tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35454941869532876092012-02-11T16:04:04.946-08:00VINCENT HOARAUVincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.comBlogger10511100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-78968639707611684032012-02-11T14:01:00.001-08:002012-02-11T16:04:04.956-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lk-NczoaoFA/TzblU9L3d3I/AAAAAAAABOA/cBDJAlZFTlg/s1600/Jan%2BSteen%2B-%2BThe%2BFat%2BKitchen.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lk-NczoaoFA/TzblU9L3d3I/AAAAAAAABOA/cBDJAlZFTlg/s400/Jan%2BSteen%2B-%2BThe%2BFat%2BKitchen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708001725923161970" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">some almonds<br />on the grilled trout skin<br />Schubert's scales<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Danièle Duteil<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">cuisine froide -<br />venu du midi<br />le parfum des citrons<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;">cold kitchen -<br />from the south<br />the scent of lemons<br /></div><br />Coralie Berhault Creuzet<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">odeurs de cuisine<br />la concierge et ses sardines<br />un soir sur deux<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;">kitchen smell<br />the concierge and her sardines<br />every fortnight<br /></div><br />Philippe Macé<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">lune à la fenêtre -<br />grand-mère traverse la cuisine<br />sur la pointe des pieds<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;">moon at the window -<br />grandma crosses the kitchen<br />on tiptoe<br /></div><br />Jessica Tremblay<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">sa p'tite cuisine<br />à la cuillère<br />dans les toilettes<br /></div><br />Coralie Berhault-Creuzet<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">encore un hiver<br />loin des enfants sa cuisine<br />vide<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;">one more winter<br />far away from the children<br />empty kitchen<br /></div><br />Coralie Berhault Creuzet<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">hiver sec -<br />elle craque une noix<br />la cuisine résonne<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;">dry winter cold -<br />she cracks a nut<br />the kitchen resonates<br /></div><br />Vincent Hoarau<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">grand froid<br />je te garde mouche<br />dans ma cuisine<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;">dry cold<br />I keep you fly<br />in my kitchen<br /></div>Philippe Quinta<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">beef tartare<br />three pairs of eyes<br />track each bite<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;">steack tartare<br />trois paires d'yeux<br />sur chaque bouchée<br /></div><br />Pris Campbell<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Grandma's kitchen<br />never a lump<br />in the oatmeal<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;">cuisine de Mamie<br />dans les flocons d'avoine<br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">jamais un grumeau<br /></div><br />Cristina NGuyen<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">winter stew<br />coming to a boil<br />kitchen gossip<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">le ragoût d'hiver<br />vient à ébullition<br />potins de cuisine<br /></div><br />Jim Force<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">snowed in<br />the train track re-routed<br />into the kitchen<br /></div>Rob Scott<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">kitchen window<br />the squirrel watches<br />the pecan pie<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;">fenêtre de la cuisine<br />l'écureuil regarde<br />la tarte aux noix de pécan<br /></div><br />Karla Decker<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">pressing garlic she tells me her secret<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;">écrasant de l'ail elle me révèle son secret<br /></div><br />John Hawk<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">stirring the broth -<br />why their newborn<br />has hazel eyes<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">touillant le bouillon -<br />pourquoi leur nouveau-né<br />a-t-il les yeux noisette<br /></div><br />Sanjuktaa Asopa<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">kitchen light<br />my father's shoulder sag<br />over whiskey<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">lumière de cuisine<br />l'épaule de mon père affalée<br />au-dessus d'un whisky<br /></div><br />Michèle Harvey<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">frost at noon<br />a baked potato cooked<br />until it's crisp<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">givre à midi<br />une pomme de terre au four<br />jusqu'à ce qu'elle croustille<br /></div><br />Alison Williams<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">a bubble and I<br />high above the kitchen sink ...<br />spring breeze<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">une bulle et moi<br />haut au-dessus de l'évier ...<br />brise de printemps<br /></div><br />Claire Everett<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">rain before snow -<br />a pair of worn dish towels<br />hanging threadbare<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">neige avant la pluie -<br />une paire de torchons<br />usés jusque la corde<br /></div><br />Kent Dorsey<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">clogged kitchen sink<br />remnants of our seasons<br />bubbling up<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">évier bouché dans la cuisine<br />des restes de nos saisons<br />remontent en bouillonnant<br /></div><br />Alee Imperial Albano<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">giggling girls<br />the kitchen fills with<br />apple pie smell<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">gloussements de filles<br />la cuisine se remplit<br />d'une odeur de tarte aux pommes<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Tore Sverredal<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div><br /><br />et le meilleur pour la fin :<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">les oiseaux pépient<br />dans la poêle<br />le beurre aussi<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;">birds are chirping<br />in the pan<br />the butter too<br /></div><br />Patrick Fétu<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-7896863970761168403?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-8457709934811113772012-02-10T11:45:00.000-08:002012-02-10T12:23:30.699-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lY77djeCVvw/TzV0LT1InKI/AAAAAAAABN0/mmlUPMWgoYw/s1600/confiture.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 341px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lY77djeCVvw/TzV0LT1InKI/AAAAAAAABN0/mmlUPMWgoYw/s400/confiture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707595840412490914" border="0" /></a><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">frosty morning -<br />a white pellicle<br />on the jam<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">matin glacial -<br />une pellicule blanche<br />sur la confiture<br /></div><br />Vincent Hoarau<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Senteurs sucrées<br />dans la bassine en cuivre -<br />Bocaux alignés.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;">Sweet scents<br />in the copper basin -<br />lined up jars<br /></div><br /><br />Patrick Fétu<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">les pots de confiture<br />même leur ombre est délicieuse<br />semblent dire les fourmis<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;">jars of jam<br />even their shadow is delicious<br />the ants seem to think<br /><br /></div>Hélène Duc<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">fin de l'été<br />faire de leur chant<br />une confiture<br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">late summer<br />to turn their song<br />into jam<br /></div><br /><br />Hélène Duc<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">un bol de café<br />sous les tilleuls<br />la mouche sur la confiture<br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">a cup of coffee<br />under the linden trees<br />a fly on the jam<br /></div><br /><br />Patricia Corand<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">l'heure du thé -<br />cueillir la dernière fraise<br />au fond du pot<br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">tea time -<br />to pick the last strawberry<br />at the bottom of the jar<br /><br /></div>Denise Therriault-Ruest<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">au fond du poêle<br />une belle confiture<br />de braises<br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">inside the stove<br />a nice jam<br />of embers<br /></div><br />Philippe Quinta<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">sur la chemise de l'enfant<br />la tache n'est pas<br />de confiture<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">on the child's shirt<br />the stain is not<br />jam<br /></div></div><br />Philippe Quinta<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">bread with blueberry jam -<br />twilight deepens<br />at the village inn<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">pain à la confiture de myrtilles -<br />le crépuscule s'assombrit<br />à l'auberge du village<br /><br /></div>Sanjuktaa Asopa<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">wish for a child -<br />with plums of the orchard<br />my first jam<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">désir d'enfant -<br />des prunes du verger<br />ma première confiture<br /></div><br />Coralie Berhault Creuzet<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">sleeping cat<br />morning sun glints<br />through the marmalade<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">chat endormi<br />le soleil du matin<br />à travers la marmelade<br /><br /></div>Michèle Harvey<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">Very Berry lipstick<br />and raspberry jam<br />summer kisses<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">rouge à lèvres Very Berry<br />et confiture de framboise<br />baisers d'été<br /></div><br />Margaret Chula<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">dans la maison vide<br />les derniers pots de confiture<br />faits par grand-maman<br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">in the empty house<br />the last jars of jam<br />grandma made<br /><br /></div>Philippe Macé<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">silent spring<br />my jam will last longer<br />than I will<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">printemps silencieux<br />ma confiture durera plus<br />que moi<br /><br /></div><br />Pris Campbell<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-845770993481111377?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-86577621421505197492012-02-09T11:48:00.001-08:002012-02-09T12:16:55.115-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z9dy0fec16I/TzQjSDKvozI/AAAAAAAABNo/rLrBO47jHSM/s1600/Emile%2BClaus%2B-%2BDe%2Bijsvogels.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z9dy0fec16I/TzQjSDKvozI/AAAAAAAABNo/rLrBO47jHSM/s400/Emile%2BClaus%2B-%2BDe%2Bijsvogels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707225420780249906" border="0" /></a>Emile Claus - De ijsvogels<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">fontaine de glace ...<br />le vent sculpte sa robe<br />goutte à goutte<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;">in the icy wind<br />the fountain drips ...<br />her new dress<br /></div><br />Coralie Berhault-Creuzet<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">à petits pas<br />vieillard évitant les enfants<br />trottoir verglacé<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;">step by step<br />an old man avoiding the children<br />icy pavement<br /></div><br />Philippe Macé<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />soleil de givre<br />chacun de ses rayons<br />le chant gelé d'un oiseau<br /><br />Hélène Duc<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">c'est un jour paisible<br />sans raison je pleure de joie -<br />soleil sur la glace<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">it's a peacefull day<br />I cry for no reason -<br />sun on ice<br /></div></div><br />Vincent Hoarau<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">canal ice<br />cracked<br />your wrist<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">glace du canal<br />craque<br />ton poignet<br /></div><br />Heather MacDonald<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">short-long-short ...<br />pattern of the icicles hanging<br />on the eaves<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">court-long-court ...