tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44472147487635890342024-03-18T00:00:31.993+01:002024 - Une année pour moiUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2796125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447214748763589034.post-88970687613426533682024-03-18T00:00:00.008+01:002024-03-18T00:00:00.144+01:00Citation de la semaine 12<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgC8RakTz1I4ThltkGLu1Vq1eiWXfctb77SVOvN9g3u5qNpb1NFbJPbzmmzZTVlnzVHAKZF5ItOsxxWlVLAxdLQfRCzUmhVkDCgW38GUB_80u_ZU1FMzZoNKkqEOcqpWViRVv1zrzWqEU65xl6I_iAubDy0230hVqtHkyubYpPy5FA0CArubeupwsKNIo/s1280/taj-mahal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="711" data-original-width="1280" height="356" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgC8RakTz1I4ThltkGLu1Vq1eiWXfctb77SVOvN9g3u5qNpb1NFbJPbzmmzZTVlnzVHAKZF5ItOsxxWlVLAxdLQfRCzUmhVkDCgW38GUB_80u_ZU1FMzZoNKkqEOcqpWViRVv1zrzWqEU65xl6I_iAubDy0230hVqtHkyubYpPy5FA0CArubeupwsKNIo/w640-h356/taj-mahal.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>"Le Taj Mahal s'élève au-dessus des rives du fleuve comme une larme solitaire suspendue sur la joue du temps." - Rabindranath Tagore</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447214748763589034.post-10195203032429857552024-03-11T00:00:00.009+01:002024-03-11T00:00:00.132+01:00Citation de la semaine 11<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9W29qHnqBUXjWqMHiKPrI1DfMzVhkmrsC07wpwr99hSWWwXj1Y_-qgr6KVSg4gf__36sdAKfxHzKPkH3xtEFPtvZ3G2Fp3IaqfLU4_CrDw0Q1w1i0IcSH7xbxI7dRSLLtL5wKF3BXsxIskNxliI7BKR6aElmWMx9zu-TPLL7qXjpIsgwgsxa3gaoUIPk/s1280/woman-5718089_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="851" data-original-width="1280" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9W29qHnqBUXjWqMHiKPrI1DfMzVhkmrsC07wpwr99hSWWwXj1Y_-qgr6KVSg4gf__36sdAKfxHzKPkH3xtEFPtvZ3G2Fp3IaqfLU4_CrDw0Q1w1i0IcSH7xbxI7dRSLLtL5wKF3BXsxIskNxliI7BKR6aElmWMx9zu-TPLL7qXjpIsgwgsxa3gaoUIPk/w640-h426/woman-5718089_1280.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>On ne voyage pas pour voyager mais pour avoir voyagé.</p><p>Alphonse Karr</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447214748763589034.post-70759100179985779012024-03-04T00:00:00.003+01:002024-03-04T00:00:00.246+01:00Citation de la semaine 10<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW3zAiSoqiApnQ4olbdGCOBApFQgzKp_1zbxG-_rXVQnTMga5eMGefIV9ILR8MRiHE2u_r9p5lymml83jAjWsDejhS8fwbc65meJ95Hch16kmicthYW1Dv0gKstyPw4wOtwbdaqO2P44i_OR8fHth2CSnUqnBDhfAZdchDMPNuOAcFIPK_7aGTG550ijY/s1280/jumping-8497720_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="1033" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW3zAiSoqiApnQ4olbdGCOBApFQgzKp_1zbxG-_rXVQnTMga5eMGefIV9ILR8MRiHE2u_r9p5lymml83jAjWsDejhS8fwbc65meJ95Hch16kmicthYW1Dv0gKstyPw4wOtwbdaqO2P44i_OR8fHth2CSnUqnBDhfAZdchDMPNuOAcFIPK_7aGTG550ijY/w516-h640/jumping-8497720_1280.jpg" width="516" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div><div>Rien ne vaut plus que la joie, pas même tout l'or et l'argent que contient l'univers.