tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57940796437537933242011-08-02T17:44:17.022-07:00Une bacterie qui vit sa vie...Margothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05080276828635669223noreply@blogger.comBlogger121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794079643753793324.post-78508714809860635122010-04-01T01:58:00.000-07:002010-05-26T11:17:58.516-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p92RAF9e54M/S_1lp8htxwI/AAAAAAAAAOA/vD9gphsNtTk/s1600/imaginez+autre+chose.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p92RAF9e54M/S_1lp8htxwI/AAAAAAAAAOA/vD9gphsNtTk/s400/imaginez+autre+chose.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475644493248972546" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Que des photos de moi ici... c'est lamentable.<br />Alors oui, imaginez autre chose. Ce que vous voulez. Ce qui peut vous plaire, ce qui vous intéresse, ce qui vous touche.<br /><br />Et puis merde du bon comme du mauvais en ce moment. Ca reste lamentable.<br /><br /><br />M. *<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5794079643753793324-7850871480986063512?l=bacteriablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05080276828635669223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794079643753793324.post-68159176964730824812009-12-16T02:38:00.000-08:002010-11-04T02:09:57.238-07:00<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Date butoir.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"> </span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 308px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415782731170605170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p92RAF9e54M/Syi5szAeaHI/AAAAAAAAANg/7EvNIIgat5Y/s400/Snapshot_20091201_1.jpg" /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5794079643753793324-6815917696473082481?l=bacteriablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05080276828635669223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794079643753793324.post-1135910950736699242009-11-11T11:49:00.000-08:002011-04-11T05:17:18.872-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">La recherche des uns fait la tristesse des autres.</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p92RAF9e54M/SvsWAZdLkkI/AAAAAAAAANY/AAh8SR8ppJo/s1600-h/DSCF87131.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p92RAF9e54M/SvsWAZdLkkI/AAAAAAAAANY/AAh8SR8ppJo/s400/DSCF87131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402936374050132546" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Je perds.. 2x.</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5794079643753793324-113591095073669924?l=bacteriablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05080276828635669223noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794079643753793324.post-50765105366226504502008-11-04T02:53:00.000-08:002011-04-11T05:17:56.332-07:00Je sens la honte des promesses salies<br /><div>Lorsque je te regarde Oh ma Betti</div><div>Tu ne dis rien tout le monde s'en fout</div><div>Tu ne dis rien tout le monde c'est pas nous</div><div>Oh ta richesse attirant les sympathies</div><div>C'est bien par elle que tu dépéris</div><div>J'ai conscience encore de notre dénature</div><div>Nous sommes les coupables de ce nouveau monde</div><div>Ici et là je distingue l'engrenage </div><div>Deux fois trois fois la beauté des rouages</div><div>Je ne dis rien je contemple ton sort</div><div>Je ne vois rien les yeux fermés je dors !</div><div><br /></div><div></div><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; display: block; height: 242px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264758221348200098" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p92RAF9e54M/SRAttVvG3qI/AAAAAAAAAI8/yS4TC7r26E0/s320/DSC_0218.jpg" border="0" /> Je n'peux pas faire grand chose...Je n'peux pas faire grand chose !<br /><div>Je tombe le voile sur mes yeux qui s'embrument</div><div>Lorsque je pense à toi Oh ma Betti</div><div>Tu ne dis rien tout le monde s'en fout </div><div>Tu ne dis rien tout le monde c'est pas nous</div><div>Je vois des gens, la violence des tirans</div><div>Le son les larmes et l'odeur du sang...</div><div>Je ne sens rien je suis froid, indolent</div><div>Je n'entend rien tu n'cris pas assez fort !</div><br /><div></div><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; display: block; height: 212px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264758226726616546" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p92RAF9e54M/SRAttpxa_eI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jZj8BJdv7zs/s320/DSC_0211.JPG" border="0" /> Je n'peux pas faire grand chose..Je n'peux pas faire grand chose !<br /><div>Je réveille en douceur mon esprit</div><div>Je frotte le noir de mes yeux</div><div>...</div><div>Je rate ton bras </div><div>Ton silence me trahit</div><div>Parler de toi je f'rais de mon mieux</div><br /><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; display: block; height: 212px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264759218757007810" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p92RAF9e54M/SRAunZX5ecI/AAAAAAAAAJM/hFfz8Lx3XOA/s320/DSC_0121.JPG" border="0" />Je n'peux pas faire grand chose<br /><div>Je n'peux pas faire grand chose ...</div><br /><div></div><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 265px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264759793285700018" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p92RAF9e54M/SRAvI1qNmbI/AAAAAAAAAJU/WehwEEPk9Jc/s400/DSC_0028.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">Alors je m'appelle Betti ...