tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475198428248412602012-01-27T19:37:19.409+01:00Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.comBlogger3801100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-69609194610248684032012-01-26T00:04:00.009+01:002012-01-26T00:04:00.508+01:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_froegohtHw/TxxFvBq2OvI/AAAAAAAADMw/m86wYOtYN9s/s1600/Fuji+yama.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="103" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_froegohtHw/TxxFvBq2OvI/AAAAAAAADMw/m86wYOtYN9s/s320/Fuji+yama.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">C</span>olline enneigée&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">I</span>l est au bout du sentier</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">L</span>e Fuji Yama</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">Claude Lopez-Ginisty</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-6960919461024868403?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-65395206129954581682012-01-25T00:09:00.009+01:002012-01-25T00:09:00.578+01:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vkXqVLeOuDc/Txw081cJlpI/AAAAAAAADMo/7tBnTnhhYnM/s1600/Feu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="207" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vkXqVLeOuDc/Txw081cJlpI/AAAAAAAADMo/7tBnTnhhYnM/s320/Feu.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">A</span>mi</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ce qui brûle&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">devient flamme&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">chaleur</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">et lumière</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">cela te chauffe le corps un instant</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">avant de disparaître à jamais</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">et toi</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">tu seras un jour</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">portrait figé</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">souvenir vague</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">ou sourire heureux</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">dans les mémoires&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">de ceux qui t'ont connu</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">mais si jamais</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">tu disparaissais complètement</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">dans le cœur des vivants</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">dans la mémoire</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">du Dieu ineffable</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">qui n'attend jamais</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">que ta flamme</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">pour que Sa Lumière</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">soit complète</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">tu resterais présent&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">dans l'Amour</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">car</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">ce feu de ta présence</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">pour Lui</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">est inextinguible</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">aux siècles des siècles</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">Claude Lopez-Ginisty</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-6539520612995458168?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-38631356140188341982012-01-24T00:03:00.003+01:002012-01-24T00:03:00.621+01:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DVWPT6oJHwM/Txw0VYX_GdI/AAAAAAAADMg/vLhjckJx4vE/s1600/vm458.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="233" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DVWPT6oJHwM/Txw0VYX_GdI/AAAAAAAADMg/vLhjckJx4vE/s320/vm458.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">J</span>e me livre à présent</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>que les rides</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>m'ont paginé</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Claude Lopez-Ginisty</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-3863135614018834198?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-11011736551799010252012-01-23T00:53:00.002+01:002012-01-23T00:53:00.071+01:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-67ebtPSX1Ng/Txwx1l1EA6I/AAAAAAAADMQ/mIHoJjz7lPw/s1600/%25CE%25B5%25CE%25BE%25CE%25BF%25CF%2581%25CE%25B9%25CC%2581%25CE%25B1+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="204" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-67ebtPSX1Ng/Txwx1l1EA6I/AAAAAAAADMQ/mIHoJjz7lPw/s320/%25CE%25B5%25CE%25BE%25CE%25BF%25CF%2581%25CE%25B9%25CC%2581%25CE%25B1+2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">E</span>lan vers les hauteurs</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">les arbres tendent leurs mains</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">avec leur doigts verts de feuilles</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">comme pour implorer le printemps</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">et la venue des fleurs</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">le ciel leur donne bientôt</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">l'or dérisoire de l'automne</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">qui les dore avant de les dépouiller</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">puis soudain</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">dans l'air glacé</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">une tempête de papillons blancs</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">descend sur eux</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">et les revêt d'albes linceuls</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">pour le deuil d'hiver</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ainsi tes espoirs</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">sont-ils souvent surpris</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">par les caprices d'un temps</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">que tu crois malléable</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">selon ton imagination fertile</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Claude Lopez-Ginisty</b></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-1101173655179901025?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-46448792440856430322012-01-22T16:52:00.003+01:002012-01-22T21:28:13.322+01:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BaM6pppKQf0/TxwwBonjXvI/AAAAAAAADMA/jX4tZZdzAQ0/s1600/Chat+Zen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="242" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BaM6pppKQf0/TxwwBonjXvI/AAAAAAAADMA/jX4tZZdzAQ0/s320/Chat+Zen.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">M</span>ystère des fleurs</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">P</span>erplexité du félin</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">D</span>evant le parfum</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Claude Lopez-Ginisty</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>*</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">(Illustration/Estampe japonaise:&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">collection de l'auteur)</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-4644879244085643032?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-73340929616796394042011-10-30T00:46:00.003+02:002011-10-30T00:46:00.624+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hibiQVRhJRU/TqA0aSHFvlI/AAAAAAAADEU/w-Qzm9rztWU/s1600/Poem+12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="340" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hibiQVRhJRU/TqA0aSHFvlI/AAAAAAAADEU/w-Qzm9rztWU/s400/Poem+12.