<br />modèle des glaçons suspendus<br />à l'avant-toit<br /></div><br />Josie Hibbing<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">ice storm<br />the sound of our car<br />going nowhere<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">tempête de glace<br />le bruit de notre voiture<br />n'allant nulle part<br /></div><br />Lucas Stensland<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">frozen dawn<br />the runner recovering<br />in his own steam<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">aube gelée<br />le coureur récupère<br />dans sa propre vapeur<br /></div><br />Dave Serjeant<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">blackberries in winter mixed feelings<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">mûres en hiver sentiments mêlés<br /><br /></div>Andrea Grillo<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">creaking ice ...<br />the river knows when<br />to open its heart<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">craquements de la glace ...<br />la rivière sait quand<br />ouvrir son coeur<br /></div><br />Claire Everett<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">one duck alone<br />on the frozen pond ...<br />white on white<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">un canard seul<br />sur l'étang gelé ...<br />blanc sur blanc<br /><br /></div>Carole Herzog Johnston<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />spring breakup<br />everything<br />going south<br /><br />George O Hawkins<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-8657762142150519749?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-75129187465784729442012-02-08T13:04:00.001-08:002012-02-08T13:25:28.321-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ag_bay1YlM8/TzLj1FynrNI/AAAAAAAABNc/a2BfIbaXJlA/s1600/Lucien%2BL%25C3%25A9vy-Dhurmer%2B-%2BPortrait%2Bof%2BMademoiselle%2BCarlier.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ag_bay1YlM8/TzLj1FynrNI/AAAAAAAABNc/a2BfIbaXJlA/s400/Lucien%2BL%25C3%25A9vy-Dhurmer%2B-%2BPortrait%2Bof%2BMademoiselle%2BCarlier.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706874179058904274" border="0" /></a>Lucien Lévy-Dhurmer - Portrait of Mademoiselle Carlier<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">*<br /><br /></span><h6 class="western" style="page-break-after: avoid; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">trempé<br />sans même<br />un chapeau de bambou</span></h6> <h6 class="western" style="page-break-after: avoid; font-weight: bold; text-align: right;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Vincent Hoarau</span></h6><div style="text-align: center; font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > *</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div> <h6 class="western" style="page-break-after: avoid; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">another<br />feather in her cap ...<br />shooting star</span></h6> <p style="margin-top: 0.42cm; font-weight: bold; text-align: right;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Hansha Teki</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0.42cm; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >*</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div> <h6 class="western" style="page-break-after: avoid; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">cowgirl hat<br />she rides the<br />wildest horse</span></h6> <p style="margin-top: 0.42cm; font-weight: bold; text-align: right;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Nan Bagwell Payne</span></p> <div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center; font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >*</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div> <p style="margin-top: 0.42cm; page-break-after: avoid; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Le chapeau de paille<br />dessine ses fleurs<br />sur son visage</span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0.42cm; font-weight: bold; text-align: right;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Marlène Alexa</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > *</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div> <h6 class="western" style="page-break-after: avoid; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">derrière une porte<br />attendant le printemps<br />le chapeau de paille</span></h6> <p style="margin-top: 0.42cm; font-weight: bold; text-align: right;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Philippe Quinta</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > *</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div> <h6 class="western" style="page-break-after: avoid; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">passant l'hiver<br />sous un chapeau<br />le vieux crapaud</span></h6> <p style="margin-top: 0.42cm; font-weight: bold; text-align: right;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Philippe Quinta</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > *</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div> <h6 class="western" style="page-break-after: avoid; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">my old sailing hat...<br />the dolphins follow<br />someone else now</span></h6> <p style="margin-top: 0.42cm; font-weight: bold; text-align: right;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Pris Campbell</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > *</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div> <h6 class="western" style="page-break-after: avoid; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">cricket<br />hiding from the rain<br />under the mushroom's hat </span> </h6> <p style="margin-top: 0.42cm; font-weight: bold; text-align: right;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Merill Gonzaless</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > *</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div> <h6 class="western" style="page-break-after: avoid; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">late autumn<br />where ever I lay my hat<br />I ask ‘where am I’? </span> </h6> <p style="margin-top: 0.42cm; font-weight: bold; text-align: right;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Mike Keville</span></p> <div style="text-align: center; font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >*</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div> <h6 class="western" style="page-break-after: avoid; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">ite missa est !<br />the beggar's hat<br />sounds hollow</span></h6><p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; text-align: center;"> </p><h6 class="western" style="page-break-after: avoid; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">ite missa est !<br />le bonnet du mendiant<br />sonne le creux</span></h6> <p style="margin-top: 0.42cm; font-weight: bold; text-align: right;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Danièle Duteil</span></p> <div style="text-align: center; font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >*</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div> <h6 class="western" style="page-break-after: avoid; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">au bout du champ<br />deux moineaux sur son chapeau<br />- l'épouvantail</span></h6> <p style="margin-top: 0.42cm; font-weight: bold; text-align: right;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Damien Gabriels</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > *</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div> <h6 class="western" style="page-break-after: avoid; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Dernière chimio –<br />le docteur la complimente<br />sur son nouveau chapeau<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">Hélène Duc</span></h6><div style="text-align: center; font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > *</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div> <h6 class="western" style="page-break-after: avoid; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">ten cents in his cap<br />the tanned baldness<br />on the accordionist</span></h6> <p style="margin-top: 0.42cm; font-weight: bold; text-align: right;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Damien Gabriels</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > *</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div> <h6 class="western" style="page-break-after: avoid; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">my new hat left on the southbound bus evening rain</span></h6> <p style="margin-top: 0.42cm; font-weight: bold; text-align: right;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Johnny Baransky</span></p> <div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >*</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div> <h6 class="western" style="page-break-after: avoid; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">tête nue<br />il s'incline et disparaît<br />le soleil d'hiver</span></h6> <p style="margin-top: 0.42cm; font-weight: bold; text-align: right;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Coralie Berhault Creuzet</span></p><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > </span><span style="font-size:130%;">*</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-7512918746578472944?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-91828444638755285902012-02-07T08:45:00.000-08:002012-02-07T09:26:42.359-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2QGeJT_oj8U/TzFVQTIVkzI/AAAAAAAABNQ/g7gGmydyKNo/s1600/RT%2BCowern.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 385px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2QGeJT_oj8U/TzFVQTIVkzI/AAAAAAAABNQ/g7gGmydyKNo/s400/RT%2BCowern.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706435941356639026" border="0" /></a> <h6 style="text-align: center; font-weight: normal;" class="western"> </h6><h6 style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: center; font-weight: normal;" class="western"><span style="font-size:130%;">placing the last log<br />on the pyre -<br />the weight of this grief</span></h6> <p style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">posant la dernière bûche / sur le feu - / le poids de ce chagrin<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: right; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Sanjuktaa Asopa</span></p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">*<br /></span></div> <h6 style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: normal;" class="western"> </h6><h6 style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: normal;" class="western"><span style="font-size:130%;">lingering grief -<br />the indecent red<br />of geraniums</span></h6> <div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">chagrin persistant - / le rouge indécent / des géraniums</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Sprite London<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div> <h6 style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: normal;" class="western"> </h6><h6 style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: normal;" class="western"><span style="font-size:130%;">cherry blossoms<br />were they so bright last spring?<br />second year widow</span></h6> <div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">fleurs de cerisier / étaient elles si vives le printemps dernier ? / deux ans veuve<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Vivian Moore McKinnon<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">*</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div> <h6 style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: normal;" class="western"><span style="font-size:130%;">L’orage de mai<br />au dessus du cimetière<br />reste muet.</span></h6><p><span style="font-size:100%;">the May storm / above the cemetery / remains silent.</span><br /></p> <p style="text-align: right; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Patrick Fétu</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">*</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></span></div> <h6 style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: normal;" class="western"><span style="font-size:130%;">Pluie interminable-<br />Et mon chagrin infini<br />De devoir mourir !</span></h6><p>Endless rain - / That I will die / The infinite sorrow !