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5794079643753793324-5076510536622650450?l=bacteriablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05080276828635669223noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794079643753793324.post-43797123836754442472008-10-31T03:54:00.000-07:002010-05-26T11:37:36.854-07:00<div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">L'automne ... </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263270579365483106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p92RAF9e54M/SQrktLfYEmI/AAAAAAAAAI0/92-NmvoO6wY/s400/L%C3%A9opopo+et+moi2.bmp" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">Le soleil qui refléte des couleurs splendides dans les arbres du jard, dans les vignes et dans les jardins.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">Les feuilles qui tombent les unes aprés les autres mettant les arbres à nu.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">Nous jeunes lycéen(e)s en vacances profitont de ces moments magiques appellés "entre ami(e)s"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">Qu'il fait bon de vivre !</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">J'aime l'automne.</span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br />M *<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5794079643753793324-4379712383675444247?l=bacteriablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05080276828635669223noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794079643753793324.post-87916367714228855012008-10-04T06:59:00.000-07:002010-05-26T11:46:30.561-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p92RAF9e54M/SOd3hQ8Eq_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/k49YS8fAaeM/s1600-h/moi.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253298903717293042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p92RAF9e54M/SOd3hQ8Eq_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/k49YS8fAaeM/s400/moi.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Laissez moi jouer.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />M * </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5794079643753793324-8791636771422885501?l=bacteriablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05080276828635669223noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794079643753793324.post-70179584664113753042008-06-29T10:51:00.000-07:002010-05-26T11:47:15.912-07:00<span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:180%;">J</span>'</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">innove l'imagination. J'accroit l'inspiration. Je cherche le noir et blanc, futil... </span><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p92RAF9e54M/SGfMrPwEkjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Uus5HWSQtPw/s1600-h/Regina_Di_Cuori_by_Tooga.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217363736666608178" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p92RAF9e54M/SGfMrPwEkjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Uus5HWSQtPw/s400/Regina_Di_Cuori_by_Tooga.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><br /><br />M *<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5794079643753793324-7017958466411375304?l=bacteriablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05080276828635669223noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794079643753793324.post-64314184936957969172008-06-16T05:20:00.000-07:002008-06-16T08:25:47.043-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p92RAF9e54M/SFZcdY3vFnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/5xXaOssBEBA/s1600-h/DSC_0357.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p92RAF9e54M/SFZcdY3vFnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/5xXaOssBEBA/s400/DSC_0357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212455278690113138" border="0" /></a><br />Mon cerveau est enfin en mode "simple" ... tout est clair et limpide ...Je veux m'évader ... partir du réel ... loin !!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Echevronne vendredi ou samedi.<br />Les bacheliers commencent à trimer.<br />Le soleil pointe son nez, les escargots aussi.<br />Les sorties, les fous rires, les danses.<br />Se coucher tard.<br />J'aime les surprises.<br />Je m'amuse devant des dramas.<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">et mes talons qui font toujours du bruit....</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br />.s.i.m.p.l.e.m.e.n.t.</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5794079643753793324-6431418493695796917?l=bacteriablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05080276828635669223noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794079643753793324.post-81632944460239233622008-06-10T07:04:00.000-07:002010-05-26T11:52:11.944-07:00<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0);font-size:180%;" >CA Y EST !!!!</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">C'est les vacances !! Plus cette bande de pignoufs tous les jours de la semaine... Ah le soulagement, le bonheur, JE RESPIRE !!!<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Vacances que je m'étais imaginé je l'avoue... dans la continuité des vacances de l'année précédente avec le cinérétro, les vignes, son balcon, le 14 juillet et des délires là-bas... Malheureusement il m'a tout interdit, tout supprimé, tout bloqué en me déclarant périmée et fanée.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Alors ce sera des vacances d'impro, des vacances avec mon padawan, ma famille, mes ami(e)s... et je souhaite ce que je souhaite à qui je veux le souhaiter. Puis les autres ... FEUQUES !!!<br />^^<br /><br />...<br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0);font-size:180%;" >BONNES VACANCES</span></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0);font-size:180%;" > !!</span><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p92RAF9e54M/SE6M_znSmqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/q9I6Ud0gV1s/s1600-h/Bzz_Bzz_by_Tooga.