<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:16:12.400-05:00</updated><category term='RECOMMANDABLE'/><category term='HUMANITE'/><category term='CHAGRIN'/><category term='HONTE'/><category term='CITATION'/><category term='DESIR'/><category term='LASSITUDE'/><category term='SOLITUDE'/><category term='CORDON OMBILICAL'/><category term='ENCRE SECHE'/><category term='SANG'/><category term='CONSTAT'/><category term='LA CHAIR A VIF'/><category term='AUTO-PORTRAITS'/><category term='REALITEE'/><category term='MALAISE'/><category term='GRIEVING'/><category term='NOSTALGIE'/><category term='L&apos;HUMEUR QUI GRONDE'/><category term='REFLECTION'/><category term='PERCEPTIONS'/><category term='TROUVAILLE'/><category term='RAGE'/><title type='text'>L'ENCRE NOIR DE MES VEINES</title><subtitle type='html'>juste un vieux goth fatigue 
de la futilitee des jours.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>TICKLEBEAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-2506262093413556888</id><published>2011-02-09T02:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T02:02:10.522-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MALAISE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SOLITUDE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SANG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CORDON OMBILICAL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAGE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LASSITUDE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONSTAT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L&apos;HUMEUR QUI GRONDE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERCEPTIONS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LA CHAIR A VIF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ENCRE SECHE'/><title type='text'>L'HISTOIRE SANS FIN...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/TVI5QY4DC8I/AAAAAAAEzj0/DCP5fAQIXe4/s1600/TICKLEBEAR%2528L%2527ENCRE_NOIR_de_MES_VEINES%2529-VOICEMAIL.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/TVI5QY4DC8I/AAAAAAAEzj0/DCP5fAQIXe4/s1600/TICKLEBEAR%2528L%2527ENCRE_NOIR_de_MES_VEINES%2529-VOICEMAIL.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;je n'avais pas verifie ma boite vocale sur mon nouveau cellulaire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;car je n'y voyais que des messages d'un numero prive...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;mais j'ai decide mardi soir d'ecouter mes messages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;et bien&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;devinez quoi?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;les messages sont au sujet de mon ostie de pedophile [non] prefere!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the bastard!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;he still breathes!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;:(~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;la travailleuse sociale travaille fort sur son cas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ce qui ne m'exclut en rien,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;malheureusement...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;fait chier!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;je me retrouve encore seul devant une situation indesirable...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mon karma???&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;j'imagine que la travailleuse sociale sera heureuse&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;d'entendre les deux messages que je lui ai laisse...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;entretemps,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;je noie mon desappointment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;et je mange de la cochonnerie...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;tout pour rehausser mon quotidien...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-2506262093413556888?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/2506262093413556888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2836575999882231202&amp;postID=2506262093413556888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/2506262093413556888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/2506262093413556888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/2011/02/lhistoire-sans-fin.html' title='L&apos;HISTOIRE SANS FIN...'/><author><name>TICKLEBEAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/TVI5QY4DC8I/AAAAAAAEzj0/DCP5fAQIXe4/s72-c/TICKLEBEAR%2528L%2527ENCRE_NOIR_de_MES_VEINES%2529-VOICEMAIL.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-1526774047142513231</id><published>2011-01-06T21:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T01:04:37.400-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MALAISE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SANG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CORDON OMBILICAL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAGE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONSTAT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L&apos;HUMEUR QUI GRONDE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERCEPTIONS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LA CHAIR A VIF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ENCRE SECHE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='REALITEE'/><title type='text'>L'ENFANT SE REBELLE, FINALEMENT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/TSZzBWSscUI/AAAAAAAEvs4/_il_THzscd4/s1600/barbedwire.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/TSZzBWSscUI/AAAAAAAEvs4/_il_THzscd4/s1600/barbedwire.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;depuis 2006 que je me sens pris dans l'horreur d'un enfer imposé&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;a m'occuper d'un etre qui a pour moi cessé d'exister depuis les annees '70.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;cela a depuis exigé un prix sur ma santé physique et mentale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;mais cette semaine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;j'ai atteint un point de saturation jamais ressenti auparavent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/TSZzEGTtFuI/AAAAAAAEvs8/_44WG-Tqo5c/s1600/TICKLEBEAR%2528CROMAGNON%2529-INNER_CHILD.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/TSZzEGTtFuI/AAAAAAAEvs8/_44WG-Tqo5c/s1600/TICKLEBEAR%2528CROMAGNON%2529-INNER_CHILD.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;si durant mon adolescence,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;j'ai vecu &amp;nbsp;en etat de dissociation,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;fait expliqué par le psychologue que j'ai consulté dans les années 90,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;lors d'une phase suicidaire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;je peux dire que ces dernières années,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;j'en fut beaucoup trop conscient de ce qui se passait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;j'ai tout de meme tenté de m'acquitter de ce que certains attendaient de moi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;mais mardi dernier,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;sans m'etre levé avec une idée préconcue,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ce fut le moment décisif,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;car ce fut le jour ou j'ai décidé que je ne le reverrais plus jamais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;l'enfant en moi se rebelle et desire respirer le grand air,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;finalement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/TSZzGduorbI/AAAAAAAEvtA/VOXEVYOy6_A/s1600/justice-wht.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/TSZzGduorbI/AAAAAAAEvtA/VOXEVYOy6_A/s1600/justice-wht.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ce qu'il m'a laissé en héritage ne fut qu'angoisse et douleur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;je laisse ceci,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;pour autant que je peux derrière moi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;qu'il croupisse dans sa honte et sa culpabilitée.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;elles lui appartiennent entièrement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/TSZzJNF-R9I/AAAAAAAEvtE/anIPzY8UH6M/s1600/tumblr_lb32ahfbPU1qalo8mo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/TSZzJNF-R9I/AAAAAAAEvtE/anIPzY8UH6M/s1600/tumblr_lb32ahfbPU1qalo8mo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;j'ai écrit ce matin aux personnes concernées&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;et je m'attends a ce qu'elles s'acquittent de leur role respectif [finalement].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;en ce qui me concerne,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;je tourne la page et embrasse un futur inconnu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;mais assurément plus serein.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;quand on frappe le fond,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;on ne peut que remonter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HUGZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-1526774047142513231?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/1526774047142513231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2836575999882231202&amp;postID=1526774047142513231&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/1526774047142513231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/1526774047142513231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/2011/01/lenfant-se-rebelle-finalement.html' title='L&apos;ENFANT SE REBELLE, FINALEMENT!!'/><author><name>TICKLEBEAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/TSZzBWSscUI/AAAAAAAEvs4/_il_THzscd4/s72-c/barbedwire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-4060186031290222234</id><published>2010-09-26T17:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T11:07:21.770-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GRIEVING'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CORDON OMBILICAL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAGE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHAGRIN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERCEPTIONS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ENCRE SECHE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LA CHAIR A VIF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='REALITEE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MALAISE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SOLITUDE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SANG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONSTAT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HONTE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L&apos;HUMEUR QUI GRONDE'/><title type='text'>LE POIDS DE LA CULPABILITE... (LETTRE A MA MERE MORTE)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/TJ-wCTdrRzI/AAAAAAAEhPY/grDTgyTaRW0/s1600/TICKLEBEAR(L'ENCRE_NOIR_de_mes_VEINES)-MOM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="449" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/TJ-wCTdrRzI/AAAAAAAEhPY/grDTgyTaRW0/s640/TICKLEBEAR(L'ENCRE_NOIR_de_mes_VEINES)-MOM.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;charmant!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ca me prend deux secondes a peine pour prendre d'autres decisions,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;mais l'espace d'un moment,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;je t'oublie!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;un seul moment,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;alors que tu es dans mes pensees de facon quotidienne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;il y a deux semaines,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ca faisait trois ans que tu m'avais laisse ici tout seul,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;avec un seul trou-du-cul a m'occuper,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TON&lt;/b&gt; trou-du cul!!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;sans rancunes!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;t'as fait largement ton effort,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;mais ce n'etait pas le mien a ramasser apres ton depart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;non,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;c'etait celui d'une autre trou-du-cul pis son trou-de-cul par alliance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;a s'en occuper...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;y ont jamais rien fait depuis 2008 pour lui, les osties!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;moi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;toujours moi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;rien que moi!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;'stie!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;les tabarnaks esperent peut-etre un rapprochement entre "lui" et moi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;J-A-M-A-I-S&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;l'ostie d'ordure...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;je l'endure,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;mais pas parce que j'aime ca...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;juste parce que je laisserais pas un chien tout seul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;et c'est un ostie de chien sale...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;qui m'aime...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;non mais!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;elle est ou, l'euthanasie, quand tu en as besoin???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;hein???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;me laisser m'occuper de l'enfant de chienne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;qui m'a abuse quotidiennement pendant des annees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;elle est ou la logique la-dedans?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;y a des jours ou ca me tenterait de contacter la notaire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;juste pour y dire que ma marraine pis son trou-de-cul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ont jamais rien fait,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;meme s'ils etaient les mandataires...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;depuis 2008 qu'ils trainent de la patte!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;mais ca donnerait quoi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;puissent que meme les services sociaux ont fait la sourde oreille,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;apres avoir expliquer "clairement" pourquoi je ne voulais pas m'occuper de lui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ni la famille ni les etrangers ne veulent reconnaitre le probleme...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;non mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;y en a marre!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;pis l'ostie qui continue de respirer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;y acheve-tu, ou quoi???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;je suis ecoeure de le voir a chaque semaine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;j'essaie de sauter une semaine des fois,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;mais il me laisse un message sur ma boite vocale,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;pour une crise imaginaire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ou pour une insignifiance...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;mais il y a toujours quelque chose pour me le rappeller;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;quelque chose a faire on his behalf...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;en serais-je un jour libere?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;non mais!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;cre moe!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;la famille,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;je m'en passerais!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;comme parrain/marraine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ils ont toujours ete absents de ma vie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;et ils le prouvent encore et toujours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ils n'ont jamais fait figure dans ma vie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ca va etre beau a la lecture du testament,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;puisqu'ils en sont les excecuteurs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but they're in for a big surprise!!!...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ils avaient juste a faire leur job, 'stie!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;j'aurais voulu aller porter des fleurs sur ta tombe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;mais ce jour-la,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ma chair fut faible,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;j'ai du etre absent du travail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;tellement j'avais mal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;et ce n'est qu'une couple de jours plus tard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;que j'ai realise que je t'avais oublie pour un moment...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;un seul moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;je vais vivre avec...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;comme je dois vivre avec ce que tu m'as laisse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;les quelques remarques que tu me faisais en cachette&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ont depuis pris un tout autre sense...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;mes sympathies!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;tu l'as pas eu facile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;vraiment pas!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;la vie peut etre si injuste...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;mais je peux pas croire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;qu'il va l'emporter au paradis,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;le tabarnak...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;c'est bien beau la compassion,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;mais il y a toujours bien des limites!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;il a massacre la vie de deux individus apres tout!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;non mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;BURN,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;BURN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;pas de danger que je l'oublierais,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;LUI...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;:/~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HUGZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-4060186031290222234?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/4060186031290222234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2836575999882231202&amp;postID=4060186031290222234&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/4060186031290222234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/4060186031290222234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/2010/09/le-poids-de-la-culpabilite-lettre-ma.html' title='LE POIDS DE LA CULPABILITE... (LETTRE A MA MERE MORTE)'/><author><name>TICKLEBEAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/TJ-wCTdrRzI/AAAAAAAEhPY/grDTgyTaRW0/s72-c/TICKLEBEAR(L&apos;ENCRE_NOIR_de_mes_VEINES)-MOM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-2687002794193929637</id><published>2010-07-14T16:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T16:09:46.785-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SOLITUDE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SANG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CORDON OMBILICAL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAGE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LASSITUDE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONSTAT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHAGRIN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L&apos;HUMEUR QUI GRONDE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LA CHAIR A VIF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ENCRE SECHE'/><title type='text'>AINSI SOIT-IL...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/TD4XEao810I/AAAAAAAEWHc/SeQOOKVJa64/s1600/TICKLEBEAR(L%27ENCRE_NOIR_de_mes_VEINES)-ONE_MORE_CANDLE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" 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ils ont toujours ete absents dans ma vie...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ni vrai egard a son sujet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;restant plutot distant face a tout ceci.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;non mais,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ca donne quoi d'etre mandataire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;si la personne designee neglige totalement ses responsabilitees?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;finalement,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;c'est moi le trou-de-cul la-dedans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pour continuer a m'occuper de lui,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;meme si je n'ai aucun pouvoir legal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;et ni envie reelle non plus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;fait chier la vie!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:(~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tiens,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;le cadeau de fete,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;c'est a moi que je devrais le faire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;et appeller la police pour le denoncer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pour qu'il croupisse ses derniers jours en tole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mais le juge surement aurait un elan de compassion pour lui,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;et lui donnerait une sentence avec sursie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;du a son age,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;et puis,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 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href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/2010/07/ainsi-soit-il.html' title='AINSI SOIT-IL...'/><author><name>TICKLEBEAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/TD4XEao810I/AAAAAAAEWHc/SeQOOKVJa64/s72-c/TICKLEBEAR(L%27ENCRE_NOIR_de_mes_VEINES)-ONE_MORE_CANDLE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-8478403422944649115</id><published>2010-06-12T06:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T17:32:07.948-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MALAISE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SOLITUDE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SANG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CORDON OMBILICAL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAGE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LASSITUDE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HONTE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONSTAT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L&apos;HUMEUR QUI GRONDE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERCEPTIONS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LA CHAIR A VIF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ENCRE SECHE'/><title type='text'>QUE DES MOTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/TBNqHy3ZbRI/AAAAAAAEPp4/sxxADrxPP2Y/s1600/TICKLEBEAR%28L%27ENCRE_NOIR_de_mes_VEINES%29-WORD.jpg" onblur="try 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enfer...&lt;br /&gt;j'attends toujours seul dans mon coin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j'aurais du crever a huit ans,&lt;br /&gt;lors de ma premiere tentative...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUGZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fac8ed3b2a956812" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/S-sRe5BquPI/AAAAAAAEIPI/0G5_6tvRwzQ/s1600/TICKLEBEAR%28L%27ENCRE_NOIR_de_mes_VEINES%29-ANGEL-%28JOHN_U_ABRAHAMSON%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 646px; height: 800px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/S-sRe5BquPI/AAAAAAAEIPI/0G5_6tvRwzQ/s800/TICKLEBEAR%28L%27ENCRE_NOIR_de_mes_VEINES%29-ANGEL-%28JOHN_U_ABRAHAMSON%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470485394773162226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je devrai passer la journee avec lui....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/S-sRZjTUzYI/AAAAAAAEIPA/59HcX4zwmh8/s1600/TICKLEBEAR%28L%27ENCRE_NOIR_de_mes_VEINES%29_NOT_a_GOOD_DAY_at_ALL%21%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 554px; height: 800px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/S-sRZjTUzYI/AAAAAAAEIPA/59HcX4zwmh8/s800/TICKLEBEAR%28L%27ENCRE_NOIR_de_mes_VEINES%29_NOT_a_GOOD_DAY_at_ALL%21%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470485303042297218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;il ne va a ses rendez-vous medicaux&lt;br /&gt;qu'en ma presence.&lt;br /&gt;pas moyen de l'envoyer avec un benevole...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;quelle chance j'ai!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vraiment pas ma meilleure journee...&lt;br /&gt;HUGZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" id="divplaylist" width="335" height="28"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=11353652-628"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=11353652-628" name="divplaylist" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="335" height="28"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;les reves dans lesquels je meure&lt;br /&gt;sont les meilleurs que j'ai jamais eu&lt;/span&gt;"...&lt;br /&gt;i can relate to this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUGZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-187730288445029239?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/187730288445029239/comments/default' title='Post 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/S-sRe5BquPI/AAAAAAAEIPI/0G5_6tvRwzQ/s72-c/TICKLEBEAR%28L%27ENCRE_NOIR_de_mes_VEINES%29-ANGEL-%28JOHN_U_ABRAHAMSON%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-8353627710811665467</id><published>2010-04-09T12:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T12:39:55.251-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MALAISE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SOLITUDE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SANG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CORDON OMBILICAL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HONTE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHAGRIN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERCEPTIONS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LA CHAIR A VIF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='REALITEE'/><title type='text'>MON SANG EST SON SANG...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/S79VkoRm0kI/AAAAAAAD754/NhiS5G5xXl4/s1600/TICKLEBEAR%28L%27ENCRE_NOIR_de_mes_VEINES%29-BIRTHDAY_2010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 554px; height: 800px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/S79VkoRm0kI/AAAAAAAD754/NhiS5G5xXl4/s800/TICKLEBEAR%28L%27ENCRE_NOIR_de_mes_VEINES%29-BIRTHDAY_2010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458175361171247682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;une photo prise hier soir lors de mon diner d'anniversaire,&lt;br /&gt;qui est en fait aujourd'hui.&lt;br /&gt;une photo floue,&lt;br /&gt;ou je ne semble qu'un fantome de moi-meme,&lt;br /&gt;due a une camera un peu trop lente...&lt;br /&gt;je regarde pour une nouvelle camera,&lt;br /&gt;c'est certain!!&lt;br /&gt;une belle soiree,&lt;br /&gt;entre amis,&lt;br /&gt;qui m'a fait du bien.&lt;br /&gt;mais une journee ou je ne peux que me rappeller&lt;br /&gt;de sa contribution a mon existence en ce monde.&lt;br /&gt;si seulement ce n'etait que le seul souvenir qui me vienne en tete,&lt;br /&gt;ce serait bien.&lt;br /&gt;malheureusement,&lt;br /&gt;je ne peux isoler ce moment d'avec les autres...&lt;br /&gt;moins heureux.&lt;br /&gt;je devrais l'appeller au sujet de certaines choses le concernant&lt;br /&gt;et dont je m'occupe,&lt;br /&gt;mais je reporterai cela a un autre jour,&lt;br /&gt;puisque je ne souhaite nullement,&lt;br /&gt;dans un eclair de luciditee,&lt;br /&gt;qu'il se rappelle qu'aujourd'hui est mon anniversaire.&lt;br /&gt;je prefere passer la chose sous silence en son cas.&lt;br /&gt;inutile de pretendre apprecier ses bons voeux&lt;br /&gt;et son desir de me voir,&lt;br /&gt;voire meme aller au resto ensemble,&lt;br /&gt;car c'est ce que pere et fils feraient ensemble,&lt;br /&gt;dans toute autre circonstance.&lt;br /&gt;pas dans mon cas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUGZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e4d733a833e66e8a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/S3SOJeX7nlI/AAAAAAADmgs/4WQfR843f5o/s1600-h/TICKLEBEAR%28L%27ENCRE_NOIR_de_mes_VEINES%29-STANDING_APART.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 352px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/S3SOJeX7nlI/AAAAAAADmgs/4WQfR843f5o/s800/TICKLEBEAR%28L%27ENCRE_NOIR_de_mes_VEINES%29-STANDING_APART.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437126943566437970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je suis un individu,&lt;br /&gt;et je suis un individualiste.&lt;br /&gt;je ne crois pas a la necessite&lt;br /&gt;de compromettre sur ma personne;&lt;br /&gt;d'effacer une partie de moi-meme&lt;br /&gt;pour satisfaire les fantaisies d'autrui...&lt;br /&gt;ca n'en vaut vraiment pas le coup...&lt;br /&gt;j'en sais quelque chose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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SECHE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='REALITEE'/><title type='text'>L'INDIFFERENCE EST SEXISTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/S0G_ijPAN-I/AAAAAAADYyM/6dInWT57xPs/s1600-h/TICKLEBEAR%28L%27ENCRE_NOIR_de_mes_VEINES%29-BEWARE_of_the_HAND_THAT_HOLDS_YOURS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/S0G_ijPAN-I/AAAAAAADYyM/6dInWT57xPs/s400/TICKLEBEAR%28L%27ENCRE_NOIR_de_mes_VEINES%29-BEWARE_of_the_HAND_THAT_HOLDS_YOURS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422826026625415138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lorsqu' "il" m'abusait pendant toutes ces annees,&lt;br /&gt;je me sentais seul.&lt;br /&gt;lorsque ma mere nous a surpris en flagrant deli,&lt;br /&gt;et choisi de tourner le dos et ne rien dire,&lt;br /&gt;je me sentis abandonne.&lt;br /&gt;mais tout ceci etait dans le cours des choses...&lt;br /&gt;semble-t-il.&lt;br /&gt;j'en ai conserve une rancoeur toute ma vie&lt;br /&gt;et "sa" simple existence m'enrage.&lt;br /&gt;et pourtant,&lt;br /&gt;depuis 2007,&lt;br /&gt;il est sous ma supervision [non-officielle].&lt;br /&gt;surprenant, non?!?&lt;br /&gt;moi,&lt;br /&gt;la derniere personne qui devrait avoir a s'occuper de "lui",&lt;br /&gt;et voila que je dois m'occuper de ses affaires et de son bien-etre,&lt;br /&gt;due a l'indifference des services sociaux,&lt;br /&gt;meme apres leur avoir dit brievement ce qu'il m'avait fait...&lt;br /&gt;due a l'indifference de la famille,&lt;br /&gt;une certaine personne mandatee elle-meme par "lui"&lt;br /&gt;pour s'occuper de lui,&lt;br /&gt;qui a failli a son mandat par choix&lt;br /&gt;de ne pas accomplir son role,&lt;br /&gt;et pourquoi?&lt;br /&gt;espere-t-on une reconciliation ou un ultime pardon?&lt;br /&gt;vaine esperance&lt;br /&gt;puisque pour moi,&lt;br /&gt;il est deja mort depuis les anneees '70s.&lt;br /&gt;je ne voie qu'un homme qui me fait pitie,&lt;br /&gt;en plus de me repugner.&lt;br /&gt;sauf que dans tout ceci,&lt;br /&gt;je me pose une question:&lt;br /&gt;si j'avais ete une fille,&lt;br /&gt;est-ce que tout ceci se serait passe de la meme maniere?&lt;br /&gt;le silence de ma mere?&lt;br /&gt;le manque d'implication des services sociaux?&lt;br /&gt;l'indifference de la famille?&lt;br /&gt;je pense que oui.&lt;br /&gt;ca ne change rien a ma situation,&lt;br /&gt;mais il y a quelque chose de vexant dans tout ceci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-7817902328613307922?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SzMZmzOOetI/AAAAAAADVlk/fnNUiP1tJXQ/s1600-h/TICKLEBEAR%28L%27ENCRE_NOIR_de_mes_VEINES%29-SHATTERED_MEMORIES_of_XMAS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SzMZmzOOetI/AAAAAAADVlk/fnNUiP1tJXQ/s400/TICKLEBEAR%28L%27ENCRE_NOIR_de_mes_VEINES%29-SHATTERED_MEMORIES_of_XMAS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418702931032439506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOEL...&lt;br /&gt;souvenir de querelles,&lt;br /&gt;d'ivognerie et de pleurs...&lt;br /&gt;why bother???&lt;br /&gt;FUCK!!!&lt;br /&gt;HUGZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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ECLATE'/><author><name>TICKLEBEAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SzMZmzOOetI/AAAAAAADVlk/fnNUiP1tJXQ/s72-c/TICKLEBEAR%28L%27ENCRE_NOIR_de_mes_VEINES%29-SHATTERED_MEMORIES_of_XMAS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-3997339145380401813</id><published>2009-12-19T14:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T14:08:26.464-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SOLITUDE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SANG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CORDON OMBILICAL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NOSTALGIE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHAGRIN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ENCRE SECHE'/><title type='text'>IN ABSENTIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/Sy0jMjm6V3I/AAAAAAADUbQ/H7GIB5d9oUU/s1600-h/TICKLEBEAR%28L%27ENCRE_NOIR_de_mes_VEINES%29-MOTHERHOOD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/Sy0jMjm6V3I/AAAAAAADUbQ/H7GIB5d9oUU/s400/TICKLEBEAR%28L%27ENCRE_NOIR_de_mes_VEINES%29-MOTHERHOOD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417024625420425074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en ton absence,&lt;br /&gt;une autre chandelle s'est rajoutee aujourd'hui.&lt;br /&gt;le temps s'ecoule,&lt;br /&gt;sans toi,&lt;br /&gt;sans nous.&lt;br /&gt;j'aimerais t'etreindre en ce jour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;bonne fete, m'man!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUGZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-3997339145380401813?