tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85757654691199393572024-03-16T02:11:19.628+01:00Comme un soupir ... J'ai soudain le sentiment étrange d'être en harmonie avec moi-même, tout est parfait en cet instant, la douceur de la lumière, ce petit parfum dans l'air, la rumeur tranquille de la ville. J'inspire profondément car la vie me parait alors si simple, qu'un élan d'amour me donne tout à coup envie d'aider l'humanité tout entière. Amélie PoulainElea Laureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14128788876933598596noreply@blogger.comBlogger805125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575765469119939357.post-75256510452594432442024-03-01T18:32:00.002+01:002024-03-01T18:32:34.685+01:00Légende du Soleil<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5-uDE85wb1WG5kJyNOd3lcQKj7K2vLtMeqv3NEyhrT2TcLdkYjpJlVqYHaZDOjVKCxORE72idJT5CpIpzFQ4DThbhE9Pe7H_cFMcbu0QOaIJYmzHFwmaamAUtFMJGGHfg4zgIRBLG53IZSF9y3RFmKmdp7u9tBB68RWNmtZBRc5G5GwXR26nVNwz7uhuN/s564/70b3f2b9a9b639d8279bb22098183d8b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="564" data-original-width="564" height="387" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5-uDE85wb1WG5kJyNOd3lcQKj7K2vLtMeqv3NEyhrT2TcLdkYjpJlVqYHaZDOjVKCxORE72idJT5CpIpzFQ4DThbhE9Pe7H_cFMcbu0QOaIJYmzHFwmaamAUtFMJGGHfg4zgIRBLG53IZSF9y3RFmKmdp7u9tBB68RWNmtZBRc5G5GwXR26nVNwz7uhuN/w387-h387/70b3f2b9a9b639d8279bb22098183d8b.jpg" width="387" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Macondo Swash Caps; font-size: large;">"Le jour ou le soleil est né,</span></div><span style="font-family: Macondo Swash Caps; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">en même temps que la lune leurs mères moururent.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Alors le soleil offrit le corps de sa mère à la terre</div><div style="text-align: center;">pour que puisse jaillir la vie,</div><div style="text-align: center;">de sa poitrine il fit sortir des étoiles et les lança très haut</div><div style="text-align: center;">dans le ciel pour consoler la lune."</div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Macondo Swash Caps; font-size: large;">film Le dernier des Mohicans</span></p><p><br /></p>Elea Laureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14128788876933598596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575765469119939357.post-77938039042123278242024-02-14T02:28:00.001+01:002024-02-14T02:28:08.844+01:00I Have Dream<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvV2RKl7kbPaZzuBYFc7K2SWVFsoPeoomkF1GU0jddjNkqvLN7gQcAJHlZm1g83RipQgS9s8T-dIDMwk-Xtz-FOyls7fKFE1wVxdy1MPMVlWSWzS6_H0pwjJpAkZU2XgnKJ3HWQzmXi4iOu1oTw7MZDKRGV4EKxVq2vZpRUIBWA_57FvFaoAdB6M42TgIX/s1800/Martin%20Luther%20King.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1800" height="274" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvV2RKl7kbPaZzuBYFc7K2SWVFsoPeoomkF1GU0jddjNkqvLN7gQcAJHlZm1g83RipQgS9s8T-dIDMwk-Xtz-FOyls7fKFE1wVxdy1MPMVlWSWzS6_H0pwjJpAkZU2XgnKJ3HWQzmXi4iOu1oTw7MZDKRGV4EKxVq2vZpRUIBWA_57FvFaoAdB6M42TgIX/w548-h274/Martin%20Luther%20King.png" width="548" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;">Aujourd'hui,<br />Dans la nuit du monde et l'espérance de la
Bonne Nouvelle,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;">J'affirme avec audace ma foi en l'avenir de l'humanité !</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;">Je refuse de croire que les circonstances actuelles</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;">rendront les hommes incapables de faire une terre meilleure.<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Playball;">Je refuse de croire que l'être humain<br />N'est qu'un fétu de paille b</span><span style="font-family: Playball;">allotté par le courant de la vie,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;">Sans avoir la possibilité d'influencer<br />En quoi que ce soit le cours des
évènements.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Playball;">Je refuse de partager l'avis de ceux<br />Qui prétendent </span><span style="font-family: Playball;">que l'homme est à ce point captif</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;">De la nuit sans étoiles, du racisme et de la guerre,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;">Que l'aurore radieuse de la paix et de la fraternité<br />Ne pourra jamais devenir
réalité.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;">Je refuse de faire mienne la prédiction cynique</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;">Que les peuples descendront l'un après l'autre</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;">Dans le tourbillon du militarisme<br />Vers l'enfer de la destruction
thermo-nucléaire.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;">Je crois que la vérité et l'amour sans conditions<br />Auront le dernier mot
effectivement.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;">La vie, même vaincue provisoirement,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;">Demeure toujours plus forte que la mort.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;">Je crois fermement que,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;">Même au milieu des obus qui éclatent et des canons qui tonnent,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;">Il reste l'espoir d'un matin radieux.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;">J'ose croire qu'un jour tous les habitants de la terre</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;">Pourront recevoir trois repas par jour</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;">Pour la vie de leur corps,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;">Pour l'éducation et la culture,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;">Pour la santé de leur esprit,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;">L'égalité et la liberté pour la vie de leur cœur.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;">Je crois également qu'un jour,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;">Toute l'humanité reconnaîtra en Dieu<br />La source de son amour.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;">Je crois également que la volonté salvatrice et pacifique<br />Deviendra un jour la
