tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21506386445117281012011-07-28T10:37:12.453-07:00l'horizonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01215741832774416276noreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150638644511728101.post-58944413353612660492009-04-11T13:36:00.000-07:002009-04-11T13:41:55.432-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqW1Hjg8RiI/SeEAf-fBGUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/M-VWf8SuQbg/s1600-h/les+chocolats+de+Gaetan+avril+2009+067.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323536783877675330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqW1Hjg8RiI/SeEAf-fBGUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/M-VWf8SuQbg/s320/les+chocolats+de+Gaetan+avril+2009+067.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150638644511728101-5894441335361266049?l=horizonvague.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>l'horizonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01215741832774416276noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150638644511728101.post-64441980772802449232009-04-10T12:25:00.000-07:002009-04-10T12:30:59.618-07:00<span style="color:#ffcc99;"></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqW1Hjg8RiI/Sd-eCm-kGZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/AFu6GV2N520/s1600-h/UN+GROS+NEUF+EN+CHOCOLAT.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323147052235102610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqW1Hjg8RiI/Sd-eCm-kGZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/AFu6GV2N520/s320/UN+GROS+NEUF+EN+CHOCOLAT.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqW1Hjg8RiI/Sd-eCUQloHI/AAAAAAAAACs/0Q7KzgH4ltM/s1600-h/PAQUES+2009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323147047210426482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqW1Hjg8RiI/Sd-eCUQloHI/AAAAAAAAACs/0Q7KzgH4ltM/s320/PAQUES+2009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#ffcc99;"><span style="font-size:180%;">JOYEUSES PAQUES </span><span style="font-size:85%;">à tous ceux qui liront ce blog ! </span><br /></span><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150638644511728101-6444198077280244923?l=horizonvague.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>l'horizonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01215741832774416276noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150638644511728101.post-22950430057966022512008-06-28T04:12:00.000-07:002008-06-28T04:14:22.349-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqW1Hjg8RiI/SGYc-wEENrI/AAAAAAAAABs/6mpHEzQ9ZxQ/s1600-h/horizon+breton.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216889082734720690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqW1Hjg8RiI/SGYc-wEENrI/AAAAAAAAABs/6mpHEzQ9ZxQ/s320/horizon+breton.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150638644511728101-2295043005796602251?l=horizonvague.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>l'horizonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01215741832774416276noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150638644511728101.post-80235605492182561342008-06-28T03:48:00.000-07:002008-06-28T03:56:08.784-07:00<span style="color:#33ccff;">Je me suis embarqué sur un vaisseau qui danse</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">Et roule bord sur bord et tangue et se balance</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">Mes pieds ont oublié la terre et ses chemins ;</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">Les vagues souples m'ont appris d'autres cadences</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">Plus belles que le rythme las des chants humains.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">A vivre parmi vous, hélas ! avais-je une âme ?</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">Mes frères, j'ai souffert sur tous vos continents.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">Je ne veux que la mer, je ne veux que le vent</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">Pour me bercer, comme un enfant, au creux des lames.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">Hors du port qui n'est plus qu'une image effacée,</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">Les larmes du départ ne brûlent plus mes yeux.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">Je ne me souviens pas de mes derniers adieux...</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">O ma peine, ma peine, où vous ai-je laissée ?</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">Voilà je suis parti plus loin que les Antilles,</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">Vers des pays nouveaux, lumineux et subtils.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">Je n'emporte avec moi, pour toute pacotille, </span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">Que mon coeur...Mais les sauvages, en voudront-ils ?</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">paroles de Jean de la Ville de Mirmont, interprétée par Julien Clerc, 2000.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150638644511728101-8023560549218256134?l=horizonvague.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>l'horizonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01215741832774416276noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150638644511728101.post-62179467956318980102008-05-09T05:01:00.000-07:002008-05-09T05:06:32.558-07:00<span style="color:#33ffff;">II</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">Par l'appel souriant de sa claire étendue</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">Et les feux agités de ses miroirs dansants,</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">La mer, magicienne éblouissante et nue,</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">Eveille aux grands espoirs les coeurs adolescents.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">Pour tenter de la fuir leur effort est stérile ;</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">Les moins aventureux deviennent ses amants,</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">Et, dès lors, un regret éternel les exile,</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">Car l'on ne guérit point de ses embrasements.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">C'est elle, la première, en ouvrant sa ceinture</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">D'écume, qui m'offrit son amour dangereux</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">Dont mon âme a gardé pour toujours la brulure</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">Et dont j'ai conservé le reflet dans mes yeux.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">Jean de LA VILLE de MIRMONT</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150638644511728101-6217946795631898010?l=horizonvague.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>l'horizonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01215741832774416276noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150638644511728101.post-44153087644404636972008-05-09T04:44:00.001-07:002008-05-09T04:54:44.802-07:00<span style="color:#99ffff;">En fumée elle est donc chassée</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">L'éternité, la traversée,</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">Qui fit de Vous ma soeur d'un jour,</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">Ma soeur d'amour !