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/3997339145380401813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2836575999882231202&amp;postID=3997339145380401813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/3997339145380401813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SxudzRsglGI/AAAAAAADQk8/Egfu2cy4hsM/s1600-h/TICKLEBEAR%28L%27ENCRE_NOIR_de_mes_VEINES%29-JAI_LA_TETE_QUI_ECLATE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 434px; height: 800px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SxudzRsglGI/AAAAAAADQk8/Egfu2cy4hsM/s800/TICKLEBEAR%28L%27ENCRE_NOIR_de_mes_VEINES%29-JAI_LA_TETE_QUI_ECLATE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412092881464759394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;j'ai la tete qui eclate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;je voudrais seulement dormir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;m'etendre sur l'asphalte et me laisser mourir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;j'ai plus envie de me battre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;laissez moi me debattre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;j'ai plus envie de souffrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;venez plutot m'abattre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;pour m'empecher de souffrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ca resume ma semaine.&lt;br /&gt;alors qu'il y a une semaine,&lt;br /&gt;je croyais qu' "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;il&lt;/span&gt;" allait enfin trepasser,&lt;br /&gt;et bien non.&lt;br /&gt;il va s'en remettre...&lt;br /&gt;a mon grand chagrin.&lt;br /&gt;donc, mon calvaire continue,&lt;br /&gt;sans la moindre cooperation de sa part maintenant.&lt;br /&gt;c'est tres plaisant de devoir regler les choses&lt;br /&gt;alors que je n'en ai meme pas les pouvoirs legaux.&lt;br /&gt;franchement, tout pour m'embeter.&lt;br /&gt;et les gens qui devraient s'en occuper dans ce cas-la?&lt;br /&gt;que des courriels me disant que ma "generosite"&lt;br /&gt;me sera rendue au centuple...&lt;br /&gt;ils n'ont vraiment &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RIEN&lt;/span&gt; compris&lt;br /&gt;lorsque je leur ai confesse notre passe a tous deux,&lt;br /&gt;mais alors la,&lt;br /&gt;RIEN DU TOUT!!!&lt;br /&gt;ce n'est pas de la generosite,&lt;br /&gt;c'est de la pitie.&lt;br /&gt;voila tout.&lt;br /&gt;pas d'amour, pas de reconaissance,&lt;br /&gt;juste de la pitie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/4TY8rnTSH6k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-3103512709958255571</id><published>2009-11-30T07:31:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T12:26:51.070-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MALAISE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SANG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CORDON OMBILICAL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAGE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LASSITUDE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HONTE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONSTAT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERCEPTIONS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LA CHAIR A VIF'/><title type='text'>LES TOURMENTES DU DILEMME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SxO7hUa2hQI/AAAAAAADPU8/DKnmWXcdMZ8/s1600/TICKLEBEAR%28L%27ENCRE_NOIR_DE_MES_VEINES%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 800px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SxO7hUa2hQI/AAAAAAADPU8/DKnmWXcdMZ8/s800/TICKLEBEAR%28L%27ENCRE_NOIR_DE_MES_VEINES%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409873758493508866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de soudainement contempler la vulnerabilite d'un etre&lt;br /&gt;dont sa simple existence me deplait,&lt;br /&gt;cree chez moi un dilemme&lt;br /&gt;qui me bouscule emotivement parlant.&lt;br /&gt;entre le desir inne de soigner et d'aider autrui,&lt;br /&gt;et celui d'etre debarasser de "lui",&lt;br /&gt;la culpabilite me tenaille du fait que j'espere etre liberer de ce joug&lt;br /&gt;qui me pese depuis pres de trente cinq ans...&lt;br /&gt;mais en depit de mes rancoeurs,&lt;br /&gt;n'a-t-il pas droit de vivre,&lt;br /&gt;meme si ca ne tient qu'a un souffle?&lt;br /&gt;egoistement,&lt;br /&gt;je me prepare au pire [pour lui],&lt;br /&gt;au mieux [pour moi].&lt;br /&gt;mais il est fort probable qu'il s'en remettra,&lt;br /&gt;puisque la medecine semble encore capable de faire des miracles.&lt;br /&gt;mais s'il devait y rester,&lt;br /&gt;regretterai-je un jour&lt;br /&gt;d'avoir ressenti de telles emotions?&lt;br /&gt;en ce moment,&lt;br /&gt;je presumerais que non...&lt;br /&gt;il y a deja si longtemps que j'attends ce moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-3103512709958255571?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/3103512709958255571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SxO7hUa2hQI/AAAAAAADPU8/DKnmWXcdMZ8/s72-c/TICKLEBEAR%28L%27ENCRE_NOIR_DE_MES_VEINES%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-6838844051427909862</id><published>2009-09-09T10:40:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T12:27:51.173-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GRIEVING'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SOLITUDE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SANG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CORDON OMBILICAL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAGE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NOSTALGIE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHAGRIN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERCEPTIONS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LA CHAIR A VIF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='REALITEE'/><title type='text'>LA FRAGILITE DE L'ETRE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/Sqdlpb2hlaI/AAAAAAAC5hI/4DoI-tnhyZM/s1600-h/TICKLEBEAR(QUEER)-MADONE%26CHILD-BOUGUEREAU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 582px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 800px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379380042442839458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/Sqdlpb2hlaI/AAAAAAAC5hI/4DoI-tnhyZM/s800/TICKLEBEAR(QUEER)-MADONE%26CHILD-BOUGUEREAU.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; il y a maintenant deux ans exactement,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;une vie s'eteignait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; laissait un grand vide dans ma vie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on me disait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que la douleur s'attenuerait avec le temps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;le temps efface tout,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;semble-t-il...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh que non!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;c'est comme si c'etait hier,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ou plutot,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aujourd'hui meme...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tout est frais a ma memoire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; toujours aussi cuisant dans mes entrailles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;le temps n'y fit rien.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;est-ce moi qui s'accroche?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qui ne sait faire son deuil?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ce n'est pas comme s'il y avait un manuel sur le sujet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh, il existe bien des livres,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais concretement,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nous avons chacun notre facon de gerer ces situations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mom,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;toujours vivante dans mon coeur,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meme si tu m'as laisse ton calvaire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SqdlkpYL15I/AAAAAAAC5hA/4UY9KQFKnD8/s1600-h/TICKLEBEAR(ENCRE_NOIR_DE_MES_VEINES)-FRAGILITE_de_l%27_ETRE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 618px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379379960174335890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SqdlkpYL15I/AAAAAAAC5hA/4UY9KQFKnD8/s800/TICKLEBEAR(ENCRE_NOIR_DE_MES_VEINES)-FRAGILITE_de_l%27_ETRE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dans les derniers mois,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'ai vecu une phase difficile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ou je defiais le destin de regler une situation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;en eteignant une vie ou une autre,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;indifferent devant l'implication.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je suis toujours la,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; mon &lt;em&gt;probleme&lt;/em&gt; aussi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je continue de vivre avec un malaise &amp;amp; une hargne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;contre le destin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais le creux de la vague est passe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je me resigne,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;acceptant que certains etres disparaissent si facilement,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alors que d'autres [indesirables] perdurent...&lt;br /&gt;mais mon equilibre mental &amp;amp; emotif s'en trouvent perturbes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se refletant dans mon quotidien personnel &amp;amp; professionel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je ne souhaiterais qu'un peu de quietude,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais elle tarde a venir,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;avant que je ne bascule...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;apres tout,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je ne suis qu'humain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="532" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e8e77aa05f0289a9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2836575999882231202&amp;postID=6838844051427909862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/6838844051427909862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/6838844051427909862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/2009/09/la-fragilite-de-letre.html' title='LA FRAGILITE DE L&apos;ETRE'/><author><name>TICKLEBEAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/Sqdlpb2hlaI/AAAAAAAC5hI/4DoI-tnhyZM/s72-c/TICKLEBEAR(QUEER)-MADONE%26CHILD-BOUGUEREAU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-1110135158191597117</id><published>2009-08-07T00:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T00:57:02.494-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GRIEVING'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SANG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CORDON OMBILICAL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONSTAT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHAGRIN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L&apos;HUMEUR QUI GRONDE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERCEPTIONS'/><title type='text'>LES FORCES COSMIQUES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SnuxHhFqlUI/AAAAAAACvAk/XvfS5X-VVx4/s1600-h/TICKLEBEAR(L%27ENCRE_NOIR_de_mes_VEINES)-COSMIC_FORCES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367078123641410882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SnuxHhFqlUI/AAAAAAACvAk/XvfS5X-VVx4/s400/TICKLEBEAR(L%27ENCRE_NOIR_de_mes_VEINES)-COSMIC_FORCES.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; quoi penser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quand le corps reflete les turbulences&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;des forces cosmiques enlignees contre soi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;les dernieres semaines me font juste penser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que le cosmos m'en veut,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pour une quelconque raison...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pourquoi un etre qui me faisait du bien&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me fut retire si rapidement,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alors qu'un autre,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qui fut toujours si toxique,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;perdure encore...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;karma?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;expiation?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ou une simple injustice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ce n'est jamais ceux qu'on voudrait voir partir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qui s'en vont.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;le cosmos fait chier...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-1110135158191597117?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/1110135158191597117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2836575999882231202&amp;postID=1110135158191597117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/1110135158191597117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/1110135158191597117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/2009/08/les-forces-cosmiques.html' title='LES FORCES COSMIQUES'/><author><name>TICKLEBEAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SnuxHhFqlUI/AAAAAAACvAk/XvfS5X-VVx4/s72-c/TICKLEBEAR(L%27ENCRE_NOIR_de_mes_VEINES)-COSMIC_FORCES.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-2020547850332316009</id><published>2009-06-21T05:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T06:15:13.140-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MALAISE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SOLITUDE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SANG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LASSITUDE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ENCRE SECHE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='REALITEE'/><title type='text'>A CHAQUE JOUR SUFFIT SA PEINE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/Sj4Cj1kqqrI/AAAAAAACfMs/eJuREBOJB5U/s1600-h/TICKLEBEAR+(L%27ENCRE_NOIR_de_mes_VEINES)-CALVAIRE-du-JOUR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 387px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349716222062275250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/Sj4Cj1kqqrI/AAAAAAACfMs/eJuREBOJB5U/s400/TICKLEBEAR+(L%27ENCRE_NOIR_de_mes_VEINES)-CALVAIRE-du-JOUR.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; aujourd'hui,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;c'est la &lt;em&gt;fete des peres&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;belle perte de temps,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;en ce qui me concerne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais a chaque jour suffit sa peine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; je vivrai mon calvaire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;preservant les apparences&lt;/em&gt;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je me pointerai plus tard aujourd'hui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pour une visite la plus breve possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je lui ai achete des choses,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;certaines que je considere dont il a besoin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;d'autres qui lui feront plaisir tout simplement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je pousserai le devoir filial a l'extreme,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pour qu'il ne se sente pas completement abandonne a sa solitude,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais je retournerai gaiement a la mienne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;des que ca me semblera decent...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ou qu'il ne me devienne absolument insoutenable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a ce compte-la,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;je serais mieux de rester a la maison...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;m'enfin!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(~&lt;br 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PEINE...'/><author><name>TICKLEBEAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/Sj4Cj1kqqrI/AAAAAAACfMs/eJuREBOJB5U/s72-c/TICKLEBEAR+(L%27ENCRE_NOIR_de_mes_VEINES)-CALVAIRE-du-JOUR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-3972169086300533596</id><published>2009-05-10T04:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T14:52:07.449-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GRIEVING'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SOLITUDE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SANG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CORDON OMBILICAL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NOSTALGIE'/><title type='text'>HEY!! LA MERE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SgBQ5hEbObI/AAAAAAACS8I/m-PsAGx1o6E/s1600-h/TICKLEBEAR+(L%27ENCRE_NOIR)-4YOU_MOM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332350907866364338" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SgBQ5hEbObI/AAAAAAACS8I/m-PsAGx1o6E/s400/TICKLEBEAR+(L%27ENCRE_NOIR)-4YOU_MOM.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 303px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hey!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;moman!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tu communiques pas trop-trop...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la connection est pas bonne la-bas?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SgBQ0uyCCkI/AAAAAAACS8A/iP83ORgdyu4/s1600-h/TICKLEBEAR+(L%27ENCRE_NOIR)-4YOU_MOM+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332350825647966786" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SgBQ0uyCCkI/AAAAAAACS8A/iP83ORgdyu4/s400/TICKLEBEAR+(L%27ENCRE_NOIR)-4YOU_MOM+(2).jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 327px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tu as oublie mon anniversaire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais moi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je t'oublie pas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SgBQwJvAwII/AAAAAAACS74/DDVtGlRhy_s/s1600-h/TICKLEBEAR+(L%27ENCRE_NOIR)-4YOU_MOM+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332350746983710850" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SgBQwJvAwII/AAAAAAACS74/DDVtGlRhy_s/s400/TICKLEBEAR+(L%27ENCRE_NOIR)-4YOU_MOM+(3).jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 290px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; allez,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je t'en veux pas trop;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;penses a moi de temps en temps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bonne fete des meres,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tout la-haut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;c'est le mieux&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que je puisse faire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;en attendant...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUGZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-3972169086300533596?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/3972169086300533596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2836575999882231202&amp;postID=3972169086300533596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/3972169086300533596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/3972169086300533596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-la-mere.html' title='HEY!! LA MERE!!!'/><author><name>TICKLEBEAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SgBQ5hEbObI/AAAAAAACS8I/m-PsAGx1o6E/s72-c/TICKLEBEAR+(L%27ENCRE_NOIR)-4YOU_MOM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-5553191111554082218</id><published>2009-01-31T07:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T07:56:22.008-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SOLITUDE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SANG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAGE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HONTE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONSTAT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHAGRIN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERCEPTIONS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ENCRE SECHE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='REALITEE'/><title type='text'>MIRROIR, MON ENNEMI...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SYRHqWuf66I/AAAAAAAB350/7dHaK-5RftE/s1600-h/TICKLEBEAR-ME_AS_A_CHILD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297437854675233698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SYRHqWuf66I/AAAAAAAB350/7dHaK-5RftE/s400/TICKLEBEAR-ME_AS_A_CHILD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; je viens d'ecrire sur &lt;a href="http://thingzthatmakeyougohmmm.blogspot.com/2009/01/something-close-to-my-heart.html"&gt;CROMAGNON&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a propos des enfants abuses,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; je ne peux que me rappeller cette epoque,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dans les annees '70...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;l'epoque ou celui qui m'a engendre avec ma mere,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fit de moi son objet sexuel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; ce,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pendant des annees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;une marque d'affection,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;selon ses propres dires longtemps apres...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais je ne peux m'empecher de remarquer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qu'il n'existe pour ainsi dire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que tres tres peu de photos de mon adolescence,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;incapable que j'etais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de me voir en photo ou video.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;une partie de ma vie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;absente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;effacee,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais pas oubliee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ca m'a pris du temps,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;un ordi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;une camera digitale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; mes ami(e)s,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pour finalement accepter de me regarder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;donc,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la technologie a du bon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dans mon cas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de pouvoir enfin me regarder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; ne plus ressentir cette objectification&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(sauf en SA presence...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de pouvoir jouer sur mon image&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; en faire une source de plaisir [innocent].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;si ma jeunesse s'est effritee dans l'oubli,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il semble que ma vieillesse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sera amplement documentee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jamais trop tard,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dit-on???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUGZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-5553191111554082218?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/5553191111554082218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2836575999882231202&amp;postID=5553191111554082218&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/5553191111554082218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/5553191111554082218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/2009/01/mirroir-mon-ennemi.html' title='MIRROIR, MON ENNEMI...'/><author><name>TICKLEBEAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SYRHqWuf66I/AAAAAAAB350/7dHaK-5RftE/s72-c/TICKLEBEAR-ME_AS_A_CHILD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-3201627900429245116</id><published>2009-01-16T04:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T04:15:15.864-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GRIEVING'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CORDON OMBILICAL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NOSTALGIE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERCEPTIONS'/><title type='text'>LE LIEN MATERNEL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SXBOMe86FMI/AAAAAAABw2E/GFisibX_gKs/s1600-h/DA_VINCI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291815538534257858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SXBOMe86FMI/AAAAAAABw2E/GFisibX_gKs/s400/DA_VINCI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; au dela du temps,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;au dela de la mort,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;le souvenir perdure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ce lien eternel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;entre la mere &amp;amp; l'enfant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;est assurement le lien le plus fort&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qui existe dans notre vie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je me souviens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUGZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-3201627900429245116?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/3201627900429245116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2836575999882231202&amp;postID=3201627900429245116&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/3201627900429245116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/3201627900429245116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/2009/01/le-lien-maternel.html' title='LE LIEN MATERNEL'/><author><name>TICKLEBEAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SXBOMe86FMI/AAAAAAABw2E/GFisibX_gKs/s72-c/DA_VINCI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-5595303914379116572</id><published>2009-01-05T00:52:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T01:21:58.895-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HUMANITE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAGE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LASSITUDE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HONTE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONSTAT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L&apos;HUMEUR QUI GRONDE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERCEPTIONS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LA CHAIR A VIF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='REALITEE'/><title type='text'>L'ENVIE DE CRIER !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SWGhOBEjMoI/AAAAAAABspg/wB-2fkMU6_Q/s1600-h/LIGHTENING.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287684699687432834" style="DISPLAY: block; 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la seule envie de crier:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ASSEZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUGZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="399" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c8c60732fb913c00" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc8c60732fb913c00%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331978668%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D55A088352E1D077046BF0FBAD0D3ACD9578F85C4.603A4392892C55B86048F54147A2F59C4D8D2F19%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc8c60732fb913c00%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEJEXA5VtX46g34FR_5hSREHU1Hg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="480" height="399" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc8c60732fb913c00%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331978668%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D55A088352E1D077046BF0FBAD0D3ACD9578F85C4.603A4392892C55B86048F54147A2F59C4D8D2F19%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc8c60732fb913c00%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEJEXA5VtX46g34FR_5hSREHU1Hg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BATHORY ARIA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(CRADLE OF FILTH)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-5595303914379116572?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c8c60732fb913c00&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/5595303914379116572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2836575999882231202&amp;postID=5595303914379116572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/5595303914379116572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/5595303914379116572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/2009/01/lenvie-de-crier.html' title='L&apos;ENVIE DE CRIER !!!'/><author><name>TICKLEBEAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SWGhOBEjMoI/AAAAAAABspg/wB-2fkMU6_Q/s72-c/LIGHTENING.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-5581397500805276417</id><published>2009-01-05T00:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T01:22:18.893-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SOLITUDE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DESIR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONSTAT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERCEPTIONS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='REALITEE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='REFLECTION'/><title type='text'>C'EST FINI, OUI?!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SWGVbCIkaJI/AAAAAAABsow/gQsHVbfHI3o/s1600-h/COW%27S_SKULL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287671729171490962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SWGVbCIkaJI/AAAAAAABsow/gQsHVbfHI3o/s400/COW%27S_SKULL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; non mais,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ca va faire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;les vaches maigres!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;depuis le debut du 21e siecle,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je ne me trouve pas trop impressionne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de mon cheminement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;c'est comme la traversee du desert,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;plein d'embuches,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; avec bien peu de reconfort&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pour compenser...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a tous points de vue,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je me sens diminue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ma santee en a pris pour son rhume,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ce qui eut un impact&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tout autant financier que professionnel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; la famille,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on en parlera meme pas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tout a change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mes interets se sont retrecis,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ainsi que mon cercle social.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mes capacitees ne sont plus les memes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tant physiques que monetaires.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;au lieu de progresser dans la vie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'ai l'impression de reculer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ou tout au moins,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de stagner...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;c'est joli encore!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;certaines choses sont constantes cependant:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'ai toujours les memes maudits defaults.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;puis-je en rire?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;toujours aussi intransigeant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;toujours aussi impatient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;toujours aussi bete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la seule chose qui me console,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'ai compris ce dont je n'avais pas besoin dans la vie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;le besoin de compromettre &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sur ma personne &amp;amp; mes principes &amp;amp; valeurs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;question d'etre mieux accepter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ca n'en vaut pas le cout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; ca prouve qu'on est pas apprecie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pour qui nous sommes vraiment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;le besoin de m'etourdir,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dans le travail ou par d'autres artifices;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;car le reveil vient tot ou tard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;le besoin de projeter une image,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pour la respectabilitee,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; de vaines pretentions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je peux me regarder en face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; etre satisfait de qui je suis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; n'avoir aucune honte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qu'on me voit tel que je suis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ce sont les autres qui sont mal-a-l'aise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;devant tant de franchise,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pas moi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;en fait,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ce dont j'ai vraiment besoin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; ne possede pas encore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;selon toute vraie semblance,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;c'est cette capacitee de naviguer ma vie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de facon sereine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ce qui serait fort apprecie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vu le tumulte des eaux.