loi.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;">Le loup et l'agneau pourront se reposer ensemble,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;">Chaque homme pourra s'asseoir sous son figuier dans sa vigne,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;">Et personne n'aura plus raison d'avoir peur.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;">Je crois fermement que nous l'emporterons !</span></div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;">- Martin Luther King -<br />Extrait du discours du prix Nobel de la paix</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Marck Script; font-size: medium;">“Dieu a les deux bras étendus.<br />L'un est assez fort pour entourer de justice,<br />l'autre assez doux pour nous entourer de grâce.”</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><a name='more'></a></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: medium;">Né le : 15/01/1929 à Atlanta et décédé le : 04/04/1968 à Memphis</span><o:p></o:p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Cookie; font-size: large;"></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Cookie; font-size: large;">Le pasteur Martin Luther King Junior, communément appelé Martin Luther King (ou MLK), est une légende de la lutte pour les droits civiques. Au milieu des années 1950, il mena le « Civil Rights Movement », mouvement de lutte contre la ségrégation aux États-Unis, au moyen de manifestations pacifistes. Il a organisé et dirigé plusieurs actions afin de défendre le droit de vote, la déségrégation et l'emploi des minorités ethniques.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Cookie; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Cookie; font-size: large;">King avait conçu son discours comme un hommage au discours de Gettysburg, prononcé par Abraham Lincoln en novembre 1863 , destiné à être prononcé lors du centenaire de la Proclamation d'émancipation. Cet été là, le 4 avril 68, il organisa une marche sur Washington.</span></div><span style="font-family: Cookie; font-size: large;"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Face au Lincoln Mémorial, devant une foule de 250 000 personnes, il en appela à la fin du racisme dans un discours qui allait entrer dans l’Histoire : "I have a dream." L’année suivante, il fut récompensé du prix Nobel de la paix. A travers lui, le combat pour l’égalité raciale était porté sur le devant de la scène internationale. En juillet 1964, le président Lyndon Johnson signa une loi rendant illégale toute forme de discrimination. Martin Luther King était devenu un héros pour certains. Un homme à abattre pour d’autres.</div></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span face=""Open Sans", sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #151414; font-size: 18px; letter-spacing: -0.5px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="353" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Yoc2jrj2mGo" width="424" youtube-src-id="Yoc2jrj2mGo"></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><o:p></o:p><p></p>Elea Laureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14128788876933598596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575765469119939357.post-52869963454137289832024-01-28T19:58:00.000+01:002024-01-28T19:58:11.239+01:00Poésie Sensitive<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT77mtc2p6IR_w4Mxf6t4XkWkBwLHjeFOOq68VKnm2CBbCr7rFDzDHy_VVfHpD_O-ai6GFXY9gH3HxNcBlpltzvtC8wRp3wA9IHqUSIxlrbzZaE2XYBlwDh43EdOHHyQ_w0GbM_Of8j6Zy0MEnQMFA_fF1zPJ5xlTXGLLZNXvkbhp7w-OY9q-60OyG6snW/s1920/Po%C3%A9sie%20Sensitive.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="1080" height="702" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT77mtc2p6IR_w4Mxf6t4XkWkBwLHjeFOOq68VKnm2CBbCr7rFDzDHy_VVfHpD_O-ai6GFXY9gH3HxNcBlpltzvtC8wRp3wA9IHqUSIxlrbzZaE2XYBlwDh43EdOHHyQ_w0GbM_Of8j6Zy0MEnQMFA_fF1zPJ5xlTXGLLZNXvkbhp7w-OY9q-60OyG6snW/w395-h702/Po%C3%A9sie%20Sensitive.jpg" width="395" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Elea Laureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14128788876933598596noreply@blogger.com0Belgique50.503887 4.46993622.193653163821153 -30.686314 78.814120836178844 39.626186tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575765469119939357.post-51550557541137333212024-01-24T22:49:00.001+01:002024-01-24T22:49:30.164+01:00*Cueillir les Etoiles<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9_qFH97xE1nEK0nsNEPw-jqS2XYpjDqxNEmUDjMgMIu8WbZ5sYsoXp_4j6uUzBkq_46qPPYu353iaP08KmHfo4lk_UW2HVv4IEY_xkfr8KXRw19EzLD8TAfJ23WCXsxowO7RSjnLHplP-Mlb6yqWi3bDlF8nq96sMRmWC2BVd2ObclyYXzNRyOEsp5DQ9/s2000/fatou-diome-2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1312" data-original-width="2000" height="275" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9_qFH97xE1nEK0nsNEPw-jqS2XYpjDqxNEmUDjMgMIu8WbZ5sYsoXp_4j6uUzBkq_46qPPYu353iaP08KmHfo4lk_UW2HVv4IEY_xkfr8KXRw19EzLD8TAfJ23WCXsxowO7RSjnLHplP-Mlb6yqWi3bDlF8nq96sMRmWC2BVd2ObclyYXzNRyOEsp5DQ9/w419-h275/fatou-diome-2.jpg" width="419" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;">"Ma grand-mère m'a appris très tôt<br />Comment cueillir les étoiles :</span></div><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">La nuit, il suffit de poser une bassine d'eau<br />Au milieu de la cour</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour les avoir à ses pieds."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Fatou Diome</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: Lobster Two; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Fatou Diome, née en 1968 à Niodior au Sénégal, est une femme de lettres franco-sénégalaise. Après la parution d’un recueil de nouvelles, La Préférence nationale, en 2001, le roman Le Ventre de l'Atlantique, qui raconte l'histoire du coût de quitter l'Afrique pour la France, lui vaut une notoriété internationale.