la mer</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #666666;"> Lointaine et triste..... </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #999999; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #666666;"> Il n'est de pire trahison que celle que l'on s'inflige</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942990981292597512-7370494990824660452?l=arbore-sens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fugacenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942990981292597512.post-66810220999309862922007-09-21T10:28:00.002+02:002011-10-13T01:09:47.706+02:00<div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"> Main ouverte vers le malheureux</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"> Main noble qui oeuvra le beau</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"> Main blanche support de flambeau </span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;">Main symbolique,main protée</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"> O main loyale en forme d'astre </span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"> Main grimaçante du satyre </span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;">Main fermée aux visages </span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;">Main de héros et de bandit</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"> Main noire, griffe de la torche </span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;">Main dont l'ongle cruel écorche</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"> O main de désirs et de perte </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;">Tendue,</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"> A travers l'ombre et la lumière</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"> L'empreinte d'une frêle main......</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;">...</span><br />
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</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942990981292597512-6681022099930986292?l=arbore-sens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fugacenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942990981292597512.post-66260718421181274732007-09-14T09:10:00.000+02:002007-09-14T09:22:37.492+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yivzWdGF4R4/Ruo1avhPTuI/AAAAAAAAABg/XdjgywZPRRc/s1600-h/flou%C3%A9.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yivzWdGF4R4/Ruo1avhPTuI/AAAAAAAAABg/XdjgywZPRRc/s400/flou%C3%A9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109955460754001634" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">La douceur d'une candeur s'est figée </span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Flouée</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Dans la brûlure glacée</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">D'un regard acéré<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942990981292597512-6626071842118127473?l=arbore-sens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fugacenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942990981292597512.post-36362430489484521182007-09-07T17:25:00.002+02:002011-10-13T01:05:42.046+02:00<div style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"> De tes doigts opalins</span></div><div style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Tu tisses sur mon front </span></div><div style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;">Un ciel qui s'étire </span></div><div style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dans le reflet d'une onde</span></div><div style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"> La lune mélancolique suspend</span></div><div style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Sa lumière de jade</span></div><div style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Aux quatres cordes qui frissonnent</span></div><div style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"> En corps d'Icare</span></div><div style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Une lente chevelure s'accorde </span></div><div style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dans l'aile d'un zéphyre</span></div><div style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Coiffant une étoile à cinq branches</span></div><div style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"> D'une robe de velours .... </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942990981292597512-3636243048948452118?l=arbore-sens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fugacenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942990981292597512.post-50057553346968573932007-08-22T01:41:00.000+02:002007-08-22T02:00:54.503+02:00Rosée....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yivzWdGF4R4/Rst4xL4XYYI/AAAAAAAAABM/Oq_xsy70XBw/s1600-h/ros%C3%A9e+2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yivzWdGF4R4/Rst4xL4XYYI/AAAAAAAAABM/Oq_xsy70XBw/s400/ros%C3%A9e+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101303789325345154" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" >Dans la tendresse d'une aube<br />J'écoute les pensées.<br />Au bord d'une aile irrisée<br />Le vol d'un murmur frissonne en goutte mauve ....</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942990981292597512-5005755334696857393?l=arbore-sens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fugacenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942990981292597512.post-84605718586057200442007-08-18T14:26:00.003+02:002011-10-13T01:04:12.550+02:00<span style="color: #999999; font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-size: large;"> Les ombre tombantes</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-size: large;"> Des nuits sans lueurs </span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-size: large;">Comme âmes errantes</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-size: large;"> Sont frêles rumeurs</span><br />
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<span style="color: #999999; font-size: large;"> Glissent aux chemins</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-size: large;"> Rêvent aux ornières</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-size: large;"> Ne trouvant plus que poussières </span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-size: large;">Sur les rides du coeur</span><br />
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<span style="color: #999999; font-size: large;"> Au ronce du chemin</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-size: large;"> J'ai déchiré ma robe claire</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-size: large;"> Dans la lourdeur d'un parfum de chimère.... </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942990981292597512-8460571858605720044?l=arbore-sens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fugacenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942990981292597512.post-57218655494256289522007-08-13T01:43:00.009+02:002011-10-17T15:49:52.680+02:00<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Les grands lys sommeillent sous la clarté lunaire</span><br />
<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" style="font-size: large;">Étrange</span><span style="font-size: large;"> lueur qui glisse et fuit...</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Les yeux </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" style="font-size: large;">contemple</span><span style="font-size: large;">nt la </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" style="font-size: large;">ca-dance</span><span style="font-size: large;"> d'un parfum </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" style="font-size: large;">nu-age</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Il raconte l'émoi d'une lèvre humide...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">La nuit se penche au berceau du temps </span><br />
<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" style="font-size: large;">L'enveloppant</span><span style="font-size: large;"> de sa </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" style="font-size: large;">mélopée</span><span style="font-size: large;">... </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">L'heure si douce glisse sous d'immuables lois </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Des perles s'effeuillent......</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942990981292597512-5721865549425628952?l=arbore-sens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fugacenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942990981292597512.post-48681709553358877452007-08-13T00:34:00.000+02:002007-08-13T00:42:59.788+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yivzWdGF4R4/Rr-M27FJp9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/tmMfso8ckik/s1600-h/CRW_8378.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yivzWdGF4R4/Rr-M27FJp9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/tmMfso8ckik/s320/CRW_8378.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097948178406811602" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />En manteaux de faubourg se déroule un pas sourd qui sonne.<br />Un silence en silhouette s'attarde dans la pâleur d'une ombre.<br /><br />La lune allume une lueur ....<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942990981292597512-4868170955335887745?l=arbore-sens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fugacenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942990981292597512.post-12450209086110985462007-08-10T16:49:00.001+02:002011-10-13T00:48:39.762+02:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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Ma démarche ici est un combat, c'est une lutte où la défaite et la victoire se font face . Le regard extérieur est nécessaire, il est constitutif. L'on se regarde soi même en y ajoutant le rapport avec le monde cela fait partie des théorie de la socialisation. Mais ce regard des autres me transforme aussi en sujet . Ceci implique des valeurs où finalement je deviens un objet objectivé et où je m'échappe toujours à ce que je suis. Ceci juste pour expliquer le sens de victoire et de défaite. Alors l'ego certes me direz vous, tout comme moi d'ailleurs.....mais cela est drôlement présomptueux...... La conscience de soi ne peut que passer par autrui. Beaucoup de difficulté à l'envisager dans un premier temps, et ensuite à l'accepter. L'accepterai je un jour ? J'ai trop besoin de ce retrait, ce qui ne m'empêche pas d'être sociable, d'être altruiste mais un besoin de se préserver persiste, sans doute une réaction face à l'artifice qui règne en maître dans nos sociétés contemporaines. D'où cette impression de funambule, de trapéziste, sur un fil tendue, où chaque jour est un éternel recommencement. Donc vous l'avez compris il ne s'agit pas de verser dans la tendances des journaux intimes qui fleurissent tant, mais d'un réel questionnement. Je ne sais quelle forme d'émotion aura cette écriture, courbes, ronde, anguleuse, colorées mais soyez indulgent ...... Certaines personnes par leurs présences dans la blogospère et sur cette toile m'ont tant apporté et m'ont permis d'avoir ce sur-saut.....<br />
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