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bon je sais,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tantot,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je parlais de desert,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; la,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'ai les deux pieds dans l'eau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;faudrait que je me fasse une idee,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;non?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;m'enfin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;faut pas m'en vouloir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il est tard,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je dors toujours pas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(une autre chose qui a pas l'air de vouloir changer...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; je divague un peu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais sincerement,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je souhaite seulement sentir un peu de paix dans ma vie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; un peu plus vibrant peut-etre,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;au lieu de devenir cet ermite,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pas juste celui qui s'enferme dans sa tour d'ivoire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais aussi l'autre,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(bernard-l'ermite)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;avec sa dure carapace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais encore bien fragile en-dessous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;faudra bien un jour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que je sorte de ma coquille,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;avant qu'il ne soit trop tard...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alors,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pour 2009,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je me souhaite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;un peu de paix interieure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;le reste suivra bien.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUGZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SWGVW7xHzlI/AAAAAAABsoo/y9jmAcRmpQU/s1600-h/COW%27S_SKULL+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287671658743058002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SWGVW7xHzlI/AAAAAAABsoo/y9jmAcRmpQU/s400/COW%27S_SKULL+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-5581397500805276417?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/5581397500805276417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2836575999882231202&amp;postID=5581397500805276417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/5581397500805276417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/5581397500805276417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/2009/01/cest-fini-oui.html' title='C&apos;EST FINI, OUI?!!'/><author><name>TICKLEBEAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SWGVbCIkaJI/AAAAAAABsow/gQsHVbfHI3o/s72-c/COW%27S_SKULL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-3210355062953092845</id><published>2008-12-27T14:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T14:17:42.016-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SOLITUDE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONSTAT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERCEPTIONS'/><title type='text'>LA SOLITUDE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SVZ9m7YVUvI/AAAAAAABpRQ/IKheHQzi7KI/s1600-h/CITY_DEMON-JU_ABRAHAMSON.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284549320494109426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SVZ9m7YVUvI/AAAAAAABpRQ/IKheHQzi7KI/s400/CITY_DEMON-JU_ABRAHAMSON.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; la solitude,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qui toujours la,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me guette...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;surtout lors de ces moments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ou tout le monde (?) se rejouit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUGZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2e464876c070f08a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2e464876c070f08a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331978668%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6EC8FA0C3B32A23CBD4B91080960F88AF5B6CEC9.10E015BEA92F0ACAEC986C0FBC211538249E52BC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2e464876c070f08a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DN4T0tpyK1vfMrRadGfdwXwnZiS8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2e464876c070f08a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331978668%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6EC8FA0C3B32A23CBD4B91080960F88AF5B6CEC9.10E015BEA92F0ACAEC986C0FBC211538249E52BC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2e464876c070f08a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DN4T0tpyK1vfMrRadGfdwXwnZiS8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(barbara-la solitude)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-3210355062953092845?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2e464876c070f08a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/3210355062953092845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2836575999882231202&amp;postID=3210355062953092845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/3210355062953092845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/3210355062953092845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/2008/12/la-solitude.html' title='LA SOLITUDE...'/><author><name>TICKLEBEAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SVZ9m7YVUvI/AAAAAAABpRQ/IKheHQzi7KI/s72-c/CITY_DEMON-JU_ABRAHAMSON.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-2232200689591439062</id><published>2008-12-25T19:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T19:49:30.602-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MALAISE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SANG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LASSITUDE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HONTE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERCEPTIONS'/><title type='text'>OUIN... JOYEUX NOEL....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SVQotJxTspI/AAAAAAABoO0/_0gDIKPQfwU/s1600-h/PUKING.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283893018994389650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SVQotJxTspI/AAAAAAABoO0/_0gDIKPQfwU/s400/PUKING.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; joeux noel!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y parait...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;apres avoir passe la nuit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; le plus clair de la journee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a cuisiner pour mon pedophile prefere(???),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'apprends qu'il ne va pas bien&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; ne peut venir chez moi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je me rejoui de cette nouvelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; lui dit que le diner viendra a lui plutot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; effectivement,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'arrive avec armes &amp;amp; baggages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vers la fin du diner,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il emet un commentaire qui m'ecoeure,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; je ramasse mes choses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pour partir assez vite merci.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais des que j'arrive chez moi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je me mets a vomir sans fin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bravo pour le diner que j'avais fait...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ce ne fut qu'un souvenir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il reste toujours noel l'an prochain...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUGZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-2232200689591439062?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/2232200689591439062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2836575999882231202&amp;postID=2232200689591439062&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/2232200689591439062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/2232200689591439062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/2008/12/ouin-joyeux-noel.html' title='OUIN... JOYEUX NOEL....'/><author><name>TICKLEBEAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SVQotJxTspI/AAAAAAABoO0/_0gDIKPQfwU/s72-c/PUKING.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-6381417836055850243</id><published>2008-12-19T11:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:50:48.582-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GRIEVING'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SANG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NOSTALGIE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONSTAT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHAGRIN'/><title type='text'>HEY MOM!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SUvPbgbWIkI/AAAAAAABlu4/T7vwIl2oZEw/s1600-h/MOMMY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281543059490087490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SUvPbgbWIkI/AAAAAAABlu4/T7vwIl2oZEw/s400/MOMMY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hey mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tu aurais eu 80 ans aujourd'hui!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bonne fete tout de meme!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ca ne nous rajeuni pas personne,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eh?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;c'est la deuxieme bougie que tu ne souffles pas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;puisque ta flamme s'est deja eteinte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;depuis septembre 2007.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ca me manque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que de pouvoir te taquiner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je m'habitue a ton absence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais pas a ce vide qui prevaut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais on se doit de tourner la page...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;toujours dans mes pensees,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;affectueusement,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ton fils.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUGZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-6381417836055850243?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/6381417836055850243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SUvPbgbWIkI/AAAAAAABlu4/T7vwIl2oZEw/s72-c/MOMMY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-1859964209769355531</id><published>2008-11-24T03:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T04:06:19.112-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CITATION'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONSTAT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='REALITEE'/><title type='text'>CITATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SSptS163-II/AAAAAAABZD4/9WzMjeF9wHY/s1600-h/MARGUERITE_DURAS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272146484269676674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 399px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SSptS163-II/AAAAAAABZD4/9WzMjeF9wHY/s400/MARGUERITE_DURAS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-1859964209769355531?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/1859964209769355531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2836575999882231202&amp;postID=1859964209769355531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/1859964209769355531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/1859964209769355531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/2008/11/citation.html' title='CITATION'/><author><name>TICKLEBEAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SSptS163-II/AAAAAAABZD4/9WzMjeF9wHY/s72-c/MARGUERITE_DURAS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-5090435309235379056</id><published>2008-11-24T03:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T03:30:32.904-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERCEPTIONS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ENCRE SECHE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='REFLECTION'/><title type='text'>REFLECTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SSplgPp9d_I/AAAAAAABZDc/kBciWbor9hw/s1600-h/BLOODSHOT_EYE+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272137918423332850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SSplgPp9d_I/AAAAAAABZDc/kBciWbor9hw/s400/BLOODSHOT_EYE+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je prefere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;realiser ma futilitee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qu'imaginer mon importance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[4 juillet 2006]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-5090435309235379056?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/5090435309235379056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2836575999882231202&amp;postID=5090435309235379056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/5090435309235379056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/5090435309235379056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/2008/11/reflection.html' title='REFLECTION'/><author><name>TICKLEBEAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SSplgPp9d_I/AAAAAAABZDc/kBciWbor9hw/s72-c/BLOODSHOT_EYE+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-6963551837769264743</id><published>2008-11-24T03:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T03:22:56.591-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SOLITUDE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DESIR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LASSITUDE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHAGRIN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERCEPTIONS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ENCRE SECHE'/><title type='text'>SERIE NOIRE (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SSpiVho9K1I/AAAAAAABZDA/uPMr84zO2J4/s1600-h/TRAPPED_IN_HELL-JUA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272134435737512786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SSpiVho9K1I/AAAAAAABZDA/uPMr84zO2J4/s400/TRAPPED_IN_HELL-JUA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; au solstice de mon desir,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;le sacrifice de mes habitudes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;annoncant le trepas de mes fantasmes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; l'agonie d'une chair encore fremissante,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oubliee au detour d'un chemin desert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;au crepuscule de ma vie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jonche la depouille de mon coeur ravage,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;au fond du ravin de mes regrets;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; j'entends encore l'echo de mes reves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais ne voie que l'ombre de l'echec.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sous ma peau brule toujours l'enfer de ma voluptee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bien au fond de l'abime de l'apathie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a l'aurore de mes lendemains,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;le vent du passe soupire sous mes ailes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;l'orbe solaire se leve &amp;amp; lacere mes entrailles;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mes envies se dissipent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; mes souvenirs sont en cendre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;l'espoir s'est tut dans le vacarme de mes angoisses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ma sepulture, balayee par le temps,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;s'erige au milieu du neant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; d'un cri,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mon ame s'eleve un instant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'ai perdu mes chaines...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'ai perdu mon temps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[27 septembre 2005]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-6963551837769264743?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/6963551837769264743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2836575999882231202&amp;postID=6963551837769264743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/6963551837769264743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/6963551837769264743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/2008/11/serie-noire-2.html' title='SERIE NOIRE (2)'/><author><name>TICKLEBEAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SSpiVho9K1I/AAAAAAABZDA/uPMr84zO2J4/s72-c/TRAPPED_IN_HELL-JUA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-1197806750053943851</id><published>2008-11-24T03:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T03:24:02.223-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SANG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAGE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LASSITUDE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HONTE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHAGRIN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERCEPTIONS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ENCRE SECHE'/><title type='text'>SERIE NOIRE (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SSpgM9nExcI/AAAAAAABZCk/UskFLLOzC_U/s1600-h/THURS-JUA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272132089603737026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SSpgM9nExcI/AAAAAAABZCk/UskFLLOzC_U/s400/THURS-JUA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sur des fleurs aux aromes vicies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;le poison au coeur,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mon esprit en flamme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; l'ame dilapidee,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je me consume&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sur le bucher de mes rancoeurs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je n'ai jamais embrasse le divin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais j'ai goute la chair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;en moi, toujours ce gout amer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; j'en crache le venim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je trouve refuge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dans un illusoire ailleurs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;le fiel au bord des levres,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dans la hantise des souvenirs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ma conscience chavire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; ma tete s'enfievre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je m'evide de mon silence &amp;amp; creve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;creve mon coeur... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[27 septembre 2005]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-1197806750053943851?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/1197806750053943851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2836575999882231202&amp;postID=1197806750053943851&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/1197806750053943851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/1197806750053943851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/2008/11/serie-noire-1.html' title='SERIE NOIRE (1)'/><author><name>TICKLEBEAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SSpgM9nExcI/AAAAAAABZCk/UskFLLOzC_U/s72-c/THURS-JUA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-7126630125984243432</id><published>2008-11-24T01:21:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T11:15:03.993-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LASSITUDE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERCEPTIONS'/><title type='text'>LE POIDS DU TEMPS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SSpINiBLViI/AAAAAAABY9k/e_jRB-ijSoY/s1600-h/shelter_lrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272105711097828898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SSpINiBLViI/AAAAAAABY9k/e_jRB-ijSoY/s400/shelter_lrg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; novembre qui s'acheve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; me racheve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ma nuit interieure se fond&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;avec celle du ciel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il est de ces periodes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ou on prefererait hiberner quelques mois&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; ne revenir qu'au printemps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais insomniaque que je suis,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je subirai chaque seconde qui s'annonce...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quel beau prospect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;allez,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;une petite chanson de circomstance,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la chanson hongroise du suicide...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(non, non, soyez sans inquietude...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oeuvre de john u. abrahamson,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;l'artiste que je privilegie sur ce blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; la chanson,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"gloomy sunday",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;interpretee par sarah mclachlan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUGZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sbsg_lqqKxk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sbsg_lqqKxk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-7126630125984243432?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/7126630125984243432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2836575999882231202&amp;postID=7126630125984243432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/7126630125984243432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/7126630125984243432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/2008/11/le-poids-du-temps.html' title='LE POIDS DU TEMPS'/><author><name>TICKLEBEAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SSpINiBLViI/AAAAAAABY9k/e_jRB-ijSoY/s72-c/shelter_lrg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-8652714905840053725</id><published>2008-09-26T20:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T20:16:20.734-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SANG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHAGRIN'/><title type='text'>LA MEMOIRE N'EST PAS UNE FACULTEE QUI OUBLIE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SN14pjh9LnI/AAAAAAABCDs/-GhbuYb62eg/s1600-h/MEMORIES-ENHANCED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250485395891498610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SN14pjh9LnI/AAAAAAABCDs/-GhbuYb62eg/s400/MEMORIES-ENHANCED.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; l'autre semaine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je suis alle visiter la tombe de ma mere,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;decedee le 9 septembre 2007.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cette journee s'est relativement bien passee,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;puisque j'avais de la compagnie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais cette semaine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'ai revu le &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jDyp-KLZKAA"&gt;video commemoratif&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que j'avais fait pour ma mere,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; la vague d'emotions qui m'a envahit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me prouve que la memoire n'oublie rien...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rien du tout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais il semble triste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que nous puissions resumer une vie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;en quelques cliches...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;est-ce la tout ce que nous representons?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUGZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-8652714905840053725?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SN14pjh9LnI/AAAAAAABCDs/-GhbuYb62eg/s72-c/MEMORIES-ENHANCED.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-4463184203818745548</id><published>2008-09-09T21:45:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T04:11:30.557-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GRIEVING'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SANG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHAGRIN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERCEPTIONS'/><title type='text'>HOLDING MY BREATH...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SMcm99DngkI/AAAAAAAA7ms/Ho0BK-m0uMM/s1600-h/MOM-ONE_YEAR_ALREADY.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244203136899842626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SMcm99DngkI/AAAAAAAA7ms/Ho0BK-m0uMM/s400/MOM-ONE_YEAR_ALREADY.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; one year already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one year ago,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she left me behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she left me a burden,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she left me a mess...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she left me alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but her mind had already left,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;long before the flesh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no time for us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to offer nor ask for forgiveness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for our sins, or those of others...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no time to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how much we had loved each other,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;despite all that stood in our way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no time even just to bid each other farewell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a blink...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; she was gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a blink...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; i stood there alone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;still holding my breath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;throughout my life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've known well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pain, guilt, regrets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've had my share of sorrows,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but never a sense of loss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;never like this anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we could have reach out to each other in time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wish &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i could have made her proud of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i didn't feel so lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i could have one moment in time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where i know who i am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; who i am meant to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one moment,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where i wouldn't need to hold my breath anymore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to just let go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SMcm5MMIaQI/AAAAAAAA7mk/TH7_htgIlmM/s1600-h/VIEW_OF_THE_PARK.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244203055062739202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SMcm5MMIaQI/AAAAAAAA7mk/TH7_htgIlmM/s400/VIEW_OF_THE_PARK.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanx to whom it may concern,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for being there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on such a day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sharing a quiet moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;such things define friendship,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in my eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as this is all i have to hold on to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUGZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SMcm99DngkI/AAAAAAAA7ms/Ho0BK-m0uMM/s72-c/MOM-ONE_YEAR_ALREADY.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-1277241120136917334</id><published>2008-08-29T23:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T23:41:31.249-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SANG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHAGRIN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERCEPTIONS'/><title type='text'>DE CHARYBBE EN SCYLLA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SLi9OZq6R_I/AAAAAAAA2dk/XFR5_tFp6Tg/s1600-h/gateway-to-hell-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240146221552257010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SLi9OZq6R_I/AAAAAAAA2dk/XFR5_tFp6Tg/s400/gateway-to-hell-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; j'ai aujourd'hui ferme definitevement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la porte de mon enfer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; il ne me reste que mon calvaire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;les souvenirs seront de plus en plus vagues,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;n'etant plus jamais ravives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;par ces lieux encore trop familiers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ne me reste que cette presence,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ou lui-meme n'est plus que l'ombre de lui-meme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il est desolant de voir l'homme s'eteindre ainsi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;malgre tout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il n'y a pas de vrai pardon dans mon coeur,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qu'un brin de compassion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pour ce qui fut humain en lui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;c'est deja plus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qu'il ne s'accorde lui-meme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il est clair,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tout perdu qu'il est dans son delire paranoiaque,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qu'il est malheureux;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; je ne suis point celui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qui peut le reconforter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a chacun son calvaire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUGZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-df738fa5d6bba8e2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SLi9OZq6R_I/AAAAAAAA2dk/XFR5_tFp6Tg/s72-c/gateway-to-hell-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-7031880267437606040</id><published>2008-08-15T06:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T06:30:45.705-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SANG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERCEPTIONS'/><title type='text'>EFFACER LES TRACES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SKVWVSlCBWI/AAAAAAAAxOc/84jhCl2OVgk/s1600-h/EMPTY_ROOM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234685065652471138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SKVWVSlCBWI/AAAAAAAAxOc/84jhCl2OVgk/s400/EMPTY_ROOM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; j'ai passe passablement de temps recemment,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; encore pour les 2 prochaines semaines,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a l'endroit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ou perdurent mes pires souvenirs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais de preparer SON demenagement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; de jeter le reste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;semble avoir un curieux effet sur moi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;des moments de tristesse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;des moments de rage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais aussi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;des moments de satisfaction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de pouvoir effacer les traces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de ce que furent nos existences en ce lieu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ne change en rien les souvenirs que j'en garde,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais ca enleve cette tangibilitee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ravivee a chaque visite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dans deux semaines,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je n'aurai plus jamais a y remettre les pieds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;le tout deviendra dorenavant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;presque une illusion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;presque...