<br /></p> <p style="text-align: right; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Patrick Somprou</span></p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">*</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></span></p> <h6 style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: normal;" class="western"><span style="font-size:130%;">the rain<br />almost a friend<br />this funeral </span></h6><p>la pluie / presque un ami / à ces funérailles<br /></p> <p style="text-align: right; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Alan Summers</span></p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">*</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></span> </p> <h6 style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: normal;" class="western"><span style="font-size:130%;">winter sun<br />my shadow longer<br />than the grave</span></h6><p>soleil d'hiver / mon ombre plus longue / que la tombe<br /></p> <p style="text-align: right; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Mark E Brager</span></p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">*</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></span></p> <h6 style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: normal;" class="western"><span style="font-size:130%;">cold morning<br />the family circle grows<br />under marble</span></h6><p>matin froid / le cercle de famille s'agrandit / sous le marbre<br /></p> <p style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"> </p> <p style="text-align: right; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Danièle Duteil</span></p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">*</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></span></p> <h6 style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: normal;" class="western"><span style="font-size:130%;">grandma stopped knitting -<br />my house bereft of lilac<br />for always</span></h6><p>mamie a cessé de tricotter - / ma maison dépourvue de lilas /à jamais<br /></p> <p style="text-align: right; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Cristina Monica Moldoveanu</span></p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">*</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></span></p> <h6 style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: normal;" class="western"><span style="font-size:130%;">falling petals<br />the phone call I hoped<br />never to receive</span></h6><p>chute des pétales / le coup de téléphone que j'espérais / ne jamais recevoir<br /></p> <p style="text-align: right; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Cara Holman</span></p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">*</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></span></p> <h6 style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: normal;" class="western"><span style="font-size:130%;">graveside<br />my breasts<br />leaking</span></h6><p>près de la tombe / mes seins / coulent<br /></p> <p style="text-align: right; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Nora Chisnell</span></p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">*</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></span></p> <h6 style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: normal;" class="western"><span style="font-size:130%;">scent of hyacinth<br />soft curls<br />I will never brush</span></h6><p>parfum de hyacinthe / douces boucles / que je ne brosserai jamais<br /></p> <p style="text-align: right; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Dawn Frees</span></p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">*</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></span></p> <h6 style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: normal;" class="western"><span style="font-size:130%;">endless space<br />within the rusted shell<br />I crouch upon</span></h6> <p style="text-align: right; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Kathy Earsman</span></p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">*</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></span></p> <h6 style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: normal;" class="western"><span style="font-size:130%;">evening mist<br />among her withered roses<br />the scent of grief</span></h6><p>brume du soir / parmi les roses fanées / le parfum du chagrin<br /></p> <p style="text-align: right; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Alee Imperial Albano</span></p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">*</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></span></p> <h6 style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: normal;" class="western"><span style="font-size:130%;">her scars ….<br />a hidden piece<br />of broken glass</span></h6><p>ses cicatrices ... / un morceau caché / de verre brisé<br /></p> <p style="text-align: right; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Annie Juhl</span></p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">*</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></span></p> <h6 style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: normal;" class="western"><span style="font-size:130%;">heavy downpour~<br />images swim<br />in her eyes</span></h6><p>pluie torrentielle - /des images nagent / dans ses yeux<br /></p> <p style="text-align: right; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Jayashree Maniyil</span></p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">*</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></span></p> <h6 style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: normal;" class="western"><span style="font-size:130%;">who will call me now<br />by my other name . . .<br />soft rain falling</span></h6><p>qui m'appellera à présent / par mon autre nom ... / tombe une douce pluie<br /></p> <p style="text-align: right; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Margaret Dornaus</span></p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">*</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></span></p> <h6 style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: normal;" class="western"><span style="font-size:130%;">death song . . .<br />singing her to sleep<br />one last time</span></h6> <p style="text-align: right; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Margaret Dornaus</span></p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">*</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></span></p> <h6 style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: normal;" class="western"><span style="font-size:130%;">sudden death<br />he lies on her grave<br />until dawn</span></h6><p>mort soudaine / allongé sur sa tombe / jusqu'à l'aube<br /></p> <p style="text-align: right; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Stevie Strang</span></p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">*</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></span></p> <h6 style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: normal;" class="western"><span style="font-size:130%;">après les douleurs<br />un masque blanc<br />sur son visage</span></h6><p>after the pain / a white mask / on her face<br /></p> <p style="text-align: right; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Philippe Quinta</span></p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">*</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></span></p> <h6 style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: normal;" class="western"><span style="font-size:130%;">winter plowing -<br />grief has grown again<br />like cynodon</span></h6><p style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"> </p><p>winter plowing - / grief has grown again / like cynodon<br /></p> <p style="text-align: right; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Vincent Hoarau</span></p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">*</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"> </p><h6 style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: normal;" class="western"><span style="font-size:130%;">l’herbe près de l’allée<br />touche la dalle<br />Comme une caresse</span></h6><p>the herb near the alley / touches the slab / like a caress<br /></p> <p style="text-align: right; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Marlène Alexa</span></p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">*</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></span></p><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-9182844463875528590?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-87263970716092745632012-02-07T01:08:00.001-08:002012-02-07T01:09:09.409-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />le métro glisse ...<br />le revêtement de sol<br />est une peau de serpent<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-8726397071609274563?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-4104901682936801102012-02-07T01:05:00.000-08:002012-02-07T01:07:42.787-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">un papillon<br />épinglé dans son cadre -<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">premiers beaux jours<br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">a butterly<br />pinned in its frame -<br />first sunny days<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Vincent Hoarau<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /></div></div><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-410490168293680110?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-40045302562560150912012-02-06T13:48:00.000-08:002012-02-06T15:38:47.452-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"> <p>*</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>family photo<br />the ex husbands arm<br />remains in the frame</p> <p>photo de famille / le bras de l'ex-mari /encore dans le cadre<br /></p><p style="text-align: right;">Bret Mars</p><p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p>*</p><p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p> </p><p>our first apartment<br />late dad sees us<br />through a new frame</p><p>notre première maison / feu mon père nous voit / à travers un nouveau cadre<br /></p> <p style="text-align: right;">John Tiong Chunghoo</p><p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p>*</p><p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p> </p><p>antique store<br />in a dusty frame<br />some man's bride<br /></p><p>magasin d'antiquités / dans un cadre poussiéreux / la mariée de quelqu'un<br /></p> <p style="text-align: right;">Terri Hale French</p><p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p>*</p><p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p> </p><p>poet<br />frames the moment -<br />butterfly</p><p>le poète /encadre le moment - / papillon<br /></p><p style="text-align: right;">Hansha Teki</p><p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p>*</p><p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p> </p><p>no frame<br />I want the freedom<br />of the stream</p><p>pas de cadre / Je veux la liberté / du ruisseau</p><p style="text-align: right;">Tatyana Georgyeva</p><p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p>*</p><p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p> </p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">musée –<br />les visiteurs attirés<br />par le cadre vide</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">museum - / visitors attracted / by the empty frame<br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;">Philippe Quinta</p><p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">*</p><p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"> </p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">framed in a frozen puddle<br />all the stars<br />i could wish for</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">encadrées par une mare gelée / toutes les étoiles / que je pourrais souhaiter</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> </p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;">Johannes S H Bjerg</p><br /><p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> *<br /><p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p><br /><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">a Turner<br />without a frame. . .<br />winter sky</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">un Turner / sans cadre ... / ciel d'hiver<br /></p><br /><div style="text-align: right;">Claire Everett<br /></div><br /><p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> *<br /><p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p><br /><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">seul dans la cuisine -<br />le cadre de la fenêtre<br />sur un grain de raisin</p><br />alone in the kitchen - / the frame of the window / on a grape<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">Damien Gabriels<br /></div><br /><p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> *<br /><p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p><br /><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">chaleur du feu -<br />dans le cadre de la fenêtre<br />paysage hivernal</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;">Virginia Popescu</p><p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">*</p><p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"> </p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Doré et pompeux<br />autour de son haïga<br />- l'artiste en colère</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">goldish and pompous / around his haïga / - the artist is angry<br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;">Patrick Somprou</p> <br /><p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> *<br /><p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p><br /><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">Salon de peinture-<br />s'échappant de leur cadre<br />des chevaux pur sang</p><br /><div style="text-align: right;">Anne Brousmiche<br /></div><br /><p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> *<br /><p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">commercial break<br />a cloud halo frames<br />the gibbous moon</p><br />pause publicité / un halo de nuages encadre / la lune gibbeuse<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">Johnye Strickland<br /></div><br /><p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> *<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-4004530256256015091?