tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24789806372327325212024-03-13T16:43:53.866+00:00de tout, de rien, des haikus et parfois le restebillets d'humeur, haikus, imagesMelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15414501771653948829noreply@blogger.comBlogger282125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2478980637232732521.post-44438314885456123542015-09-15T09:47:00.002+01:002015-09-15T09:47:38.983+01:00Bonjour,<br />
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ça m'a repris là : https://ettoujoursmelisse.wordpress.com/<br />
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Bonne journée<br />
MelMelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15414501771653948829noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2478980637232732521.post-20722450065958772532011-04-10T11:17:00.002+01:002011-04-10T11:25:48.280+01:00Retour de marché<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DehCtZYAz_0/TaF_-hMCgsI/AAAAAAAAAlw/4iJXDkjf5Hs/s1600/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DehCtZYAz_0/TaF_-hMCgsI/AAAAAAAAAlw/4iJXDkjf5Hs/s640/10.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Le dimanche matin, quand j'accompagne Monsieur Mel au marché (c'est rare) j'ai les oreilles qui traînent et je me régale : le ravitaillement est important pour tout ces gens qui sont selon les cas en mode souriant, en mode anxieux, en mode organisé, en mode blagueur :</span></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Des pommes de terre</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">mais pour tout faire, hein!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">je me simplifie la cuisine</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Je ne connais pas ces pommes</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">quelle est leur origine</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">vous êtes sure ?</span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
(<i>à quand le contrôle des papiers d'identité des pommes?)</i></span></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Monsieur est bien sérieux aujourd'hui</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">ça se voit</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">que Madame l'accompagne</span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i>(je dois faire peur ou alors Monsieur Mel flirte avec le marchand de primeurs les autres semaines, il doit trouver sa moustache irresistible... je ne vois que cela)</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Au début du marché c'est aussi le rituel du placier qui fait payer les emplacements des marchands... en fonction du nombre de mètres occupés, scientifiquement mesurés... : </span></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Les enjambées du placier</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">transformées en facture</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">pour travailler<i><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Et ensuite le plaisir d'un petit café en terrasse à regarder passer les gens, au bout de la terrasse, un homme portant beau (mais sans habit neuf) avec un chien très digne dont la laisse était une ficelle bleu...</span></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Fier gardien ficelé</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">il se tient très droit</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">et surveille le trottoir</span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i> </i></span></span>Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15414501771653948829noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2478980637232732521.post-3860019359200236772011-04-08T07:08:00.002+01:002011-04-08T07:08:32.872+01:00Même cause, effets inverses<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VzORzcpgiPg/TZ6mVXz_3UI/AAAAAAAAAls/xOl9Aa4a45c/s1600/8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VzORzcpgiPg/TZ6mVXz_3UI/AAAAAAAAAls/xOl9Aa4a45c/s640/8.jpg" width="480" /></a></div>Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15414501771653948829noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2478980637232732521.post-67893412787054461502011-04-07T07:21:00.002+01:002011-04-07T07:21:26.431+01:00Après la lessive<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0jtYUz1zvis/TZ1X3-A5PsI/AAAAAAAAAlk/VQ-4C80J_bE/s1600/7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0jtYUz1zvis/TZ1X3-A5PsI/AAAAAAAAAlk/VQ-4C80J_bE/s640/7.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15414501771653948829noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2478980637232732521.post-12374333281400588622011-04-06T08:48:00.001+01:002011-04-06T08:49:42.209+01:00Guerres horticoles<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzoAIX-Y7so/TZwYbOZbZdI/AAAAAAAAAlg/h1vr5SEvAIQ/s1600/6b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzoAIX-Y7so/TZwYbOZbZdI/AAAAAAAAAlg/h1vr5SEvAIQ/s640/6b.jpg" width="424" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Ce chèvrefeuille a une histoire "à épisodes" : récupéré dans les bois, il végète, un printemps prometteur l'année suivante et lors des travaux un magistral coup d'échelle le scalpe... l'année d'après le gel, puis rien, l'automne dernier je prononce sa condamnation ("il se plaira jamais ici, on le vire") et son avocat (Monsieur Mel) obtient son sursis jusqu'au printemps... le bougre a des oreilles : il n'a jamais été aussi expansif ... et d'ailleurs ça n'a pas échappé aux chenilles qui sont en train de le coloniser... Il faut sauver le soldat Chèvrefeuille !