tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38516771743964493192024-03-13T06:55:26.920-07:00We are Wild, We are Free, We areLive fast and die young.Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14043095315293529675noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3851677174396449319.post-64721514397474513992010-05-04T13:50:00.000-07:002010-05-04T14:03:17.233-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQMKpiKjQag/S-CKdrZ6nfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/gc83zylEgds/s1600/bob_dylan.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQMKpiKjQag/S-CKdrZ6nfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/gc83zylEgds/s320/bob_dylan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467522190100045298" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">[La musique donne une âme à nos cœurs et des ailes à la pensée.]<br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br />-Platon-<br /></div></div>Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14043095315293529675noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3851677174396449319.post-81504843629830705072010-04-17T16:05:00.000-07:002010-04-17T16:16:21.468-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQMKpiKjQag/S8pA2QPYYaI/AAAAAAAAAD0/MGNf4RJFe0o/s1600/kurtcrowdsurfing_iw1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQMKpiKjQag/S8pA2QPYYaI/AAAAAAAAAD0/MGNf4RJFe0o/s320/kurtcrowdsurfing_iw1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461248798956741026" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"Mieux vaut bruler franchement que s'éteindre à petit feu"<br /><div style="text-align: right;">K.Cobain.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Cette phrase me trotte dans la tête comme un talisman une raison de vivre. Au départ je l'ai vue comme une raison au contraire de ne pas vivre, étant donné que Kurt Cobain a mis fin à ses jours. Mais aujourd'hui je la voit comme une sorte de Carpe Diem, il faut mieux vivre entièrement que se préserver pour pouvoir vivre plus longtemps sans prendre le temps, réellement de vivre. Je crois que c'est ça, qu'il faut vivre entièrement, passionnément, et arrêter de se conforter dans cette préservation moelleuse, il ne faut pas attendre que la vie passe comme ça, il faut plonger dedans. Il vaut mieux bruler franchement, complétement dans cette vie que d'attendre lentement qu'elle passe en nous consumant, in peu plus chaque jour.<br /></div></div></div></div>Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14043095315293529675noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3851677174396449319.post-14184251739885631772010-04-11T13:26:00.000-07:002010-04-11T13:51:13.894-07:00Questionnaire de Proust<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQMKpiKjQag/S8I2MzS-gwI/AAAAAAAAADs/gt1eV9cuci8/s1600/2003768583_small_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQMKpiKjQag/S8I2MzS-gwI/AAAAAAAAADs/gt1eV9cuci8/s320/2003768583_small_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458985291882595074" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br />Le principal trait de mon caractère: Généreuse, lunatique, souriante.<br />La qualité que je préfère chez un homme: L'humour<br />La qualité que je préfère chez une femme: L'élégance<br />Mon principal défaut: Impulsive<br />Mon occupation préférée: Rire (et manger!)<br />Mon rêve de bonheur: Vivre heureuse et épanouie, je crois que c'est déjà un rêve assez important!<br />Le pays où je désirerais vivre: Royaume Unis<br />La couleur que je préfère: Le vert, le bleu, le rose...<br />La fleur que j'aime: Le coquelicot<br />Mes auteurs favoris: Zola, Olivier Adam, Anna Gavalda, Molière, Sartre, Vian, ...<br />Mes poètes préférés: Baudelaire, Verlaine, Rimbaud,...<br />Mes héros favoris dans la fiction: Roméo<br />Mes héroïnes favorites dans la fiction: Hélène de Troie<br />Mes compositeurs préférés: Brahms, Bethoven, Chopin, Shubert,...<br />Mes musiciens et groupes préférés:The Rolling Stones, Elvis Presley, Chuck Berry, The Stones, Blondie, Nancy Sinatra, Cat Power,...<br />Mes héros dans la vie réelle: Boris Vian, Jean Moulin<br />Mes héroïnes dans la vie réelle: Simone de Beauvoir<br />Fautes qui m'inspirent le plus d'indulgence: Les fautes d'orthographe<br />Ma devise: Il ne faut pas attendre le bonheur, il faut aller à sa rencontre<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><a href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Questionnaire_de_Proust#Le_questionnaire">Questionnaire</a><br /></div></div>Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14043095315293529675noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3851677174396449319.post-53747255810944594032010-03-04T15:42:00.000-08:002010-03-04T15:54:03.644-08:00Girls are psychotic.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQMKpiKjQag/S5BHu_3HOtI/AAAAAAAAADk/2MzXK5HkdH4/s1600-h/2026405651_small_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQMKpiKjQag/S5BHu_3HOtI/AAAAAAAAADk/2MzXK5HkdH4/s320/2026405651_small_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444930822233078482" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Turn off the light I'm not afraid<br />Let me alone, I'll be okay<br />Don't even smile, just go away<br />Cause in my head it's anarchy<br />Let me alone get out of there<br />I'm sure I can control myself<br />Goodbye my friend I don't need you<br />Goodbye my friend you're on the loose<br />Oh Let me alone<br />Let me alone<br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Izia - Let Me Alone</span><br /></div> </div>Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14043095315293529675noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3851677174396449319.post-41436998373147705632010-03-03T01:18:00.001-08:002010-03-03T01:19:40.168-08:00Sans issue<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQMKpiKjQag/S44pm6aJkqI/AAAAAAAAADc/ieILLOQXrvM/s1600-h/Birkin6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQMKpiKjQag/S44pm6aJkqI/AAAAAAAAADc/ieILLOQXrvM/s320/Birkin6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444334748028211874" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Oh, oui je t'aime !