</div><div>Jacques Nteka Bokolo</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447214748763589034.post-27125607703678528022024-02-26T00:00:00.003+01:002024-02-26T00:00:00.125+01:00Citation de la semaine 9<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifRTkMLP2WLDBVkTCCCSPvXOeBIzgaFJYLXtXSLxbfr9eCRhDc0WGNY0G2umB7Tm1pTGLq3DfPAtgu25NxgK-drycZ9_FgK24rPNMBT2uzDaokLzP8GathhdWXhiGFTmlJBVy_HIPjTJd57IDGdReBzj3Gnm-H5aDcCBqoiF-mxZwpALWLHJdqMbe8-Rs/s1280/letters-2213632_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="853" data-original-width="1280" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifRTkMLP2WLDBVkTCCCSPvXOeBIzgaFJYLXtXSLxbfr9eCRhDc0WGNY0G2umB7Tm1pTGLq3DfPAtgu25NxgK-drycZ9_FgK24rPNMBT2uzDaokLzP8GathhdWXhiGFTmlJBVy_HIPjTJd57IDGdReBzj3Gnm-H5aDcCBqoiF-mxZwpALWLHJdqMbe8-Rs/w640-h426/letters-2213632_1280.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>La plus triste des choses, c'est quand la personne qui t'a donné les meilleurs souvenirs devient elle-même un souvenir.</p><p>Masashi Kishimoto</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447214748763589034.post-47436058497626858472024-02-19T00:00:00.008+01:002024-02-19T00:00:00.450+01:00Citation de la semaine 8<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivVsMy5vj8OU_Mze2IciZtRVZg80nUfY-h-gF70CNn5u5Bs_hWr0756vbuZRk3MgPSwSmBkOJF05Eg0FehclyW0FLGIpRWvLQ4KSoKOg19C1dmBfPYVpdPU034EiFfC518nwhouGE7uITbAyZelLNdpm6e-BIdkaUKYz7CDo5lyK-ElMp4bfWEtCqye1g/s1280/girl%20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="907" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivVsMy5vj8OU_Mze2IciZtRVZg80nUfY-h-gF70CNn5u5Bs_hWr0756vbuZRk3MgPSwSmBkOJF05Eg0FehclyW0FLGIpRWvLQ4KSoKOg19C1dmBfPYVpdPU034EiFfC518nwhouGE7uITbAyZelLNdpm6e-BIdkaUKYz7CDo5lyK-ElMp4bfWEtCqye1g/w454-h640/girl%20.jpg" width="454" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>“C'est curieux, comme on lit bien dans les yeux de ceux que l'on aime pas ; les autres, les yeux de ceux qu'on aime, sont, au contraire, pleins de mystères.” Jean Basile</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447214748763589034.post-5881876368835054222024-02-12T00:00:00.007+01:002024-02-12T00:00:00.139+01:00Citation de la semaine 7<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRpvn_K2CTvXZJtBsCDVh9rEwAFsqcRZXztwMiIeI0MsbnmMgePHFqMidob5i2zsEEjuTLKep80wlDJbDHviTYG08sIM5jRs60GsOzBD1GBE_TVeVvuPmSFAPQmdkGOa3oAO9e00MKJsNIVa6Hc6WnZI0tVpCXt319hDtP9Iz2UqPKH_xBCGI1HuXOd44/s1280/amour.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRpvn_K2CTvXZJtBsCDVh9rEwAFsqcRZXztwMiIeI0MsbnmMgePHFqMidob5i2zsEEjuTLKep80wlDJbDHviTYG08sIM5jRs60GsOzBD1GBE_TVeVvuPmSFAPQmdkGOa3oAO9e00MKJsNIVa6Hc6WnZI0tVpCXt319hDtP9Iz2UqPKH_xBCGI1HuXOd44/w480-h640/amour.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>“Je veux bien vieillir en vous aimant, mais non mourir sans vous le dire.” Antoine de Rivarol</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447214748763589034.post-35887002094917767922024-02-05T00:00:00.005+01:002024-02-05T00:00:00.155+01:00Citation de la semaine 6<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkLTPYpUDCeOJEbwCw06Lu1fGRQEqt5TJlMYJ0A3tSljKdiyBHm4gjyO5x1EvLpKJvLFdHm7njPDStV405s1-4biSy-OSH8s_qS10yLdIQvTHVKMdMiOggkEYRl7HROQuD9uOUifVb053z_ekqVGIZVbJmPyxBFEQBEETTnH8gO4dXtiGVGJX_Zj3ifXk/s1280/livre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="886" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkLTPYpUDCeOJEbwCw06Lu1fGRQEqt5TJlMYJ0A3tSljKdiyBHm4gjyO5x1EvLpKJvLFdHm7njPDStV405s1-4biSy-OSH8s_qS10yLdIQvTHVKMdMiOggkEYRl7HROQuD9uOUifVb053z_ekqVGIZVbJmPyxBFEQBEETTnH8gO4dXtiGVGJX_Zj3ifXk/w444-h640/livre.jpg" width="444" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>“Un