24 juin 2009
La musique est l'aliment de l'amour. W. Shakespeare
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23 juin 2009
Le personnage que nous sommes, c'est un jardin, et notre volonté le cultive. Skakespeare
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16 juin 2009
C'est en penchant l'oreille, tout près des mousses, qu'on entend chantonner les sources. M. Angel
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16 juin 2009
“When you realize how perfect everything is you will tilt your head back and laugh at the sky” Buddha
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5 juin 2009
Je me fuis moi-même ; mais je ne perds jamais ma trace, je me rattrape toujours... J-E Schmitt
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1 juin 2009
Le noir, c'est la négation de la lumière, de l'ombre et notre double si mystérieux. J-P. Marcheschi
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23 mai 2009
Invisibles, nos morts ne sont pas des absents : Anges de foyers, ils sont toujours présents. Anonyme
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23 mai 2009
Souvenez-vous que les murs des villes ne se forment que du débris des maisons des champs. J.J. Rousseau
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