poësies et causerire http://loubejac.blog50.com/ Sun, 20 Jul 2008 21:06:27 +0200 blog50.com All Rights Reserved http://loubejac.blog50.com/archive/2008/07/20/précédons-le-tour-dans-les-alpes.html http://loubejac.blog50.com/archive/2008/07/20/précédons-le-tour-dans-les-alpes.html noreply@blog50.com (huguette macary) Blog Sun, 20 Jul 2008 08:35:00 +0200 <p>&nbsp; qui&nbsp; mieux&nbsp; que&nbsp; Jean&nbsp; Ferrat&nbsp;&nbsp; peut&nbsp; chanter&nbsp;&nbsp; ? Que la&nbsp; montagne&nbsp; est&nbsp; belle&nbsp; ....<br /> <a href="http://loubejac.blog50.com/files/_Jean_Ferrat_-_Que_la_montagne_est_belle.2.mp3"><img src="http://www.blog50.com/images/extras/podcast.jpg" border="0" alt="podcast"/></a> <object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.blog50.com/images/extras/dewplayer.swf?son=http://loubejac.blog50.com/files/_Jean_Ferrat_-_Que_la_montagne_est_belle.2.mp3" width="200" height="20"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.blog50.com/images/extras/dewplayer.swf?son=http://loubejac.blog50.com/files/_Jean_Ferrat_-_Que_la_montagne_est_belle.2.mp3" /> <param name="pluginspage" value="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /> </object><br /> <a target="_blank" href="http://loubejac.blog50.com/images/medium_alpes_vaud_ete.jpg"><strong><img src="http://loubejac.blog50.com/images/medium_alpes_vaud_ete.jpg" alt="medium_alpes_vaud_ete.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0.2em 1.4em 0.7em 0px; border-width: 0px" /></strong></a><strong>PAYSAGES&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;, &nbsp;FLEURS&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;DES&nbsp;&nbsp;</strong> <a target="_blank" href="http://loubejac.blog50.com/images/medium_les_alpes.jpg"><strong><img src="http://loubejac.blog50.com/images/medium_les_alpes.jpg" alt="medium_les_alpes.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0.2em 1.4em 0.7em 0px; border-width: 0px" /></strong></a><a target="_blank" href="http://loubejac.blog50.com/images/medium_fleur.2.jpg"><strong><img src="http://loubejac.blog50.com/images/medium_fleur.2.jpg" alt="medium_fleur.2.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0.2em 1.4em 0.7em 0px; border-width: 0px" /></strong></a><a target="_blank" href="http://loubejac.blog50.com/images/medium__Alpes_Reine_des_Alpes.jpg"><strong><img src="http://loubejac.blog50.com/images/medium__Alpes_Reine_des_Alpes.jpg" alt="medium__Alpes_Reine_des_Alpes.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0.2em 1.4em 0.7em 0px; border-width: 0px" /></strong></a><a target="_blank" href="http://loubejac.blog50.com/images/medium_alpes_fleurs.jpg"><strong><img src="http://loubejac.blog50.com/images/medium_alpes_fleurs.jpg" alt="medium_alpes_fleurs.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0.2em 1.4em 0.7em 0px; border-width: 0px" /></strong></a><a target="_blank" href="http://loubejac.blog50.com/images/medium_alpes_fleurs_roses.jpg"><strong><img src="http://loubejac.blog50.com/images/medium_alpes_fleurs_roses.jpg" alt="medium_alpes_fleurs_roses.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0.2em 1.4em 0.7em 0px; border-width: 0px" /></strong></a><strong>&nbsp;ALPES&nbsp; . VIVE&nbsp; LA&nbsp; NATURE ....</strong></p> http://loubejac.blog50.com/archive/2008/07/19/la-musique-est-un-cri.html http://loubejac.blog50.com/archive/2008/07/19/la-musique-est-un-cri.html noreply@blog50.com (huguette macary) chansons Sat, 19 Jul 2008 21:22:09 +0200 <p><strong>Pour&nbsp; Nelson Mandela&nbsp; qui&nbsp; a&nbsp; fété&nbsp; ses&nbsp; &nbsp;90&nbsp;&nbsp; ans&nbsp; <a target="_blank" href="http://loubejac.blog50.com/images/medium_u1_mandela.jpg"><img src="http://loubejac.blog50.com/images/medium_u1_mandela.jpg" alt="medium_u1_mandela.