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Claude Lopez-Ginisty</span></b></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-7334092961679639404?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-18904787972239682192011-10-29T00:42:00.001+02:002011-10-29T00:42:00.059+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yy5lKKgt4do/TqAzjFyIvsI/AAAAAAAADEM/K_sfG1e3V20/s1600/Poem+11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="230" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yy5lKKgt4do/TqAzjFyIvsI/AAAAAAAADEM/K_sfG1e3V20/s400/Poem+11.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Claude Lopez-Ginisty</span></b></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-1890478797223968219?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-3815895486081638822011-10-28T00:37:00.005+02:002011-10-28T00:37:00.129+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-khA3LviWRvw/TqAyj7wj4NI/AAAAAAAADEE/TFl3oEfVRic/s1600/Poem+10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-khA3LviWRvw/TqAyj7wj4NI/AAAAAAAADEE/TFl3oEfVRic/s400/Poem+10.jpg" width="315" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Claude Lopez-Ginisty</span></b></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-381589548608163882?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-31045563351668600632011-10-27T00:34:00.005+02:002011-10-27T00:34:00.794+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-53Uwl9aMVeg/TqAx6d3ICWI/AAAAAAAADD8/xDFVMf06DWY/s1600/Poem+9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="305" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-53Uwl9aMVeg/TqAx6d3ICWI/AAAAAAAADD8/xDFVMf06DWY/s400/Poem+9.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Claude Lopez-Ginisty</span></b></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-3104556335166860063?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-75174464439429106282011-10-26T00:29:00.000+02:002011-10-26T00:29:00.277+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TdqIQzEaays/TqAxKJ0StfI/AAAAAAAADD0/SX-VScz3BlM/s1600/Poem+8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TdqIQzEaays/TqAxKJ0StfI/AAAAAAAADD0/SX-VScz3BlM/s400/Poem+8.jpg" width="332" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-7517446443942910628?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-90511519994062979022011-10-25T00:19:00.005+02:002011-10-25T00:19:00.446+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cmh4KoTP5-Q/TqAud1CupGI/AAAAAAAADDc/bwF5KSbqDZQ/s1600/Poem+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="207" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cmh4KoTP5-Q/TqAud1CupGI/AAAAAAAADDc/bwF5KSbqDZQ/s320/Poem+5.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Claude Lopez-Ginisty</span></b></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-9051151999406297902?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-12600282838684490682011-10-24T00:01:00.002+02:002011-10-24T00:01:01.773+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OgrZFdRS06g/TqAqT99CHEI/AAAAAAAADC8/tbd1FHyVKiQ/s1600/Poem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="198" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OgrZFdRS06g/TqAqT99CHEI/AAAAAAAADC8/tbd1FHyVKiQ/s320/Poem.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b>Claude Lopez-Ginisty</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-1260028283868449068?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-90806249449662572012011-10-23T00:26:00.006+02:002011-10-23T00:26:00.232+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ui_IZUe3Deo/TqAwL0x8UNI/AAAAAAAADDs/ZBh3Z8oqsO8/s1600/Poem+7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ui_IZUe3Deo/TqAwL0x8UNI/AAAAAAAADDs/ZBh3Z8oqsO8/s400/Poem+7.jpg" width="382" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Claude Lopez-Ginisty</span></b></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-9080624944966257201?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-76306723499525426292011-10-22T00:22:00.004+02:002011-10-22T00:22:00.715+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZviaKE2IZUU/TqAvS1ZwCkI/AAAAAAAADDk/CHFXR-KL_S0/s1600/Poem+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="196" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZviaKE2IZUU/TqAvS1ZwCkI/AAAAAAAADDk/CHFXR-KL_S0/s400/Poem+6.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-7630672349952542629?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-71078615376787083602011-10-21T00:08:00.003+02:002011-10-21T00:08:00.288+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Toi6XwkQOEs/TqAshryROcI/AAAAAAAADDM/4w_63MmCH7M/s1600/Poem+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Toi6XwkQOEs/TqAshryROcI/AAAAAAAADDM/4w_63MmCH7M/s320/Poem+3.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Claude Lopez-Ginisty</span></b></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-7107861537678708360?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-40051316062443339112011-10-20T16:18:00.000+02:002011-10-20T16:18:17.005+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2VhX1Qk-9qk/TqAtgMCOR6I/AAAAAAAADDU/Nlsp5--dxfM/s1600/Poem+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="273" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2VhX1Qk-9qk/TqAtgMCOR6I/AAAAAAAADDU/Nlsp5--dxfM/s320/Poem+4.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Claude Lopez-Ginisty</span></b></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-4005131606244333911?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-9952827256742473942011-10-20T16:08:00.002+02:002011-10-20T16:08:22.445+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f6NstYAS5Fs/TqArOT0LQDI/AAAAAAAADDE/RNLN-fxhwPQ/s1600/Poem+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="195" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f6NstYAS5Fs/TqArOT0LQDI/AAAAAAAADDE/RNLN-fxhwPQ/s320/Poem+2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-995282725674247394?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-69622146973171558032011-10-16T00:24:00.003+02:002011-10-16T00:24:00.310+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r9n3LWkP7h4/TpmZCh5q1MI/AAAAAAAADCs/ZrXYOqbeVs0/s1600/GRillageFleur.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="227" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r9n3LWkP7h4/TpmZCh5q1MI/AAAAAAAADCs/ZrXYOqbeVs0/s320/GRillageFleur.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">L</span>es amis vinrent au petit matin</div><div style="text-align: center;">portant des fardeaux de lourds souvenirs</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">ils voulaient renouer&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">avec les attitudes longtemps oubliées</div><div style="text-align: center;">de sourires et d'étreintes</div><div style="text-align: center;">mimant la tendresse et l'amour</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">ils parlaient des langues mortes</div><div style="text-align: center;">et usaient des dialectes inutiles</div><div style="text-align: center;">d'antiques connaissances</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">leurs cœurs essayaient de traduire</div><div style="text-align: center;">les vieilles expériences de vie</div><div style="text-align: center;">en comportements et paroles d'aujourd'hui</div><div style="text-align: center;">mais leurs lèvres restaient scellées</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">livres de fenêtres fermées</div><div style="text-align: center;">ne proférant que le silence dans le vent</div><div style="text-align: center;">et l'obsolète rosée sous la pluie battante</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Claude Lopez-Ginisty</span></b></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-6962214697317155803?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-45969620464690499462011-10-15T16:22:00.002+02:002011-10-15T16:22:13.147+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3hwuZWdUXHU/TpmWcD1FKwI/AAAAAAAADCk/Q9A76pw0hHo/s1600/SAM_0060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3hwuZWdUXHU/TpmWcD1FKwI/AAAAAAAADCk/Q9A76pw0hHo/s320/SAM_0060.