livre a ceci de particulier qu'il peut être interprété comme on veut.” Sören Kierkegaard </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447214748763589034.post-75492213899071905282024-01-22T00:00:00.013+01:002024-01-22T00:00:00.140+01:00Citation de la semaine 4<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Debasish Mridha</p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447214748763589034.post-30136373766801144762024-01-01T00:00:00.023+01:002024-01-02T22:13:32.422+01:00Citations de la semaine 1 - En voici trois pour bien commencer l'année<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi555Ec6YAAWzmeWLorbwLk0CliEE37Fg1Ki0mjP1fFArONEiK0QHZK74TExrzSS44SvC6WQUyGCBGm2VwmQ6jRpilk2hOb-vzwBTC5UrEQc3INLM4YRlK1tNU4V6GdSrpxmjuNSzIneRg2PUiI9oQMczimd-XYDLm4JssUMwvYUaaU1aoFgP5MTNMOV8M/s1280/ai-generated-8463060_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="1280" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi555Ec6YAAWzmeWLorbwLk0CliEE37Fg1Ki0mjP1fFArONEiK0QHZK74TExrzSS44SvC6WQUyGCBGm2VwmQ6jRpilk2hOb-vzwBTC5UrEQc3INLM4YRlK1tNU4V6GdSrpxmjuNSzIneRg2PUiI9oQMczimd-XYDLm4JssUMwvYUaaU1aoFgP5MTNMOV8M/s320/ai-generated-8463060_1280.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;">Tenez, dit l'avare : voici un calendrier neuf, et qu'il vous fasse toute l'année ! Jules Renard</span><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGAJ5fZP1YsSld18sEEMdBt8mcZ0WHhyvLc7Lkxc-9m7CBXZKaA5RcUHRKy2qZqjwrRVTPHPjZrtjTieZyQ1WIpeOBedwE3F1aodpmkGAt99TkYMWsXZ707cwgm91Kj_CpP2Q8WqOHBgFUxR-G3KlNpADYPNvHKw0FYSn1LOHgLyX2-YYMXyVtU4jstZ0/s1280/ai-generated-8463069_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="1280" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGAJ5fZP1YsSld18sEEMdBt8mcZ0WHhyvLc7Lkxc-9m7CBXZKaA5RcUHRKy2qZqjwrRVTPHPjZrtjTieZyQ1WIpeOBedwE3F1aodpmkGAt99TkYMWsXZ707cwgm91Kj_CpP2Q8WqOHBgFUxR-G3KlNpADYPNvHKw0FYSn1LOHgLyX2-YYMXyVtU4jstZ0/s320/ai-generated-8463069_1280.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Les matins qui viennent à l'aube de l'année nouvelle sont propices aux décisions et aux renouvellements. Changeons. Catherine Rambert</span></div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPAYN1i4Y_jxthVuKpGhps8Eco0oJN6zSdjIzICKp47NkkyDX218uhV-OfXq5849uxtlMGqC_FvkeEa9rH2I0CcmI-L-JDPvGhe3f2Jdh9EoDnNqtPfOsLGd1XJ2VvNfnU9LzqyZg1FqjKzxjuoHKp_oCIkZDnWh9L8eFubtusBJIbBRMaAMb1t_iOUUE/s1280/ai-generated-8463072_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="1280" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPAYN1i4Y_jxthVuKpGhps8Eco0oJN6zSdjIzICKp47NkkyDX218uhV-OfXq5849uxtlMGqC_FvkeEa9rH2I0CcmI-L-JDPvGhe3f2Jdh9EoDnNqtPfOsLGd1XJ2VvNfnU9LzqyZg1FqjKzxjuoHKp_oCIkZDnWh9L8eFubtusBJIbBRMaAMb1t_iOUUE/s320/ai-generated-8463072_1280.