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0.2em 1.4em 0.7em 0px; border-width: 0px" /></a><a target="_blank" href="http://loubejac.blog50.com/images/medium_la_musique_est_un_cri.jpg"><img src="http://loubejac.blog50.com/images/medium_la_musique_est_un_cri.jpg" alt="medium_la_musique_est_un_cri.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0.2em 1.4em 0.7em 0px; border-width: 0px" /></a>....Bernard&nbsp; Lavilliers&nbsp; chante ..<br /> <a href="http://loubejac.blog50.com/files/Bernard_Lavilliers_-_La_Musique_Est_Un_Cri.mp3"><img src="http://www.blog50.com/images/extras/podcast.jpg" border="0" alt="podcast"/></a> <object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.blog50.com/images/extras/dewplayer.swf?son=http://loubejac.blog50.com/files/Bernard_Lavilliers_-_La_Musique_Est_Un_Cri.mp3" width="200" height="20"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.blog50.com/images/extras/dewplayer.swf?son=http://loubejac.blog50.com/files/Bernard_Lavilliers_-_La_Musique_Est_Un_Cri.mp3" /> <param name="pluginspage" value="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /> </object><br /></strong></p> http://loubejac.blog50.com/archive/2008/07/19/petit-retour-en-arrière.html http://loubejac.blog50.com/archive/2008/07/19/petit-retour-en-arrière.html noreply@blog50.com (huguette macary) Blog Sat, 19 Jul 2008 10:10:00 +0200 <p><strong><a target="_blank" href="http://loubejac.blog50.com/images/medium__lwf0009_-_copie_1_.2.jpg"><img src="http://loubejac.blog50.com/images/medium__lwf0009_-_copie_1_.2.jpg" alt="medium__lwf0009_-_copie_1_.2.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0.2em 1.4em 0.7em 0px; border-width: 0px" /></a>C'est&nbsp; toujours&nbsp; comme&nbsp; ça&nbsp; la&nbsp; première&nbsp; fois&nbsp; ..... Souvenirs ...</strong></p> <p><strong>C'était&nbsp; la&nbsp; première&nbsp; fois&nbsp; qu'elle&nbsp; voyait&nbsp; la&nbsp; mer&nbsp; ,&nbsp; et&nbsp; ce&nbsp; fut&nbsp;ce&nbsp; jour là&nbsp; qu'elle&nbsp; appris&nbsp;&nbsp; a&nbsp; faire&nbsp; ses&nbsp; premières&nbsp; brasses&nbsp; ,&nbsp; non&nbsp; sans&nbsp; peine&nbsp;&nbsp; ,&nbsp; sans&nbsp; bouée&nbsp; ,&nbsp; elle&nbsp; s'est&nbsp; lancé&nbsp;&nbsp;, a&nbsp; persévéré ,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; elle&nbsp;&nbsp; était&nbsp;&nbsp; fière&nbsp;&nbsp; et&nbsp; nous&nbsp; aussi&nbsp; .Le&nbsp; soir&nbsp; elle&nbsp; nageait .....</strong></p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p><strong>.<a target="_blank" href="http://loubejac.blog50.com/images/medium_fete-village-haute-marne.jpg"><img src="http://loubejac.blog50.com/images/medium_fete-village-haute-marne.jpg" alt="medium_fete-village-haute-marne.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0.2em 1.4em 0.7em 0px; border-width: 0px" /></a>Je&nbsp; me&nbsp; souviens&nbsp; , c'était&nbsp; la&nbsp; fête&nbsp; au&nbsp; village&nbsp; et&nbsp; un&nbsp; petit&nbsp; manège&nbsp;&nbsp;tournait &nbsp; sur&nbsp; la&nbsp; place&nbsp; ,&nbsp; nous&nbsp; étions&nbsp; trois&nbsp; mamans&nbsp; qui&nbsp; avions&nbsp; installé&nbsp;nos &nbsp;fifilles&nbsp; sur&nbsp; le&nbsp; manège&nbsp; !</strong></p> <p><strong>C'était&nbsp; la&nbsp; première&nbsp; fois&nbsp;&nbsp; pour&nbsp; moi&nbsp; , j'étais&nbsp;&nbsp;transfigurée&nbsp; , je&nbsp; ne&nbsp; voyais&nbsp; qu'elle&nbsp; , béate&nbsp; d'admiration&nbsp; , de&nbsp; tendresse ,</strong></p> <p><strong>* ma&nbsp; cousine&nbsp; me&nbsp; regardait&nbsp; avec&nbsp; un&nbsp; gentil&nbsp; sourire&nbsp; , &lt; tu la&nbsp; bades .....&nbsp;</strong></p> <p><strong>&nbsp;oui&nbsp; , jamais&nbsp; je&nbsp; n'avais&nbsp; ressenti&nbsp; un&nbsp; si&nbsp; grand&nbsp; bonheur.....ma&nbsp; fille&nbsp;me&nbsp; regardait&nbsp; avec&nbsp; ravissement.....</strong></p> <p><strong>C'est&nbsp;&nbsp; très&nbsp; banal&nbsp; tout&nbsp; ça&nbsp; , mais&nbsp; pour&nbsp; moi&nbsp; ce&nbsp; ne&nbsp; l'était&nbsp; pas&nbsp; ...</strong></p> <p><strong>Souvenirs&nbsp; ..</strong></p>