tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-310896332011-09-28T10:13:24.790-07:00Des idées en vrac, des sautes d'humeur, des amours, des constatations,...Versteckthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04727760981859002151noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31089633.post-11241888924519874382011-02-11T10:37:00.002-08:002011-02-11T10:58:15.696-08:00<embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="audioUrl=http://www.megaupload.com/?d=RZM3M1A0" src="http://www.google.com/reader/ui/3523697345-audio-player.swf" width="400" height="27" quality="best"></embed><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31089633-1124188892451987438?l=stumble-then-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Versteckthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04727760981859002151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31089633.post-28969786550747747652011-02-11T10:37:00.001-08:002011-02-11T10:54:45.858-08:00<embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.google.com/reader/ui/3523697345-audio-player.swf" flashvars="audioUrl=http://www.megaupload.com/?d=RZM3M1A0" width="400" height="27" quality="best"></embed><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31089633-2896978655074774765?l=stumble-then-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Versteckthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04727760981859002151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31089633.post-27867007972273882752011-02-11T10:37:00.000-08:002011-02-11T10:53:06.231-08:00<object width="289" height="28" data="http://www.google.com/reader/ui/3247397568-audio-player.swf?audioUrl=http://www.megaupload.com/?d=RZM3M1A0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"><br /> <br /><param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff" /><br /><param name="flashvars" value="playerMode=embedded" /><br /><param name="src" value="http://www.google.com/reader/ui/3247397568-audio-player.swf?audioUrl=YOUR_MP3_URL" /><br /><param name="wmode" value="window" /><br /><param name="quality" value="best" /><br /></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31089633-2786700797227388275?l=stumble-then-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Versteckthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04727760981859002151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31089633.post-29278978200232968412009-04-04T19:55:00.000-07:002009-04-04T20:44:02.688-07:00Niveau 0. Départ. A la poursuite de nos rêves, on devient l'appât. Nos pensées ne le sont plus. La panique s'émancipe. Le détail fait loi. Même l'obscurité se veut rassurante. Entre vérité crue et mensonges mijotés avec amour, nos sens s'aiguisent. Mais au fond, l'épuisement l'emporte. (Vain)rent les efforts. Mots, yeux. Rien n'y fait. La journée est encore longue, qu'on se dit. On n'a pas finit d'être étonnés: après la pluie, le mauvais temps(o). <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31089633-2927897820023296841?l=stumble-then-rise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Versteckthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04727760981859002151noreply@blogger.com0