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-75566519214478614132012-02-05T11:20:00.000-08:002012-02-05T11:22:35.496-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />désolation hivernale -<br />du jaune d’œuf a séché<br />dans la vieille poêle<br /><br /><h6 style="font-weight: normal;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span class="messageBody">winter desolation - /dried egg yolk / in the old pan</span></h6><br /><br />Vincent Hoarau<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-7556651921447861413?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-84489353537967574862012-02-05T10:50:00.001-08:002012-02-05T11:10:39.231-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;">promise of spring<br />her sister's fertile eggs<br />in her uterus<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: center;">promesse du printemps / les oeufs fertiles de sa soeur / dans son utérus<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: right;">Stevie Strang<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;">wintry morning<br />two suns on her boiling pan<br />collide</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;">matin venteux / deux soleils sur sa poêle bouillante / entrent en collision</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;">Alee Imperial Albano</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;">*</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"> </p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;">she treads<br />on his egg shell silence<br />waning moon</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;">Alee Imperial Albano</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;">*</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"> </p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;">grand froid<br />les œufs soudain devenus<br />tout petits</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;">cold weather / suddenly the eggs became / tiny</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;">Danièle Duteil</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;">*</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"> </p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;">après une nuit glacée<br />le soleil sort<br />de sa coquille</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;">cold night ends... / the sun comes out / of its shell</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;">Coralie Berhault-Creuzet</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;">*</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;">spring mist -</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;">the smell of crème brûlée</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;">from an open window</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;">brume du printemps - / une odeur de crème brûlée / par une fenêtre ouverte</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;">Tzetzka Ilieva</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;">*</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"> </p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;">hatching<br />from spider eggs...<br />full moon pearls</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;">éclosion / des oeufs d'araignée ... / perles de pleine lune</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;">Carole Herzog Johnson</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;">*<br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"></p></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-8448935353796757486?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-32036857688249507552012-02-04T08:52:00.000-08:002012-02-04T09:12:21.691-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="western"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;font-size:130%;">grand froid -<br />le chien fume<br />plus que moi</span></h6><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Philippe Quinta</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">*</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="western"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;font-size:130%;">froid mordant -<br />il ne reste plus rien<br />sur l'os du chien</span></h6> <h6 style="text-align: center;" class="western"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;font-size:130%;">biting cold -<br />there's nothing left<br />on the dog's bone</span></h6> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Vincent Hoarau<br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="western"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;font-size:130%;">cold snap -<br />a stray dog bares his teeth<br />at the wind</span></h6><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Stella Pierides<br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="western"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;font-size:130%;">paw prints<br />in the woodland mud<br />a frozen moment</span></h6><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Rachel Green<br /></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">*</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="western"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;font-size:130%;"><br />lonely night<br />across the canyon a dog barks<br />continuously</span></h6><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Stevie Strang<br /></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">*</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="western"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;font-size:130%;">let's go, let's go</span></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="western"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;font-size:130%;">faster, faster<br />ears flapping in wind</span></h6><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Billy Joe Howell-Sinnard<br /></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">*</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="western"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;font-size:130%;">our morning walk<br />my breath above hers<br />In the dog park</span></h6><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Kat Creighton<br /></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">*</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="western"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;font-size:130%;">dog days . . .<br />the one track mind<br />of summer</span></h6><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Ted Van Zutphen<br /></span></p><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="western"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="western"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="western"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="western"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="western"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="western"><span style="font-size:130%;">*</span></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="western"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="western"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="western"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="western"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="western"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;font-size:130%;"><br />sunlit bridge<br />a boy encourages his imaginary dog<br />to cross</span></h6><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Tzetzka Ilieva<br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="western"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;font-size:130%;">two dog-walkers<br />meet -<br />two conversations</span></h6><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Dave Serjeant<br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="western"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;font-size:130%;"><br />neighborhood shrine<br />even the shishi<br />are silent</span></h6><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Judith Gorgone<br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="western"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;font-size:130%;">Sous la lune d’hiver<br />blotti contre ses trois chiens<br />-Quelqu’un dort</span></h6><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Patrick Somprou</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">*</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p> <h6 style="text-align: center;" class="western"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;font-size:130%;">Dans son regard<br />toute la misère du monde…<br />pour un morceau de sucre.</span></h6><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Patrick Fétu<br /></span></p> <h6 style="text-align: center;" class="western"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></h6><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">*</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p> <h6 style="text-align: center;" class="western"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;font-size:130%;">ruelle grise -<br />un amas de couverture<br />en chien de fusil</span></h6><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Damien Gabriels</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">*</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="western"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;font-size:130%;">Première neige<br />En pissant le chien aussi<br />Fait un trou parfait</span></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="western"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;font-size:130%;"><br />(inspiré d'un haïku de Issa)</span></h6><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Franck Vasseur<br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="western"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;font-size:130%;">left-over bones<br />waiting for the same<br />stray dog ...</span></h6><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">John Hawk<br /></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">*</span><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-3203685768824950755?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-44769600597795726372012-02-04T02:31:00.000-08:002012-02-04T02:49:37.638-08:00<h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span class="messageBody" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">*</span></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span class="messageBody" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">bourrasque de neige -<br />au-dessus du rond-point<br />la pleine lune<br /></span></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}">*</h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span class="messageBody" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}"><br />à la pleine lune<br /><span class="text_exposed_show"> la neige redonne<br />tout son éclat<br /></span></span></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}">*</h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span class="messageBody" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}"><span class="text_exposed_show"><br />fouetté<br />par des rafales de neige<br />la lune impassible<br /></span></span></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}">*</h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span class="messageBody" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}"><span class="text_exposed_show"><br />jour glacial -<br />il neige<br />jusqu'à la lune</span></span></h6><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">*</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span class="messageBody" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">lune du loup -<br />des jeunes fracassent une vitre<br />en hurlant<br /></span></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}">*</h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span class="messageBody" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}"><br />journée de fou ...<br /><span class="text_exposed_show"> goûter le silence<br />de la neige au soleil<br /></span></span></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: 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style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}">*</h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span class="messageBody" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}"><span class="text_exposed_show"><br />froid coupant<br />des éclats de verre<br />à l'arrêt de bus<br /></span></span></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}">*</h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span class="messageBody" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}"><span class="text_exposed_show"><br />lèvres gercées -<br />sur le pont où il se rend<br />il gèle à pierre fendre<br /></span></span></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}">*</h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span class="messageBody" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}"><span class="text_exposed_show"><br />tu n'es rien<br />m'a soufflé à l'oreille<br />le vent d'hiver<br /></span></span></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}">*</h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span class="messageBody" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}"><span class="text_exposed_show"><br />neige au soleil -<br />je voudrais mourir<br />paisiblement</span></span></h6><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">*<br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-4476960059779572637?