</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">Là-bas : cette mer incolore</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">Où ce qui fut Toi flotte encore...</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">Ici : la terre, ton écueil,</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">Tertre de deuil !</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">On t'espère là...Va légère !</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">Qui te bercera, Passagère ?</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">O passagère de mon coeur,</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">Ton remorqueur !</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">Quel Mélénas, sur son rivage,</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">Fait le pied ?...-Va, j'ai ton sillage...</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">J'ai, -quand il est là voir venir-</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">Ton souvenir !</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">Il n'aura pas, lui, ma Peureuse, </span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">Les sauts de ta gorge houleuse !</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">Tes sourcils salès de poudrain</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">Pendant un grain !</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">Il ne t'aura pas : effrontée !</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">Par tes cheveux au vent fouettée !...</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">Ni, durant les longs quarts de nuit,</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">Ton doux ennui...</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">Ni ma poésie où - <em>Posée, </em></span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;"><em>Tu seras la mouette blessée,</em></span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;"><em>Et moi le flot qu'elle rasa...</em></span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">Et ceoetera.</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">-Le large, bête sans limite,</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">Me paraîtra bien grand, Petite,</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">Sans Toi !...Rien n'est plus l'horizon</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">Qu'une cloison.</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">Qu'elle va me sembler étroite,</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">Tout seul, la boîte à deux !...la boîte</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">Où nous n'avions qu'un oreiller</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">Pour sommeiller.</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">Déjà le soleil se fait sombre</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">Qui ne balance plus ton ombre,</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">Et la houle a fait un grand pli...</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">Comme l'oubli...</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">Ainsi déchantait sa fortune,</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">En vigie, au sec, dans la hune,</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">Par un soir frais, vers le matin,</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">Un pilotin.</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">"les Amours jaunes", Tristan Corbière</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150638644511728101-4415308764440463697?l=horizonvague.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>l'horizonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01215741832774416276noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150638644511728101.post-29143111510579334312008-05-09T04:40:00.000-07:002008-05-09T04:42:30.210-07:00<span style="color:#99ffff;">Je ne sais pourquoi</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">Mon esprit amer</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">D'une aile inquiète et folle vole sur la mer,</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">Tout ce qui m'est cher,</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">D'une aile d'effroi</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">Mon amour le couve au ras des flots. Pourquoi, pourquoi ?</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150638644511728101-2914311151057933431?l=horizonvague.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>l'horizonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01215741832774416276noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150638644511728101.post-42301737796332256612008-05-09T04:33:00.000-07:002008-05-09T04:35:36.317-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AqW1Hjg8RiI/SCQ23c6iu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEHOZH8Rt6M/s1600-h/st+julien+au+petit+matin,+temps+de+pose+10secondes,+sans+pied+!+des+%C3%A9clairs...yessss+youpiii.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198340196174838722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AqW1Hjg8RiI/SCQ23c6iu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEHOZH8Rt6M/s200/st+julien+au+petit+matin,+temps+de+pose+10secondes,+sans+pied+!+des+%C3%A9clairs...yessss+youpiii.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150638644511728101-4230173779633225661?l=horizonvague.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>l'horizonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01215741832774416276noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150638644511728101.post-12128215130501835872008-05-09T04:13:00.000-07:002008-05-09T04:21:44.911-07:00<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ffff;">L'océan sonore</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">Palpite sous l'oeil</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">De la lune en deuil</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">Et palpite encore,</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">Tandis qu'un éclair</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">Brutal et sinistre</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">Fend le ciel de bistre</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">D'un long zigzag clair,</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">Et que chaque lame</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">En bonds convulsifs</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">Le long des récifs</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">Va, vient, luit et clame,</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">Et qu'au firmament,</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">Où l'ouragan erre,</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">Rugit le tonnerre</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">Formidablement.</span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">"eaux fortes" Poèmes saturniens, Paul Verlaine</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150638644511728101-1212821513050183587?l=horizonvague.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>l'horizonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01215741832774416276noreply@blogger.com0