</div></span><p></p>Elea Laureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14128788876933598596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575765469119939357.post-59953544277183120392024-01-07T01:55:00.001+01:002024-01-07T01:55:46.606+01:00La Vie<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTPiPzBjSFPjG551iqkJYNrwreTbtaPNc1cHC6Ulrfk12iUaAYeJcBYp8nLhlM659Tw8PpeGWr4gTKzyD-MP83RAg3FBrM5N6u3vXLrGnlWQyBCGCQhg-WaQ61woIhi84Y0I-q9DieRivjhPvWiTs2ZEzmyGzR5IotjvcGt-Rn0YWzwJYEjfNd-idmjVW1/s564/2477e13eaa786def5bd5644788d0a8c4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="564" data-original-width="564" height="388" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTPiPzBjSFPjG551iqkJYNrwreTbtaPNc1cHC6Ulrfk12iUaAYeJcBYp8nLhlM659Tw8PpeGWr4gTKzyD-MP83RAg3FBrM5N6u3vXLrGnlWQyBCGCQhg-WaQ61woIhi84Y0I-q9DieRivjhPvWiTs2ZEzmyGzR5IotjvcGt-Rn0YWzwJYEjfNd-idmjVW1/w388-h388/2477e13eaa786def5bd5644788d0a8c4.jpg" width="388" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;">°Penser que la vie est une grâce<br />renouvelée toutes les vingt-quatre heures<br />devrait nous prédisposer<br />à plus d’humilité et de sociabilité. °</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;">Dona Maurice ZANNOU</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><span style="font-family: Akaya Telivigala; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Né le 22 septembre 1972 à Porto-Novo, capitale de la République du Bénin, Dona Maurice ZANNOU est socio-anthropologue et gestionnaire de projets. Actuellement, il est en poste au Service Public d’Emploi de son pays. Innocente culpabilité est son premier roman.</div></span>Elea Laureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14128788876933598596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575765469119939357.post-19718083843053089202023-12-31T00:04:00.001+01:002024-01-10T21:20:26.644+01:00Authentique<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRlOXr-otLCG2nCUsPXgr9WsqUrfWAzaq2P80kRgztXvvEtXbojPshqRY57gZuaJ9Q9uoNy5al-PgFAQ30Mr_W_zBWpOQWY_jDuPvBFMlgXZzVQaKfR5yrvW6V4objC-jYHKtQTazR9JTVUsPlRmedRZ2AYS550AQwtgD8N4wi6zUyvTNb_n_C0Y0Yt7AK/s1020/fba9a78100574d2dcfcbaf537b0c6edf.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1020" data-original-width="736" height="474" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRlOXr-otLCG2nCUsPXgr9WsqUrfWAzaq2P80kRgztXvvEtXbojPshqRY57gZuaJ9Q9uoNy5al-PgFAQ30Mr_W_zBWpOQWY_jDuPvBFMlgXZzVQaKfR5yrvW6V4objC-jYHKtQTazR9JTVUsPlRmedRZ2AYS550AQwtgD8N4wi6zUyvTNb_n_C0Y0Yt7AK/w342-h474/fba9a78100574d2dcfcbaf537b0c6edf.jpg" width="342" /></a></div><br /></div><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Playball; font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Qui a dit qu'on ne pouvait pas faire ce que l'on voulait et être ce qu'on avait envie d'être ! Quitte à ce que cela déplaise, après tout le principal n'est il pas d'être bien dans ses godasses ... </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Pourquoi vouloir à tout prix entrer dans une case, ressembler à la majorité, avoir une taille 0, s'habiller classique ? Rien ne vous oblige aux standards de la beauté et puis qu'est-ce-que la beauté ? Tout est relatif et tellement éphémère ... </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Mesdames, ce qui vous rend belle c'est votre sourire ! Pour le reste, faites vous plaisir c'est le début du bonheur ... Et pas besoin d'excès, tout est dans l'essentiel . La vie est tellement plus belle quand elle est simple !</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/LouMiss?__cft__[0]=AZUQCbExUzj35A7CmzMfwwdNQaM1dyn0zEAQ3gImmw3HrbskjxSY4kMdy7QzYQC8X4RyudK_ysG2_S2Q-_nOPHvM1VgVY9X-sf1CNvc2e0tRqwTXcrjBe4QeqJVgKkwZQHf_W_BOBp_avBPS8m8QvIVBWxHlZUeazNNE30bJMvtNNg&__tn__=-]K-R">Elea Laureen</a></div></span>Elea Laureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14128788876933598596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575765469119939357.post-24410940559778616022023-12-08T11:02:00.000+01:002023-12-08T11:02:36.339+01:00L'âme Bleue<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW53R00gwYH79FTCaUCXm9h6r-4WgEjVR-TeBxOGT0fDitS6nlb-4MhmTmYrYJiv4IJ9exB1ua_CY6GqeHzbOsfx-OpubRHzhjIRctet85kJfXEfRK0ZbzFBy4_NXX9ln7GQZSvC1lRtkNtjha7KTHnRzy52XRCYgYUHROkHPEF1hknoAXuAY3Y7sYpwQD/s704/ec6f19abf00b6398c1a4f855c8ecd03e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="704" data-original-width="564" height="496" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW53R00gwYH79FTCaUCXm9h6r-4WgEjVR-TeBxOGT0fDitS6nlb-4MhmTmYrYJiv4IJ9exB1ua_CY6GqeHzbOsfx-OpubRHzhjIRctet85kJfXEfRK0ZbzFBy4_NXX9ln7GQZSvC1lRtkNtjha7KTHnRzy52XRCYgYUHROkHPEF1hknoAXuAY3Y7sYpwQD/w397-h496/ec6f19abf00b6398c1a4f855c8ecd03e.jpg" width="397" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;">“L'âme a la couleur du regard.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;">L'âme bleue seule porte en elle du rêve,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;">elle a pris son azur aux flots et à l'espace.”</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;">~Guy de Maupassant~</span></p>Elea Laureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14128788876933598596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575765469119939357.post-10588296598364140182023-11-10T01:48:00.002+01:002024-01-28T19:56:41.693+01:00Le rêveur<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0rdjcMmc9iukgyFMCm-5cZaWBMmhW1YOccANot3iGtJSIhFBMGnbROfsnl9Z-mrPFJ-LvD9vcLuyaMJr2vA-4Zx9N1XRq5jV-0u2UiLA5fGS8K-h0oHDShzC2fOcqh3kj53atCYHtkELWDpsPPu55dtkuB1giOWXhzyeisw3WEvxcJBfK4pMUQU9GKr9q/s564/53a228dd9980a42ee0152cee79c58591.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="564" data-original-width="564" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0rdjcMmc9iukgyFMCm-5cZaWBMmhW1YOccANot3iGtJSIhFBMGnbROfsnl9Z-mrPFJ-LvD9vcLuyaMJr2vA-4Zx9N1XRq5jV-0u2UiLA5fGS8K-h0oHDShzC2fOcqh3kj53atCYHtkELWDpsPPu55dtkuB1giOWXhzyeisw3WEvxcJBfK4pMUQU9GKr9q/s320/53a228dd9980a42ee0152cee79c58591.