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">C</span>hante toutes tes mélodies</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">danse toutes tes amours</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">J</span>oins le côté ensoleillé</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">de toutes tes actions</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">au vol solennel</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">des hirondelles d'automne</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">N</span>e tergiverse pas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">bois à la coupe de la Beauté</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">sans même penser un seul instant</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">que tu pourrais être ivre</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">J</span>'ai perdu mon chemin</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">dans ce monde matériel</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">mais j'ai trouvé la Voie de mon âme</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">dans un millier de sourires</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">qui pavaient ma route vers Toi</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Claude Lopez-Ginisty</span></b></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-4596962046469049946?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-74577481965743426482011-10-09T10:27:00.002+02:002012-01-03T17:17:55.160+01:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SJjJBafRTp4/TpFa5sf4w-I/AAAAAAAADCY/6IrZg9Coll8/s1600/SAM_0030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SJjJBafRTp4/TpFa5sf4w-I/AAAAAAAADCY/6IrZg9Coll8/s320/SAM_0030.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">廃園<br /><span class="">友人</span>は<span class="">なくなっている</span><br /><span class="">と</span><span class="">花</span><span class="">に近い</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">J</span>ardin déserté</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Les amis sont tous partis</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Et les fleurs se ferment</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Claude Lopez-Ginisty</b></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-7457748196574342648?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-3478719133729581832011-10-05T16:58:00.001+02:002011-10-09T10:28:25.376+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GOnyALU5jFg/ToxwWlXnHMI/AAAAAAAADCQ/VyxVmvIaME0/s1600/SAM_0096.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GOnyALU5jFg/ToxwWlXnHMI/AAAAAAAADCQ/VyxVmvIaME0/s320/SAM_0096.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"><span class="">亡命</span><span class="">の</span><span class="">日</span><span class="">に</span><br />それは夏<span class="">と思われる</span><br />寒くなって</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Aux jours de l'exil</div><div style="text-align: center;">il semble que les étés</div><div style="text-align: center;">deviennent plus froids</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b>Claude Lopez-Ginisty</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-347871913372958183?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-85488675946092769082011-09-24T15:49:00.001+02:002011-09-24T15:50:19.163+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LAnw4uwifyU/Tn3fwOL4k9I/AAAAAAAADCI/D8tznQ20lJc/s1600/SAM_0182.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LAnw4uwifyU/Tn3fwOL4k9I/AAAAAAAADCI/D8tznQ20lJc/s320/SAM_0182.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">C'était une calme nuit de juillet</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">j'évitais leur regards</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">coquelicot parmi les orties</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">mais ils me prirent au piège</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">au gouffre de la braverie</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">prétendant que très bientôt</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">mes amis voués à un sort fatal</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">trahiraient ma liesse</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">et me quitteraient d'un geste de la main</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">une pure nuit d'été</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">je perdis le désir fatal de l'amour</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">quand j'entendis leurs cris</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">en moi soudain tristement</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">un millier de montagnes s'écroulèrent</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">et laissèrent le ciel bleu nuit</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">étouffer dans la poussière et la cendre</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Claude Lopez-Ginisty</b></span></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-8548867594609276908?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-22506551546288177832011-09-23T15:36:00.000+02:002011-09-24T15:40:47.173+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-idb9AxoI2AQ/Tn3dtbc0zLI/AAAAAAAADCA/BgoZeKA0Xkk/s1600/SAM_0027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-idb9AxoI2AQ/Tn3dtbc0zLI/AAAAAAAADCA/BgoZeKA0Xkk/s320/SAM_0027.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Comme le filet d'eau&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">d'une source cachée</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">des vies s'écoulent secrètes</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">que le monde ignore</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">et si ce n'était</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">un soleil tendre et douillet</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">rien ne paraîtrait</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">de ces âmes légères</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">en éclats de lumière</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">lucioles en plein jour</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">qui s'éteignent aussitôt</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Claude Lopez-Ginisty</b></span></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-2250655154628817783?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-71699874567571079312011-08-18T10:19:00.025+02:002011-08-18T10:37:09.949+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vh26uhiJWm0/TkzMnX_hI8I/AAAAAAAAC-s/ueZiJsAv8hg/s1600/SAM_0016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vh26uhiJWm0/TkzMnX_hI8I/AAAAAAAAC-s/ueZiJsAv8hg/s320/SAM_0016.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Leurs âmes chantent</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">d'étranges pays inconnus</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">et leurs cœurs fredonnent</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">d'inoubliables mélodies</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">l'amour soupire</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">entre chaque note</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">et je me permets</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">d'y insérer ma vie</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">comme l'espoir léger</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">du soleil au matin</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Les années se font courtes</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">à user le temps</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">dans des tâches inutiles</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">que tout me soit printemps</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">au front du ciel et de la terre</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">et je fleurirai</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">tous mes instants</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">d'un jardin magnifique</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">aux roses immarcescibles</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Claude Lopez-Ginisty</b></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-7169987456757107931?