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUGZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4c0756f4135be32e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SKVWVSlCBWI/AAAAAAAAxOc/84jhCl2OVgk/s72-c/EMPTY_ROOM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-9201269749939772838</id><published>2008-08-06T22:55:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T08:02:39.178-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SANG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAGE'/><title type='text'>COPIE-COLLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;enfin, tabarnak!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pendant que j'etais avec lui,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;les medecins decidaient qu'il etait "inapte",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; donc,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il devient la responsabilitee legale de ma marraine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sa soeur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;enfin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ils me l'ont annonce via email,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;puisque c'est ainsi qu'on communique.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ce sera effectif&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a partir de lundi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quand le notaire reviendra....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'ai repondu a leur courriel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais les choses se sont deteriorees...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;apres qu'il ait dit ceci:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;car ton père est un homme croyant ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;un vrais chrétien ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;un enfant de Dieu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;et Notre Grand Dieu va prendre soin de lui comme son fils&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;et J.P. le sait .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;******************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;un jour,&lt;br /&gt;je vous parlerai de jean-paul....&lt;br /&gt;lorsqu'il sera mort!!&lt;br /&gt;:(~&lt;br /&gt;je respecte sa "chretientee",&lt;br /&gt;mais...&lt;br /&gt;poussez pas trop fort!!&lt;br /&gt;il n'est plus "apte"???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ENFIN, TABARNAK!!!&lt;br /&gt;tu aurais du voir la scene a la banque aujourd'hui!!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; puis merde!!!&lt;br /&gt;desole, mais...&lt;br /&gt;c'est le temps de ma confession!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j'ai toujours entendu ma mere,&lt;br /&gt;pendant 47 ans,&lt;br /&gt;se plaindre de carence affective &amp;amp; sexuelle.&lt;br /&gt;cette femme a souffert!!!&lt;br /&gt;alors quand elle est morte&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; que j-p s'est fendu la gueule a tout rompre&lt;br /&gt;pour dire qu'il avait aime sa femme,&lt;br /&gt;peut-etre qu'odette aurait eu son mon a dire a ce sujet....&lt;br /&gt;il a toujours pretexte son diabete,&lt;br /&gt;mais...&lt;br /&gt;ca ne l'a jamais empeche d'aller baiser avec des hommes dans des saunas de laval,&lt;br /&gt;apres la job....&lt;br /&gt;(de sa propre bouche!!!)&lt;br /&gt;ca ne l'a pas empeche d'abuser sexuellement de moi PENDANT DES ANNES, TABARNAK!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;odette le savait...&lt;br /&gt;elle nous a deja pris en flagrant delit...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; je n'ai jamais pu dire a ma mere,&lt;br /&gt;avant qu'elle meurt,&lt;br /&gt;que je n'ai jamais voulu seduire mon pere...&lt;br /&gt;pouvez-vous imaginer (rien qu'un peu) la culpabilitee avec laquelle&lt;br /&gt;j'ai vecu pendant toutes ces annees.&lt;br /&gt;jeanpaul a fait souffrir odette, &amp;amp; moi aussi...&lt;br /&gt;je lui en veux a ce jour.&lt;br /&gt;alors,&lt;br /&gt;de me demander de m'occuper de lui????&lt;br /&gt;j'aurais voulu l'envoyer en prison,&lt;br /&gt;mais ca ne se faisait pas dans ce temps-la...&lt;br /&gt;ou de le voir mourir???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;lorsque j'avais 18-20 ANS,&lt;br /&gt;c'etait mon voeux le plus cher....&lt;br /&gt;alors,&lt;br /&gt;il n'est plus apte???&lt;br /&gt;je vous le laisse tout entier!!!&lt;br /&gt;ses papiers,&lt;br /&gt;je fais quoi avec???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;j'avais tout ramasse ici dans un caisson.&lt;br /&gt;je vous mets tout ca dans une boite &amp;amp; je vous fed-ex ca???&lt;br /&gt;je vous ferai egalement suivre son courier...&lt;br /&gt;je m'occupe de rapatrier ses choses a la residence de son choix,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; de vider sa sous a cochon,&lt;br /&gt;une fois pour toute.&lt;br /&gt;je ne veux plus revoir,&lt;br /&gt;jamais dans ma vie,&lt;br /&gt;cette maison,&lt;br /&gt;mais je suis dispose a engager,&lt;br /&gt;a ses frais,&lt;br /&gt;des gens pour vider tout cela.&lt;br /&gt;desole de vous foutre tout ceci sur les epaules maintenant,&lt;br /&gt;mais moi,&lt;br /&gt;ca fait au-dela de 30 ans que je me ferme la gueule.&lt;br /&gt;j'en peux plus!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;je suis carrement en train de faire une depression nerveuse a cause de lui,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; personne ne peut m'aider ici....&lt;br /&gt;votre mangeux de bible va bruler en enfer!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;**********************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;je pense que j'etais en crisse....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;non, mais....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;y a toujours ben des limites!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;ostie de chretientee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;le crisse de tabarnak va finir en enfer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;un enfant de dieu!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;y a toujours ben des limites!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;:(~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HUGZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-9201269749939772838?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/9201269749939772838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2836575999882231202&amp;postID=9201269749939772838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/9201269749939772838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/9201269749939772838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/2008/08/copie-colle.html' title='COPIE-COLLE'/><author><name>TICKLEBEAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-8676429834881830750</id><published>2008-08-06T20:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T21:00:59.447-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MALAISE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SANG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAGE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LASSITUDE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERCEPTIONS'/><title type='text'>LE LOUP SOLITAIRE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SJpEINd2FxI/AAAAAAAAtnM/mXGiolQEGfM/s1600-h/ON_THE_HUNT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231568824988735250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SJpEINd2FxI/AAAAAAAAtnM/mXGiolQEGfM/s400/ON_THE_HUNT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; quelle journee!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la fille de l'agence,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que je n'arrivais pas a rejoindre,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;s'est pointee aujourd'hui,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pour "lui" trouver un nouveau foyer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nous en avons enfin visite deux en fait...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il prefere le premier,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;parce qu'il y a rencontre quelqu'un qu'il a connu l'ete dernier,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lors d'un hebergement temporaire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je trouve la deuxieme residence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;infiniment plus adequate,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ce n'est pas moi qui va vivre la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;c'est le meme prix.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;s'il peut socialiser,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qui peut l'en blamer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ainsi soit-il!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais je me sens tellement seul dans tout ceci...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'ai eu des ostie de nausees toute la maudite journee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je suis alle voir son proprietaire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pour casser son bail,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; juste d'etre "la"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me rendait encore plus malade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'ai du quitter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;plus tot que je ne l'aurais voulu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'ai plein de solution,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais il faudra que tout ce passe vite,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sinon c'est moi qui va y passer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je suis si las d'etre seul...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seul a voir la veritee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais le tabarnak!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il est mieux de ne pas causer de scandale...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;parce que je le laisserai dans sa marde!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUGZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-8676429834881830750?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/8676429834881830750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2836575999882231202&amp;postID=8676429834881830750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/8676429834881830750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/8676429834881830750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/2008/08/le-loup-solitaire.html' title='LE LOUP SOLITAIRE'/><author><name>TICKLEBEAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SJpEINd2FxI/AAAAAAAAtnM/mXGiolQEGfM/s72-c/ON_THE_HUNT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-1340770536172148489</id><published>2008-07-26T07:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T08:03:11.533-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SANG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAGE'/><title type='text'>L'ORPHELIN, DEPOSSEDE....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SIsOEV71AMI/AAAAAAAAn3s/Wj76sJA_bhQ/s1600-h/MONEY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227287260263940290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SIsOEV71AMI/AAAAAAAAn3s/Wj76sJA_bhQ/s400/MONEY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; il y a de ces verites&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qu'on prefererait ne pas connaitre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'ai passe la journee d'hier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a collecter tous ses papiers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eparpilles un peu partout,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; je suis malencontreusement tombe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sur certains papiers d'assurance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lorsque ma mere est decedee l'automne dernier,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je n'ai rien recu de l'argent qu'elle avait en banque,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mon pere s'etant approprie le tout,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; je n'ai jamais remis ceci en cause.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais hier,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'ai trouve les assurances de ma mere...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; je n'ai pu que constater que j'en etais le beneficiaire original,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais que mon pere a du faire modifier cette clause,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a son benefice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;parce que c'est lui qui a recu le cheque en janvier 2008.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;deja que je suis en arret de travail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;depuis maintenant un an,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; que cet argent m'aurait ete pour le moins utile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais de voir qu'il a manigance dans mon dos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;encore une fois,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; ce,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a mon detriment,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me le rend encore plus repugnant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a quel jeu joue-t-il?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je trouve tout ceci assez mesquin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais je n'y puis pas grand chose,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je crois.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je devrai me comporter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;comme si je n'avais rien vu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tout ce que je sais de cet homme,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;c'est "menteur un jour, menteur toujours".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il a toujours jouer dans le dos de ma mere,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; je vois maintenant,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qu'il me fait le meme petit jeu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; on insiste pour que je m'occupe de lui???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;un pedophile &amp;amp; un mesquin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;non mais,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quoi d'autre vais-je decouvrir maintenant?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je deteste vraiment cet homme!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUGZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-1340770536172148489?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/1340770536172148489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2836575999882231202&amp;postID=1340770536172148489&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/1340770536172148489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/1340770536172148489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/2008/07/lorphelin-depossede.html' title='L&apos;ORPHELIN, DEPOSSEDE....'/><author><name>TICKLEBEAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SIsOEV71AMI/AAAAAAAAn3s/Wj76sJA_bhQ/s72-c/MONEY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-7293782303102097787</id><published>2008-07-25T10:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T11:08:06.400-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SANG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAGE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LASSITUDE'/><title type='text'>LA VIE EST UNE ORDURE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SInifA1gF5I/AAAAAAAAnoA/sCFOQ9oJN_g/s1600-h/1174141411765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226957864968394642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SInifA1gF5I/AAAAAAAAnoA/sCFOQ9oJN_g/s400/1174141411765.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; je n'en suis meme plus surpris!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il me revient de vider la soue-a-cochon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pour une deuxieme &amp;amp; definitive fois.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je devrai aller a cet endroit maudit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ou rodent encore des souvenirs malsains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il me revient de regler des choses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qui ne sont miennes a regler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il me revient de sauvegarder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;l'essentiel d'une vie que je meprise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il me revient encore de mettre MA vie de cote,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;au profit d'une autre...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;si je m'ecoutais,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je foutrerais le feu dans tout ca,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; m'en laverais les mains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais ce n'est pas ainsi que ca fonctionne,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;n'est-ce pas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; s'il faut que j'entende encore une fois&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que "c'est donc un bon gars",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il y a quelqu'un qui va manger un char de marde.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;si c'est ca, un bon gars,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je fais une croix la-dessus,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;drette-la!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je suis ecoeure du bonhomme,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je suis ecoeure des procedures,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je suis ecoeure de cette parentee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ignorante de la veritee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; qui s'enorgueillit de cette supposee charitee chretienne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;c'est quand je les entends me parler du bon dieu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pis que je dois bien ca a mon pere...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je lui dois quoi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hein???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;laisse moi rencontrer le bon dieu un jour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'aurai deux mots a lui dire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;au bon dieu, la...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;foutus mangeux d'osties!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la vie n'est qu'un ramassis d'ordure...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; il me revient de faire le sale boulot,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;encore une fois!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUGZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-7293782303102097787?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/7293782303102097787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2836575999882231202&amp;postID=7293782303102097787&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/7293782303102097787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/7293782303102097787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/2008/07/la-vie-est-une-ordure.html' title='LA VIE EST UNE ORDURE'/><author><name>TICKLEBEAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SInifA1gF5I/AAAAAAAAnoA/sCFOQ9oJN_g/s72-c/1174141411765.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-3384880635824276336</id><published>2008-07-21T13:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T19:39:55.963-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SANG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAGE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LASSITUDE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERCEPTIONS'/><title type='text'>A LA TONALITE, VEUILLEZ DICTER VOTRE MESSAGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SITMqVMFPTI/AAAAAAAAlr8/-zyPWuRbpGA/s1600-h/Telephone2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225526495271009586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SITMqVMFPTI/AAAAAAAAlr8/-zyPWuRbpGA/s400/Telephone2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; eh bien&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bonne semaine tout le monde!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ma semaine, moi, a commence avec une serie de messages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sur ma boite vocale,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;venant de "lui".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je l'ai donc appelle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;juste pour l'entendre delirer sur le fait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que les gens a l'hopital veulent le tuer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qu'on l'accuse d'avoir violer des gens,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ce dont il se defend d'avoir jamais fait...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tiens tiens,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;une pointe de remord de sa part peut-etre?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;apparemment,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on veut le faire parader nu dans la rue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cette apres-midi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;avant de le battre &amp;amp; l'enculer devant tout le monde.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bon, encore les fantasmes sexuels,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;melees a de la violence...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;c'est pas reposant dans cette tete-la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je trouvais tout ceci des plus irritants,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alors que son medecin m'assurait encore la semaine derniere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que sa medication fonctionnait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; que j'avais eu la demonstration claire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de tout le contraire immediatement apres...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a ce que je voie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ca ne s'est pas ameliore du tout,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;loin de la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je me suis empresse de contacter le personnel traitant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de l'etage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pour les aviser de son etat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; que le message se fasse au neurologue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;c'est beau les anti-psychotiques&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(qui ne fonctionnent pas...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais un anxiolitique serait peut-etre le bienvenu ici,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;en combinaison avec le zyprexa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;c'est juste mon opinion,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais quand meme...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maintenant qu'il a pris le tour de m'appeller,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je sens que je n'ai pas fini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;d'avoir des messages dans ma boite vocale...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ARGHHHHHH !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUGZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-3384880635824276336?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/3384880635824276336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2836575999882231202&amp;postID=3384880635824276336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/3384880635824276336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/3384880635824276336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/2008/07/la-tonalite-veuillez-dicter-votre.html' title='A LA TONALITE, VEUILLEZ DICTER VOTRE MESSAGE'/><author><name>TICKLEBEAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SITMqVMFPTI/AAAAAAAAlr8/-zyPWuRbpGA/s72-c/Telephone2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-6623487625132297039</id><published>2008-07-16T12:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T13:02:55.108-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MALAISE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SANG'/><title type='text'>COMMENT LUI DIRE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SH4o4vS_BWI/AAAAAAAAjU8/fxJ5Jh9UfgU/s1600-h/birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223657573030233442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SH4o4vS_BWI/AAAAAAAAjU8/fxJ5Jh9UfgU/s400/birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; comment lui souhaiter bonne fete aujourd'hui,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alors qu'il n'y a rien pour se rejouir de sa condition actuelle;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; qu'on ignore toujours ce que l'avenir lui reserve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'irai tout de meme le voir a l'hopital,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meme s'il n'est plus que l'ombre de lui-meme,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mentalement...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(~&lt;br /&gt;HUGZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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DIRE?'/><author><name>TICKLEBEAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SH4o4vS_BWI/AAAAAAAAjU8/fxJ5Jh9UfgU/s72-c/birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-7856937805620658015</id><published>2008-07-05T19:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T19:33:05.545-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MALAISE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SANG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LASSITUDE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHAGRIN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERCEPTIONS'/><title type='text'>TOUT SEMBLE FOUTU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SHACg6fo4tI/AAAAAAAAcwc/99gk8XiORkw/s1600-h/FOUTU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219674732603433682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SHACg6fo4tI/AAAAAAAAcwc/99gk8XiORkw/s400/FOUTU.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; alors que je croyais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que de le faire hospitaliser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aurait pu lui donner un sentiment de securitee,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;et bien&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;c'est tout le contraire!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il a transfere sa paranoia sur le personnel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; a meme commence a etre agressif envers moi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cette apres-midi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'ai quitte l'hopital plus vite que prevu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;le coeur gros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il est desolant de le voir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dans un etat mental aussi lamentable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;moi je n'y puis rien,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais j'espere que la medecine pourra quelque chose pour lui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;entretemps,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il n'y a vraiment rien de rejouissant a aller le voir,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quoique ce ne fut jamais vraiment autrement...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il a pris une tangente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; je refuse de le suivre la-dedans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je vais laisser ceci&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;entre les mains des professionels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUGZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-7856937805620658015?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/7856937805620658015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2836575999882231202&amp;postID=7856937805620658015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/7856937805620658015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/7856937805620658015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/2008/07/tout-semble-foutu.html' title='TOUT SEMBLE FOUTU'/><author><name>TICKLEBEAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SHACg6fo4tI/AAAAAAAAcwc/99gk8XiORkw/s72-c/FOUTU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-8655358101859621222</id><published>2008-07-03T13:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T13:59:41.435-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SANG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHAGRIN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERCEPTIONS'/><title type='text'>DECIDEMENT...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SG0RSRabFUI/AAAAAAAAcAA/PYwZ8Sitj8M/s1600-h/gavel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218846548801819970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SG0RSRabFUI/AAAAAAAAcAA/PYwZ8Sitj8M/s400/gavel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; decidement,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quand ca bouge,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ca bouge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;non seulement mon pere se retrouve a l'urgence,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;en attente d'une consultation,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;avec la travailleuse sociale de l'etablissement,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;puis avec les specialistes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pour voir a son cas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais je suis revenu a la maison,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;completement draine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pour entendre sur ma boite vocale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;comme quoi l'arbitration dans mon cas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sera le 30 juillet prochain...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;decidement...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nous voila,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mon pere &amp;amp; moi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;en attente d'un verdict&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tous les deux.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;notre destin se retrouve ni plus, ni moins,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;entre les mains de tiers partis...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;son verdict devrait etre connu bien avant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que moi-meme je ne rencontre l'arbitre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je souhaite que les choses se reglent,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de part &amp;amp; d'autre,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais ce genre de chose m'inquiete toujours un peu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; pour cause.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;si je devais perdre ma cause,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il y aurait de nombreuses consequences deplaisantes pour moi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; entre temps,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'ignore ce qu'il adviendra de mon pere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; ce qu'il faudra faire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;d'une facon ou d'une autre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qui vivra, verra,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qu'ils disent...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;d'un certain cote,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'ai pas trop hate de voir,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais quand il le faut,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il le faut...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUGZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-8655358101859621222?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/8655358101859621222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2836575999882231202&amp;postID=8655358101859621222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/8655358101859621222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/8655358101859621222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/2008/07/decidement.html' title='DECIDEMENT...'/><author><name>TICKLEBEAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SG0RSRabFUI/AAAAAAAAcAA/PYwZ8Sitj8M/s72-c/gavel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-8217357341483950934</id><published>2008-07-02T15:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T16:03:54.477-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MALAISE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SANG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAGE'/><title type='text'>L'IRONIE DU SORT...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SGvdjKmP3KI/AAAAAAAAbcM/JZTK1qxi_PA/s1600-h/irony+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218508189448789154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SGvdjKmP3KI/AAAAAAAAbcM/JZTK1qxi_PA/s400/irony+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; devinez ou je serai demain matin???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmmm?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;allez, devinez!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a l'urgence avec "lui"!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je m'offusquais qu'on veuille me forcer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a le prendre en charge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; a devoir le cotoyer pendant des heures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eh ben!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;un appel telephonique fait tout innocement de ma part&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fait que je me retrouverai a l'urgence a ses cotes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la chose que je voulais absolument eviter!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;evidemment,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'aurais pu lui dire non...