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-68695002259324060792012-02-03T07:20:00.000-08:002012-02-03T09:01:38.032-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;">night catfishing<br />the moon sinks to the bottom<br />of my whiskey flask</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;">pêche au poisson-chat / la lune coule au fond / de ma flasque de whisky<br /></p> <p style="text-align: right;">John Hawk</p> <p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p> <p>temps immobile -<br />en rêve je voyage<br />à dos de poisson-chat</p><p><br /></p><p>time stops/ I keep flying/ on a catfish</p> <p style="text-align: right;">Coralie Berhault Creuzet</p> <p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>gathering dusk -<br />the last catch of the day<br />catfish</p><p>le crépuscule se referme /dernière prise de la journée / le poisson-chat<br /></p> <p style="text-align: right;">Sanjuktaa Asopa</p><p style="text-align: right;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: right;"><br /></p> <p>child tosses crumbs<br />catfish rises from shallows<br />laughing</p><p>l'enfant jette des miettes / le poisson-chat remonte des profondeurs / riant</p><p style="text-align: right;">Bruce Ruoff</p> <p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>five o'clock shadow -<br />a catfish stirs the circle<br />of his rusty pail</p><p>ombre de cinq heures - / un silure remue le cercle / de son seau rouillé<br /></p> <p style="text-align: right;">Michèle Harvey</p> <p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>n'empêchera pas<br />les cerisiers de refleurir<br />~ le poisson-chat</p><p>he won't prevent / the cherry-trees from blooming / ~ the catfish<br /> </p> <p style="text-align: right;">Jean-Claude Bikko Nonnet</p> <p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>you say I'm<br />too sensitive for this world...<br />catfish</p><p>tu dis que je suis / trop sensible pour ce monde ... / poisson-chat<br /></p> <p style="text-align: right;">Claire Everett</p> <p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>call of the loon<br />for the first time feeling sorry<br />for catfish</p><p>cri du huard / pour la première fois j'ai pitié / du silure<br /></p> <p style="text-align: right;">Heather MacDonald</p> <p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>shooting star —<br />through the languid water<br />a catfish stirs</p><p>étoile filante - / à travers l'eau languissante / remue un silure<br /></p> <p style="text-align: right;">Kent Dorsey</p> <p>lazy summer day-<br />the length of grandpa's<br />catfish tale</p><p>jour d'été paresseux - /longue l'histoire du poisson-chat / de papy<br /></p> <p style="text-align: right;">Carmen Sterba</p> <p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>catfish gumbo --<br />when I close my eyes</p><p>the snow is gone</p><p>gumbo de poisson-chat - / si je ferme les yeux / la neige disparait<br /></p> <p style="text-align: right;">Paul David Mena</p> <p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>closing time<br />the aquarium catfish<br />rests on its barbels</p><p>heure de fermeture / le silure de l'aquarium repose / sur ses barbillons<br /></p> <p style="text-align: right;">Dave Serjeant</p> <p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>De-ci, de-là<br />les ablettes frétillent<br />jouant à poisson-chat !</p><p>Here and there / the bleaks wriggle / playing catfish<br /></p> <p style="text-align: right;">Patrick Fétu</p> <p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>reflet sur le bocal<br />le poisson rouge porte<br />les moustaches du chat</p><p>reflection on the fishbowl - / the goldfish wears / cat whiskers<br /></p> <p style="text-align: right;">Vincent Hoarau</p> <p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /><br /></p> <p><br /><span jsid="text" class="commentBody"></span></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-6869500225932406079?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-5968641698389919322012-02-02T10:36:00.000-08:002012-02-02T10:45:48.452-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />une barque<br />manque le bateau ...<br />aube froide ...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">Hansha Teki<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />baie de la Mer noire<br />deux bateaux naviguent<br />dans l'aube<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">Maya Lyubenova<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Dans sa pêcherie<br />il rêve à ses courses au large<br />le vieux matelot.<br /><div style="text-align: right;">Patrick Fetu<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />un petit bateau<br />sur le canal fait la course<br />avec l'orage<br /><div style="text-align: right;">Vincent Hoarau<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />sous la neige<br />et sur la mer calme<br />flotte un chalutier<br /><div style="text-align: right;">Philippe Quinta<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />ces lumières<br />un bateau<br />ou des etoiles ?<br /><div style="text-align: right;">Marlene Alexa<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />port désert<br />le chalutier à l'ancre<br />couvert de mouettes<br /><div style="text-align: right;">Daniele Duteil<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />ile<br />appel aux bateaux blancs<br />du large<br /><div style="text-align: right;">Marlene Alexa<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />bancs de glace<br />la rivière charrie<br />l'hiver<br /><div style="text-align: right;">Claire Gardien<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />d'un hublot<br />embrasser des yeux<br />un paquebot<br /><div style="text-align: right;">Benoit Moreault<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />sur le ponton<br />la neige<br />intacte<br /><div style="text-align: right;">Philippe Quinta<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />La goélette<br />vogue vers les amériques -<br />sur le vieux buffet<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">Françoise Lonquety<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />sunk without trace<br />the boat we built together<br /><div style="text-align: right;">Katie Grant<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />empty boat<br />filled to the brim<br />with moonlight<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />last ferry home -<br />the moon snuggles down<br />in the boat's curve<br /><div style="text-align: right;">Sanjuktaa Asopa<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">*<br /></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-596864169838991932?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-5444133062317002552012-02-02T09:49:00.000-08:002012-02-02T10:34:21.939-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;" jsid="text" class="commentBody"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span>Quelques uns de mes coups de coeur du jour des concours de NaHaWriMo en français et en anglais.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;" jsid="text" class="commentBody"></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;" jsid="text" class="commentBody"><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />à moitié mangée -<br />une journée d'été<br />avec couverture nuageuse<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: arial;" jsid="text" class="commentBody">Jayashree Maniyil</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;" jsid="text" class="commentBody"></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;" jsid="text" class="commentBody"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />dernier quartier -<br />une échelle abandonnée<br />au pied du pommier<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: arial;" jsid="text" class="commentBody">Françoise Lonquety</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;" jsid="text" class="commentBody"></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;" jsid="text" class="commentBody"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />une pomme nue<br />à côté<br />de sa peau épluchée<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: arial;" jsid="text" class="commentBody">Donall Dempsey</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;" jsid="text" class="commentBody"></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;" jsid="text" class="commentBody"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />lacs gelés<br />crème fouettée fondant<br />sur une pomme au four<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: arial;" jsid="text" class="commentBody">Annie Juhl</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;" jsid="text" class="commentBody"></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;" jsid="text" class="commentBody"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />fin du sermon ...<br />il me glisse la moitié<br />de sa pomme<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: arial;" jsid="text" class="commentBody">Pris Campbell</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;" jsid="text" class="commentBody"></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;" jsid="text" class="commentBody"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />premier pommier<br />le nom d'un oiseau<br />m'échappe<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: arial;" jsid="text" class="commentBody">Chrissi Villa</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;" jsid="text" class="commentBody"></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;" jsid="text" class="commentBody"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />levant mon parapluie<br />les branches des pommes dorées<br />hors de portée<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: arial;" jsid="text" class="commentBody">Cristina-Monica Moldoveanu</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;" jsid="text" class="commentBody"></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;" jsid="text" class="commentBody"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Je voyage<br />dans un conte de fée hivernal -<br />Monts Rodopy<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: arial;" jsid="text" class="commentBody">Tatyana Georgieva</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;" jsid="text" class="commentBody"></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;" jsid="text" class="commentBody"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />j'ajoute le mien :<br /><br />partout autour<br />des choses qui meurent et qui tombent -<br />pomme acidulée<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: arial;" jsid="text" class="commentBody">Vincent Hoarau<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;" jsid="text" class="commentBody"></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;" jsid="text" class="commentBody">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />les chèvres s'en moquent<br />si les pommes ne sont encore<br />que de dures boules vertes<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: arial;" jsid="text" class="commentBody">Patsy Turner</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;" jsid="text" class="commentBody"></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;" jsid="text" class="commentBody"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />étoile du matin ...<br />sûre du cœur de la pomme<br />mais pas du mien<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: arial;" jsid="text" class="commentBody">Claire Everett</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;" jsid="text" class="commentBody"></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;" jsid="text" class="commentBody"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />la jeunesse<br />des pépins murmurant<br />maintenant<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: arial;" jsid="text" class="commentBody">Louis Osofsky</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;" jsid="text" class="commentBody"></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;" jsid="text" class="commentBody"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />petite pomme<br />dans le jardin enneigé<br />le rouge gorge<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: arial;" jsid="text" class="commentBody">Coralie Berhault Creuzet </span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;" jsid="text" class="commentBody"></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;" jsid="text" class="commentBody"><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-544413306231700255?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-66470913541678387902012-02-01T01:00:00.001-08:002012-02-01T01:01:00.108-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />marché sous la neige ...<br />ils ont l'air calcinés<br />les avocats<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-6647091354167838790?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-82292623636522232542012-01-31T12:09:00.000-08:002012-01-31T12:10:10.799-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />dimanche des flocons ...<br />le bébé apprend<br />à caresser<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-8229262363652223254?