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">°Le rêveur est un grand voyageur</span></span></div><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: center;">qui traverse les espaces de son âme<br />Et les espaces du monde,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Les yeux ouverts, dans un total état de lucidité°</div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: x-large;">Mario Mercier</span></p><span style="font-family: Macondo Swash Caps; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;">Ecrivain, poète, peintre et cinéaste français né à Nice en 1945</div></span>Elea Laureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14128788876933598596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575765469119939357.post-2706322443348710812023-11-07T02:26:00.002+01:002023-11-07T02:26:55.069+01:00Sagesse Pythagoricienne<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV3l3xoBUvvAxSB8QCj-9tAyvQLJ7kl15vbJF2uEy_wWNTkYOeRWvQS28ydaH87Ckez_IJypJxooYZ4KPxgMQdK_mfmZJc0aKxRyYiPvIDRhaY8me4STON4n_wTK-HbO5U4CyofEx-N7VkUkX9kLJMdIX7fYeh64jHJ1eHTlAWLZtzXG6Yy6zPF5Dbicfo/s752/d894bf445fb9f5f5c3033fe1896e7b08.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="752" data-original-width="564" height="477" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV3l3xoBUvvAxSB8QCj-9tAyvQLJ7kl15vbJF2uEy_wWNTkYOeRWvQS28ydaH87Ckez_IJypJxooYZ4KPxgMQdK_mfmZJc0aKxRyYiPvIDRhaY8me4STON4n_wTK-HbO5U4CyofEx-N7VkUkX9kLJMdIX7fYeh64jHJ1eHTlAWLZtzXG6Yy6zPF5Dbicfo/w358-h477/d894bf445fb9f5f5c3033fe1896e7b08.jpg" width="358" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Cookie; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-family: Cookie; font-size: large;">"Quoi qu'il arrive, c'est pour mon bien.</span></span></p><span style="font-family: Cookie; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Cet espace temps est la dimension que mon esprit a choisi pour s'incarner.</span></div><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;">Mes amours et mes amis me permettent de connaître ma capacité d'aimer.</div></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;">Mes ennemis et les obstacles qui se dressent sur mon chemin servent à vérifier
ma capacité de résistance et de combat.</div></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;">Mes problèmes me permettent de mieux me connaître.</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;">J'ai choisi ma planète.</div></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;">J'ai choisi mon pays.</div></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;">J'ai choisi mon époque.</div></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;">J'ai choisi mes parents.</div></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;">J'ai choisi mon corps.</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;">Dès le moment où je prends conscience que ce qui m'entoure est issu de mon propre désir,
je ne peux plus me plaindre, je ne peux plus avoir de sentiment d'injustice.</div></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;">Je ne peux plus me sentir incompris.</div></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;">Je ne peux qu'essayer de percevoir pourquoi mon âme a besoin de ces épreuves précises
pour avancer.</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;">Toutes les nuits, durant mon sommeil, c'est ce message qui m'est rappelé sous forme de rêves,
au cas où j'en viendrais à l'oublier.</div></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;">Tout ce qui m'entoure est là pour m'instruire.</div></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;">Tout ce qui m'arrive est là pour me faire évoluer "</div></span></span><br /><br />Elea Laureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14128788876933598596noreply@blogger.com0Hainaut, Belgique50.5257076 4.062101699999998622.215473763821151 -31.0941483 78.835941436178842 39.2183517tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575765469119939357.post-68075860018368207192023-10-28T22:36:00.001+02:002023-10-28T22:36:21.346+02:00*Nos Cœurs*<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWqnH3bDYC5knLnkVCHyo0cWHnd8Wqvu8CXrtc7Ojz7txr9cU8Rj47xJiDrD64GB_fJeBv7J20VYZfmkHePRs5jZKCAJv86ymtVd-MjH_F5C7dN3bjYIL_sk66NkrEcRCJyxS_ZCNYJ-9TS5p1vE6_bwXkLFoTn-VVGKQV-hrLsuoV28C5TZ9H0DUO7r3m/s384/164a556827d67a2c3ad02255ee384dd3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="384" data-original-width="236" height="517" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWqnH3bDYC5knLnkVCHyo0cWHnd8Wqvu8CXrtc7Ojz7txr9cU8Rj47xJiDrD64GB_fJeBv7J20VYZfmkHePRs5jZKCAJv86ymtVd-MjH_F5C7dN3bjYIL_sk66NkrEcRCJyxS_ZCNYJ-9TS5p1vE6_bwXkLFoTn-VVGKQV-hrLsuoV28C5TZ9H0DUO7r3m/w318-h517/164a556827d67a2c3ad02255ee384dd3.jpg" width="318" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: x-large;">"Je pense que nos cœurs sont très chimiques et</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: x-large;">nous changeons la façon dont nous voyons les gens</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: x-large;">en fonction de ce que nous ressentons pour eux.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: x-large;">C'est ça l'amour d'une certaine manière !"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: x-large;">Emma Thomson</span></div>Elea Laureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14128788876933598596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575765469119939357.post-53995612772677679332023-10-28T22:29:00.000+02:002023-10-28T22:29:16.645+02:00*Recommence<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg11O7rA19ziUlnUUAD6l_O2tssVCK5GNJLZRmTrX1P9yfNX-yta0LeGIgc_IgcWRwAHFyQQ5smsswcQRdkpsR1JVKneE8Qhl4i5acg8s8XoCMdzEXlOvY7LyBiO0x4u0jK-8iC3oTYm7LUHeQx75r5nSAlGbyBLOUG_3vW9kKHMrxOhhfjsCS8qf1OvM24/s540/63df010366c6b25d19f94b7c7674e48f.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="540" height="270" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg11O7rA19ziUlnUUAD6l_O2tssVCK5GNJLZRmTrX1P9yfNX-yta0LeGIgc_IgcWRwAHFyQQ5smsswcQRdkpsR1JVKneE8Qhl4i5acg8s8XoCMdzEXlOvY7LyBiO0x4u0jK-8iC3oTYm7LUHeQx75r5nSAlGbyBLOUG_3vW9kKHMrxOhhfjsCS8qf1OvM24/w485-h270/63df010366c6b25d19f94b7c7674e48f.gif" width="485" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: x-large;">Si tu es las et que la route te parait longue<br />Si tu t'aperçois que tu t'es trompé de chemin<br />Ne te laisse pas couler au fil des jours et du temps ...