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-22652292413080190022011-08-14T20:52:00.000+02:002011-08-14T22:02:53.449+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ac0SftVGHvE/TkgnsGCQueI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/d2hGHV1tVBg/s1600/SAM_0117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ac0SftVGHvE/TkgnsGCQueI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/d2hGHV1tVBg/s400/SAM_0117.JPG" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Comme des rêves</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">fugitifs et lents</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">les nuages avec douceur</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">viennent ouater le ciel</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">de leur blanche respiration</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">comme mes pensées</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ils s'effacent</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">à peine entrevus</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">et laissent perplexes</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ces nuées d'azur</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">où coule cette albe neige</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">sont-ils&nbsp;le&nbsp;chœur&nbsp;du vent</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ou bien&nbsp;l'âme&nbsp;des arbres</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">qui atteint enfin&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ce que leurs branches&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">comme des mains squelettiques</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">caressaient sans espoir</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">mes pensées partent avec eux</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">oiseaux invisibles qui migrent</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">vers le monde pur&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">des cimes ineffables</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Claude Lopez-Ginisty</span></b></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-2265229241308019002?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-76805574153893786492011-08-11T00:19:00.002+02:002011-08-11T00:19:00.645+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZyxubjxEmA8/Tj8BRGzRAgI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/IBWADBryFkI/s1600/SAM_0087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZyxubjxEmA8/Tj8BRGzRAgI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/IBWADBryFkI/s320/SAM_0087.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Le sang des plantes folles</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">a rougi le champ de blé&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">comme un couchant de soleil</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ensanglante la mer</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">à perte de vie</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">cette moisson s'étend</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">et ondule lentement</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">sous la houle du vent</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">avec ce contrepoint rutilant</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">c'est le pain de la terre</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">qui blondira plus encore</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">dans le feu du four</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">et l'offrande sacrée</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">du Don Divin</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">en devenir</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">je crois</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">je sais</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Claude Lopez-Ginisty</span></b></span></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-7680557415389378649?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-50362532442382449612011-08-10T00:51:00.004+02:002011-08-10T00:51:00.887+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-btmT417zFHk/Tj61iGOJ4wI/AAAAAAAAC-M/qoT7PmxJoY0/s1600/SAM_0079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-btmT417zFHk/Tj61iGOJ4wI/AAAAAAAAC-M/qoT7PmxJoY0/s400/SAM_0079.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Dansant seul</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">sur une musique désuète</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">mêlant espérance et liesse</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">tu commenças à chanter</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">et ta voix soudain</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">évoqua</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">mille et un jours</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">de jeux juvéniles</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">de modestes fleurs des champs</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">et d'innocence sans précédent</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">quand cessa la musique</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">tu continuas à danser</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">et ce jour devint éternité</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Claude Lopez-Ginisty</span></span></b></div><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-5036253244238244961?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-81052527205861771232011-08-09T00:40:00.002+02:002011-08-09T00:40:00.192+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_DgX6JMgkGU/Tj6zcrN10mI/AAAAAAAAC-I/xVe9CdUFLBg/s1600/SAM_0104.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_DgX6JMgkGU/Tj6zcrN10mI/AAAAAAAAC-I/xVe9CdUFLBg/s320/SAM_0104.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">les souvenirs sont&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">à la fois morts et vifs</div><div style="text-align: center;">douce harmonie du passé et du présent</div><div style="text-align: center;">feuilles mortes vivifiées</div><div style="text-align: center;">sous la lumière brillante de la nostalgie</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">je suis revenu vers toi</div><div style="text-align: center;">mais tu étais absente</div><div style="text-align: center;">perdue dans d'étranges aventures</div><div style="text-align: center;">à des milliers de sourires</div><div style="text-align: center;">du chagrin qui me consumait</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">et quand enfin tu me parlas</div><div style="text-align: center;">je ne pouvais pas entendre tes paroles</div><div style="text-align: center;">car je n'étais plus capable</div><div style="text-align: center;">de traduire l'amour</div><div style="text-align: center;">en calme et paix</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Claude Lopez-Ginisty</span></b></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-8105252720586177123?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-84475497259033768902011-08-08T00:24:00.001+02:002011-08-09T00:28:31.006+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5RBc35xlYkw/Tj6xvivtoAI/AAAAAAAAC-E/Cv1kVbMbF5o/s1600/SAM_0008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5RBc35xlYkw/Tj6xvivtoAI/AAAAAAAAC-E/Cv1kVbMbF5o/s320/SAM_0008.