</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Autre "bataille épique" récurrente dans le jardinet (je vous fait grâce d'une peu ragoûtante photo) :</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Heureusement</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">les limaces préfèrent la bière</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> à l'arum</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Mel</i></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Encore une tragédie de l'alcoolisme quelque part : cette soucoupe transformée en piscine mortelle pour les limaces..Je n'ai pas (pour l'instant) trouvé l'inspiration pour les pucerons des rosiers, le figuier et la lavande sont (à ce jour) exempts de grignoteurs...</span><i> </i> </span></span></span></div>Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15414501771653948829noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2478980637232732521.post-8735884339516961642011-04-05T10:03:00.000+01:002011-04-05T10:03:07.174+01:00Incantation urbaine<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9CI93z_1Zv4/TZradxaKuzI/AAAAAAAAAlY/-ubhU7ZbVaA/s1600/5+AVRILb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="514" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9CI93z_1Zv4/TZradxaKuzI/AAAAAAAAAlY/-ubhU7ZbVaA/s640/5+AVRILb.jpg" width="640" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Je n'ai pu photographier cette scène : je l'ai vu au feu rouge, ce jeune homme absorbé dans la musique, seul à l'arrêt de bus et excellent danseur...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"> </div>Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15414501771653948829noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2478980637232732521.post-59703987622750994062011-04-04T11:03:00.000+01:002011-04-04T11:03:17.656+01:00L'optimisme printanier... quelque soit sa forme ...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B_kl0404sa8/TZmXR_jAHeI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/J8BjgXmoxaM/s1600/4+AVRIcL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B_kl0404sa8/TZmXR_jAHeI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/J8BjgXmoxaM/s640/4+AVRIcL.jpg" width="424" /></a></div>Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15414501771653948829noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2478980637232732521.post-87996052548183395392011-04-03T09:09:00.002+01:002011-04-03T09:09:27.683+01:00Ne te découvre pas d'un fil...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JCOL8RRvxJE/TZgrL5olooI/AAAAAAAAAlE/Rop_bpiB0R4/s1600/3+AVRIL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JCOL8RRvxJE/TZgrL5olooI/AAAAAAAAAlE/Rop_bpiB0R4/s640/3+AVRIL.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15414501771653948829noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2478980637232732521.post-45412076629613811992011-04-01T09:26:00.000+01:002011-04-01T09:26:38.988+01:00Le malheur des uns ...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SfXvGPrX63s/TZWMN5cQ6sI/AAAAAAAAAlA/gkTu5npZkE0/s1600/31+MARS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SfXvGPrX63s/TZWMN5cQ6sI/AAAAAAAAAlA/gkTu5npZkE0/s640/31+MARS.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15414501771653948829noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2478980637232732521.post-20704556424009609032011-03-16T08:22:00.001+00:002011-03-16T08:22:25.305+00:00Emotion planétaire<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8eVEfVvUhH4/TYBzLH_KbWI/AAAAAAAAAk8/NlFJM8r3-kc/s1600/16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="436" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8eVEfVvUhH4/TYBzLH_KbWI/AAAAAAAAAk8/NlFJM8r3-kc/s640/16.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15414501771653948829noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2478980637232732521.post-67274327472052516952011-03-15T07:22:00.000+00:002011-03-15T07:22:09.599+00:00Délice à la pause<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-jtahsK3KJK8/TX8TUqA_OoI/AAAAAAAAAk4/TwiOn-JC_Bg/s1600/15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-jtahsK3KJK8/TX8TUqA_OoI/AAAAAAAAAk4/TwiOn-JC_Bg/s640/15.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Inspirée hier après-midi mais sans appareil photo sous la main.... Les mimosas font la blague, non ?</div>Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15414501771653948829noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2478980637232732521.post-46939155689092823252011-03-14T07:16:00.000+00:002011-03-14T07:16:00.231+00:00Mais comment tu fais ça ? (2)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jeKUar4Lp8g/TXc3hlmKCWI/AAAAAAAAAkk/bFOnNpLiknY/s1600/11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jeKUar4Lp8g/TXc3hlmKCWI/AAAAAAAAAkk/bFOnNpLiknY/s640/11.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15414501771653948829noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2478980637232732521.post-28979944943753854132011-03-13T19:53:00.000+00:002011-03-13T19:53:00.312+00:00Répétition ce dimanche<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-xsy4-CPp0AQ/TXyUIBDuTBI/AAAAAAAAAk0/BHVf5rh0HeI/s1600/14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="414" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-xsy4-CPp0AQ/TXyUIBDuTBI/AAAAAAAAAk0/BHVf5rh0HeI/s640/14.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15414501771653948829noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2478980637232732521.post-77141290970460111772011-03-13T09:52:00.000+00:002011-03-13T09:52:36.328+00:00Changer ses plans<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UT_-MQeJ7l0/TXyTwXboWwI/AAAAAAAAAkw/jtXhujXcalI/s1600/13b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="296" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UT_-MQeJ7l0/TXyTwXboWwI/AAAAAAAAAkw/jtXhujXcalI/s640/13b.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15414501771653948829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2478980637232732521.post-80074156870538642532011-03-12T09:22:00.001+00:002011-03-12T09:26:00.610+00:00Tristesse<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
