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31 janvier 2010

Découvrez la playlist blog avec Alexandre

Découvrez la playlist blog avec Alexandre Desplat
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30 janvier 2010

I feel we are all islands - in a common sea. A.M. Lindbergh

 I feel we are all islands - in a common sea. A.M. Lindbergh
30 janvier 2010

In order for the light to shine so brightly, the darkness must be present. F. Bacon

In order for the light to shine so brightly, the darkness must be present. F. Bacon
30 janvier 2010

“How does one become a butterfly?" she asked. "You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar.

“How does one become a butterfly?" she asked. "You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar.
30 janvier 2010

She's somewhere in the sunlight strong, her tears are in the falling rain and with the flowers she comes again. R. Le Gallienne

She's somewhere in the sunlight strong, her tears are in the falling rain and with the flowers she comes again. R. Le Gallienne
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30 janvier 2010

If I miss a star then I grab a handful of clouds. M. Tyson

If I miss a star then I grab a handful of clouds. M. Tyson
30 janvier 2010

Cross-Pollination

Rise above the crowds And wade through toxic clouds Breach the outer sphere The edge of all our fears Rest with you We are counting on you It's up to you Spread, our codes to the stars You must rescue us all Spread, our codes to the stars You must rescue...
29 janvier 2010

There is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather. J. Ruskin

There is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather. J. Ruskin
29 janvier 2010

Bad weather always looks worse through a window. Author Unknown

Bad weather always looks worse through a window.  Author Unknown
29 janvier 2010

When snow falls, nature listens. Antoinette van Kleeff

When snow falls, nature listens.  Antoinette van Kleeff
22 janvier 2010

De la rose de marbre à la rose de fer

La rose de marbre immense et blanche était seule sur la place déserte où les ombres se prolongeaient à l'infini. Et la rose de marbre seule sous le soleil et les étoiles était la reine de la Solitude. Et sans parfum la rose de marbre sur sa tige rigide...
22 janvier 2010

A partir de rêves emperlés de rosée, mon âme, prend ton envol. James Joyce

A partir de rêves emperlés de rosée, mon âme, prend ton envol. James Joyce
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