tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374813432011-12-15T10:38:54.128-08:00strofkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592287056316631990noreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37481343.post-73494784978433427032007-04-26T10:06:00.000-07:002007-04-26T10:08:14.924-07:00<div align="center">- </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:webdings;">O</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Webdings;"></span> </div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;">si le lot de nous autres<br />allumés de la plume<br />c'est d'écrire au stylo<br />j'aime autant être apôtre<br />et décrocher la lune.</span><br /></span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff6600;">***</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Webdings;"></span><br />-<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37481343-7349478497843342703?l=fullgurance.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>strofkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592287056316631990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37481343.post-48465238572135522532007-04-26T01:10:00.000-07:002007-04-26T01:20:49.702-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#333333;">-<br /></span></div><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;">e</span></p><div align="center"><br /><br /><span style="color:#333333;">et à quoi ça t'avancera<br />et à quoi ça t'avancerait<br />de savoir ça de savoir<br />que je ne t'aime plus. </span></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><span style="color:#333333;">-</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37481343-4846523857213552253?l=fullgurance.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>strofkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592287056316631990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37481343.post-40395638162522515282007-04-26T00:59:00.000-07:002007-04-26T01:10:18.758-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;">- </span></div><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"></span> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"><span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff6600;">r</span></p><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br />il a suffit de presque rien<br />d'une variation d'amour<br />pour que le soleil lui-même<br />en retard sur son ombre<br />soit à l'ordre du jour.<br /><br /><br /><br />-</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37481343-4039563816252251528?l=fullgurance.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>strofkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592287056316631990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37481343.post-56332855611428442542007-04-12T10:00:00.000-07:002007-04-26T01:13:36.868-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">- </span></div><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"></span> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;color:#333333;">z</span></p><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#333333;">je ne sens plus mes jambes<br />j'ai trop dansé la samba<br />bien que j'ai eu la sensation<br />d'avoir fait sensation<br />j'ai la facheuse impression<br />d'en avoir un peu trop fait<br />d'être fait comme un rat.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;"></span><br /><br />-</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37481343-5633285561142844254?l=fullgurance.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>strofkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592287056316631990noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37481343.post-68218964763760399152007-04-12T03:45:00.000-07:002007-04-12T03:46:48.347-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#333333;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#333333;">il s'accomplissait</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#333333;">disons qu'il s'est accompli</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#333333;">dans l'échange et le don</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#333333;">comme pour changer les gens</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#333333;">comme pour changer le monde.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#333333;">-</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37481343-6821896476376039915?l=fullgurance.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>strofkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592287056316631990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37481343.post-6817017929976154082007-04-06T01:34:00.000-07:002007-04-06T01:35:57.135-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><br /> </div></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;color:#333333;">m</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Webdings;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:Webdings;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;">r</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Webdings;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"> </div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#333333;">tes poches sont pleines de vide<br />mais ton for intérieur est l'hospice<br />de l'ardant - tu bêles et foules<br />sans peur les bords du précipice.</span> </div><div align="center"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">-</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37481343-681701792997615408?l=fullgurance.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>strofkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592287056316631990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37481343.post-17005642486797697992007-03-13T04:13:00.000-07:002007-03-13T04:16:55.687-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">-<br /></div></span><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"> </p><div align="center"><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>ô</strong> </span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#666666;">le paradis se ride<br />el paraíso se raidit<br />paradiso rapide<br /><br /><br />prés d'ici il y a un monde<br />qui est beau festin magique<br />un autre prés plus loin<br />sous nos pieds. </span></div><div align="center"> </div><span style="color:#666666;"><div align="center"><br /><br />-</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37481343-1700564248679769799?l=fullgurance.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>strofkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592287056316631990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37481343.post-1164037496465494762006-11-20T07:38:00.000-08:002006-11-20T07:46:28.013-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"><span style="color:#ff9900;">fulgurance o1</span><br />-<br /><br />l'eau donne matière au sang à couler<br />je vous laisse la comparaison par idéal<br />alors image comme on dit image.<br /><br /><br /><br />-<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">fulgurance o2</span> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;">-<br /><br />plus je t'aime et plus je sombre<br />je le croyais fini je n'en peux plus<br />de ne plus t'aimer<br />puis-je vivre sans toi<br />et puis ne pas mourir<br /><br /><br /><br />-<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">fulgurance o3<br /></span>-<br /><br />à trop se dire je t'aime<br />on se dissémine<br />à trop s'aimer<br />on se sème.<br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"><br />-<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">fulgurance o4 </span><br />-<br /><br />L'amour est un<br />banquet fané<br />hoquet fatal<br />l'amour est un<br />bouquet final.<br /><br /><br /><br />-<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">fulgurance o5<br /></span>-<br />Quand on ne voit</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;">qu'une seule couleur du paon</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;">qu'un poan du ciel<br />on le voit bleu<br />c'est pas triste<br />quand on ne voit que le bleu</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;">du ciel le ciel est bleu<br />ça ne me dit rien<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;">on le dit bleu<br />meandres </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;">-</span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">fulgurance o6<br /></span>-<br /><br />remplir une bouteille ou attendre vendredi<br />fort d'un chance humaine de perception bizarre<br />l'échéance reste là même chose là inhumation<br /><br /><br /><br />-<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">fulgurance o7 </span><br />-<br /><br />il n'y a pas de rien sans rien<br />robe de pierre<br />le lit est encore chaud<br /><br />le passé trop récent.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><br />-<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">fulgurance o8</span><br />-<br /><br />fulgurer ne se conjugue au présent<br />indicatif futur<br />nous fulgurons<br />strofka<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br />-<br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">fulgurance o9</span><br />-<br /><br />Accrochée au néant<br />quelque chose comme la vie part<br />une foret vierge de tout arbre<br />où je meurs.<br /><br /><br />- </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37481343-116403749646549476?l=fullgurance.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>strofkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592287056316631990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37481343.post-1163179995558654702003-09-10T09:32:00.000-07:002006-11-10T09:33:15.560-08:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;">-<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;">Accrochée au néant<br />quelque chose comme la vie part<br />une foret vierge de tout arbre<br />où je meurs.<br /><br /><br />-</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37481343-116317999555865470?l=fullgurance.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>strofkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592287056316631990noreply@blogger.com