tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60036615013724469462011-04-21T18:57:37.705-07:00isouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00802647719848031034noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003661501372446946.post-203835713286056212006-11-30T12:11:00.000-08:002006-11-30T12:36:22.106-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6370/732868835616753/1600/426570/dessin1.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6370/732868835616753/400/354098/dessin1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Prends le temps,</div><div align="left">de respirer son parfum,</div><div align="left">d'apprécier ses attitudes,</div><div align="left">d'entendre sa voix,</div><div align="left">de toucher sa peau,</div><div align="left">pour ça prend le temps d'aller la voir ne serait seulement qu'une minute </div><div align="left">cette personne qui t'es cher.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Car ce n'est plus, quand elle brillera à côté de la lune;</div><div align="left">tu n'auras que tes larmes comme regret.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Au lieu de regretter </div><div align="left">prends ces instants comme un trésor, </div><div align="left">comme des bulles de savon qui voltigent dans les airs</div><div align="left">si délicates et fragiles...</div><div align="left"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003661501372446946-20383571328605621?l=isaca-isou.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00802647719848031034noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003661501372446946.post-60473859139997872172006-11-22T09:06:00.000-08:002006-11-22T09:38:11.607-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6370/732868835616753/1600/bouteille1.5.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6370/732868835616753/200/bouteille1.2.jpg" border="0" /></a> Des mots<br /><br /> La douceur des mots comme un souffle légé sur la nuque, cette sensation qui vient envahir l' âme d'une légerté si irrésitible, tu te laisse emporté comme une bouteille à la mer sans peur ni crainte, tu y crois...<br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6370/732868835616753/1600/bouteille2.6.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6370/732868835616753/200/bouteille2.1.jpg" border="0" /></a> Absurde*<br /><br /> Pourquoi le poisson dans le verre et le reste dans la bouteille ....<br />A chacun son histoire!.<br /><br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6370/732868835616753/1600/bouteille3.5.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6370/732868835616753/200/bouteille3.1.jpg" border="0" /></a> Une fleur<br /><br /> une fleur comme un soleil dans un coeur vibrant et chaud pour te livrer quelques pétals de tendresse...<br />Et pourquoi pas<br />de ci,<br />de ça,<br />pour toi ,<br />pour moi,<br />pour rêver,<br />pour avancer,<br />pour aimer...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003661501372446946-6047385913999787217?l=isaca-isou.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00802647719848031034noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003661501372446946.post-46585659919221574862006-11-18T04:17:00.000-08:002006-11-18T04:21:23.143-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6370/732868835616753/1600/683295/dessin%2031.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6370/732868835616753/320/643511/dessin%2031.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">inspiré de Cali</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003661501372446946-4658565991922157486?l=isaca-isou.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00802647719848031034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003661501372446946.post-58281184531588840212006-11-15T12:42:00.000-08:002006-11-15T12:50:31.347-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6370/732868835616753/1600/dessin21.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6370/732868835616753/400/dessin21.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div>Parfois l'esprit ne trouve de mot pour exprimer ce que l'on ressent...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003661501372446946-5828118453158884021?l=isaca-isou.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00802647719848031034noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003661501372446946.post-21277173535417661462006-11-12T11:05:00.000-08:002006-11-13T14:40:34.345-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6370/732868835616753/1600/blog2.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6370/732868835616753/400/blog2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div>pourquoi ça </div><div>pourquoi pas</div><div>quand la déraison est dépassée</div><div>et l'équibre est là...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003661501372446946-2127717353541766146?l=isaca-isou.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00802647719848031034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003661501372446946.post-8087412895434412032006-11-11T11:48:00.000-08:002006-11-11T11:50:27.633-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6370/732868835616753/1600/blog1.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6370/732868835616753/320/blog1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003661501372446946-808741289543441203?l=isaca-isou.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00802647719848031034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003661501372446946.post-26540215926346611902006-11-11T10:06:00.000-08:002006-11-18T04:22:33.812-08:00<p align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6370/732868835616753/1600/me%20bebe%20nb.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" height="123" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6370/732868835616753/200/me%20bebe%20nb.jpg" width="152" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6370/732868835616753/1600/me%20bebe%20co.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" height="125" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6370/732868835616753/200/me%20bebe%20co.jpg" width="199" border="0" /></a><br /><br />ça c'est moi et oui </p><p align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6370/732868835616753/1600/me%20argenti?re.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" height="172" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6370/732868835616753/200/me%20argenti%3Fre.jpg" width="108" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6370/732868835616753/1600/me%20argenti?re"><img style="WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" height="175" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6370/732868835616753/200/me%20argenti%3Fre%200.jpg" width="110" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6370/732868835616753/1600/me%20annecy.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" height="186" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6370/732868835616753/200/me%20annecy.jpg" width="113" border="0" /></a><br />comme tout le monde on grandit et on y croit....<br />en l'avenir.<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6370/732868835616753/1600/me.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 83px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 89px" height="146" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6370/732868835616753/200/me.jpg" width="155" border="0" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003661501372446946-2654021592634661190?l=isaca-isou.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00802647719848031034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003661501372446946.post-30981572117770602982006-11-11T09:57:00.000-08:002006-11-12T04:50:52.693-08:00<div align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6370/732868835616753/1600/tag.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6370/732868835616753/400/tag.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div>Un jour passant dans une usine desafectée<br />Des images faites sûrement au plus profond de la nuit<br />où seul les ténèbres peuvent admirer la magie des traits<br />qui se forment sur des murs gris et inertes.<br />Une autre vie s'installe...<br /><div align="right"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003661501372446946-3098157211777060298?l=isaca-isou.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00802647719848031034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003661501372446946.post-5534866417647889752006-11-11T05:56:00.000-08:002006-11-11T10:34:24.259-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6370/732868835616753/1600/portrait%203.jpg"><span style="color:#000000;"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6370/732868835616753/200/portrait%203.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;"> </span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6370/732868835616753/1600/portrait%202.jpg"><span style="color:#000000;"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6370/732868835616753/200/portrait%202.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6370/732868835616753/1600/portait%201.jpg"><span style="color:#000000;"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6370/732868835616753/200/portait%201.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;"> </span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6370/732868835616753/1600/portrait.jpg"><span style="color:#000000;"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6370/732868835616753/200/portrait.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><br /><div><div><div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003661501372446946-553486641764788975?l=isaca-isou.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00802647719848031034noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003661501372446946.post-41049369036383996712006-11-11T05:25:00.000-08:002006-11-12T04:52:38.793-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6370/732868835616753/1600/Photo%20178.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" height="177" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6370/732868835616753/320/Photo%20178.jpg" width="264" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Moi<em>,</em></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div></div><div>Pas grand chose une fille parmi tant d'autre </div><div align="justify">avec ses rêves, ses ambitions, sa vision de la vie.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Elle croit, elle aime les personnes qu'elle rencontre.</div><div align="justify">La vie est un défi à relever, un bonheur à partager, une aventure pleine de surprises.</div><div align="justify">La vie est belle. Et c'est toi qui tient les clefs...</div><div align="justify">Croire en soi pour avancer, aller toujours plus loin .</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003661501372446946-4104936903638399671?l=isaca-isou.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00802647719848031034noreply@blogger.com0