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Brûlant tes pensées</div><div style="text-align: center;">le soleil se leva</div><div style="text-align: center;">rayonnant à travers une brume</div><div style="text-align: center;">de raisonnements insensés</div><div style="text-align: center;">et d'idées à moitié conçues</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">le petit matin devint</div><div style="text-align: center;">presque désert</div><div style="text-align: center;">mirages et oasis</div><div style="text-align: center;">au sein de bruits inconnus</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">il revêtit le silence</div><div style="text-align: center;">de haillons d'ombres</div><div style="text-align: center;">et te laissa inconscient</div><div style="text-align: center;">de la beauté des fleurs</div><div style="text-align: center;">cachées dans leur âme verte</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Claude Lopez-Ginisty</span></b></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-8447549725903376890?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-75193947677015663732011-08-07T00:53:00.002+02:002011-08-07T00:53:00.753+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xuxwHSWQuok/Tjz0Y43IvsI/AAAAAAAAC94/PCrirqK96nA/s1600/SAM_0251.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xuxwHSWQuok/Tjz0Y43IvsI/AAAAAAAAC94/PCrirqK96nA/s400/SAM_0251.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Le paysage soudain</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">disparut</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">derrière mille pensées oiseuses</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">qui s'agglutinaient</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">devant un soleil minimal</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">elles tuèrent la lumière</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">dans la chaleur du jour</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">et tu partis</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">disparaissant lentement de leur esprit</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">refrain joyeux</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">évoquant tendrement</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">les nuits subtiles de l'enfance</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">où les ombres sont des monstres</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">et les étoiles</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">un million d'yeux</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">qui t'épient</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">et clignent dans tes rêves</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Claude Lopez-Ginisty</span></span></b></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-7519394767701566373?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-15341874270850682652011-08-06T05:46:00.000+02:002011-08-06T09:52:43.473+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B9TPdnDK3qg/TjzycKIXfeI/AAAAAAAAC90/pMAKSYJMqn4/s1600/SAM_0046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B9TPdnDK3qg/TjzycKIXfeI/AAAAAAAAC90/pMAKSYJMqn4/s400/SAM_0046.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ils pensent pouvoir tenir les instants</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">en s'agrippant aux possessions matérielles</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">mais la beauté s'évanouit</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">et les objets cassés sont jetés</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">avec leur âme de mémoire</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">nous ne sommes que des passants</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">des errants célestes</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">sur les chemins des paysages terrestres</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ombres d'ombre</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">suivant dans le ciel</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">la course du jour</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ne sachant pas toujours</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">si le soleil&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">est au levant&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ou au couchant</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b>Claude Lopez-Ginisty</b></span></span></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-1534187427085068265?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-55501048223893629032011-08-05T09:56:00.000+02:002011-08-05T09:56:00.066+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lCf5AZTZuqc/TjuhrX_u2gI/AAAAAAAAC9w/ImpfnbF0Vtw/s1600/SAM_0042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lCf5AZTZuqc/TjuhrX_u2gI/AAAAAAAAC9w/ImpfnbF0Vtw/s400/SAM_0042.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">C'est comme un vieux film</div><div style="text-align: center;">que tu regardes sans discontinuer</div><div style="text-align: center;">récitant ses dialogues</div><div style="text-align: center;">et imitant les héros depuis longtemps disparus</div><div style="text-align: center;">de ta jeunesse oubliée</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">les gens parlent</div><div style="text-align: center;">leurs paroles te mènent dans un passé lointain</div><div style="text-align: center;">où tout est sûr</div><div style="text-align: center;">et calme et accepté</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">mais tu sais que ces images</div><div style="text-align: center;">fixées comme des photographies</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">sur un papier glacé jauni</div><div style="text-align: center;">ne sont qu'illusion de l'éternité</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">tentative inutile</div><div style="text-align: center;">pour prétendre que les souvenirs</div><div style="text-align: center;">peuvent à jamais</div><div style="text-align: center;">être de chair et d'os</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">dans un monde fragile</div><div style="text-align: center;">comme une dépouille de cigale</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Claude Lopez-Ginisty</span></b></div><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-5550104822389362903?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-13560127177319993152011-08-04T00:03:00.015+02:002011-08-04T08:49:23.193+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--3_HMmu_yCg/TjhZj1eLpCI/AAAAAAAAC9c/l8CkZ0qHqZg/s1600/SAM_0049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--3_HMmu_yCg/TjhZj1eLpCI/AAAAAAAAC9c/l8CkZ0qHqZg/s320/SAM_0049.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Une fois sur la route</div><div style="text-align: center;">tu semblais savoir</div><div style="text-align: center;">où te diriger</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">mille chansons</div><div style="text-align: center;">étaient sur tes lèvres</div><div style="text-align: center;">and tant de mélodies</div><div style="text-align: center;">s'immisçaient doucement</div><div style="text-align: center;">dans le silence brisé</div><div style="text-align: center;">de ta joie</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">comme si ton âme</div><div style="text-align: center;">était un instrument de musique</div><div style="text-align: center;">tu commenças à jouer</div><div style="text-align: center;">un concert de gestes enthousiastes</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">on ne peut détonner</div><div style="text-align: center;">lorsque le chef d'orchestre</div><div style="text-align: center;">est un vieux Maître dévoué</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">tu cheminas jusques à Lui</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Claude Lopez-Ginisty</span></b></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-1356012717731999315?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-22734438096599152342011-08-02T22:30:00.001+02:002011-08-02T22:31:14.740+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yoSdEpnI81c/Tjhd6bdH-FI/AAAAAAAAC9k/TkaBqd21mUU/s1600/250px-Berg_Athos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="196" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yoSdEpnI81c/Tjhd6bdH-FI/AAAAAAAAC9k/TkaBqd21mUU/s320/250px-Berg_Athos.