tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56513104467215801592024-03-08T07:14:54.021+01:00Carnet de doutesL & K Chatanayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11462857954143754917noreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5651310446721580159.post-61895030929373129012017-02-25T14:01:00.000+01:002017-02-25T14:01:05.818+01:00Les réponses étaient là. Si claires, si puissantes qu'ils ne pouvaient les voir.<br />
Le fou disait qu'il faut y retourner, reprendre pied. Sortir nos lourdes godasses de la fange immonde pour un clair limon.<br />
Le mystique juché sur un toit incliné, brillant, sous la lune assassine naissante chiait ses flots de bigoterie. Une volée d'étrons bien pensés sur ceux, qui imbéciles, ne partageaient pas son opinion.<br />.L & K Chatanayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11462857954143754917noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5651310446721580159.post-62002308341304012742017-02-22T21:00:00.000+01:002017-03-11T19:33:36.465+01:00Le rêveur (07)La pyramide électronique de Suez bouscula le système en s'effondrant ce jour-là.<br />
Élément annoncé du chaos à venir.L & K Chatanayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11462857954143754917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5651310446721580159.post-75712360793728121632017-02-20T20:08:00.000+01:002017-03-11T19:33:22.840+01:00Avenir (02)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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La divine musique. Les octaves qui bercent nos sens. Laissons aller nos cœurs.<br />
Tout est possible aujourd'hui. Le chemin est radieux si on écarte le voile d'illusion d'une société aigrie.L & K Chatanayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11462857954143754917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5651310446721580159.post-76841978338797443362017-02-15T17:56:00.000+01:002017-03-11T19:34:12.926+01:00Solitudes (09)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">L’Éther terrassé par une âme corrompue.</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Balloté entre ombre et lumière. Mais même l'astre de la nuit doit son éclat à celui du jour.</span></i>L & K Chatanayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11462857954143754917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5651310446721580159.post-76744538360244308652017-02-15T10:04:00.000+01:002017-03-11T19:33:45.848+01:00Solitudes (08)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Oh combien je préfère, à vos illusoires lueurs urbaines, mes vertes collines.L & K Chatanayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11462857954143754917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5651310446721580159.post-17565096089636950032017-02-14T20:37:00.000+01:002017-02-14T20:37:07.020+01:00Irréflexion (03)Étrange ennui de l'âme que l'oeuvre des puissants envers les humbles.L & K Chatanayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11462857954143754917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5651310446721580159.post-49422647695358228872017-02-14T19:55:00.000+01:002017-03-11T19:31:48.882+01:00Avenir (01)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Comment ne pas laisser de traces sur le sable du temps passé ?</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Le sable bouge et engloutit les hommes de fer. Une ère passe et s'enfuit.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Mais pour nous, maintenant, notre avenir.</span></i>L & K Chatanayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11462857954143754917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5651310446721580159.post-11673093259751036862017-02-14T19:42:00.000+01:002017-03-11T19:31:10.346+01:00Le rêveur (08)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Comme une vigie, les yeux scrutant un avenir incertain, il restait assis là.<br />
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Certains disaient que cela faisait plusieurs siècles qu'il observait, immobile, l'horreur à venir.L & K Chatanayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11462857954143754917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5651310446721580159.post-25038426548456494572017-02-14T19:36:00.002+01:002017-03-11T19:30:22.756+01:00Le rêveur (06)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana , sans-serif;"><i>C'est le temps où les misérables volent les misérables. Car personne ne protège les biens des malheureux. </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana , sans-serif;"><i>Nous deux, nous volons au-dessus de tout cela. Courant aérien, éthéré, doux et calme. Les petits napoléon, les bêtes fauves d'une époque désorientée ne nous atteindrons pas. </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Paradis ou enfer ? La vierge aux yeux d'airain.</span></div>
L & K Chatanayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11462857954143754917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5651310446721580159.post-77051135697754601162011-08-03T20:17:00.000+02:002011-08-03T20:17:38.018+02:00Fragment de carnet (06)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Os3Pq0LbQfc/TjmQrbSKHVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/3g7Jc5RlB6U/s1600/img_042.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Os3Pq0LbQfc/TjmQrbSKHVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/3g7Jc5RlB6U/s1600/img_042.jpg" /></a></div>L & K Chatanayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11462857954143754917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5651310446721580159.post-5839651407094676242011-07-26T13:35:00.006+02:002011-07-26T13:35:00.284+02:00Fragment de carnet (04)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XkP9RLQeYNk/Ti3tQ0r5ZvI/AAAAAAAAAJs/zkc-qg4UYvA/s1600/img_041.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XkP9RLQeYNk/Ti3tQ0r5ZvI/AAAAAAAAAJs/zkc-qg4UYvA/s1600/img_041.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>L & K Chatanayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11462857954143754917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5651310446721580159.post-10748055180593966142011-07-26T13:01:00.002+02:002017-02-14T19:15:27.296+01:00Solitudes (04)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana , sans-serif;"><i>Le Sol. La Fosse. La chute de mille ans. Il était toujours là, sa main n'avait pas cédé sous la puissance des mots. </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana , sans-serif;"><i>Une trace, l'étincelle, le dernier créateur.</i></span></div>
L & K Chatanayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11462857954143754917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5651310446721580159.post-66733370099723677952011-07-26T10:25:00.002+02:002011-07-26T10:25:00.388+02:00Minimalisme (01)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q2-ju-TVFLM/Ti3oZEp-P2I/AAAAAAAAAJc/NQfPVcaGGmI/s1600/img_037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="245" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q2-ju-TVFLM/Ti3oZEp-P2I/AAAAAAAAAJc/NQfPVcaGGmI/s320/img_037.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>L & K Chatanayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11462857954143754917noreply@blogger.com0