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;m'enfin!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;c'est pas toujours aussi simple,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;les choses,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quand j'y pense!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;c'est un scotch qui me faudrait en ce moment,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pas ce petit vin espagnol...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quoiqu'il est bien bon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il n'a pas vire au vinaigre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;apres cet appel....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y a au moins ca de bon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;awh, fuck!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;non , mais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quand j'y pense!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUGZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-8217357341483950934?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/8217357341483950934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2836575999882231202&amp;postID=8217357341483950934&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/8217357341483950934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/8217357341483950934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/2008/07/lironie-du-sort.html' title='L&apos;IRONIE DU SORT...'/><author><name>TICKLEBEAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SGvdjKmP3KI/AAAAAAAAbcM/JZTK1qxi_PA/s72-c/irony+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-8010582020794666865</id><published>2008-06-28T12:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T12:29:15.459-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SANG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAGE'/><title type='text'>NON MAIS, SERIEUSEMENT...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SGZlNvMSVAI/AAAAAAAAZqs/FKgsUA_Tvm8/s1600-h/FUCKING_MAD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216968505036002306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SGZlNvMSVAI/AAAAAAAAZqs/FKgsUA_Tvm8/s400/FUCKING_MAD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; apres avoir parle avec sa travailleuse sociale,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;elle a contacte son medecin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; ILS ont decide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que JE devrais L'amener a l'urgence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pour le faire voir en neuro-psy &amp;amp; en geronto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;non mais,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ils n'ont rien compris!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il est impensable que je me retrouve soudainement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pendant des heures,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;assis a ses cotes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;en attente d'une consultation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;non mais,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ils sont completement fucked up dans la tete,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ou quoi???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je devrais aller chercher un document au CLSC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; me presenter avec lui a l'urgence...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not in this lifetime,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no sir!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;si je n'avais rien dit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tout le monde aurait ete heureux&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;d'attendre la consultation a domicile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qui n'arrivera qu'en juillet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bien, savez-vous quoi???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;va falloir qu'ils s'en contentent!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;non,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je ne peux tout simplement pas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vraiment,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NON!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have to draw the line somewhere,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; this is IT...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-8010582020794666865?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/8010582020794666865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2836575999882231202&amp;postID=8010582020794666865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/8010582020794666865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/8010582020794666865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/2008/06/non-mais-serieusement.html' title='NON MAIS, SERIEUSEMENT...'/><author><name>TICKLEBEAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SGZlNvMSVAI/AAAAAAAAZqs/FKgsUA_Tvm8/s72-c/FUCKING_MAD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-7842957866631113772</id><published>2008-06-26T13:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T13:58:35.812-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LASSITUDE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHAGRIN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERCEPTIONS'/><title type='text'>UN SIMPLE VOEU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SGPYX3siC3I/AAAAAAAAZZw/HbfOrvwXs74/s1600-h/MY_PLACE_IN_THE_SUN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216250698024487794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SGPYX3siC3I/AAAAAAAAZZw/HbfOrvwXs74/s400/MY_PLACE_IN_THE_SUN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tout ce que j'aimerais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;serait de trouver enfin ma place au soleil,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; d'avoir un peu de quietude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;juste un peu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUGZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-7842957866631113772?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/7842957866631113772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SGLD2rYhpoI/AAAAAAAAZSs/Bagu6ihyNyU/s400/noose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; c'est rendu qu'il se trouve des pretextes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pour qu'on se voit la semaine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pas assez que nos rencontres du weekend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qui me crissent a terre,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais il faut qu'il en rajoute,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;l'ostie de colisse de tabarnak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'en peux pu de ses delires,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de sa paranoia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je suis a veille de l'agripper par le collet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pis le colisser en bas du viaduc ville-marie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la colisse de travailleuse sociale qui donne pas de nouvelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pis l'autre qui me casse les oreilles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;avec ses colisse de fantasmes sexuels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j't'a veille de le castrer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;le tabarnak!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'en peux pu!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;non mais,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;c'est-y ma peau qu'on veut???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;juste a le dire, colisse!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je me sacre en bas du 8e,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ou 5 minutes de marche,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pis je me sacre dans le fleuve...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'en peux pu!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je n'en peux plus!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;COLISSE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;J'EN PEUX PLUS.............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;c'est pas ma mere qui aurait du crever l'automne dernier...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;despite everything,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my mom,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i could have handled...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;help,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;somebody!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anybody??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tears are actually drenching my fucking keyboard right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; there's nothing i can do about this................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I AM JUST SOOOOOOOOOOOO FUCKING TIRED&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-8098436620426734115?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/8098436620426734115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SGLD2rYhpoI/AAAAAAAAZSs/Bagu6ihyNyU/s72-c/noose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-5736819083444357911</id><published>2008-06-15T01:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T01:57:27.072-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MALAISE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SANG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NOSTALGIE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHAGRIN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERCEPTIONS'/><title type='text'>QUE RESTE-T-IL DE MON ENFANCE ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SFStIbXHnXI/AAAAAAAAXd4/IW0-AYvOeg8/s1600-h/fathersdaycardfront.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211981029069790578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SFStIbXHnXI/AAAAAAAAXd4/IW0-AYvOeg8/s400/fathersdaycardfront.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on celebre aujourd'hui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;le lien entre le geniteur &amp;amp; sa progeniture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je trouve que ca devrait se feter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;selon le merite,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais enfin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;histoire d'apparence,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je me pointerai la aujourd'hui,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;avec quelques petites choses,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;histoire de faire plaisir,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; le distraire de sa demence...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;si telle chose fut encore possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;les souvenirs heureux sont plutot rares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; n'effacent en rien&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ceux moins heureux.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ce lien inconditionel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qui devait durer toute une vie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fut rompu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; je n'ai jamais plus pu le regarder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de la meme facon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dommage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUGZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-5736819083444357911?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/5736819083444357911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SFStIbXHnXI/AAAAAAAAXd4/IW0-AYvOeg8/s72-c/fathersdaycardfront.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-4648328306208413859</id><published>2008-06-05T18:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T19:01:02.543-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LASSITUDE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHAGRIN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERCEPTIONS'/><title type='text'>&amp; ON RECOMMENCE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SEhubk9Q14I/AAAAAAAAUr0/g7VGz58UpWs/s1600-h/Maze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208534389110134658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SEhubk9Q14I/AAAAAAAAUr0/g7VGz58UpWs/s400/Maze.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; il semble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que je doive tourne en rond eternellement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;en faisant la tournee des medecins,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;generaliste, specialiste &amp;amp; chirurgien,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tous semblent s'accorder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;comme quoi bien peu peut etre fait pour moi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;le verdict est tombe aujourd'hui,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;avec le specialiste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'aurai un AUTRE epidural!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;le dernier avait tellement ete un succes (???).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; on m'envoie maintenant en medecine alternative...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pourquoi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;parce qu'il n'y a pas d'autre ALTERNATIVE,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;voila pourquoi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'erre dans ce labyrinthe sans issues,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;avec le sentiment d'etre revenu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a la case de depart...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUGZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-4648328306208413859?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/4648328306208413859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2836575999882231202&amp;postID=4648328306208413859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/4648328306208413859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/4648328306208413859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/2008/06/on-recommence.html' title='&amp; ON RECOMMENCE...'/><author><name>TICKLEBEAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SEhubk9Q14I/AAAAAAAAUr0/g7VGz58UpWs/s72-c/Maze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-730870594229408724</id><published>2008-06-02T08:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T08:43:13.357-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SANG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAGE'/><title type='text'>SERAIT-CE EN VAIN ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SEPp-4ibjdI/AAAAAAAATbw/75UFChNbdpQ/s1600-h/GUERRIER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207262860708384210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SEPp-4ibjdI/AAAAAAAATbw/75UFChNbdpQ/s400/GUERRIER.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;encore une fois,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je me precipiterai ce matin chez lui,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dans le but de rencontrer sa travailleuse sociale,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qui nous a fait faux bond jeudi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;du a une urgence...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;esperons que cette fois-ci sera la bonne,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; que ce ne sera pas en vain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;soit parce qu'il decide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de reculer a nouveau...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ce qui n'aurait rien de surprenant,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ou parce qu'elle n'aurait rien a offrir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de concret a ce moment-ci.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pourra-t-on jamais resoudre cette damnee situation?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUGZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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?'/><author><name>TICKLEBEAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SEPp-4ibjdI/AAAAAAAATbw/75UFChNbdpQ/s72-c/GUERRIER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-4559301534087074021</id><published>2008-05-29T05:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T05:42:53.616-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SANG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAGE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERCEPTIONS'/><title type='text'>TICKLEBEAR S'EN VA T-EN GUERRE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;c'est le matin de tous les matins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je pars en guerre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;en guerre contre les craintes &amp;amp; hallucinations de mon pere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;en guerre contre le systeme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;en guerre meme envers mon aversion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pour cet homme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je me fais violence,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais pour tenter une ultime fois,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de regler cette facheuse situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;puisse cette rencontre avec la travailleuse sociale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;porter fruit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUGZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(je mets ici un video sympa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais sur le theme de la journee)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-3624958638982735176</id><published>2008-05-27T17:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T15:05:52.594-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MALAISE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAGE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LASSITUDE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHAGRIN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERCEPTIONS'/><title type='text'>NUL N'EST PROPHETE EN SON PAYS, PARAIT-IL...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SDx9tGjDNqI/AAAAAAAARjg/Y6Ia5wpQXNQ/s1600-h/megaphone3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205173483138660002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SDx9tGjDNqI/AAAAAAAARjg/Y6Ia5wpQXNQ/s400/megaphone3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; il est lassant,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;voire meme epuisant,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de se repeter sans cesse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lorsqu'on est convaincu d'avoir la bonne idee,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la solution a bien des maux,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais que nos suggestions tombent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sur des oreilles arides...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il s'est produit des choses navrantes recemment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mon pere a soit ete fraude,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ou il a commis une enorme bevue...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quoi qu'il en soit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la banque s'en mele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il y aura une investigation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il a perdu, ou egare,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bien des papiers &amp;amp; autres choses importantes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais il ose ME demander ou c'est tout cela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il y a un an,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'aurais pu lui repondre,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais depuis,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il a refoutu le bordel encore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dans la place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je ne referai pas le menage la-dedans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;continuellement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la prochaine fois,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ce sera pour vider la place,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tout liquider,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sans retour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'en ai marre de cette maudite sous-a-cochon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qui ne fait aucun sens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; il continue de soupconner tous &amp;amp; chacun,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alors que je crois que ses problemes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;decoulent plutot de son handicap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; de sa distraction,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;et/ou senilite,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;appellez ca comme vous voulez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la travailleuse sociale passe apparemment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jeudi prochain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'y serai!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;s'il y a moyen de faire bouger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cette tete-de-cochon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on va le prendre, ce moyen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je suis ecoeure de voir la situation &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se degrader ainsi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; que rien ne se fasse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il doit sortir de la maison.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;point final!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je suis ecoeure de me repeter!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUGZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-3624958638982735176?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/3624958638982735176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2836575999882231202&amp;postID=3624958638982735176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/3624958638982735176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/3624958638982735176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/2008/05/nul-nest-prophete-en-son-pays-parait-il.html' title='NUL N&apos;EST PROPHETE EN SON PAYS, PARAIT-IL...'/><author><name>TICKLEBEAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SDx9tGjDNqI/AAAAAAAARjg/Y6Ia5wpQXNQ/s72-c/megaphone3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-4308277451467527473</id><published>2008-05-25T18:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T19:17:33.976-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HUMANITE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERCEPTIONS'/><title type='text'>LA CHAISE MUSICALE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SDntYGjDIBI/AAAAAAAAQp0/Mh8QE1FLMRA/s1600-h/2chairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204451842733580306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SDntYGjDIBI/AAAAAAAAQp0/Mh8QE1FLMRA/s400/2chairs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; pour une fois,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je mentionnerai quelque chose de positif&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dans ce blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quelque chose qui a  a voir avec la douleur,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;le malheur &amp;amp; l'affliction,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais dans son soulagement,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sa consolation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pour une fois...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alors voila:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la vie est quand meme bien faite,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;toutes choses considerees...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pourquoi la chaise musicale?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; bien voila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;au cours d'une vie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il est donne de passer a travers certaines epreuves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;si deja il y  eu une separation,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;des problemes professionnels &amp;amp; de sante,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'ai eu des amies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qui a ce moment etaient disponibles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; m'ont offert un soutien inconditionnel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me donnant un reconfort insoupconne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;plus recemment,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ces memes personnes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ont leur propre destinee a poursuivre,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;incluant la maladie, le surmenage &amp;amp; autres.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; si je considere les evenements des deux dernieres annees,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ces personnes qui ont ete la jadis,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ne peuvent plus vraiment,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la vie est bien faite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il y a de ces etres chers qui etaient disparus de ma vie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;du a des circonstances imprevisibles,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; qui sont revenus a point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;peu apres leur retour,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ma vie s'est remise a se decoudre de toute part,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; ces personnes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;une du a la maladie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;l'autre au chomage en quelque sorte,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ont eu le temps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de m'etre d'un secours sans pareil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sans elles,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'aurais pu decrocher...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais leur seul presence dans ma vie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a fait toute la difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;leur ecoute,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;leur point de vue,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;leur patience a mon egard,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tout cela a fait que tranquillement,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je remonte une cote a pic,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais je la remonte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je passe a travers mon deuil,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; j'endure le delire d'un homme,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tout en subissant toujours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;les contraintes de mon quotidien mais,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je  goute encore a certains moments de la vie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;grace a leur sens de derision,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a leur sincerite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je me sens toujours en marge de la vie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais elle m'effleure encore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;via ces personnes qui me sont cheres.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pas toujours les memes, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais la chaise ne reste jamais eternellement vacante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pas toujours occupee,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais je ne voudrais abuser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais dans les pires moments,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il se trouve quelqu'un pour s'assoir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; m'ecouter...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dans mon chagrin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dans mes craintes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il y a quelqu'un qui me regarde dans les yeux,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; je sais que je ne suis point seul au monde.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;merci.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la vie est vraiment bien faite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as i said to someone once,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lovers come &amp;amp; go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but friends are forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that girl didn't listen...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;too bad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've got real friends now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUGZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-4308277451467527473?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/4308277451467527473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2836575999882231202&amp;postID=4308277451467527473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/4308277451467527473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/4308277451467527473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/2008/05/la-chaise-musicale.html' title='LA CHAISE MUSICALE'/><author><name>TICKLEBEAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SDntYGjDIBI/AAAAAAAAQp0/Mh8QE1FLMRA/s72-c/2chairs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-4205389609593609705</id><published>2008-05-25T18:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T18:49:37.280-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SANG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LASSITUDE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHAGRIN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERCEPTIONS'/><title type='text'>CE QUI DEVAIT ARRIVER, ARRIVA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SDnpr2jDIAI/AAAAAAAAQpg/pgE6TayjgC4/s1600-h/house-key.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204447783989485570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SDnpr2jDIAI/AAAAAAAAQpg/pgE6TayjgC4/s400/house-key.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; je l'avais predit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je l'avais dit qu'un jour,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sa paranoia le forcerait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a me suspecter...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il pretend que bien des choses sont disparues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la banque apparemment veut lui parler demain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;certains papiers d'impot ont disparu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;son livret de banque manque a l'appel...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;apres une fouille sommaire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'avoue que je n'ai rien retrouve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;est-ce qu'il y a malice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de la part d'un etranger,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ou est-ce du a l'inadvertence de mon pere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;neanmoins,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je lui ai remis mes cles sur le champs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on ne m'accusera pas 2 fois.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'ai voulu lui remettre les cles l'autre jour,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; il s'est offusque de mon geste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cette fois-ci,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ce fut sans appel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je suis parti,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; mes cles sont restees sur la table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'ignore ce qu'il se passe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dans sa tete ou dans les lieux,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; j'avoue non pas en deriver une certaine satisfaction,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais bien plutot une apprehension,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qu'il devra admettre un jour,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de lui-meme,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qu'il n'est plus apte a rester seul a la maison.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;durant le lunch,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je lui ai encore parle de residence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il est coriace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il resiste encore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais avec une telle fragilite,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ca n'en fait presque pitie...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;presque.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mon niveau d'empathie envers cet individu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a quand meme ses bornes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais il est clair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qu'entre sa paranoia &amp;amp; les affres de son quotidien&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que l'homme ne durera pas longtemps comme ca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il est evident qu'il souffre,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; je ne ferais meme pas ca a un chien...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de le laisser ainsi dans sa merde.