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Que dire ? Que faire ?</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;">pour les larmes</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">du Japon </span><br />
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les trilles des moineaux<br />
tranquille, je marche<br />
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Les canards s'exclament <br />
par dessus les pépiements des moineaux<br />
je marche<br />
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Les yeux et les oreilles<br />
emplis des prémisses du printemps<br />
quel bonheur !<br />
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L'air plus léger<br />
la lumière plus vive :<br />
bande annonce du printemps<br />
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Soudain, au détour du chemin<br />
mon coeur jubile :<br />
je suis vivanteMelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15414501771653948829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2478980637232732521.post-5478104014248416612011-03-09T08:13:00.000+00:002011-03-09T08:13:40.513+00:00Echarpe sur tee-shirt..<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Qyg4bWjmEzU/TXc2ey2D0UI/AAAAAAAAAkc/Oke-OQqFVYU/s1600/9c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Qyg4bWjmEzU/TXc2ey2D0UI/AAAAAAAAAkc/Oke-OQqFVYU/s640/9c.jpg" width="424" /></a></div><br />
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<a href="http://poesieminimaliste.blogspot.com/2011/03/thermometre.html">inspiré par Marcel</a> (dialogue entre blogs)Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15414501771653948829noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2478980637232732521.post-76039189923719235652011-03-08T08:15:00.001+00:002011-03-08T08:15:31.202+00:00Chaud froid<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-qJcjrimeXo4/TXXk5Au8O-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/IfvuPlC6BVo/s1600/8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="482" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-qJcjrimeXo4/TXXk5Au8O-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/IfvuPlC6BVo/s640/8.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
De retour...Panne d'inspiration ces deux dernières semaines sur fond contrasté de période charrette avant quelques jours de break-escapade, de petites misères de fin d'hiver et d'envie d'hiberner en terrier.Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15414501771653948829noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2478980637232732521.post-13024633099503008032011-02-19T07:17:00.000+00:002011-02-19T07:17:00.640+00:00Chaque ballade est différente (2)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gopgOFSqOFY/TVpOBoe9N0I/AAAAAAAAAkE/qvP0DVkm_3Y/s1600/18b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gopgOFSqOFY/TVpOBoe9N0I/AAAAAAAAAkE/qvP0DVkm_3Y/s640/18b.jpg" width="424" /></a></div>Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15414501771653948829noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2478980637232732521.post-24956027547799043272011-02-18T07:02:00.002+00:002011-02-18T07:02:01.145+00:00Difficile fin de semaine<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MxAvmhHFNa8/TVuOoCOO1sI/AAAAAAAAAkM/oxPwTcEoUkA/s1600/18+bis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MxAvmhHFNa8/TVuOoCOO1sI/AAAAAAAAAkM/oxPwTcEoUkA/s640/18+bis.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15414501771653948829noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2478980637232732521.post-48599384837521884602011-02-17T07:46:00.000+00:002011-02-17T07:46:00.247+00:00Chaque ballade est différente (1)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eVMaLWFaesc/TVpNtJI3yaI/AAAAAAAAAkA/5QbiVtcAU3U/s1600/17b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eVMaLWFaesc/TVpNtJI3yaI/AAAAAAAAAkA/5QbiVtcAU3U/s640/17b.jpg" width="424" /></a></div>Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15414501771653948829noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2478980637232732521.post-12546266192749520612011-02-16T08:07:00.000+00:002011-02-16T08:07:00.930+00:00Merci les fleurs précoces<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TdGpvLwZebg/TVpLPB9GyoI/AAAAAAAAAj4/lRE45Uh3r_E/s1600/16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TdGpvLwZebg/TVpLPB9GyoI/AAAAAAAAAj4/lRE45Uh3r_E/s640/16.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15414501771653948829noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2478980637232732521.post-44115228994295368082011-02-15T09:30:00.000+00:002011-02-15T09:30:52.342+00:00Y'a plus de saison, ma pov dâme<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vwc-xQRvlDc/TVpHwoNiJDI/AAAAAAAAAj0/LSY4rU2wnEs/s1600/15b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vwc-xQRvlDc/TVpHwoNiJDI/AAAAAAAAAj0/LSY4rU2wnEs/s640/15b.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15414501771653948829noreply@blogger.com3