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210256846728895138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p92RAF9e54M/SE6M_znSmqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/q9I6Ud0gV1s/s400/Bzz_Bzz_by_Tooga.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Photo .. bah ... comme d'hab' </span></span><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5794079643753793324-8163294446023923362?l=bacteriablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05080276828635669223noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794079643753793324.post-17129969463416663882008-05-28T04:25:00.000-07:002008-05-29T04:10:53.200-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p92RAF9e54M/SD1BXf5S3kI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hfWX5T856kM/s1600-h/mot_d__amer_0_5_by_Tooga.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205388616264769090" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p92RAF9e54M/SD1BXf5S3kI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hfWX5T856kM/s400/mot_d__amer_0_5_by_Tooga.jpg" border="0" /></a> Chanson que j'apprécie tout particuliérement en ce moment...<br /><br /><br />I didn't believe in anyone but I found you today<br />My eyes are not closed baby I still remember<br />If my words are not that clear<br />I know my heart is understanding<br />Every littles kiss of you<br />I'm your princess for a night, maybe for ever<br />We were dancers in the rain and it still remains<br />If my words are not that clear<br />I know my heart is understanding<br />Every littles kiss of you<br />Just a sunny day in Paris please give it back to me<br />I don't need to be romantic I just have to be me<br />My lover is gone but I'm not on my own<br />With all these little kisses of you<br />My lover is gone but I'm not on my own<br />With all these little kisses of you<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5794079643753793324-1712996946341666388?l=bacteriablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05080276828635669223noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794079643753793324.post-41434284674610838462008-05-27T10:13:00.000-07:002008-05-29T04:10:39.309-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p92RAF9e54M/SDxEVf5S3hI/AAAAAAAAACk/LTDKMDz_Lfc/s1600-h/moi2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205110405463203346" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p92RAF9e54M/SDxEVf5S3hI/AAAAAAAAACk/LTDKMDz_Lfc/s320/moi2.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">J’entrevois à l’avance </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Mes chances pour le paradis.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">J’aperçois ma confiance au loin qui rétrécit. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Mais comment fait-on quand on ne pense plus qu’en devançant </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Comment fait-on ? Elle avance, elle avance, mais ... </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">On va encore vous quitter, je sais, je sais </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">On va encore vous quitter, je sais, je sais </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Elle va encore me planter, mais ... </span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Mes amis à la table alors, rien n’est fini, on finit sous la table et puis on balbutie </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Des "Mais comment fait-on ?" quand on ne pense plus qu'en devançant </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Comment fait-on ? Elle avance, elle avance, mais ... </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">On va encore vous quitter, je sais, je sais </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">On va encore vous quitter, je sais, je sais </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Elle va encore me planter, mais ... </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Demain il m'semble elle revient par ici </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Oh ce soir c’est sûr </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">On est fatigués, tu vois </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Je sais même plus de quoi il s’agissait </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Mais pour mieux en finir oh tout assombrir</span><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5794079643753793324-4143428467461083846?l=bacteriablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05080276828635669223noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794079643753793324.post-84321209446725847422008-05-27T07:44:00.000-07:002008-05-29T04:10:12.880-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p92RAF9e54M/SDwe4_5S3gI/AAAAAAAAACc/yrdRCg9MJ8g/s1600-h/moi1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205069233906703874" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p92RAF9e54M/SDwe4_5S3gI/AAAAAAAAACc/yrdRCg9MJ8g/s400/moi1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Je suis <span style="font-size:180%;">belle</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"> </span>...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;">Belle</span> de ce que je suis, <span style="font-size:180%;">belle</span> de ce que j'ai perdu, <span style="font-size:180%;">belle</span> de mon passé, <span style="font-size:180%;">belle</span> de mon intelligence, <span style="font-size:180%;">belle</span> du temps qui passe, <span style="font-size:180%;">belle</span> de tout ... </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>* Na ! =D</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5794079643753793324-8432120944672584742?l=bacteriablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05080276828635669223noreply@blogger.com5