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;donc,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;son docteur,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la travailleuse sociale?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;par qui je commence?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(most unhappy here...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il faisait beau aujourd'hui,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;parait-il...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUGZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-4205389609593609705?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/4205389609593609705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2836575999882231202&amp;postID=4205389609593609705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/4205389609593609705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SANG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHAGRIN'/><title type='text'>LA FETE DES MERES EST ARRIVEE A ECHEANCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SCaoslmn33I/AAAAAAAAJfM/0CWOFNse274/s1600-h/MOTHER%26SON+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199028303807635314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SCaoslmn33I/AAAAAAAAJfM/0CWOFNse274/s400/MOTHER%26SON+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; celle qui m'a mis au monde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;n'est plus de ce monde.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la fete des meres&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;n'aura dorenavant plus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la meme signification,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;voire meme aucune...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SCaooVmn32I/AAAAAAAAJfE/CD0Or__d4EE/s1600-h/MOTHER%26SON+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199028230793191266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SCaooVmn32I/AAAAAAAAJfE/CD0Or__d4EE/s400/MOTHER%26SON+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ce ne fut guere facile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de voir toutes ces annonces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;promouvant cette journee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ces derniers temps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je n'aurai plus a me preoccuper de ces details.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;si l'an dernier,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cette journee fut penible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;due a son etat dementiel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quoique plus calme;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cette annee est pire encore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;due a son absence definitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SCaojVmn31I/AAAAAAAAJe8/mwcxegVlCxM/s1600-h/NO_MORE_MOTHER%27SDAY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199028144893845330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SCaojVmn31I/AAAAAAAAJe8/mwcxegVlCxM/s400/NO_MORE_MOTHER%27SDAY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ou que tu sois,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;une pensee pour toi, mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUGZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ddc1b20a458932a2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SCaoslmn33I/AAAAAAAAJfM/0CWOFNse274/s72-c/MOTHER%26SON+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-663608864264622099</id><published>2008-05-08T03:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T12:37:03.436-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LASSITUDE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERCEPTIONS'/><title type='text'>L'ABSENCE DU PRESENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SCKyJFfzuwI/AAAAAAAAIeg/_YP8H9qZzZo/s1600-h/HOURGLASS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197912789103131394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SCKyJFfzuwI/AAAAAAAAIeg/_YP8H9qZzZo/s400/HOURGLASS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; le 27 juillet 1999,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'ecrivais:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"the past will never fail to last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the future is only an illusion,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that will come to pass."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pres d'une decennie plus tard,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ou en suis-je face au temps?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on entend souvent dire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qu'il faut vivre le moment present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais je realise que c'est le present qui est une illusion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il n'y a pas de present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chaque parole dite,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chaque geste pose,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;des leur inception,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;deviennent un souvenir immuable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ancre dans notre passe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ma vie est une collection de souvenirs qui s'entassent,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;en attente de nouveaux souvenirs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;venant d'un avenir hypothetique.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais le present demeure absent,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;insaississable, inimaginable,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alors que mon conscient est propulse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vers un destin inconnu encore de moi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;laissant une longue trace de mon passage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;derriere moi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;s'effacant graduellement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;avec l'effritement de la memoire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la vie n'est qu'une illusion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on nous dit toujours de regarder vers l'avant,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; pourtant,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tout ce qu'on peut voir,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;c'est le passe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;c'est la seule chose qui existe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que pour un temps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;le passe est la seule chose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que nous puissions celebrer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ce que nous laissons derriere...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jusqu'a ce qu'il sombre dans l'oubli.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUGZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-663608864264622099?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SCKyJFfzuwI/AAAAAAAAIeg/_YP8H9qZzZo/s72-c/HOURGLASS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-6383242160210864777</id><published>2008-04-27T21:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T22:06:04.319-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MALAISE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LASSITUDE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHAGRIN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERCEPTIONS'/><title type='text'>A QUI LE TOUR ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SBUqEzs5M5I/AAAAAAAAIJE/5e0-oVsI7qs/s1600-h/PARANOIA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194104007328084882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SBUqEzs5M5I/AAAAAAAAIJE/5e0-oVsI7qs/s400/PARANOIA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; il maintient toujours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qu'il y a des visiteurs la nuit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ou durant ses absences de la maison,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qui sont au demeurant plutot rares...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qui viennent fouiller dans ses choses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; on lui vole son argent egalement...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais depuis quelques jours,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il a rajoute a sa liste de suspects&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;un individu qui lui rendait service&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a l'occasion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quelqu'un qui leur etait familier,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;du vivant de ma mere,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; qui avait toujours eu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;un comportement irreprochable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je serais surpris d'apprendre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qu'il est soudainement devenu un escroc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; abuse de l'etat de mon pere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je sais,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ca s'est deja vu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais tout de meme...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;le probleme est que,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je n'ai jamais cru a ses histoires de visiteurs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;croyant plutot mon pere distrait,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qu'il a peut-etre echappe son argent quelque part,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;au bonheur d'un heureux etranger,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais a son plus grand desarroi a lui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ou bien l'argent traine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dans quelque fond de tiroir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ou dans le fond de ses poches de pantalon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ou autres...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais lui a la certitude que non.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;evidemment!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il a meme dit aujourd'hui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qu'un certain objet qu'il avait mis de cote&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;avait ete remis a sa place,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bien en evidence...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je me rappelle de l'objet en question,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que j'avais vu la semaine avant...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; il est toujours au meme endroit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tel quel...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je ne crois pas que mon pere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;l'avait mis de cote.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;en aurait-il eu l'intention?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;peut-etre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais ce ne fut qu'une intention&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; n'aurait jamais ete accompli.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;c'est comme lorsqu'on se parle au telephone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; qu'il s'offusque que je n'aie pas retourne son appel...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quel appel???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'aurais eu un message sur ma boite-vocale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; je l'aurais appelle,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;assurement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais il insiste pour dire qu'il m'avait appelle...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il aura souhaite mon appel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; en aurait derive la certitude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de m'avoir laisse un message?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quoi penser de tout cela?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mon inquietude actuelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vient du fait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que la liste s'allonge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;au banc des accuses,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; que mon tour viendra,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la ou mon pere pensera que je suis &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;un de ceux qui le volent...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'avais l'intention de lui offrir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de lui remettre les cles de la maison,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pour lui donner l'assurance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que je ne suis point un de ceux-la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais le moment propice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ne s'est pas presente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; la rencontre etait deja assez penible,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sans venir allourdir le tout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;avec ce sujet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;si seulement quelqu'un d'autre que moi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pouvait constater a quel point&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mon pere n'est pas bien.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il a vu son medecin la semaine derniere,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;et supposement,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;le medecin l'aurait trouve en bonne forme...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ca c'est parce qu'il ne lui pose pas les bonnes questions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; que mon pere evite de mentionner certaines choses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qui pourraient donner la puce a l'oreille.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;non!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il prefere confier ses hantises a son fils unique,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la seule personne qui prefererait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ne rien savoir de tout ceci.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jusqu'au jour ou il ne me fera plus confiance non plus,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me rajoutant a sa liste des accuses...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la sanite ne tient qu'a un fil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;crisse que la vie est mal faite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-6383242160210864777?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/6383242160210864777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2836575999882231202&amp;postID=6383242160210864777&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/6383242160210864777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/6383242160210864777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/2008/04/qui-le-tour.html' title='A QUI LE TOUR ?'/><author><name>TICKLEBEAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/SBUqEzs5M5I/AAAAAAAAIJE/5e0-oVsI7qs/s72-c/PARANOIA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-4377976344796552656</id><published>2008-04-09T05:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T05:40:18.029-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SANG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NOSTALGIE'/><title type='text'>MAMAN?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R_yNlEUECUI/AAAAAAAAHJQ/LGxLeVIeoBg/s1600-h/THE+ROAD+OF+LIFE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187176538776537410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R_yNlEUECUI/AAAAAAAAHJQ/LGxLeVIeoBg/s400/THE+ROAD+OF+LIFE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; maman?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'ai aujourd'hui 47 ans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maman?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;suis-je toujours ton vilain garnement?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maman?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'aurais bien besoin d'un calin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;comme tu en donnais rarement;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quand tu me trouvais bien fin, bien beau;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quand tu avais le temps;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quand on s'en voulait pas trop,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que ca s'arrangeait avec le temps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maman?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'ai maintenant 47 ans,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; je m'ennuie tant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;etrange, vraiment...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;le ti-gars est toujours la en moi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maman, c'est bien la-bas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maman?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;attends moi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUGZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-4377976344796552656?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/4377976344796552656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2836575999882231202&amp;postID=4377976344796552656&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/4377976344796552656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/4377976344796552656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/2008/04/maman.html' title='MAMAN?'/><author><name>TICKLEBEAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R_yNlEUECUI/AAAAAAAAHJQ/LGxLeVIeoBg/s72-c/THE+ROAD+OF+LIFE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-525752124286677182</id><published>2008-04-07T19:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T20:03:29.894-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAGE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LASSITUDE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHAGRIN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERCEPTIONS'/><title type='text'>&amp; BIEN VOILA....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R_q0skUEBmI/AAAAAAAAHDc/ZdC8QLPL77Q/s1600-h/STRIKING_DOWN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186656598625617506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R_q0skUEBmI/AAAAAAAAHDc/ZdC8QLPL77Q/s400/STRIKING_DOWN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; je crois que la photo au dessus exprime assez bien&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ma reaction lors de ma derniere rencontre avec lui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la rencontre s'est bien passee,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sauf pour un detail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;un seul...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il m'a clairement indique qu'il n'etait pas interresse a aucun hebergement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; il ne veut plus que j'appelle personne maintenant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il va rester la ou il est,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seul, a la merci de ses etats,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;physiques &amp;amp; mentaux...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'ai quelque peu grince des dents,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sans rien dire toute fois,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heberlue que j'etais devant son obstination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ca va lui prendre quoi encore pour comprendre le gros bon sens?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he's losing his marbles allright!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;juste pas assez pour passer devant un juge cependant,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sauf si un examen psychiatrique etait exige...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bof!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;un autre jour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUGZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R_q0n0UEBlI/AAAAAAAAHDU/ZjBpHDb0Mng/s1600-h/LOSING_HIS_MARBLES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186656517021238866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R_q0n0UEBlI/AAAAAAAAHDU/ZjBpHDb0Mng/s400/LOSING_HIS_MARBLES.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-525752124286677182?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/525752124286677182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2836575999882231202&amp;postID=525752124286677182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/525752124286677182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/525752124286677182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/2008/04/bien-voila.html' title='&amp; BIEN VOILA....'/><author><name>TICKLEBEAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R_q0skUEBmI/AAAAAAAAHDc/ZdC8QLPL77Q/s72-c/STRIKING_DOWN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-9042987820377698680</id><published>2008-04-01T12:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T12:43:51.879-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAGE'/><title type='text'>EFFECTIVEMENT...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-121d5366e22b6b4f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R_FAsUUD7iI/AAAAAAAAGRI/noO5e3xEiMo/s400/c34-DeluxeNuts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; au cas ou vous vous demanderiez pourquoi les noix,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ever heard of going "nuts"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ma mere est decedee l'automne dernier,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;demente suite a son acv de 2006,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quoique la demence avait peut-etre commence avant,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bien avant...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ca excuserait certaines choses peut-etre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; je viens tout juste de luncher avec "lui",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; meme en le confrontant,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il persiste a croire ces fabulations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qui le hantent...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sont-ce ses medicaments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ou c'est l'ostie de cerveau qui y ramolli.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je suis assez en tabarnak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de vivre ca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;c'est certain que c'est pas mon cerveau qui est affecte,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais mon moral l'est, lui, pis en ostie a part ca!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;non, mais!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;c'est dementiel mur-a-mur!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ca annonce quoi comme avenir pour moi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la camisole de force???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'espere que le destin m'epargnera ca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je tiens pas a rester ici tant que ca,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a prime abord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pis si c'est pour finir de meme,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;crisse!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je prends le bord du fleuve tout de go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUGZ_quand meme...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e364198db8dd277" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R_FAsUUD7iI/AAAAAAAAGRI/noO5e3xEiMo/s72-c/c34-DeluxeNuts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-5190386973774410443</id><published>2008-03-31T06:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T06:35:30.644-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MALAISE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LASSITUDE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERCEPTIONS'/><title type='text'>LORSQUE LES CHOIX NOUS MANQUENT...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R_C8ckUD7ZI/AAAAAAAAGQA/BLiHHh6wTpQ/s1600-h/RED_OR_BLUE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183850370073619858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R_C8ckUD7ZI/AAAAAAAAGQA/BLiHHh6wTpQ/s400/RED_OR_BLUE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  de vivre dans la realitee,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ou se perdre dans un monde illusoire?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il y a de ces moments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ou on souhaiterait s'evader,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ne serait-ce qu'un peu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;juste un peu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;d'une realitee trop lourde &amp;amp; blafarde,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sans gout ni relief,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qui nous laisse ce vide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;au fond du coeur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il y a de ces moments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ou nous aurions une folle envie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de tout envoyer en l'air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; s'eclater a tout rompre,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais sachant bien ce qui nous attendrait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bien patiemment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on ne peut abandonner une certaine realitee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;derriere soi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on se doit de la trainer avec soi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;constamment, inlassablement;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;esperant toujours un moment liberateur,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cette cassure qui nous ferait sentir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;plus leger,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;presque de l'espoir;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais le quotidien se charge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;d'ecraser toute lueur d'espoir,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;semble-t-il...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUGZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-5190386973774410443?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/5190386973774410443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2836575999882231202&amp;postID=5190386973774410443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/5190386973774410443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/5190386973774410443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/2008/03/lorsque-les-choix-nous-manquent.html' title='LORSQUE LES CHOIX NOUS MANQUENT...'/><author><name>TICKLEBEAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R_C8ckUD7ZI/AAAAAAAAGQA/BLiHHh6wTpQ/s72-c/RED_OR_BLUE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-6496352663902001281</id><published>2008-03-25T02:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T02:51:39.883-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MALAISE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERCEPTIONS'/><title type='text'>UN HOMME &amp; SES DEMONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R-ifJ0UD5eI/AAAAAAAAGAE/qaJKr_aPSnw/s1600-h/2chdr20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181566362300179938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R-ifJ0UD5eI/AAAAAAAAGAE/qaJKr_aPSnw/s400/2chdr20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; il persiste a dire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qu'il y a des visiteurs chez lui la nuit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il est evident qu'il est malheureux,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tout seul chez lui,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;perdu dans ses pensees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hante par son passe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mefiant de l'avenir,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; indifferent au temps present,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je le sens qui decroche...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'ai encore preche&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pour qu'il aille en residence,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la ou il serait entoure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; bien traite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il demeure craintif,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais serait-il en train de craquer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;finalement?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il veut que j'appelle moi-meme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la directrice de l'etablissement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pourquoi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ca demeure tout de meme encore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SA decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais je le ferai,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meme si je m'etais jure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de ne pas me meler de ca...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;un tel changement cependant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pourrait peut-etre lui etre benefique,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qui sait?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUGZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-6496352663902001281?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/6496352663902001281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2836575999882231202&amp;postID=6496352663902001281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/6496352663902001281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/6496352663902001281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/2008/03/un-homme-ses-demons.html' title='UN HOMME &amp; SES DEMONS'/><author><name>TICKLEBEAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R-ifJ0UD5eI/AAAAAAAAGAE/qaJKr_aPSnw/s72-c/2chdr20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-5508445091328295227</id><published>2008-03-18T05:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T05:13:23.051-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MALAISE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LASSITUDE'/><title type='text'>A LA DERIVE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R9-Ey5M-jXI/AAAAAAAAFvo/vbFfJyolmNY/s1600-h/RAVING_LOONY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179004106382937458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R9-Ey5M-jXI/AAAAAAAAFvo/vbFfJyolmNY/s400/RAVING_LOONY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; j'ai dine avec lui hier...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;toujours aussi hallucinant,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;toujours aussi perdu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a la derive...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il se perd dans ses fantasmes paranoiaques&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; perd le fil de la realitee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;toujours aussi rejouissant de constater&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sa decripitude sans cesse croissante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais toujours son obstination&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a refuser de l'aide,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meme s'il avoue lui-meme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ne pas etre bien a la maison...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eclair de luciditee?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;serait-il encore souhaitable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qu'il en ait un&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pour decider de son sort,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;avant que d'autres ne le fassent pour lui...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;donc,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je me suis tape ses propos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;avec quelques bieres &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;en guise de support moral,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;histoire de deriver moi-meme un peu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; me sentir moins mal-a-l'aise...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je n'ai point continue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lorsque je suis revenu chez moi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heureusement!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais je suis alle me coucher,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;epuise,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meme s'il etait encore bien tot en soiree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; c'etait ca,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mon lundi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;devoir filial !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUGZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R9-EvZM-jWI/AAAAAAAAFvg/MUc2ny8KixE/s1600-h/THAT%27S+ABOUT+THE+SIZE+OF+IT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179004046253395298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R9-EvZM-jWI/AAAAAAAAFvg/MUc2ny8KixE/s400/THAT%27S+ABOUT+THE+SIZE+OF+IT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-5508445091328295227?