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-6236355961759897282012-01-28T04:27:00.001-08:002012-01-28T04:27:27.531-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />grands arbres maigres -<br />les jambes flageolantes,<br />l'homme grippé<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-623635596175989728?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-23899968636384469802012-01-28T04:26:00.003-08:002012-01-28T04:26:57.662-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />labours d'hiver -<br />le chagrin a repoussé<br />comme le chiendent<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-2389996863638446980?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-35972032208719006692012-01-28T04:26:00.001-08:002012-01-28T04:26:27.515-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />après l'opération<br />elle marche sur la pointe<br />des herbes<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-3597203220871900669?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-81563900985897329042012-01-28T04:25:00.001-08:002012-01-28T04:25:54.055-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />brouillard givrant -<br />un pas de plus et la forêt<br />s'effrite<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-8156390098589732904?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-9866376106422685742012-01-28T02:52:00.000-08:002012-01-28T04:25:05.706-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />il a l'air si nu<br />le bouleau sous la lune -<br />quel froid !<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-986637610642268574?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-63719240134371839712012-01-22T00:35:00.000-08:002012-01-22T00:36:36.103-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"en silence</div><div style="text-align: center;">le pollen aux quatre vents"</div><div style="text-align: center;">points de suspension</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-6371924013437183971?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-68600594423592631382012-01-22T00:32:00.000-08:002012-01-22T00:33:40.841-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">veille de printemps -</div><div style="text-align: center;">en panne</div><div style="text-align: center;">rue des Hirondelles</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-6860059442359263138?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-50992384159479498632012-01-20T13:12:00.000-08:002012-01-20T13:13:22.291-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">il a l'air si nu</div><div style="text-align: center;">le bouleau sous la lune -</div><div style="text-align: center;">quel froid !</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-5099238415947949863?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-44210547906271619722012-01-20T13:09:00.000-08:002012-01-20T13:10:25.061-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">lourde neige -</div><div style="text-align: center;">me revient encore</div><div style="text-align: center;">le cri du chaton</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-4421054790627161972?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-6976000103491656552012-01-20T13:06:00.000-08:002012-01-20T13:08:58.990-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">brouillard givrant -</div><div style="text-align: center;">un pas de plus et la forêt</div><div style="text-align: center;">s'effrite</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-697600010349165655?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-90147192297421695902012-01-20T12:54:00.000-08:002012-01-20T13:04:20.687-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">longue attente ...</div><div style="text-align: center;">faucheux recroquevillé</div><div style="text-align: center;">brûlé par le froid</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-9014719229742169590?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-68666935074324756762012-01-15T13:15:00.000-08:002012-01-15T13:16:08.118-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />humide et froid<br />et plein d'odeur de bois brûlé<br />mon nez en janvier<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-6866693507432475676?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-18891399325005131222012-01-15T13:13:00.000-08:002012-01-15T13:14:07.460-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Seafrance liquidé -<br />huit cents familles<br />à la dérive ...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-1889139932500513122?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-83347831018345211702012-01-15T13:11:00.000-08:002012-01-15T13:12:33.024-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />caressant son téton<br />du bout des doigts -<br />l'étoile du berger<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-8334783101834521170?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-74945908667039378932012-01-15T13:10:00.001-08:002012-01-15T13:10:53.205-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />après l'opération<br />elle marche sur la pointe<br />des herbes<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-7494590866703937893?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-11058146899786469642012-01-15T13:09:00.001-08:002012-01-15T13:09:46.049-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />pleine lune -<br />le bébé dans son lit<br />fixe la porte<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-1105814689978646964?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-88088696744498124642012-01-15T13:05:00.000-08:002012-01-15T13:08:59.211-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />pleine lune -<br />elle écarte le rideau<br />et regarde<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-8808869674449812464?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-79674619438122581412012-01-06T14:21:00.000-08:002012-01-06T14:22:54.675-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />bleu exsangue<br />le ciel de la gare<br />ligoté<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-7967461943812258141?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-64514508608288493362012-01-06T14:09:00.000-08:002012-01-06T14:10:27.367-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />cent fois aujourd'hui<br />elle m'a fait au revoir<br />la main du bébé<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-6451450860828849336?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-75095149084499577032012-01-06T14:03:00.000-08:002012-01-06T14:04:17.907-08:00<h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span class="messageBody">*</span></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="messageBody">tempête hivernale -</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="messageBody"> plus le vent souffle</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="messageBody"> plus le poêle ronronne</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="messageBody"></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="messageBody"> </span></span></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="messageBody"><br />winter storm -<br />the more the wind blows<br />the more the stove purrs</span></span></h6><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">*<br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-7509514908449957703?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-11873828067694762962012-01-06T13:59:00.000-08:002012-01-06T14:02:55.348-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span class="messageBody" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">*</span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="messageBody" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">après le déluge<br />des guitares saturées<br />seul dans la nuit froide</span></span></h6><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>*<br /></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-1187382806769476296?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-80076471421619679362012-01-01T02:26:00.000-08:002012-01-01T02:49:56.439-08:00.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />calme vierge inexistant<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />le monde<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />au premier matin de l'an<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />le ciel<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />figé de blanc<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />les rues<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />immobiles<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />les oiseaux<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />feuilles noires<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />l'univers<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />en suspens<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />pas un souffle<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />pas un frémissement<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />pendant quelques heures<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />le premier matin de l'an<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />les hommes ne sont plus<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />plus rien n'est, n'était, ne sera ...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />à la fenêtre<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />le monde du premier de l'an<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />est une photographie<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />en noir et blanc<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />le premier matin de l'an<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />les deux pages blanches<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />du livre<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />le vide<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />entre la fin<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />et le commencement<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-8007647142161967936?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-67542129253668356472012-01-01T02:24:00.000-08:002012-01-01T02:25:53.923-08:00<h6 style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="messageBody" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">*</span></span></h6><h6 style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="messageBody" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">la faire valser<br />dans sa belle robe grenat<br />avant la mise en bouche</span></span></h6><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">*</span><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-6754212925366835647?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-2813077416646390752012-01-01T02:04:00.000-08:002012-01-01T02:05:49.972-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />oh, marraine ...<br />là-bas, la nuit recouvre<br />le Piton des Neiges<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-281307741664639075?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-6906147227774163972012-01-01T01:59:00.000-08:002012-01-01T02:00:49.727-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">nulle empreinte</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">dans la neige bleue du matin -</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">nouvelle année ...</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-690614722777416397?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-64644770643689264762012-01-01T01:56:00.000-08:002012-01-01T01:57:51.717-08:00*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Des éclaircies radieuses<br />par un long jour de pluie -<br />fin de l'année.<br />Vous que j'ai tant pleurés<br />et vous mes tendres rires.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span class="messageBody" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}"><br /></span></h6><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-6464477064368926476?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-8534947477752257192012-01-01T01:54:00.000-08:002012-01-01T01:55:56.770-08:00*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Tombe la dernière nuit<br />d'une année de deuils profonds.<br />Demain, dès l'aube ...<br />les petits cris de mon moineau<br />dans son berceau.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span class="messageBody" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}"><br /></span></h6><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-853494747775225719?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-28111851624106723372012-01-01T01:52:00.000-08:002012-01-01T01:54:15.089-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x-KTZ69mi4s/TwAtNx4Zz6I/AAAAAAAABNE/jSTK0Naq-Ms/s1600/Claude%2BMonet%2B-%2BLa%2Bpie.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x-KTZ69mi4s/TwAtNx4Zz6I/AAAAAAAABNE/jSTK0Naq-Ms/s400/Claude%2BMonet%2B-%2BLa%2Bpie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692599643747766178" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span jsid="text" class="commentBody">première neige de l'an -</span><br /><span jsid="text" class="commentBody"> par la barrière entrouverte</span><br /><span jsid="text" class="commentBody"> le soleil</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-2811185162410672337?