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Janvier est le mois où l'on offre ses meilleurs voeux à ses amis. Les autres mois sont ceux où ils ne se réaliseront pas. Georg Christoph Lichtenberg</span></div><div><br /></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447214748763589034.post-45681196817112760742023-12-31T00:00:00.004+01:002023-12-31T00:00:00.144+01:00Citation de la semaine 53<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxibvbu8fH6GC6sU7Pka15EB-Dxg4yJav5ZnLgxA_eJubCZGpYMOpunIS90quKQsXS52Y5HiJJlnqw9OPA8wmtUz29-t0KqlMazMxO59lNtJjvMjiji6goNE0ho2GvtiNzsGSkZtoal0rrWqCaUHJEw1Uo068FBp87WjpyWVPSfnRjOfuNdTYJMWLvrYw/s1280/new-years-eve-4675587_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="917" data-original-width="1280" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxibvbu8fH6GC6sU7Pka15EB-Dxg4yJav5ZnLgxA_eJubCZGpYMOpunIS90quKQsXS52Y5HiJJlnqw9OPA8wmtUz29-t0KqlMazMxO59lNtJjvMjiji6goNE0ho2GvtiNzsGSkZtoal0rrWqCaUHJEw1Uo068FBp87WjpyWVPSfnRjOfuNdTYJMWLvrYw/w640-h458/new-years-eve-4675587_1280.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>«La chose la plus difficile est de n'attribuer aucune importance aux choses qui n'ont aucune importance. » – Charles de Gaulle.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447214748763589034.post-49259139624329946902023-12-25T00:00:00.008+01:002023-12-25T00:00:00.138+01:00Noël<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlta5IzhJmyd-pnvARYDo9hhislnlzXlI0G7toozSMLNJvigEIrToZ0HNUOqPcF5AG6MWOTj-_54rclIA1A0sLteWNhI0VYxeALVbR-VWHU9NAe-KdEAtSs5IrPkh3tpc6fBxGo3ZCYS3JLmj0TCUEPWMJZWkztlF_oH3P1r19C3YxPUkslYQuc_oGbxo/s1280/christmas-3026685_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="852" data-original-width="1280" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlta5IzhJmyd-pnvARYDo9hhislnlzXlI0G7toozSMLNJvigEIrToZ0HNUOqPcF5AG6MWOTj-_54rclIA1A0sLteWNhI0VYxeALVbR-VWHU9NAe-KdEAtSs5IrPkh3tpc6fBxGo3ZCYS3JLmj0TCUEPWMJZWkztlF_oH3P1r19C3YxPUkslYQuc_oGbxo/w640-h426/christmas-3026685_1280.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> C'est Noël chaque fois qu'on essuie une larme dans les yeux d'un enfant,<p></p><p>C'est Noël chaque fois qu'on dépose les armes, chaque fois qu'on s'entend,</p><p>C'est Noël chaque fois qu'on arrête une guerre et qu'on ouvre ses mains,</p><p>C'est Noël chaque fois qu'on force la misère à reculer plus loin.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447214748763589034.post-5947718122908031492023-12-24T00:00:00.008+01:002023-12-24T00:00:00.135+01:00Citation de la semaine 52<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggGPF2RM7yJjKU-PfsO3FOX05fXt-UhveG3A0Sr17FSiGd1Z_-BPdGb30o6V4RTWiSrf46mWog_BUEcaL2wS4bYswKpUN6LaKcMS0JU4_AoWDt0JjGdRw3130YqBcr2jiMe7AjPQ_Rd80p-O_zU5SB93xR_rV_G4LH8W-8VN9LfMAjxHw2_eVxvqCxS9w/s1280/christmas-tree-1016680_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="1024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggGPF2RM7yJjKU-PfsO3FOX05fXt-UhveG3A0Sr17FSiGd1Z_-BPdGb30o6V4RTWiSrf46mWog_BUEcaL2wS4bYswKpUN6LaKcMS0JU4_AoWDt0JjGdRw3130YqBcr2jiMe7AjPQ_Rd80p-O_zU5SB93xR_rV_G4LH8W-8VN9LfMAjxHw2_eVxvqCxS9w/w512-h640/christmas-tree-1016680_1280.jpg" width="512" /></a></div><br />Noël , c'est un sapin illuminé dans les maisons qui réchauffe le cœur des enfants en plein hiver<p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447214748763589034.post-22959009162483676062023-12-17T00:00:00.010+01:002023-12-17T00:00:00.154+01:00Citation de la semaine 51<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQxjQYf73a-cespYiieG6zB9zZh_nnjqjuu0gUD80WlfvyHOedHbR21_rc-gRAxRgehamTUWuJuQshHxiIter9iqTXHCt4IFcrb4sjfm-UK-XJDJb9LJcOCXlDgfTYLJCn0XVBGJ0bk_5zHP4iCwggEwexp3yEY73uTQih5HkMkTTcYWfpjm8QGk5klX4/s1280/cockscomb-7521639_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="853" data-original-width="1280" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQxjQYf73a-cespYiieG6zB9zZh_nnjqjuu0gUD80WlfvyHOedHbR21_rc-gRAxRgehamTUWuJuQshHxiIter9iqTXHCt4IFcrb4sjfm-UK-XJDJb9LJcOCXlDgfTYLJCn0XVBGJ0bk_5zHP4iCwggEwexp3yEY73uTQih5HkMkTTcYWfpjm8QGk5klX4/w640-h426/cockscomb-7521639_1280.