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">J'ai perdu depuis longtemps</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">dans les méandres de mon âge</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">les routes arides</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">du Djebel Amour</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">et la Montagne Carrée&nbsp;</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">de Tiaret&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">la Lionne Berbère</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">au fond du cœur</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">entre l'enfance et la douleur</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">avec la joie du souvenir</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">et la douceur de la nostalgie</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">j'ai cheminé lentement&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">vers des paysages nouveaux</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ceux de Scandinavie</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">d'Albion et d'ailleurs</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">et j'ai trouvé ma Montagne&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">en Hellade sur le Mont Athos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">avec ses terribles escarpements&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ses monastères emplis de prières</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">jusques au sommet des coupoles</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">et ses anges de moines&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">qui nichent dans l'oraison</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">comme des oiseaux dans les bois</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">et mon âme s'est réchauffée</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">dans la chaleur de l'Autre Soleil</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">celui du Jour sans déclin du Royaume</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="hps"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">روحي</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">&nbsp;</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="hps"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">في سلام</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="hps"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mon âme est en paix</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="hps"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="hps"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Claude Lopez-Ginisty</span></b></span></span><br /><span class="hps"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></b></span></span><br /><span class="hps"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">Crédit photo:</span></span></span><br /><span class="hps"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mont_Athos</span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-2273443809659915234?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-27922754940864107252011-08-02T00:57:00.000+02:002011-08-02T22:33:01.583+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--s_dGXwLEqM/TjhX88rXbbI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/HVCvhRW8SZU/s1600/SAM_0235.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--s_dGXwLEqM/TjhX88rXbbI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/HVCvhRW8SZU/s320/SAM_0235.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">L'amour vint lentement</div><div style="text-align: center;">sourire après sourire</div><div style="text-align: center;">baiser après baiser</div><div style="text-align: center;">mélange subtil</div><div style="text-align: center;">de tendresse et de consolation</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">puis en un sentiment rapide</div><div style="text-align: center;">de soupirs inattendus</div><div style="text-align: center;">ton cœur lui-même</div><div style="text-align: center;">commença à battre&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">à un rythme nouveau</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">la musique surgit de nulle part</div><div style="text-align: center;">symphonie d'âmes amicales</div><div style="text-align: center;">se rassemblant dans ton esprit</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b>Claude Lopez-Ginisty</b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-2792275494086410725?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-52970175526205247152011-07-15T10:10:00.002+02:002011-07-15T10:55:36.629+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Hy3Kzwxj70/Th_1m0NmPuI/AAAAAAAAC8o/bms2VGeSdJM/s1600/SAM_0068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Hy3Kzwxj70/Th_1m0NmPuI/AAAAAAAAC8o/bms2VGeSdJM/s400/SAM_0068.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Au mitan de ma vie</div><div style="text-align: center;">je suis revenu les mains vides</div><div style="text-align: center;">abandonné et oublié</div><div style="text-align: center;">et ils m'ont seulement donné le temps</div><div style="text-align: center;">de confesser que j'étais heureux</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">ils m'ont jugé selon leurs critères</div><div style="text-align: center;">pardonnant les erreurs</div><div style="text-align: center;">et ignorant mes péchés</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">j'ai ri d'eux</div><div style="text-align: center;">car je ne savais pas</div><div style="text-align: center;">si j'étais de retour</div><div style="text-align: center;">ou si l'antique cauchemar</div><div style="text-align: center;">avait saisi à nouveau<br />ma pauvre âme dolente</div><div style="text-align: center;">dans les pièges sanglants</div><div style="text-align: center;">de leur fausse compassion</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b>Claude Lopez-Ginisty</b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-5297017552620524715?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-2915386426290194252011-07-13T15:38:00.000+02:002011-07-13T15:38:20.378+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wIfs8EoLF1Y/Th2fU1kuSBI/AAAAAAAAC8k/VBOIr2PLRwo/s1600/Solleil.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="164" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wIfs8EoLF1Y/Th2fU1kuSBI/AAAAAAAAC8k/VBOIr2PLRwo/s320/Solleil.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Comme le filet d'eau</div><div style="text-align: center;">d'une source cachée</div><div style="text-align: center;">des vies s'écoulent secrètement</div><div style="text-align: center;">que le monde ignore</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">et si ce n'était</div><div style="text-align: center;">un soleil de mai timide</div><div style="text-align: center;">rien ne paraîtrait</div><div style="text-align: center;">de ces âmes légères</div><div style="text-align: center;">en éclats ténus&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">de lumière soudain</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">lucioles en plein jour</div><div style="text-align: center;">qui s'éteignent aussitôt</div><div style="text-align: center;">et retournent au paysage</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b>Claude Lopez-Ginisty</b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-291538642629019425?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-59857295569825663972011-07-12T16:59:00.000+02:002011-07-12T17:07:26.280+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rUnSWr1LhuM/Thxi_ieUAOI/AAAAAAAAC8g/OOhOk3f2SP0/s1600/SAM_0069.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rUnSWr1LhuM/Thxi_ieUAOI/AAAAAAAAC8g/OOhOk3f2SP0/s400/SAM_0069.