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-20563598228381370602012-01-01T01:50:00.000-08:002012-01-01T01:51:58.013-08:00*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Bain de mousse<br />et champagne frais -<br />la dernière nuit de l'an.<br />Au milieu des bulles éclatent<br />les rires d'un jeune couple.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span class="messageBody" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}"><br /></span></h6><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-2056359822838137060?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-10473753346002941982011-12-31T02:19:00.000-08:002011-12-31T02:20:03.187-08:00<h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span class="messageBody" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">*</span></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span class="messageBody" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">le rouge du crépuscule<br />dans les antennes des toits -<br />nouvelles de massacres</span></h6><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">*<br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-1047375334600294198?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-14666977204462616182011-12-31T02:17:00.000-08:002011-12-31T02:18:51.513-08:00<h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="messageBody" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">*</span></span></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="messageBody" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">si vaste le monde -<br />mon bébé ouvre grand<br />sa bouche</span></span></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="messageBody" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}"></span></span></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="messageBody" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">si vaste le monde -<br />à quatre pattes, mon bébé<br />tangue encore un peu</span></span></h6><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">*<br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-1466697720446261618?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-42962648142700381462011-12-31T02:13:00.000-08:002011-12-31T02:16:13.463-08:00<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}">Quelques haïku inspirés par les photos de Spetson Romain :</h6><p>http://www.spetson-art.com/#!__au-calme</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><h6 style="text-align: center; font-weight: normal;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="messageBody" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">rivière au couchant -<br />je ne l'échangerais pas<br />pour tout l'or du monde</span></span></h6><h6 style="text-align: center; font-weight: normal;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span class="messageBody" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}"></span></span></h6><h6 style="text-align: center; font-weight: normal;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></h6><h6 style="text-align: center; font-weight: normal;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="messageBody" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">couchant incandescent -<br /><span class="text_exposed_show"> les pylônes électriques<br />rayonnent</span></span></span></h6><h6 style="text-align: center; font-weight: normal;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span class="messageBody" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}"></span></span></h6><h6 style="text-align: center; font-weight: normal;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></h6><h6 style="text-align: center; font-weight: normal;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="messageBody" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">solitude -<br />attiré par un vieil arbre<br />à contre-jour</span></span></h6><h6 style="text-align: center; font-weight: normal;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span class="messageBody" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}"></span></span></h6><h6 style="text-align: center; font-weight: normal;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></h6><h6 style="text-align: center; font-weight: normal;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="messageBody" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">silence du soir.<br />ne pas interrompre<br />la rivière ...</span></span></h6><h6 style="text-align: center; font-weight: normal;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span class="messageBody" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}"></span></span></h6><h6 style="text-align: center; font-weight: normal;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></h6><h6 style="text-align: center; font-weight: normal;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="messageBody" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">le calme du soir -<br />dans l'eau, un arbre plonge<br />sa crinière dorée</span></span></h6><h6 style="text-align: center; font-weight: normal;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span class="messageBody" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}"></span></span></h6><h6 style="text-align: center; font-weight: normal;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></h6><h6 style="text-align: center; font-weight: normal;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="messageBody" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">rose sur l'autre rive<br />la rivière doit avoir<br />un goût de sucre</span></span></h6><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-4296264814270038146?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-24710254826247179282011-12-31T02:11:00.001-08:002011-12-31T02:12:04.782-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />le soleil d'hiver<br />entre nos peaux ne fait pas<br />de différence<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-2471025482624717928?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-38267089221491197652011-12-31T02:06:00.000-08:002011-12-31T02:10:54.743-08:00<h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="messageBody" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">*</span></span></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: left;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="messageBody" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">De cette direction<br />un soleil si doux, si doux<br />se pose sur ma joue.<br />Et dire que là-bas<br />on tire sur la foule.</span></span></h6><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">*<br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-3826708922149119765?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-50267328526422673312011-12-29T02:17:00.000-08:002011-12-29T02:18:13.505-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />entre deux fêtes<br />un grand blanc -<br />ciel d'hiver<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-5026732852642267331?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-54172549071090863292011-12-29T02:12:00.000-08:002011-12-29T02:17:02.235-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />le rouge du crépuscule<br />dans les antennes immobiles -<br />nouvelles de massacres<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-5417254907109086329?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-75884849883029136112011-12-25T23:36:00.001-08:002011-12-25T23:36:56.460-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />sur mon épaule<br />tombe un flocon<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> ... cœur léger<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-7588484988302913611?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-7041510345364771432011-12-25T23:35:00.001-08:002011-12-25T23:35:44.824-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />nuit de Noël -<br />les bulles de champagnes<br />croisent les flocons<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-704151034536477143?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-56157189525014843262011-12-25T23:34:00.000-08:002011-12-25T23:35:01.641-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />un réverbère s'allume -<br />des guirlandes de flocons<br />dans l'arbre voisin<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-5615718952501484326?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-69351244597163013662011-12-21T09:20:00.001-08:002011-12-21T09:20:34.543-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />première neige -<br />le monde revient<br />au noir et blanc<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-6935124459716301366?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-68958917810058730782011-12-21T09:18:00.001-08:002011-12-21T09:19:37.704-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />bébé embouche<br />le cordon de connexion<br />"nouveau matériel détecté"<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-6895891781005873078?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-16525390486499009342011-12-21T09:17:00.002-08:002011-12-21T09:18:19.171-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />neige fondante -<br />de l'eau de l'eau de l'eau<br />jusque dans les entrailles<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-1652539048649900934?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-54837728762233759682011-12-21T09:17:00.001-08:002011-12-21T09:17:37.082-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />malade tout le jour -<br />après chaque chapitre<br />le ciel de neige<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-5483772876223375968?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-71697104764857841392011-12-21T09:15:00.000-08:002011-12-21T09:16:49.435-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />journée radieuse -<br />vingt soleils multicolores<br />dans le sapin<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-7169710476485784139?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-21421687118316034862011-12-21T09:14:00.000-08:002011-12-21T09:15:43.167-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />cent-soixante photos<br />le Père Noël<br />en a plein les bottes<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-2142168711831603486?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-49273853184789343752011-12-13T13:11:00.000-08:002011-12-13T13:12:35.794-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />le froid dans les rues -<br />l'odeur d'une bouffarde<br />donne à se réjouir<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-4927385318478934375?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-73687879536954049462011-12-13T13:09:00.000-08:002011-12-13T13:11:30.332-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />chat joueur -<br />le sapin<br />a perdu le bas<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-7368787953695404946?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-84096915597514435502011-12-13T13:08:00.001-08:002011-12-13T13:08:58.724-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />avant les Lumières<br />la fête quotidienne<br />du crépuscule<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-8409691559751443550?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-64621365435534032952011-12-13T13:06:00.000-08:002011-12-13T13:08:17.870-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />avant Noël<br />un arbuste décoré<br />d'une moufle<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />autour du sapin<br />la dernière guirlande<br />des yeux brillants<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-6462136543553403295?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-70154565253495010362011-12-13T13:05:00.000-08:002011-12-13T13:06:30.843-08:00<div style="text-align: left;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Avant l'aube<br />le chant d'un oiseau résonne<br />dans l'avenue glaciale.<br />Dans tous ces cœurs d'acier<br />il faudra que mon poème vibre !<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-7015456525349501036?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-18770676104944090062011-12-13T13:03:00.001-08:002011-12-13T13:04:56.573-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />lent jour d'automne .......................<br />perle après perle après perle<br />le collier des fillettes<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-1877067610494409006?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-71122908842342873942011-12-13T13:02:00.000-08:002011-12-13T13:03:04.623-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">*</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">soleil de décembre</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">tout surpris</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">de se trouver là</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">*</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-7112290884234287394?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-50461078782825874072011-12-13T13:01:00.001-08:002011-12-13T13:02:13.705-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />solitude ...<br />les petits bruits de ses chaussures<br />dans la terre humide<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />une algue brune<br />ondule dans l'eau froide ...