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Au temps de l'Avent, - Les coqs chantent par tous les temps.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447214748763589034.post-34308812104079268232023-12-10T00:00:00.010+01:002023-12-10T00:00:00.147+01:00Citation de la semaine 50<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFaKEIRJirJiZdrUif8-6LIrZgStrPK_aDcwF0v0exlY7tfSZs5ZH51yLY9OIIXQrirk66evGBKQam4sHbjip3rFD-WlC0yce3OyfGkYmjkQBhaKg9GZW7B4lvR_BEvCqfkYbRlVlmhhjvXAff6XO_AMNFdI4AQetwMjCNrJuWydm-6JfCGvaB9560LxY/s1280/sahara-desert-4486163_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFaKEIRJirJiZdrUif8-6LIrZgStrPK_aDcwF0v0exlY7tfSZs5ZH51yLY9OIIXQrirk66evGBKQam4sHbjip3rFD-WlC0yce3OyfGkYmjkQBhaKg9GZW7B4lvR_BEvCqfkYbRlVlmhhjvXAff6XO_AMNFdI4AQetwMjCNrJuWydm-6JfCGvaB9560LxY/w480-h640/sahara-desert-4486163_1280.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Les nomades ne créent rien et les sédentaires sont trop sages. Pour une grande œuvre, il faut un aventurier qui reste à la maison. Georges Roditi</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447214748763589034.post-16848883256754128862023-12-03T00:00:00.010+01:002023-12-03T00:00:00.147+01:00Citation de la semaine 49<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgsPAxRfZrNsvhwAfXEcdJGfW_sX2JRiMxEFj14QCWGTBuErELZQxAY86S1HpzcZqwRjg7uD2ao6M4SsJpJyFaQFQX1m_J6U2Dt1c7n1EDDKo7fpLBJ149Vguty5SpPrWyEhQgZ6mIKOF0PInxvfaGQKaRhJDF9vq_Neq-NWT3lIA9ZNaUMBTvstwn7Kg/s1280/saint-nicholas-2999332_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgsPAxRfZrNsvhwAfXEcdJGfW_sX2JRiMxEFj14QCWGTBuErELZQxAY86S1HpzcZqwRjg7uD2ao6M4SsJpJyFaQFQX1m_J6U2Dt1c7n1EDDKo7fpLBJ149Vguty5SpPrWyEhQgZ6mIKOF0PInxvfaGQKaRhJDF9vq_Neq-NWT3lIA9ZNaUMBTvstwn7Kg/w480-h640/saint-nicholas-2999332_1280.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div><div>Saint Nicolas, tu passes chez moi, ce soir ? J'ai mis du sel pour l'âne dans une écuelle. Même si je ne te vois pas, j'ai envie de trouver demain la trace de tes pas sur la neige. Et si tu n'as pas le temps de t'arrêter, envoie-moi une carte Jean Steinauer</div><div><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447214748763589034.post-16744706952406850662023-11-26T00:00:00.005+01:002023-11-26T00:00:00.178+01:00Citation de la semaine 48<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6z9nIcF6ZkcxgYoEf7d6-VnnGm8_WJoZwVyOpXg0E8bkb3RYvaN7grC9yySVkLW8acZX9p6dZA-FT86YgzdBLgIIduzC9zGDqPvcyN1sZlFAHOPSchSk4C7erpY9aYrep_V4YR2iEu3yR-0u_yHbhF2DV4hyphenhyphenKqUyACFx6_mRm1RqQhyzM99jCfmNV55A/s1280/leaves-507545_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="853" data-original-width="1280" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6z9nIcF6ZkcxgYoEf7d6-VnnGm8_WJoZwVyOpXg0E8bkb3RYvaN7grC9yySVkLW8acZX9p6dZA-FT86YgzdBLgIIduzC9zGDqPvcyN1sZlFAHOPSchSk4C7erpY9aYrep_V4YR2iEu3yR-0u_yHbhF2DV4hyphenhyphenKqUyACFx6_mRm1RqQhyzM99jCfmNV55A/w640-h426/leaves-507545_1280.