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ils éloignent leurs âmes en chantant</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">dans d'étranges pays</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">tandis qu'ils rentrent chez eux</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">lourdement chargés des souvenirs</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">d'inoubliables rencontres</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">L'amour suppose plus de soupirs</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">que leur cœur ne peut le permettre</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">et les espoirs sont légers mais bas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">dans ce monde réel</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Il m'a fallu des années</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">pour mépriser le temps</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">et ses insondables gouffres</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">et seulement une seconde</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">pour réaliser que l'éternité</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">était l'âme de chaque instant</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Claude Lopez-Ginisty</span></span></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-5985729556982566397?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-66771616189525854552011-07-10T19:14:00.001+02:002011-07-10T19:14:22.699+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SmFpDRAyV6I/ThndnpCpsyI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/0hlS853Nz_g/s1600/SAM_0001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SmFpDRAyV6I/ThndnpCpsyI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/0hlS853Nz_g/s400/SAM_0001.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">J'ai chanté d'étranges chansons</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">et bu aux sources de l'Esprit</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Dans mon humble cheminement</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">je n'ai pas détourné les yeux</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">pour éviter la vision grise</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">des chagrins et des détresses</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">J'ai parcouru les paysages</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">du Nord au Sud de l'Est à l'Ouest</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">soleils brûlants blanches froidures</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">j'ai prêté mon corps à tous vents</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Aux jours fastes de mon bonheur</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">j'ai partagé l'aube et le pain</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">mes rêves fous et mes espoirs</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">et j'ai parlé toutes les langues</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">des pays de l'âme et du cœur</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Et quand j'ai rencontré la foi</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">j'ai vécu entre Ciel et terre</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">heureux au milieu de mes frères</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Le temps passe comme nuages</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">avec l'azur toujours présent</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">et lorsque je pense au futur</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">dans ce matin de pure joie</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">je vois mes racines célestes</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Je suis le pèlerin de l'âme</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">riche des amitiés humaines</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">et humble dans l'Amour de Dieu</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Claude Lopez-Ginisty</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-6677161618952585455?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-24448852884491574482011-07-03T00:12:00.020+02:002011-07-03T00:12:00.270+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JoH8ZXxf67s/Tg82O7mEW0I/AAAAAAAAC8U/hWIsjEQh6Uk/s1600/SAM_0161.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JoH8ZXxf67s/Tg82O7mEW0I/AAAAAAAAC8U/hWIsjEQh6Uk/s320/SAM_0161.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">L</span>a fenêtre ouvre sur le ciel</div><div style="text-align: center;">gorgé de soleil&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">et vibrant de chaleur</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">A</span>u-delà des murs</div><div style="text-align: center;">dans le paysage dehors</div><div style="text-align: center;">l'aventure des champs</div><div style="text-align: center;">des fleurs et des bêtes vogue</div><div style="text-align: center;">et des oiseaux lents et doux</div><div style="text-align: center;">picorent l'air ardemment</div><div style="text-align: center;">et le clouent de leurs chants</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">L</span>'évasion est simple</div><div style="text-align: center;">il suffit d'un regard</div><div style="text-align: center;">et d'un peu d'imagination</div><div style="text-align: center;">et tout devient possible</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">L</span>a nef de la pensée</div><div style="text-align: center;">embarque vers l'Eden</div><div style="text-align: center;">avec les espoirs neufs</div><div style="text-align: center;">et les gloires passées</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">L</span>e réel est transfiguré lentement</div><div style="text-align: center;">parce qu'au sein du paysage</div><div style="text-align: center;">il y a le pouvoir du songe</div><div style="text-align: center;">et la lumière du poème à venir</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">P</span>ersonne ne voit vraiment</div><div style="text-align: center;">la lisière du départ</div><div style="text-align: center;">qui commence par le regard</div><div style="text-align: center;">et finit avec le bonheur</div><div style="text-align: center;">car le voyage est secret</div><div style="text-align: center;">serein et humble</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;">C</span>'est l'œil du cœur&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">qui sait&nbsp;passer&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">au-delà des apparences</div><div style="text-align: center;">pour trouver sans coup férir</div><div style="text-align: center;">la faille du temps et de l'espace</div><div style="text-align: center;">où l'on entre dans le paysage</div><div style="text-align: center;">pour sortir dans le rêve</div><div style="text-align: center;">et revenir lentement heureux</div><div style="text-align: center;">comme un nageur essoufflé</div><div style="text-align: center;">dans l'apparence du monde</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">J</span>e suis le nautonier fantasque</div><div style="text-align: center;">des croisières imaginaires</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">L</span>e port de mes vies accueille&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">toutes mes errances</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Claude Lopez-Ginisty</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-2444885288449157448?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-10939316314211742412011-06-27T00:56:00.001+02:002011-06-27T00:56:00.173+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pjkxqExPiKw/Tgc7bBPxpAI/AAAAAAAAC70/B8mafWkmkLs/s1600/Nuages.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="251" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pjkxqExPiKw/Tgc7bBPxpAI/AAAAAAAAC70/B8mafWkmkLs/s320/Nuages.