<br />Recommence !</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: x-large;">Si la vie te semble trop absurde<br />Si tu es déçu par trop de choses et trop de gens<br />Ne cherche pas à comprendre pourquoi ...<br />Recommence !</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: x-large;">Si tu as essayé d'être utile<br />Si tu as connu ta pauvreté et tes limites<br />Ne laisse pas là une tâche à moitié faite ...<br />Recommence !</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: x-large;">Si les autres te regardent avec reproche<br />S'ils sont déçus par toi, irrités<br />Ne te révolte pas, ne leur demande rien ...<br />Recommence !</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: x-large;">Car l'arbre rebourgeonne en oubliant l'hiver<br />Car le rameau fleurit sans demander pourquoi<br />Car l'oiseau fait son nid sans songer à l'automne<br />Car la vie est espoir et recommencement !<br /><br />Auteure inconnue<br /></span><br /></p>Elea Laureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14128788876933598596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575765469119939357.post-67585380771668170092023-09-16T15:44:00.000+02:002023-09-16T15:44:03.017+02:00*Le Mental<div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo2ZyiXDKNEWQecMWX9nl00F4vrd8fpDjcqaVUjwETH454nfSJrnXhQz2D4jL4AbUxfma31S5xFmgLgHdfVnPeo18WFuW1AbJYRLwX1YbdcvTDlvKMKSorxQYo74JjGT--0p6FilpYJkdfPbkkJYRpA221uqSfj4IlwzcyGPB9iPmOetknUEkkKNiPnE7m/s564/050aa19dbe569caf3bf7d28c460d9192.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="553" data-original-width="564" height="383" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo2ZyiXDKNEWQecMWX9nl00F4vrd8fpDjcqaVUjwETH454nfSJrnXhQz2D4jL4AbUxfma31S5xFmgLgHdfVnPeo18WFuW1AbJYRLwX1YbdcvTDlvKMKSorxQYo74JjGT--0p6FilpYJkdfPbkkJYRpA221uqSfj4IlwzcyGPB9iPmOetknUEkkKNiPnE7m/w391-h383/050aa19dbe569caf3bf7d28c460d9192.jpg" width="391" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: x-large;">"Le mental intuitif est un don sacré</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: x-large;">Et le mental rationnel est un serviteur fidèle.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: x-large;">Nous avons créé une société qui honore<br />Le serviteur et a oublié le don"</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: x-large;">- Albert Einstein -</span></div>Elea Laureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14128788876933598596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575765469119939357.post-46013023162355928702023-08-13T21:35:00.003+02:002023-09-12T18:03:50.100+02:00Force Intérieure<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSsVv-bkkFrWqGSol0MFYw-YigHFI5zbuNROTvU0mTuwB90vO0Nt6KSDq7uhp7en3HjHKhGMOgcXW4h85l1kpXd3HCcRq4CVxVOF4A2AJTLlENuAe1B1IQF6H0Ai6hONsWJHtXlp6lKJt39L0xcs7YtbUyEcizfyjSRlsBZkykNnkEepO4BSRzvczyAt0i/s564/ef07abd9c92dfc20f82badcb31d7e901.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="564" data-original-width="564" height="437" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSsVv-bkkFrWqGSol0MFYw-YigHFI5zbuNROTvU0mTuwB90vO0Nt6KSDq7uhp7en3HjHKhGMOgcXW4h85l1kpXd3HCcRq4CVxVOF4A2AJTLlENuAe1B1IQF6H0Ai6hONsWJHtXlp6lKJt39L0xcs7YtbUyEcizfyjSRlsBZkykNnkEepO4BSRzvczyAt0i/w437-h437/ef07abd9c92dfc20f82badcb31d7e901.jpg" width="437" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Playball;">°<span face=""Segoe UI", sans-serif" style="color: #231f20;">Il y a, dans chaque être humain, une force intérieure qui,<br />Une fois
libérée, </span></span><span style="color: #231f20; font-family: Playball;">peut faire de chaque vision,<br />rêve ou désir, une réalité.°</span></span><span style="color: #231f20; font-family: Playball; font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span face=""Segoe UI", sans-serif" style="color: #231f20;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;">Anthony
Robbins</span></span></p><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Akaya Telivigala; font-size: medium;">Anthony Robbins, né Anthony J. Mahavorick, né le 29 février 1960 à North Hollywood, est un coach et essayiste américain. Il est l'auteur de livres de développement personnel. </span>Elea Laureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14128788876933598596noreply@blogger.com0Belgique50.503887 4.46993622.193653163821153 -30.686314 78.814120836178844 39.626186tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575765469119939357.post-38993304769902576932023-08-03T14:08:00.001+02:002023-08-03T21:53:36.887+02:00*La Route*<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDoV7TqWPznkFZgizykrm0rtljVb2T7bhqRqSyKWBS2XirnQPJkodl9bvhm17dT2gpTVjHpyrE_IWJOCVogxfOdm2XpFUXgy98YLKZx6bCF3wuNiwJcKAVM5OY-xoVGdyEIKBToD76bp5h10ShvgctGAjPNgydYmoExWi5RfJXasjK3GOYOqKpDJQ9AuxW/s564/f6335153f36fa10053387f8f6e095b6c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="564" data-original-width="564" height="407" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDoV7TqWPznkFZgizykrm0rtljVb2T7bhqRqSyKWBS2XirnQPJkodl9bvhm17dT2gpTVjHpyrE_IWJOCVogxfOdm2XpFUXgy98YLKZx6bCF3wuNiwJcKAVM5OY-xoVGdyEIKBToD76bp5h10ShvgctGAjPNgydYmoExWi5RfJXasjK3GOYOqKpDJQ9AuxW/w407-h407/f6335153f36fa10053387f8f6e095b6c.jpg" width="407" /></a></div><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: x-large;">°<span face=""Segoe UI", sans-serif" style="color: #231f20;">Le vieux sage a dit :</span></span></div><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #231f20;">L’homme jeune marche plus vite que l’ancien</span></div><span face=""Segoe UI", sans-serif" style="color: #231f20;"><div style="text-align: center;">Mais