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> “La végétation s'arrête, elle meurt ; nous, nous restons pour des générations nouvelles, et l'automne est délicieuse parce que le printemps doit venir encore pour nous.” Senancour<p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447214748763589034.post-4914701521914315422023-11-19T00:00:00.001+01:002023-11-19T00:00:00.143+01:00Citation de la semaine 47<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6FLkotoZ2siBwoU7OuKRjeqwnaH_nrsTb75mszENQooL6qreIbB3PePCROOEjQXrBr34W4HDPp-bmEB_HYi1420ZmuByXYbj_Bkrhno5L2GEnWfE_QjRrl2Tlh02tm1-v1HIQwYpT5FGX0FhAU4HXkyH5D6UOwozfr-2sKl_k3EowHX5pws_qQ5vXx1g/s1920/maple-1069423_1920.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1282" data-original-width="1920" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6FLkotoZ2siBwoU7OuKRjeqwnaH_nrsTb75mszENQooL6qreIbB3PePCROOEjQXrBr34W4HDPp-bmEB_HYi1420ZmuByXYbj_Bkrhno5L2GEnWfE_QjRrl2Tlh02tm1-v1HIQwYpT5FGX0FhAU4HXkyH5D6UOwozfr-2sKl_k3EowHX5pws_qQ5vXx1g/w640-h428/maple-1069423_1920.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>L'automne est un deuxième ressort où chaque feuille est une fleur.</p><p>Albert Camus</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447214748763589034.post-70131139733913488782023-11-12T00:00:00.012+01:002023-11-12T00:00:00.154+01:00Citation de la semaine 46<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUelG8SJfW18DF0Xz13Ru4idoza5aBYiD1o8nP5FIj1vc1FBvhMyE9rUcNSk7rxHEnAalaHlgqKMStK0zdSbJF7EbAva_wm0_8T1FfFls1CEonyTd8jp5YPatIzgQiba9vLuARXN9tlz402Us89V03KPkbJ0gZ9XwGrbEI8otoqV8kMabiBg55odLAb5o/s1920/forest-2165911_1920.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1920" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUelG8SJfW18DF0Xz13Ru4idoza5aBYiD1o8nP5FIj1vc1FBvhMyE9rUcNSk7rxHEnAalaHlgqKMStK0zdSbJF7EbAva_wm0_8T1FfFls1CEonyTd8jp5YPatIzgQiba9vLuARXN9tlz402Us89V03KPkbJ0gZ9XwGrbEI8otoqV8kMabiBg55odLAb5o/w640-h480/forest-2165911_1920.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>A l'automne les arbres font des stripteases pour faire pousser les champignons.</p><p>Patrick Sébastien</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447214748763589034.post-37923905753181009982023-11-05T00:00:00.003+01:002023-11-05T00:00:00.146+01:00Citation de la semaine 45<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhesTOPzwVm7IblXP0mvUzFZ3CWUYplKXSwIm1aRF1xeNxGc_f17N4nHMYmr8F_K-p8Q_IdPmdl3x356f2JlL2wHSIEvNca0U46X0zLldYFMBQT4VDU8V0b8T4ngR0q9Myml5IU11CE5pxM_ErAR3gKoVRgHDxMdRDhRxE_0A-t0KjPuUNCZKlO7mXR8lU/s1920/branches-4621320_1920.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="1920" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhesTOPzwVm7IblXP0mvUzFZ3CWUYplKXSwIm1aRF1xeNxGc_f17N4nHMYmr8F_K-p8Q_IdPmdl3x356f2JlL2wHSIEvNca0U46X0zLldYFMBQT4VDU8V0b8T4ngR0q9Myml5IU11CE5pxM_ErAR3gKoVRgHDxMdRDhRxE_0A-t0KjPuUNCZKlO7mXR8lU/w640-h426/branches-4621320_1920.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Novembre est un beau mois. Mais il faut aimer le gris. Et l'œil en saisir la lumière.