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/5508445091328295227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2836575999882231202&amp;postID=5508445091328295227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/5508445091328295227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/5508445091328295227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/2008/03/la-derive.html' title='A LA DERIVE...'/><author><name>TICKLEBEAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R9-Ey5M-jXI/AAAAAAAAFvo/vbFfJyolmNY/s72-c/RAVING_LOONY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-4911867312399299345</id><published>2008-03-03T03:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T03:26:17.511-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHAGRIN'/><title type='text'>PARANOIA AU MENU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R8u0RA2fjhI/AAAAAAAAFFw/YOqfRzn1puQ/s1600-h/PARANOID.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173426801344482834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R8u0RA2fjhI/AAAAAAAAFFw/YOqfRzn1puQ/s400/PARANOID.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; qu'il est triste de voir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;l'esprit de quelqu'un&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qui nous est familier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;s'etioler ainsi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;perdu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dans son delire paranoiaque,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il revient toujours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;avec les memes rengaines,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;plutot malsaines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;d'ailleurs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rien pour rejouir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qui que se soit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;diner tendu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;paranoia comme plat principal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;parseme d'innuendos sexuels,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; d'inquietudes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;reelles ou fictives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;en guise de dessert,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sa rancoeur,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tel un don quichotte,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qui part en guerre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;contre des ennemis imaginaires..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;desolant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;******************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUGZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-4911867312399299345?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/4911867312399299345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2836575999882231202&amp;postID=4911867312399299345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/4911867312399299345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/4911867312399299345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/2008/03/paranoia-au-menu.html' title='PARANOIA AU MENU'/><author><name>TICKLEBEAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R8u0RA2fjhI/AAAAAAAAFFw/YOqfRzn1puQ/s72-c/PARANOID.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-3721678339012601816</id><published>2008-03-03T03:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T05:18:44.462-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LASSITUDE'/><title type='text'>LA LENTEUR DES JOURS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R8uwIw2fjgI/AAAAAAAAFFo/ALOkqtzG2oE/s1600-h/WINTER_BLUES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173422261564050946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R8uwIw2fjgI/AAAAAAAAFFo/ALOkqtzG2oE/s400/WINTER_BLUES.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; encore trop courts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;les jours glauques revelent,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;impassible,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;une nature gisant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sous son linceul blanc,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;souille par le temps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sa resurrection fut prophetisee,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; pourtant,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;le moment tarde...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;revant de son retour heroique,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on agonise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sous la brise hivernale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; pourtant,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de sa part,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pas le moindre fremissement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;elle reste sourde a notre voeu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;insensible a notre desir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; encore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on agonise &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sous la brise hivernale,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vivant des jours glauques.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;****************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUGZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-3721678339012601816?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R8uwIw2fjgI/AAAAAAAAFFo/ALOkqtzG2oE/s72-c/WINTER_BLUES.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-5278480841175958340</id><published>2008-03-02T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T12:59:10.364-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AUTO-PORTRAITS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERCEPTIONS'/><title type='text'>LA PERVERSITE DU VIRTUEL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R8rmzw2fjbI/AAAAAAAAFFA/ueHQAvoU4vQ/s1600-h/LOST_IN_VIRTUAL_REALITY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173200898949615026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R8rmzw2fjbI/AAAAAAAAFFA/ueHQAvoU4vQ/s400/LOST_IN_VIRTUAL_REALITY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; j'erre dans ce monde binaire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'en effleure la toile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je n'en suis ni le predateur,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ni meme la proie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;juste un reflet de ce que je pourrais etre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je suis la, patient, dans l'attente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je n'existe que le temps d'un clic,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ne laissant qu'un mirage ephemere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de moi-meme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je suis eternel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je suis partout,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; pourtant nulle part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me perdant a travers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ces milliards d'autres pixels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mon nom s'efface du monde reel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais ma memoire vit dans le virtuel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;suis-je encore ici?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;juste d'entendre mon nom,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qu'une seule fois,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;serait rassurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;savoir que j'existe toujours...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUGZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-5278480841175958340?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/5278480841175958340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2836575999882231202&amp;postID=5278480841175958340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/5278480841175958340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/5278480841175958340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/2008/03/la-perversite-du-virtuel.html' title='LA PERVERSITE DU VIRTUEL'/><author><name>TICKLEBEAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R8rmzw2fjbI/AAAAAAAAFFA/ueHQAvoU4vQ/s72-c/LOST_IN_VIRTUAL_REALITY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-7533045992823869849</id><published>2008-01-01T10:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T05:18:44.463-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MALAISE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SANG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HONTE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHAGRIN'/><title type='text'>LE POISON AU COEUR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R3pnaJFOOXI/AAAAAAAADZQ/ncYzOt4cazU/s1600-h/POISONED+HEART.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150542822663666034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R3pnaJFOOXI/AAAAAAAADZQ/ncYzOt4cazU/s320/POISONED+HEART.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ce qu'un peu de vodka peut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;faire comme dommages...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de voir cet homme que je deteste tant ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;s'effondrer au sol,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;puis s'effondrer en larme...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ce fut la totale!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qu'il me demande pardon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pour ce qu'il m'a fait...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;imprevu mais non malvenu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; d'y aller de confidences&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;encore la ignorees,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;m'ont revelees la profondeur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de sa souffrance &amp;amp; de son regret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je n'ai pu que malgre moi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ressentir un brin de compassion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; peut-etre comprendre,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dans son esprit tordu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cette quete d'affection...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ca n'excuse en rien&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ce qu'il m'a fait,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais je lui ai dit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;en guise de reassurance,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que c'etait fini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que ca ne se repeterait plus,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;puisque je n'aurai jamais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de progeniture moi-meme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ce qui lui fut fait,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; qu'il me fit a son tour,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ne sera jamais commis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sur un autre innocent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;c'est avec moi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que ce poison s'eteint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ce fut une fin d'annee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;des plus troublantes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ce que je voyais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;comme un autre diner de fin d'annee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;des plus banals,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;c'est avere un moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;des plus intenses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;peut-on penser &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a une reconciliation?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ce serait trop tot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pour en presumer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais peut-on esperer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;un processus de guerison?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il y a de ces blessures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qui sont longues a guerir,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qui restent infectees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;par le poison des souvenirs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je n'ai point le pardon facile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais mon coeur demeure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sensible a la souffrance d'autrui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;le temps seulement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;peut dire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qu'est-ce qui l'emportera,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mon indignation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;le vrai pardon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;voila qui conclut pour moi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2007...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-7533045992823869849?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R3pnaJFOOXI/AAAAAAAADZQ/ncYzOt4cazU/s72-c/POISONED+HEART.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-289187932935132441</id><published>2007-12-31T10:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T05:18:44.464-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHAGRIN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERCEPTIONS'/><title type='text'>L'ANNEE QUI EXPIRE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5467a0f043177a1d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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align="center"&gt;plus jamais&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;je ne veux vivre une telle annee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;tel qu'a deja dit lillibeth 2,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ce fut une "annus horribilus"...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;en effet!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ce soir,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;on tourne la page,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; on espere de meilleurs temps&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;a venir en 2008.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;puissions nous tous&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;sortir plus forts encore&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;de l'adversitee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; profiter des moments heureux&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;que la vie veut bien&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;nous accorder.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;bonne annee a tous!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HUGZ&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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type='text/html' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/2007/12/lannee-qui-expire.html' title='L&apos;ANNEE QUI EXPIRE...'/><author><name>TICKLEBEAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-4870335311041677236</id><published>2007-12-26T14:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T15:07:00.099-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MALAISE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHAGRIN'/><title type='text'>L'ART DES APPARENCES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R3Kyz5FONiI/AAAAAAAADSU/j2OowRGYqvs/s1600-h/XMAS2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148373928603694626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R3Kyz5FONiI/AAAAAAAADSU/j2OowRGYqvs/s320/XMAS2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; malgre que sa seule presence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;peut me donner des nausees,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on tente de faire bonne figure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; d'accomplir son devoir filial...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dure journee pour les deux,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;depuis le deces de ma mere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; de se retrouver ainsi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; confrontes l'un a l'autre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;les choses se sont tout de meme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;passees de facon raisonnable;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; l'alcool aidant,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ce fut tolerable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; la journee fini eventuellement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; par se terminer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;triste de voir une famille&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se desintegrer ainsi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;triste de constater&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que je n'ai pas la moindre envie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;d'y faire quoi que se soit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sauf,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;faire semblant,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pour le temps qui nous reste...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R3KylZFONhI/AAAAAAAADSM/QPDEOfuiMbY/s1600-h/XMAS2007_JP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-7498563187067683206</id><published>2007-12-19T11:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T14:23:29.958-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHAGRIN'/><title type='text'>OCCASION MANQUEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R2lJk5FOMYI/AAAAAAAADJA/BvXJiWqiojk/s1600-h/MOM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145724947394343298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R2lJk5FOMYI/AAAAAAAADJA/BvXJiWqiojk/s320/MOM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; en ce 19 decembre,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'aurais normalement fait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;une visite ou au moins,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;un coup de telephone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pour te souhaiter un bon anniversaire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;au lieu de cela,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la mort est venue souffler&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;prematurement cette chandelle,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ta 79e...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tu aurais pu me dire que&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"je n'aurais pas du",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ou, si je n'avais pas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me faire sentir comme un ingrat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tu avais le don d'etre mecontente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; de le faire sentir a tous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;es-tu seulement contente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;d'etre delivree du fardeau &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de cette vie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de gire en cendre,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sous terre &amp;amp; neige?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;le fait demeure cependant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que d'une certaine facon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tu me manques;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; que j'aimerais encore pouvoir te dire:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"bonne fete, mom!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;au lieu d'allumer une chandelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;en ce jour,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;puisses-tu allumer une nouvelle etoile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quelque part,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dans un monde lointain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qu'elle brille la nuit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; nous dise qu'il y a effectivement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;un monde meilleur...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUGZ2U&gt;MOM &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R2lJk5FOMYI/AAAAAAAADJA/BvXJiWqiojk/s72-c/MOM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-7810246675876629746</id><published>2007-12-12T09:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T05:18:44.466-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHAGRIN'/><title type='text'>QUAND LE PLAISIR VOUS ECHAPPE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R1_qtsc9sxI/AAAAAAAADAY/h_fum3DLuh0/s1600-h/broken-heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143087370228052754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R1_qtsc9sxI/AAAAAAAADAY/h_fum3DLuh0/s320/broken-heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on ne peut que ressentir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de la douleur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lorsque notre coeur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;desire voir des etres chers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais que notre chair nous en empeche.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;combien j'aurais souhaite etreindre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dans mes bras,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ces etres si familiers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qu'on voit trop peu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais la maladie nous separe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; nous devons esperez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que le temps nous laissera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;encore la chance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de savourer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;des moments heureux.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;prompt retablissemnt a tous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;moi inclus,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; a bientot,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'espere...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;le coeur en chagrin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-7810246675876629746?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/7810246675876629746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2836575999882231202&amp;postID=7810246675876629746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-1578522557902977576</id><published>2007-12-09T09:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T05:15:57.396-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHAGRIN'/><title type='text'>CUL-DE-SAC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R1v2Xcc9sYI/AAAAAAAAC9M/blaSW3mwMBQ/s1600-h/jiang-love+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141974282208653698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R1v2Xcc9sYI/AAAAAAAAC9M/blaSW3mwMBQ/s320/jiang-love+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 7 ans &amp;amp; 8 jours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7 ans &amp;amp; 8 jours seul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7 ans &amp;amp; 8 jours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sans pouvoir dire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"je t'aime".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7 ans &amp;amp; 8 jours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a craindre de&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;repeter les memes erreurs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7 ans &amp;amp; 8 jours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a ne plus oser,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a ne plus risquer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7 ans &amp;amp; 8 jours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a nier ma nature amoureuse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7 ans &amp;amp; 8 jours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a vivre l'impasse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7 ans &amp;amp; 8 jours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a m'eteindre lentement...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-1578522557902977576?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R1ltQ8c9qvI/AAAAAAAACuU/s-8kB3DbA24/s320/clock_screen01+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; il me semble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que la vie s'ecoule sans moi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que je reste en marge;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qu'on m'a oublie sur le bord du chemin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'avoue que de ne pas travailler&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;depuis juillet a ces consequences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je me sens completement dephase,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;le temps a pris une allure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;encore plus irreelle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je suis toujours surpris de voir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;l'heure qu'il est.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je ne fous pas grand chose,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais j'ai l'impression&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que le temps cours,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que le temps presse,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; pourtant...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rien ne presse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cette realitee me bouscule,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sans raison,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; je ne sais trop qu'en penser...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;le temps est un luxe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qui me glisse entre les doigts...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;malgre moi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUGZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-3531873278093926623?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R1ltQ8c9qvI/AAAAAAAACuU/s-8kB3DbA24/s72-c/clock_screen01+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-4431001084806036555</id><published>2007-11-30T16:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T16:38:50.379-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHAGRIN'/><title type='text'>ET PUIS APRES...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R1B-UMc9qaI/AAAAAAAACq4/eoJWJIAGnh4/s1600-R/352941XDfc_w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138746060234926498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R1B-UMc9qaI/AAAAAAAACq4/FzyRehCi0Ak/s320/352941XDfc_w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ici git la depouille&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de st-nicholas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;noel n'est plus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;novembre qui s'acheve,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;finalement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ce n'est pas parmi les mois&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;comptant le plus grand nombre de jour,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; pourtant,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il me parut interminable...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vraiment interminable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;l'hiver s'est installe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; je vois les gens qui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;commencent a s'enerver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;avec les fetes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;les partys de bureaux,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;les decorations,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; les sceances de magasinage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;effrenees...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; tout ceci me laisse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tellement froid,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;comme si rien de tout ceci &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ne me concernait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je continue a ne point pouvoir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;supporter la moindre note&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de musique aux allures des fetes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je n'ai ni ne ferai aucun plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ce ne sera qu'une autre morne journee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;comme j'en ai tant eu cette annee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;peu de choses m'emerveillent,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;peu me rejouissent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;peu me connectent a ce monde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;d'apparence, d'illusion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trop peu de temps a partager,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trop d'aggravations qui s'accumulent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;noel n'annonce rien de bon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;par chez nous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'ai pourtant ete bon garcon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;du moins,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tant que j'ai pu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; etant donne ma nature,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'ai beaucoup pu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;croyez-moi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; pourtant,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je sais deja que je ne serai pas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;parmi les elus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qui verront passer rodolphe &amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ses joyeux comparses,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;apres m'avoir laisse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;abondance &amp;amp; joie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pour egayer ce temps de l'annee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je me sens seul,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;face a une incertitude palpable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; je n'aime guere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ce genre de situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je prefere le concret,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;savoir contre quoi je me bat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pourquoi j'existe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais trop de choses relevent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;encore du bon vouloir de certaines gens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qui sont completement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;indifferentes a mon bien-etre,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a ma vie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je deteste la situation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ou je suis...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;non,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;noel n'annonce rien de bon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;par chez nous...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-4431001084806036555?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/4431001084806036555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2836575999882231202&amp;postID=4431001084806036555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-3387725867526507095</id><published>2007-11-24T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T05:18:44.468-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHAGRIN'/><title type='text'>L'AME A FLEUR DE PEAU...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R0jz2pKI4rI/AAAAAAAACok/Tby-VHy1EMQ/s1600-h/Christmas-Snoopy-Lights-Tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136623495102915250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R0jz2pKI4rI/AAAAAAAACok/Tby-VHy1EMQ/s320/Christmas-Snoopy-Lights-Tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; il m'est difficile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de me mettre dans le "mood"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pour les fetes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;deja,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de limiter les decorations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pour  eviter une ecoeurantite aigue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fut quelque chose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de creer mon video a partir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de certaines images&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fut un defi car en cherchant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sur iTUNES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pour de la musique noellesque,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je fus pris de nausee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a ces quelques notes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de musique...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'ai du me contenter de musique trance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pour mon video...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a ma mesure,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais pas dans l'esprit des fetes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;l'anniversaire de ma mere approche...