l’ancien connaît la route.° </div></span></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span face=""Segoe UI", sans-serif" style="color: #231f20;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: x-large;">Proverbe africain </span><span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"> </span></span></p>Elea Laureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14128788876933598596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575765469119939357.post-74495660387894952082023-07-27T23:27:00.001+02:002023-07-27T23:27:04.650+02:00Le Pouvoir du Goût<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC1YghMuAh-bkDK9FMo1Q_17ia5BiOTn4_t_0H0g-kOF5TpK4zdN2Wbak0-uTSD0EsMbzFuSEGn17lOzto91e4R93h_LCoL6Vi5f4JWYl9H6K8virxqfmqxqvevKMaZTkMKlm22tx1pGp9Zm7sgq0UZgeIZ-YCzC9t8i6ub0NjhAG3aUkr_rQJ2twHklmX/s705/6062a47e89854930810c2a98fc2158d0.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="705" data-original-width="564" height="466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC1YghMuAh-bkDK9FMo1Q_17ia5BiOTn4_t_0H0g-kOF5TpK4zdN2Wbak0-uTSD0EsMbzFuSEGn17lOzto91e4R93h_LCoL6Vi5f4JWYl9H6K8virxqfmqxqvevKMaZTkMKlm22tx1pGp9Zm7sgq0UZgeIZ-YCzC9t8i6ub0NjhAG3aUkr_rQJ2twHklmX/w373-h466/6062a47e89854930810c2a98fc2158d0.jpg" width="373" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;">°Chaque matin, tu as le pouvoir de choisir<br />la manière dont tu vas déguster ta journée.<br />L’important, c’est d’avoir bon goût !°</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;">Théo Mayan</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Cookie; font-size: large;">Théophile Henri Mayan, dit Théo Mayan</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Cookie; font-size: large;">Né le 22 décembre 1860 à Marseille et mort en 1936 est un peintre français.</span></div>Elea Laureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14128788876933598596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575765469119939357.post-66649403309890816072023-07-08T23:23:00.002+02:002023-07-08T23:23:42.340+02:00*Lumineuses attentes*<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigXKjWRwizjs90iSOB-eUZjnaqMWEl-9oOM-D_yveuD42ozY8LYc0rM3wnDhQ7a-ZxzB9q-64cMMRurJynj0jUaWJauuHTmGJFpd6_UZW68pOFM2J6Kjk856lG1oJuPaXlqW93Af-vCwCaARYnudKQhyI6uX2cu7UV8UqQI3j02uhvjFebJ0IoHsYR03NI/s733/8e69590ceccd820b2e533367b4e9f043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="733" data-original-width="564" height="366" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigXKjWRwizjs90iSOB-eUZjnaqMWEl-9oOM-D_yveuD42ozY8LYc0rM3wnDhQ7a-ZxzB9q-64cMMRurJynj0jUaWJauuHTmGJFpd6_UZW68pOFM2J6Kjk856lG1oJuPaXlqW93Af-vCwCaARYnudKQhyI6uX2cu7UV8UqQI3j02uhvjFebJ0IoHsYR03NI/w281-h366/8e69590ceccd820b2e533367b4e9f043.jpg" width="281" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span face=""Segoe UI", sans-serif" style="color: #231f20;"><span style="font-family: Cookie; font-size: x-large;">"Ayez de grandes et lumineuses attentes<br />Et de grandes et lumineuses
choses se produiront."</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span face=""Segoe UI", sans-serif" style="color: #231f20; font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Cookie;">Art Fettig, artiste peintre</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span face=""Segoe UI", sans-serif" style="color: #231f20; font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Cookie;">Support ; Pinterest</span> </span></p>Elea Laureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14128788876933598596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575765469119939357.post-80830419813523537632023-06-26T11:33:00.000+02:002023-06-26T11:33:15.479+02:00*L'enthousiasme<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-8bhy32IjwiepWrx48ODBaTgeLis0Iv5ZH-Aot7niZ5caGVadXWxoxtz03f48wAIsyFJwjftknIpMTBc_zGMKVhpbbI42eeZgN-bqWb4-n_4MIncgOuP9wYCTE8cbkLsMQXIpKipDYLBUTxPU0J1d_RNoZtoUulUIY8TMhdYkVv8ZEkNg09sJzOHexUty/s712/Pewob%20deviantart.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="712" data-original-width="564" height="381" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-8bhy32IjwiepWrx48ODBaTgeLis0Iv5ZH-Aot7niZ5caGVadXWxoxtz03f48wAIsyFJwjftknIpMTBc_zGMKVhpbbI42eeZgN-bqWb4-n_4MIncgOuP9wYCTE8cbkLsMQXIpKipDYLBUTxPU0J1d_RNoZtoUulUIY8TMhdYkVv8ZEkNg09sJzOHexUty/w301-h381/Pewob%20deviantart.jpg" width="301" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">°<span style="font-family: Playball;">L’enthousiasme possède une fréquence<br />énergétique élevée</span></span></div><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">qui entre en résonance avec<br />le pouvoir créatif de l’univers.°</div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;">Eckhart Tolle</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;">Art ; Pewob deviantart</span></p>Elea Laureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14128788876933598596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575765469119939357.post-63987396795214570342023-06-23T02:15:00.000+02:002023-06-23T02:15:06.119+02:00*L'Absent*<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTlw3juhzI27jk1jm68UTtXIP7aReviu0oahPJerds8CFcVoDy3ZccJPCgYaBF6ujVJkQi-Iuw0cOM0MTYrmJNzgg61ag0vjuvrekqzZBFRBTEXA3pLygDvYNvvHd9l8WkGO88t_PIi2h3O59Wei8A46Q0ndrbPaGsHT7ta9pDUm4zk9ghGolvd0T-zA/s2359/Gilbert%20B%C3%A9caud1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1870" data-original-width="2359" height="304" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTlw3juhzI27jk1jm68UTtXIP7aReviu0oahPJerds8CFcVoDy3ZccJPCgYaBF6ujVJkQi-Iuw0cOM0MTYrmJNzgg61ag0vjuvrekqzZBFRBTEXA3pLygDvYNvvHd9l8WkGO88t_PIi2h3O59Wei8A46Q0ndrbPaGsHT7ta9pDUm4zk9ghGolvd0T-zA/w382-h304/Gilbert%20B%C3%A9caud1.jpg" width="382" /></a></div><br /></div><span style="font-family: Cookie; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">Qu'elle est lourde à porter l'absence de l'ami</div><div style="text-align: center;">L'ami qui tous les soirs venait à cette table</div><div style="text-align: center;">Et qui ne viendra plus, la mort est misérable</div><div style="text-align: center;">Qui poignarde le cœur et qui te déconstruit</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Il avait dit un jour, "Lorsque je m'en irai"</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Vers