</p><p>Gilles Vigneault</p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447214748763589034.post-57485029548156491552023-10-29T00:00:00.004+02:002023-10-29T00:00:00.147+02:00Citation de la semaine 44<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtLtgMrn54Mjk2jghMsBrS2_ThM6CGbYxzoFCIAKr0FjaEBKGy3rPxCV_sBSDjyCEcS8d4Skay_xNWVXRiha56guLJ4qqSvt9jq-rMyTqY-9_cVlgv5QOZ5U0HUkq1Y22E4gHIzQxyT3DHjePw0pfnezQ83qJwapKlRWShLRwhAQUG8pJrEeUUMI4mohE/s1920/mara-river-5730663_1920.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="1920" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtLtgMrn54Mjk2jghMsBrS2_ThM6CGbYxzoFCIAKr0FjaEBKGy3rPxCV_sBSDjyCEcS8d4Skay_xNWVXRiha56guLJ4qqSvt9jq-rMyTqY-9_cVlgv5QOZ5U0HUkq1Y22E4gHIzQxyT3DHjePw0pfnezQ83qJwapKlRWShLRwhAQUG8pJrEeUUMI4mohE/w640-h426/mara-river-5730663_1920.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Se tromper de chemin, c’est apprendre à connaître son chemin.</p><p>– Proverbe tanzanien</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447214748763589034.post-8159875136333408012023-10-22T00:00:00.006+02:002023-10-22T00:00:00.176+02:00Citation de la semaine 43<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjncd-bgJiUjbW7FAipyHqlC6BF6Hih2893WdOciRKnO8LRPyI98XhM7BYHqPoVzjzrI-p6VrplxqqnC54h9bFZzfdBFxnrZN25FtUMt210AHKJbqM0HgqMh7dpugtWsoscS3xMUOZTwLJ0phR4HUJ6UhkHmpbJLlqKAfUbELai66yVPyeFL86InXO53zQ/s1920/mount-kilimanjaro-1025146_1920.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1235" data-original-width="1920" height="412" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjncd-bgJiUjbW7FAipyHqlC6BF6Hih2893WdOciRKnO8LRPyI98XhM7BYHqPoVzjzrI-p6VrplxqqnC54h9bFZzfdBFxnrZN25FtUMt210AHKJbqM0HgqMh7dpugtWsoscS3xMUOZTwLJ0phR4HUJ6UhkHmpbJLlqKAfUbELai66yVPyeFL86InXO53zQ/w640-h412/mount-kilimanjaro-1025146_1920.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>“Le soleil encore doux prenait en écharpe les champs de neige qui s'étageaient au sommet du Kilimandjaro. La brise du matin jouait avec les dernières nuées. Tamisés par ce qui restait de brume, les abreuvoirs et les pâturages qui foisonnaient de mufles et de naseaux, de flancs sombres, dorés, rayés, de cornes droites, aiguës, arquées ou massives, et de trompes et de défenses, composaient une tapisserie fabuleuse suspendue à la grande montagne d'Afrique.”</p><p>― Joseph Kessel, Le Lion</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447214748763589034.post-89053530520964028602023-10-15T00:00:00.008+02:002023-10-15T00:00:00.169+02:00Citation de la semaine 42<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRYlXoKIPhnlc8cEXV8iv1Qr_cZZPPl-AUozF3DlX3_OmGElcWvy4BoJZZOSCD0yaGDRuCCKNmD0yEIgCr6StvLfBYrhBS_DW30LkvlgK8lFenQLj-oyEbh8Q50IBq_H5IQqomf-UMdZ-VMU5oS8A7tLhzdcZz4lpeOLt-R2dixSCaSvDeHwbBmIBVh5k/s1280/acorn-56360_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1248" data-original-width="1280" height="624" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRYlXoKIPhnlc8cEXV8iv1Qr_cZZPPl-AUozF3DlX3_OmGElcWvy4BoJZZOSCD0yaGDRuCCKNmD0yEIgCr6StvLfBYrhBS_DW30LkvlgK8lFenQLj-oyEbh8Q50IBq_H5IQqomf-UMdZ-VMU5oS8A7tLhzdcZz4lpeOLt-R2dixSCaSvDeHwbBmIBVh5k/w640-h624/acorn-56360_1280.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>L'avenir est contenu dans le présent comme le chêne l'est dans le gland. Le temps fait sortir le chêne du gland, mais ne le crée pas.<br />Gustave Le Bon</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0