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mon pere est seul a la maison.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;entends-je le mot "culpabilitee"??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quelque part, au loin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dans ma conscience...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me viendrait-il le besoin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;d'un jiminy cricket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pour m'inspirer???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ce matin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'entendais mes voisins d'en haut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ecouter de la musique de noel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sur orgue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;c'etait tellement morbide selon moi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il y avait vraiment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de quoi deprimer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dures semaines a venir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a preuve,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je n'ai pas encore fait jouer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mes "bonhommes" musicaux...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ca me fait trop penser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a cette utopique "magie de noel";&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ces fetes ou tout le monde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il est beau,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tout le monde &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il est gentil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bien loin de MA realitee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'ai bien autre chose en tete,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;avec tous les rendez-vous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a l'agenda...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a chaque jour suffit sa peine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;parait-il?!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais j'aimerais bien avoir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;un de ces noels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;avec bing crosby,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ou doris day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tres hollywoodien,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tres irrealiste...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais combien convoite...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUGZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-3387725867526507095?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/3387725867526507095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2836575999882231202&amp;postID=3387725867526507095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/3387725867526507095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/3387725867526507095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/2007/11/lame-fleur-de-peau.html' title='L&apos;AME A FLEUR DE PEAU...'/><author><name>TICKLEBEAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R0jz2pKI4rI/AAAAAAAACok/Tby-VHy1EMQ/s72-c/Christmas-Snoopy-Lights-Tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-3108320788852989994</id><published>2007-11-22T04:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T05:29:10.822-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AUTO-PORTRAITS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERCEPTIONS'/><title type='text'>DELIRE NOCTURNE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R0VTdZKI4gI/AAAAAAAACms/ndSm7_hYna0/s1600-h/SHREDS_OF_ME.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135602714520642050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R0VTdZKI4gI/AAAAAAAACms/ndSm7_hYna0/s320/SHREDS_OF_ME.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; celle-ci,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"SHREDS OF ME",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;telles ces taches d'encre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que les psychiatres utilisent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pour sonder votre subconscient.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R0VTYJKI4fI/AAAAAAAACmk/v0O8T6I4v8s/s1600-h/BOREDOM_AT_4AM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135602624326328818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R0VTYJKI4fI/AAAAAAAACmk/v0O8T6I4v8s/s320/BOREDOM_AT_4AM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pre-cafetiere...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je crois que ca dit tout...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R0VTRJKI4eI/AAAAAAAACmc/yPuBfy32d_Y/s1600-h/TURMOILS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135602504067244514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R0VTRJKI4eI/AAAAAAAACmc/yPuBfy32d_Y/s320/TURMOILS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "TURMOILS",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qui s'explique par elle-meme...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R0VTF5KI4dI/AAAAAAAACmU/CJX5fe_dl9g/s1600-h/WTF_DO_U_WANT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135602310793716178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R0VTF5KI4dI/AAAAAAAACmU/CJX5fe_dl9g/s320/WTF_DO_U_WANT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un look plus "sauvage",&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;plus menacant sans doute....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R0VS8pKI4cI/AAAAAAAACmM/s0RZI6CqYCg/s1600-h/NOVEMBER_BLUES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135602151879926210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R0VS8pKI4cI/AAAAAAAACmM/s0RZI6CqYCg/s320/NOVEMBER_BLUES.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; voici&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;la plus eloquente,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;a mon avis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUGZ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-3108320788852989994?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/3108320788852989994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2836575999882231202&amp;postID=3108320788852989994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/3108320788852989994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/3108320788852989994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/2007/11/in-still-of-night.html' title='DELIRE NOCTURNE'/><author><name>TICKLEBEAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/R0VTdZKI4gI/AAAAAAAACms/ndSm7_hYna0/s72-c/SHREDS_OF_ME.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-3607367726544833755</id><published>2007-11-18T16:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T05:18:44.470-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NOSTALGIE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHAGRIN'/><title type='text'>NOSTALGIE DES TEMPS PASSES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;etrange titre,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;puisque mes souvenirs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de noels passes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;n'ont rien de bien bon, en fait...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; pourtant,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;leur seule existence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me rend quelque peu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nostalgique,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maintenant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qu'il n'y aura plus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de ces fetes infernales.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;le deuil me semble supportable,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quoique je fais peut-etre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;expres d'ignorer l'evidence;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; ce ne sont que dans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;certains moments que&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;l'absence de ma mere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me semble plus cruelle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;recemment,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lors d'un diner avec des amis,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;l'hotesse avait garde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;l'esprit de la rencontre assez sobre,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quoiqu'habituellement,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nous soulignons l'halloween,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a notre facon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;elle ne voulait pas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;froisser mes sentiments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;puisque le deces de ma mere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;etait encore assez recent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bien que j'avais apprecie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;son intention,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je lui ai dit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qu'un esprit festif&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ne m'aurait pas paru deplace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; que je l'aurais meme souhaite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;notre rencontre n'en fut pas moins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;des plus agreables.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais maintenant,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;les fetes approchent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; je m'interroge s'il serait approprie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de decorer quelque peu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meme si je ne ferai pas grand chose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;durant cette saison, comme d'habitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'aurais au moins le benefice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;d'un decor plus joyeux&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; de me sentir moins a part...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;certains pourraient penser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que tout ceci soit premature,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais connaissant ma mere,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;elle apprecierait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que je decore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; sans aller de facon excessive,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de garder cette tradition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;serait pour l'honorer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; pour me rejouir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il est bien evident&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que je suis pas a la veille&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de danser un rigodon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais un plaisir pour les yeux&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ne me ferait surement pas de tort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alors,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on sort les boites,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; on decide quoi mettre cette annee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; si quelqu'un s'offense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de ma demarche,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; bien,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qu'on m'explique&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qu'est-ce que je pourrais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;faire de mieux...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUGZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maintenant que c'est fait,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je devrai retirer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;certaines choses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;puisqu'elles vont au-dela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de mon desir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;entre l'urgence de faire quelque chose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; la reticence d'en faire trop,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je rajusterai le tir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je ne regrette pas le geste,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;juste l'ampleur,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meme si deja,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'avais modere...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bah!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;demain...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-3607367726544833755?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/3607367726544833755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2836575999882231202&amp;postID=3607367726544833755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/3607367726544833755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/3607367726544833755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/2007/11/nostalgie-des-temps-passes.html' title='NOSTALGIE DES TEMPS PASSES'/><author><name>TICKLEBEAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-7135018861309623292</id><published>2007-11-16T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T14:18:56.400-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RECOMMANDABLE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HUMANITE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SANG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HONTE'/><title type='text'>TERRE DE CAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;on sait que l'etre humain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;n'a d'autres predateurs naturels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que les virus &amp;amp; l'Homme...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la sont les seules vraies menaces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; la realitee de ce fait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;est d'autant plus indignante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que l'etre humain devrait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"normalement" traiter ses semblables&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de facon plus juste &amp;amp; respectueuse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;malheureusement,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;l'homme est souvent une&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bete degoutante,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;souvent mene par ses pulsions,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ses ambitions &amp;amp; son egoisme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ce qui entraine des conflits,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;personnels &amp;amp; de societe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;causant violence &amp;amp; guerre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/Rz3BL5KI3PI/AAAAAAAACa0/Azmj35MLBl0/s1600-h/maifarrowface.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133471560338300146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/Rz3BL5KI3PI/AAAAAAAACa0/Azmj35MLBl0/s320/maifarrowface.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; recemment,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;montreal etait la ville-hote&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de sommet du millenaire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;visant a sensibiliser des personnes-cles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a l'avenir de la planete&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; de notre jeunesse,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;garante du futur de notre espece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mia farrow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pour une 2e annee,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a participe au sommet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;femme engagee &amp;amp; activiste,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pleine de compassion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pour ceux qui souffrent,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; de frustration envers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;certains dirigeants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; autres personnalitees bien en vue,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a cause de leur apathie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de leur indifference&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ou des gestes poses qui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ne font que reaffirmer leur approbation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ou meme leur soutien&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de certains actes poses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;contre l'humanitee,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;au nom de raisons economiques&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ou de contraintes politiques,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ou l'incapacitee de la diplomatie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a oeuvrer a redresser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;certains torts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;les gens preferent regarder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de l'autre cote,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tout en esperant en tirer un certain gain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qu'il soit politique ou pecunier...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mia, pour sa part,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;n'a aucune indulgence pour ces gens,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; ne s'est guere gene&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pour denoncer les criminels,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;les incompetents &amp;amp; les profiteurs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;elle a decrie le scandale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de la situation du darfour,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;avec un aplomb remarquable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she's come a long way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;since "rosemary's baby"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;femme admirable,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qui ne donne pas dans l'hysterie delirante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ou meme le fanatisme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;elle parlait de la situation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;avec un sang-froid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que je trouve rafraichissant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;c'est mieux que les bulletins de nouvelles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;recitees en flash,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;en repetition ad nauseam au 15 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;elle donnait au contexte plus de profondeur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;avec ses connaissances de la situation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; etait engageante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;avec toute sa ferveur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;l'homme ,semble-t-il,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fera toujours couler le sang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de son frere...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais il est rassurant de voir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que certaines ames s'indignent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; osent protester.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y aurait-il un espoir?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;l'homme evoluera-t-il&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;un jour, vraiment?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je ne peux que vous recommander&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;d'aller voir son &lt;a href="http://www.miafarrow.org/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUGZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-7135018861309623292?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/7135018861309623292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2836575999882231202&amp;postID=7135018861309623292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/7135018861309623292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/7135018861309623292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/2007/11/terre-de-cain.html' title='TERRE DE CAIN'/><author><name>TICKLEBEAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/Rz3BL5KI3PI/AAAAAAAACa0/Azmj35MLBl0/s72-c/maifarrowface.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-5022167258410855650</id><published>2007-11-16T03:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T05:18:44.471-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MALAISE'/><title type='text'>&amp; CE N'ETAIT QUE JEUDI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;jour gris,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jour de pluie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; ce n'etait que jeudi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je me suis rendu chez mon pere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pour arranger certaines choses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ce fut fait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;regler certains papiers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je ne fut d'aucun secours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;puisqu'il devra aller voir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quelqu'un de specialise dans &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ce genre de detail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je ne voudrais pas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;l'induire en erreur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tout de meme...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais apres cela,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rien...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je ne pouvais que constater&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;le goufre qui nous separe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nous n'avons vraiment rien a nous dire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il sombre toujours plus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dans sa paranoia &amp;amp; son  negativisme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sa presence est malsaine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; je ne me rejouie jamais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de le voir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;en fait,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lors de mon depart vers chez lui,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j'avais meme le coeur gros...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;triste de voir que&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;plus rien de positif&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ne nous connecte dorenavant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;triste de le voir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;veillir ainsi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je ne le crois pas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;malveillant a mon egard,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;loin de la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais il a depuis longtemps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;perdu le droit a mon affection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;attristant de voir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;une famille se desintegrer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a vue d'oeil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sera-t-il jamais possible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de se retrouver,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pere &amp;amp; fils?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUGZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-5022167258410855650?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/5022167258410855650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2836575999882231202&amp;postID=5022167258410855650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/5022167258410855650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/5022167258410855650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/2007/11/ce-netait-que-jeudi.html' title='&amp; CE N&apos;ETAIT QUE JEUDI'/><author><name>TICKLEBEAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-5824544558250601921</id><published>2007-11-14T12:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T14:19:59.224-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TROUVAILLE'/><title type='text'>DESTINATION DU JOUR, DESTIN D'UN JOUR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/Rzsw2uaGIEI/AAAAAAAACUQ/JcWreIXS2jY/s1600-h/paris_s_44_pere_lachaise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132749917047365698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/Rzsw2uaGIEI/AAAAAAAACUQ/JcWreIXS2jY/s320/paris_s_44_pere_lachaise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;si les cimetieres sont votre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;genre de truc,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pere-lachaise.com/perelachaise.php?lang"&gt;bien voila!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;visite virtuelle!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;comme quoi il y a de tout sur l'internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je trouve ce genre de chose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;plutot inutile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; d'un faux sentimentalisme,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; pretentieux de surcroit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dans certains cas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais ca, c'est moi tout crache,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;donc ne faites pas trop attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais juste pour dire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qu'en ce qui me concerne,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il n'y a pas eu de monument erige&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a mon arrivee,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; il n'y en aura pas non plus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pour signaler mon depart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais ca a son charme,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;malgre tout l'espace mort(?!?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que ca prend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; je trouve ca pas trop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hygienique non plus...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;m'enfin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bonne promenade...virtuelle!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUGZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-5824544558250601921?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/5824544558250601921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2836575999882231202&amp;postID=5824544558250601921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/5824544558250601921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2836575999882231202/posts/default/5824544558250601921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/2007/11/destination-du-jour-destin-dun-jour.html' title='DESTINATION DU JOUR, DESTIN D&apos;UN JOUR'/><author><name>TICKLEBEAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ui9t4dYL0w/TxI0Lb65udI/AAAAAAAFUR4/SOEbX7-a4_4/s220/DSCF0295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/Rzsw2uaGIEI/AAAAAAAACUQ/JcWreIXS2jY/s72-c/paris_s_44_pere_lachaise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836575999882231202.post-7889229341729808059</id><published>2007-11-14T11:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T05:18:44.472-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHAGRIN'/><title type='text'>INTRODUCTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/RzsmZOaGIDI/AAAAAAAACUE/pbnConmW8pM/s1600-h/morte+la+mamma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132738415124946994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBdagpw-kM0/RzsmZOaGIDI/AAAAAAAACUE/pbnConmW8pM/s320/morte+la+mamma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; il n'y a rien de simple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dans la vie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tout est subtil,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;contrairement a moi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on ramasse au cours des jours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;un tas de regrets,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on trouve le doute en chemin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; il decide de faire un bout avec nous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on traine egalement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;certains remords&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qu'on oublie certains jours,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais qui nous accablent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;certains autres...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il se produit des choses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qui nous remettent en question&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; qui nous font&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;valider ou non notre vie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ce lien fragile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qui nous retient ici;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qu'on aurait envie de couper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a l'occasion,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; en meme temps,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la curiositee du lendemain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qui nous tenaille.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ainsi est fait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la nature humaine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tout n'est pas noir,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sans etre completement rose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;non plus...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;juste un vieux rose antique,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;completement delave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;par les intemperies de la vie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vous comprendrez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que ceci est&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mon cote amer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;une quatrieme facette&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que j'affiche ici,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sans pudeur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais j'ai egalement mon cote givre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;l'humour ne m'a pas abandonne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais ce ne sera pas ici&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sa place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pour le voir,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il faudra continuer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;d'aller sur mes autres pages...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ici,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;c'est la douleur &amp;amp; l'indignation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;c'est aussi ma seule page en francais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je m'essaie...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je vous ferai part&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de mes vieux ecrits,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ainsi que de nouveaux,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;comme l'inspiration me le dictera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;des realisations graphiques&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;egalement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;je citerai aussi d'autres sources&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; afficherai des artistes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qui resonnent bien &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;avec moi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bienvenu dans le monde obscur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de l'ame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(en passant: la photo fut prise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quelques heures apres&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;les funerailles de ma mere,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;le 15 septembre 2007,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;apres une bouteille de porto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; une semaine de&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;douleur reprimee,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ce qui explique un peu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cette gueule que j'ai la) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUGZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2836575999882231202-7889229341729808059?l=lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafutiliteedesjours.blogspot.com/feeds/7889229341729808059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2836575999882231202&amp;postID=7889229341729808059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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