les lointains pays au-delà de la Terre"</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Vous ne pleurerez pas, vous lèverez vos verres"</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Et vous boirez pour moi, à mon éternité"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Dans le creux de mes nuits, bien sûr, je voudrais bien</div><div style="text-align: center;">Boire à son souvenir pour lui rester fidèle</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mais j'ai trop de chagrin et sa voix qui m'appelle</div><div style="text-align: center;">Se plante comme un clou dans le creux de ma main</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Alors, je reste là au bord de mon passé</div><div style="text-align: center;">Silencieux et vaincu, pendant que sa voix passe</div><div style="text-align: center;">Et j'écoute la vie s'installer à sa place</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sa place qui pourtant demeure abandonnée</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">La vie de chaque jour aux minuscules joies</div><div style="text-align: center;">Veut remplir à tout prix le vide de l'absence</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mais elle ne pourra pas, avec ses manigances</div><div style="text-align: center;">Me prendre mon ami pour la seconde fois</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Elle est lourde à porter, hein, l'absence de l'ami</div><div style="text-align: center;">Elle est lourde à porter l'absence de l'ami</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Source : Musixmatch</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Paroliers : Gilbert Becaud / Louis Amade</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-size: medium;"><br /><span class="css-901oao css-16my406 r-poiln3 r-bcqeeo r-qvutc0" style="background-color: white; border: 0px solid black; box-sizing: border-box; display: inline; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px;"><br /></span></span><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: medium;">°Les fées demeurent par-delà les cieux,<br />car les cieux sont le parvis de leur temple,<br />et les étoiles sont les marques de leurs pas.°</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span class="css-901oao css-16my406 r-poiln3 r-bcqeeo r-qvutc0" style="background-color: white; border: 0px solid black; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1419; display: inline; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;">Honoré de Balzac </span></div></span>Elea Laureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14128788876933598596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575765469119939357.post-58573080690181297502023-06-06T02:11:00.001+02:002023-06-06T02:11:13.666+02:00*Le Zen*<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzPk8MCc-u-u0_IrjzI5e6zs1_1DqjMbghLo5yL8805fYrrqNY8TwEv0b2D3uDqCPirQh2ykQnfcOr_3I8nyAdv2oWZsHfPs2T08heLTuj8-JUuqTJjezbukZbmXg7aEfUNzKc4rq2ZAnQVXYj3UMyFIVumTpvbqo3akF4XqjrQ9NXT5d-PyLmVOtYcw/s800/5d5ee8e7076797b50296d6524a5728a7.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="534" height="444" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzPk8MCc-u-u0_IrjzI5e6zs1_1DqjMbghLo5yL8805fYrrqNY8TwEv0b2D3uDqCPirQh2ykQnfcOr_3I8nyAdv2oWZsHfPs2T08heLTuj8-JUuqTJjezbukZbmXg7aEfUNzKc4rq2ZAnQVXYj3UMyFIVumTpvbqo3akF4XqjrQ9NXT5d-PyLmVOtYcw/w297-h444/5d5ee8e7076797b50296d6524a5728a7.jpg" width="297" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;">°La vocation du zen<br />Est de nous rendre purs & de nous amener<br />A un état d'harmonie, à un retour à l'équilibre<br />qui est souvent l'état naturel de l'enfant.°</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #0f1419; text-align: start; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: medium;">Gudo Roshi Nishijima</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #0f1419; text-align: start; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Playball; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #0f1419; text-align: start; white-space: pre-wrap;">Art ; </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #0f1419; white-space: pre-wrap;">Kathleen Brennan</span></span></div>Elea Laureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14128788876933598596noreply@blogger.com0WMJG+X3 Moivre, France48.9324421 4.675224323.439463202023386 -30.4810257 74.425420997976616 39.831474299999996tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575765469119939357.post-41029508436960348742023-05-17T02:57:00.001+02:002023-05-17T02:57:57.890+02:00*Les Chats<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYociiUprRsVfwaRtjY1VOCDy90N378073q_4u7CNOnwPo0dTgsSKWoe-CAYtzeWafhzzr2RO4NJ9zAedIm2j4M-jjJYnr2JzPDgY5JpkA8wi8wiFlXMJe34BE_reMIY-1eKoVr0jkd4p-XmAcTgXWkqLNZvO6igp8S9HzycozXKHcPCAvUulQtmfZOQ/s564/eeeb7bcde7687562568995502b7f5b2b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="564" data-original-width="564" height="386" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYociiUprRsVfwaRtjY1VOCDy90N378073q_4u7CNOnwPo0dTgsSKWoe-CAYtzeWafhzzr2RO4NJ9zAedIm2j4M-jjJYnr2JzPDgY5JpkA8wi8wiFlXMJe34BE_reMIY-1eKoVr0jkd4p-XmAcTgXWkqLNZvO6igp8S9HzycozXKHcPCAvUulQtmfZOQ/w386-h386/eeeb7bcde7687562568995502b7f5b2b.jpg" width="386" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Cookie; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Cookie; font-size: large;">° Les chats sont les gardiens de nos silences.°</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Cookie; font-size: large;">Marcel Ohayon</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>Elea Laureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14128788876933598596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575765469119939357.post-20711874225796491632023-05-13T01:56:00.001+02:002023-05-13T01:56:39.916+02:00*La Sérénité<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdONd1fTS57MKk083Y_HuG1qIinTFA4m4otYmuaHQgPlwFC5Lye0rv-j52wIC5B7_ApIs9qFOY5xtCI989koC183xESsDw76qlZZu_9bfmRUdDx8r8b6ys99IH-yUQTVe1kDyLLJafPF4hSTDJUiKGkRwkeuiCUdooHVks_MBr7FgJV6bd4iKA-EnEw/s1002/f6476adbe036218886edf37cc17c5a31.