<br />solitude<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-5046107878282587407?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-23333429498121761882011-12-13T12:58:00.000-08:002011-12-13T12:59:42.515-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />longue recherche<br />des lunettes pour mieux voir<br />le brouillard<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-2333342949812176188?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-58531579791749065422011-12-13T12:56:00.000-08:002011-12-13T12:58:40.324-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />arbres dénudés -<br />les affiches jaunies<br />des vieilles luttes<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />local syndical -<br />une odeur de murs moisis<br />et de tracts neufs<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-5853157979174906542?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-70986039050280503862011-11-27T14:06:00.000-08:002011-11-27T14:07:25.839-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">un poids sur les épaules</div><div style="text-align: center;">la dernière feuille</div><div style="text-align: center;">est tombée</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-7098603905028050386?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-38418471958309766422011-11-27T14:00:00.000-08:002011-11-27T14:01:32.667-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">novembre</div><div style="text-align: center;">est un air de jazz</div><div style="text-align: center;">qui sent le marron chaud</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-3841847195830976642?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-26256021113740148842011-11-27T13:14:00.000-08:002011-11-27T13:55:55.862-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">dimanche glacial -</div><div style="text-align: center;">la ville appartient tout entière</div><div style="text-align: center;">au chien blanc</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-2625602111374014884?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-47003452351090422642011-11-27T13:08:00.000-08:002011-11-27T13:12:25.347-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>long dimanche d'automne -<div>la vieille Singer de maman</div><div>est mon vaisseau spatial</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">long autumn sunday -</div><div style="text-align: right;">mum's old Singer</div><div style="text-align: right;">is ma space ship</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-4700345235109042264?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-5205215511106634802011-11-27T03:39:00.000-08:002011-11-27T03:40:28.923-08:00<h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="messageBody" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">*</span></span></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="messageBody" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">longue recherche<br />des lunettes pour mieux voir<br />le brouillard</span></span></h6><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">*<br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-520521551110663480?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-29409580104461371632011-11-14T08:25:00.000-08:002011-11-14T08:27:10.594-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>sur la lettre vierge<br />"prends soin de toi" ...<br />premières gelées<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;">on the blank letter<br />"take care of yourself"<br />- first frost<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">*<br /></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-2940958010446137163?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-25269272131015206012011-11-14T08:00:00.000-08:002011-11-14T08:06:49.292-08:00<h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="messageBody" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">*</span></span></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="messageBody" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">des feuilles brunies<br />dans l'eau froide du caniveau<br />- le soleil sombre<br />cette année écoulée<br />l'ai-je assez aimée ?<br /></span></span></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><br /></h6><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="messageBody" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}"><br />brown leaves<br />in the gutter's cold water<br />- sinking sun<br />this passed year<br />have I loved enough ?</span></span></h6><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">*<br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-2526927213101520601?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-66661475203984533412011-11-12T03:43:00.000-08:002011-11-12T03:44:11.155-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />gelée blanche à l'infini ...<br />le plus doux des soleils<br />entre dans la voiture<br />un nourrisson s'endort<br />bienheureux<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-6666147520398453341?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-44005520251675902872011-11-12T03:39:00.001-08:002011-11-12T03:41:52.966-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"prends soin de toi" ...<br />sur la plaine infinie<br />luit la gelée blanche<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-4400552025167590287?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-45561810402918586302011-11-12T03:37:00.000-08:002011-11-12T03:39:06.536-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Ta peau blanche<br />Tes dessous rouges -<br />une nuit de neige<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">your white skin<br />your red underwear -<br />snowy night<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-4556181040291858630?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-2062978308274256922011-11-12T03:35:00.000-08:002011-11-12T03:36:40.753-08:00*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />leaves are falling ...<br />i understand why you were<br />so afraid to forget<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">(pour Svetlana)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-206297830827425692?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-29610562263659324772011-11-12T03:34:00.000-08:002011-11-12T03:35:17.009-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />le ciel d'automne<br />et le nez du bébé<br />encombrés<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-2961056226365932477?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-4055084932004819692011-11-10T15:15:00.000-08:002011-11-10T15:16:08.011-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">rigueur -</div><div style="text-align: center;">les arbres de la rue</div><div style="text-align: center;">un peu plus dépouillés</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-405508493200481969?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-56750102378421616982011-11-10T14:06:00.000-08:002011-11-10T15:13:44.235-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">nuit noire -</div><div style="text-align: center;">dans la tranchée une clope</div><div style="text-align: center;">et une luciole</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-5675010237842161698?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-59634337593529764592011-11-10T14:00:00.001-08:002011-11-10T14:01:34.490-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">lequel d'entre vous</div><div style="text-align: center;">à croquer dans la lune</div><div style="text-align: center;">en pâte sablée ?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-5963433759352976459?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-82312593058434629222011-11-02T15:54:00.000-07:002011-11-02T16:59:08.684-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">et tandis que tombent</div><div style="text-align: center;">les premières feuilles</div><div style="text-align: center;">au soleil d'automne</div><div style="text-align: center;">il se dit que la vie est belle</div><div style="text-align: center;">tout compte fait.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-8231259305843462922?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-44656750031840607032011-11-02T15:41:00.000-07:002011-11-02T15:51:30.266-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">soleil d'automne -</div><div style="text-align: center;">combien de vieilles femmes ont souri</div><div style="text-align: center;">à mon bébé ?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-4465675003184060703?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-85564296179415770162011-11-02T15:40:00.001-07:002011-11-02T15:41:39.340-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">le vert des feuilles envolé</div><div style="text-align: center;">dans l'air flotte un parfum</div><div style="text-align: center;">d'eucalyptus</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-8556429617941577016?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-22309214349390272082011-11-02T15:38:00.000-07:002011-11-02T15:39:47.778-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">toujours sur le ventre</div><div style="text-align: center;">elle se couche</div><div style="text-align: center;">la feuille d'automne</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-2230921434939027208?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-1983455127009372602011-11-02T15:36:00.000-07:002011-11-02T15:37:56.891-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">éphémère</div><div style="text-align: center;">un poème écrit au dos</div><div style="text-align: center;">d'une feuille morte</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-198345512700937260?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-75663008392457756682011-11-02T15:20:00.000-07:002011-11-02T15:36:21.906-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">de biche en biche</div><div style="text-align: center;">un cerf brame</div><div style="text-align: center;">comme un vieux cochon</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-7566300839245775668?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-88815856756998292642011-10-30T02:49:00.000-07:002011-10-30T02:50:25.951-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />devant la banque<br />un ouvrier fait le ménage<br />à grande eau<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-8881585675699829264?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' 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/><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />arbres arrachés -<br />un air de piano résonne<br />sur la place vide<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-8421683243091320874?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-901287536385372452011-10-30T02:22:00.000-07:002011-10-30T02:24:14.936-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />l'enfant est partie -<br />dans le parc la corneille<br />picore une baie rouge<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-90128753638537245?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-78270609400597711232011-10-28T15:06:00.000-07:002011-10-28T15:08:47.663-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">J'écris ///</div><div style="text-align: center;">de profonds sillons</div><div style="text-align: center;">gras et luisants</div><div style="text-align: center;">la terre en respirant</div><div style="text-align: center;">se donne aux oiseaux.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Writing</div><div style="text-align: center;">deep furrows</div><div style="text-align: center;">fat and shiny</div><div style="text-align: center;">Breathing, the earth</div><div style="text-align: center;">gives itself to the birds.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-7827060940059771123?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-91311206667967360432011-10-28T14:59:00.000-07:002011-10-28T15:01:49.858-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Longue nuit -</div><div style="text-align: center;">pensant à tout ce qui me manque</div><div style="text-align: center;">et soudain la lune.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Son corps blanc et chaud</div><div style="text-align: center;">je le serre tout contre moi.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Long night -</div><div style="text-align: center;">thinking about all I lack of</div><div style="text-align: center;">and suddenly the moon.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Her white and warm body</div><div style="text-align: center;">I hold it tight.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-9131120666796736043?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545494186953287609.post-46548316062274734982011-10-28T14:46:00.000-07:002011-10-28T14:48:21.021-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">un peu</div><div style="text-align: left;">de ces soldats inconnus</div><div style="text-align: left;">dans l'eau que je puise ?</div><div style="text-align: right;">a bit</div><div style="text-align: right;">of these unknown soldiers</div><div style="text-align: right;">in the water I draw</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545494186953287609-4654831606227473498?l=vincent-calebasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040543528158977710noreply@blogger.com0