<br />moi non plus<br />oh mon amour...<br />l'amour physique est sans issue<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Je t'aime moi non plus - Serge Gainsbourg</span></div>Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14043095315293529675noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3851677174396449319.post-80103472313785054492010-03-03T01:17:00.000-08:002010-03-03T01:18:09.846-08:00Parait-il que tu vaut de l'or et tout ce qui brille j'adore<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQMKpiKjQag/S44pJcPHDII/AAAAAAAAADU/Huj0NAYmnVM/s1600-h/Sunshine.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 196px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQMKpiKjQag/S44pJcPHDII/AAAAAAAAADU/Huj0NAYmnVM/s320/Sunshine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444334241712639106" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">[Pick me, Choose me, Love me]<br /></div>Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14043095315293529675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3851677174396449319.post-62860505552926520532010-03-03T00:58:00.000-08:002010-03-03T01:16:57.431-08:00Bordeaux Décembre 2009<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQMKpiKjQag/S44o6CqYIII/AAAAAAAAADM/r8F5wnER0cU/s1600-h/IMG_4089.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQMKpiKjQag/S44o6CqYIII/AAAAAAAAADM/r8F5wnER0cU/s320/IMG_4089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444333977149644930" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQMKpiKjQag/S44oiKhUgqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UXoF3dn3xaU/s1600-h/IMG_4090.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQMKpiKjQag/S44oiKhUgqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UXoF3dn3xaU/s320/IMG_4090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444333566942282402" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQMKpiKjQag/S44ndObWPNI/AAAAAAAAAC8/8kLZhWa4SyA/s1600-h/IMG_4116.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQMKpiKjQag/S44ndObWPNI/AAAAAAAAAC8/8kLZhWa4SyA/s320/IMG_4116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444332382579997906" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQMKpiKjQag/S44mkaJPnhI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HraorSWY-Jc/s1600-h/IMG_4102.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQMKpiKjQag/S44mkaJPnhI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HraorSWY-Jc/s320/IMG_4102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444331406472748562" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQMKpiKjQag/S44l29rtiQI/AAAAAAAAACs/vHSBZZGe3dQ/s1600-h/Lampadaires.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQMKpiKjQag/S44l29rtiQI/AAAAAAAAACs/vHSBZZGe3dQ/s320/Lampadaires.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444330625738574082" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQMKpiKjQag/S44lheaatkI/AAAAAAAAACk/G0ytiFURXGU/s1600-h/clochet.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQMKpiKjQag/S44lheaatkI/AAAAAAAAACk/G0ytiFURXGU/s320/clochet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444330256567285314" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQMKpiKjQag/S44lVldpp0I/AAAAAAAAACc/n5mBfWRszj0/s1600-h/Les+Pens%C3%A9es+sensibles....jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQMKpiKjQag/S44lVldpp0I/AAAAAAAAACc/n5mBfWRszj0/s320/Les+Pens%C3%A9es+sensibles....jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444330052301465410" border="0" /></a>Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14043095315293529675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3851677174396449319.post-80157733160778067182010-03-03T00:54:00.000-08:002010-03-03T00:57:35.086-08:00Floozy Heartless Girl<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQMKpiKjQag/S44kan2XAMI/AAAAAAAAACU/9KS89PxFJ7c/s1600-h/Kaya+2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQMKpiKjQag/S44kan2XAMI/AAAAAAAAACU/9KS89PxFJ7c/s320/Kaya+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444329039329689794" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br />Tes hanches sont amoureuses</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"></span><span style="font-size:100%;">De ton dos et de tes seins,</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Et tu ravis les coussins</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Par tes poses langoureuses.</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Quelquefois, pour apaiser</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Ta rage mystérieuse,</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Tu prodigues, sérieuse,</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">La morsure et le baiser ;</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Tu me déchires, ma brune,</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Avec un rire moqueur,</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Et puis tu mets sur mon coeur</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Ton oeil doux comme la lune.</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Charles Baudelaire.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span>M, 18 ans, ParisMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14043095315293529675noreply@blogger.com1