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1002" data-original-width="564" height="584" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdONd1fTS57MKk083Y_HuG1qIinTFA4m4otYmuaHQgPlwFC5Lye0rv-j52wIC5B7_ApIs9qFOY5xtCI989koC183xESsDw76qlZZu_9bfmRUdDx8r8b6ys99IH-yUQTVe1kDyLLJafPF4hSTDJUiKGkRwkeuiCUdooHVks_MBr7FgJV6bd4iKA-EnEw/w329-h584/f6476adbe036218886edf37cc17c5a31.jpg" width="329" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Cookie; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Cookie;">°La sérénité, c'est de voir avec les yeux d'un ange,<br /></span><span style="font-family: Cookie;">l'absolu profondeur du silence.°</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Cookie; font-size: large;">Sonia Lahsaini</span></p><p><br /></p>Elea Laureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14128788876933598596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575765469119939357.post-39206048334209117362023-04-08T01:53:00.001+02:002023-10-22T16:39:56.488+02:00*Les Cœurs Noirs<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpAXlZyFI6nGRyLBcnsfBNHQTvG00df00QhVixhJCQS7zETbakgH9vHpAlDFEBYeqhyOVMHPYCQmpBKpB5iImeFs0rX7XHkTjyyFvBOPzLDlbHoLLnP9s23-W0gUVv948CBWXrde85rzwB06oaECBCf2DSo2h3DI8AOTWqo8yEiAJdW5IZpuIR4fu26A/s457/152b0e0927530268f1a16e8f5a128010.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="457" data-original-width="236" height="468" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpAXlZyFI6nGRyLBcnsfBNHQTvG00df00QhVixhJCQS7zETbakgH9vHpAlDFEBYeqhyOVMHPYCQmpBKpB5iImeFs0rX7XHkTjyyFvBOPzLDlbHoLLnP9s23-W0gUVv948CBWXrde85rzwB06oaECBCf2DSo2h3DI8AOTWqo8yEiAJdW5IZpuIR4fu26A/w261-h468/152b0e0927530268f1a16e8f5a128010.jpg" width="261" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Cookie; font-size: large;">Personne n'est réellement ce qu'il a l'air d'être.<br />Pourtant, on veut tous être des gens bien, perçus, estimés, aimés<br />pour ce que l'on est. Un sacré paradoxe qui nous oblige à faire semblant,<br />à camoufler notre nature profonde, nos faiblesses de même que certaines<br />de nos forces, inavouables, ou de nos horreurs les plus intimes.<br />La plupart des gens croient être honnêtes et vrais, avec eux-mêmes<br />comme avec les autres. Sans doute préfèrent-ils rester aveugles.<br />C'est plus facile. Ça fait moins mal.<br />Mais, au final, on a tous quelque chose à cacher.</span></div><span style="font-family: Cookie; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Tous.</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Cookie; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Cookie; font-size: large;">Tugdual - Anne Plichota & Cendrine Wolf</span></div><br />Elea Laureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14128788876933598596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575765469119939357.post-82870695152710866022023-04-06T23:18:00.002+02:002023-04-06T23:18:32.470+02:00*Avril Sonne*<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvkBxM1NCRK1fyyzhU0tXQSveS6Yq94JCz-KQB_YLdjLapOuGKJQcngj9x19cFWs0s8uP-LpiiDz0ilxQcXWtj8JWgJbEAYe3MyqkOQfLAycpUKT0IcnJIs_Bhb2BijTdwhpXJLZ6SvvJmDCVKshXxixdjZkiWcKfMbt8cFq0h9JNelDn9jAi5FdNVTw/s564/16f7b8f88e2792a1dc196843067b97c6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="564" data-original-width="564" height="387" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvkBxM1NCRK1fyyzhU0tXQSveS6Yq94JCz-KQB_YLdjLapOuGKJQcngj9x19cFWs0s8uP-LpiiDz0ilxQcXWtj8JWgJbEAYe3MyqkOQfLAycpUKT0IcnJIs_Bhb2BijTdwhpXJLZ6SvvJmDCVKshXxixdjZkiWcKfMbt8cFq0h9JNelDn9jAi5FdNVTw/w387-h387/16f7b8f88e2792a1dc196843067b97c6.jpg" width="387" /></a></div><br /></div><span style="font-family: Cookie; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">Avril sonne et le gai pinson</div><div style="text-align: center;">Résonne à l'horizon</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ah ce doux rayon ...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Quand il entre dans la maison !</div><div style="text-align: center;">Furtif et chaleureux</div><div style="text-align: center;">Chassant les idées noires</div><div style="text-align: center;">De sa lumière soyeuse</div><div style="text-align: center;">Allez, oups, mars aurevoir !</div><div style="text-align: center;">Les beaux jours reviennent</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour des amours souveraines ... <img src="https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/tce/1.5/16/1f618.png" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Belle journée chez vous,<br />portez-vous bien surtout !</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div>☙⚝❧</div><div>© Elea Laureen</div></div></span>Elea Laureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14128788876933598596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575765469119939357.post-66642814904060549272023-03-30T00:29:00.001+02:002023-03-30T00:29:56.036+02:00*Beauté et inspiration<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9h2pZnz_--kxz65OMbPZtK39hX3tcj01g9x1vgAWf1PoJtx_PwCyQwijG9NxvLsEbRl4faDyttHN0WqFyp3hWFVBKn-Zkm6-yLWNW14V13PncVPIGjrYoBDr5vHeU0DotXS96FCWmMvxkCyxIAyvlrQGIpiX9H7z4x8FoDw5vbvDZiW5naC7s8KHwnA/s564/c6839b9b7ec40561c336d588d652fd79.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="376" data-original-width="564" height="307" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9h2pZnz_--kxz65OMbPZtK39hX3tcj01g9x1vgAWf1PoJtx_PwCyQwijG9NxvLsEbRl4faDyttHN0WqFyp3hWFVBKn-Zkm6-yLWNW14V13PncVPIGjrYoBDr5vHeU0DotXS96FCWmMvxkCyxIAyvlrQGIpiX9H7z4x8FoDw5vbvDZiW5naC7s8KHwnA/w461-h307/c6839b9b7ec40561c336d588d652fd79.jpg" width="461" /></a></div><br /></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="font-family: Cookie; text-align: center;">"Inviter la beauté à entrer<br />et laisser l'inspiration sortir."</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Cookie; font-size: large;">Sylvain tesson</span></p>Elea Laureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14128788876933598596noreply@blogger.com0