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">C</span>omme un nuage</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">qui n'est ni ciel ni terre</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">et caresse la cime</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">des arbres qui le narguent</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">J</span>'hésite</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">je descends vers l'azur</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">ou monte vers la glèbe</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">attaché aux beautés du monde</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">et assoiffé ardemment</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">de celles de l'au-delà</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">N</span>eige qui redevient eau</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">puis air et vent</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">ou bien aussi simplement</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">onde qui féconde le sol</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">et fait jaillir les fleurs</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">et l'âme de leurs parfums</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">subtils et entêtants</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">J</span>e suis en équilibre précaire</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">entre deux cimes</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">entre deux abîmes</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">et les jours succèdent aux nuits</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">souvent&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">sans me donner le ton</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">qui dirigerait mon chant</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">dans la symphonie essentielle</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">du temps qui va vers l'Eternité.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Claude Lopez-Ginisty</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-1093931631421174241?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-88987607548570625042011-06-26T00:28:00.005+02:002011-06-26T00:28:00.854+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A-KX2_3EUBk/TgZFULk37eI/AAAAAAAAC7s/F1GT6Dq2E7M/s1600/SAM_0934.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A-KX2_3EUBk/TgZFULk37eI/AAAAAAAAC7s/F1GT6Dq2E7M/s400/SAM_0934.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">I</span>l était graine</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">terre et eau</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">mort apparente</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">sous le linceul des jours gris</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">S</span>ous la neige et la pluie</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">il a cheminé secrètement</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">pour rejoindre la Lumière</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">et le Ciel</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">I</span>l est épi à présent</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">un et multiple</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">soleil en grains jaunes</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">qui ondule comme une vague</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">sous le vent de juin</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Symphonie de mouvement&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">et d'ardente beauté</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">qui se meut gracieusement</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">sous la houle d'Eole</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">i</span>l deviendra pain</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">E</span>t&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">D</span>ieu voulant</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">N</span>ourriture transfigurée</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">du Royaume à venir</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Claude Lopez-Ginisty</span></b></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-8898760754857062504?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-43781114150922306252011-06-20T00:41:00.006+02:002011-06-20T00:41:00.225+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CDbv_1IMUO8/Tf4Zsjw2QfI/AAAAAAAAC7I/73yDOW4t7cw/s1600/%25CE%25B5%25CE%25BE%25CE%25BF%25CF%2581%25CE%25B9%25CC%2581%25CE%25B1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="232" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CDbv_1IMUO8/Tf4Zsjw2QfI/AAAAAAAAC7I/73yDOW4t7cw/s320/%25CE%25B5%25CE%25BE%25CE%25BF%25CF%2581%25CE%25B9%25CC%2581%25CE%25B1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">J</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;">e suis d'ailleurs</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;">d'un ailleurs de sable, de pierres,</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;">et de soleil brûlant</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">j</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;">e vis aux pieds de montagnes</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;">aux neiges éternelles</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;">qui vieillissent le paysage</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;">de leur blancheur immaculée</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">j</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;">'ai la nostalgie des jours de feu</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;">qui font onduler les êtres et les choses</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;">dans leurs vibrations de chaleur</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">é</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;">tés de canicule</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;">je vous sens dans mes os</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;">comme des caresses tendres</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;">dans l'hiver de ces jours gris</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">l</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;">'himalaya de pacotille</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;">qui emprisonne le panorama</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;">ne vaut pas une seule colline</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;">du Djebel Amour</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">e</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;">t le crissement des grillons&nbsp;</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;">qui grattent la campagne estivale</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;">n'a pas le charme certain</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;">des aboiements des chacals</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;">qui déchirent la nuit</span></i><br /><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;">et lui donnent sa beauté tragique</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Claude Lopez-Ginisty</span></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-4378111415092230625?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-33298888465847699132011-06-18T00:53:00.000+02:002011-06-18T00:53:00.755+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zc-60xpivVI/TfvArpBq5LI/AAAAAAAAC64/oFeEAjZVwMM/s1600/IMG_0445.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="296" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zc-60xpivVI/TfvArpBq5LI/AAAAAAAAC64/oFeEAjZVwMM/s400/IMG_0445.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">L</span>e silence s'installe</div>écho muet du jour<br /><div style="text-align: center;">où le cœur soudain</div>retrouve son âme<br /><div style="text-align: center;">de paix orante</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Claude Lopez-Ginisty</span></div><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-3329888846584769913?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-89589189313015625982011-06-17T00:28:00.054+02:002011-06-17T00:28:01.254+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BZIShYmoQOM/TfpCZUzcPlI/AAAAAAAAC60/zk9Vy4uh1xM/s1600/IMG_0390.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BZIShYmoQOM/TfpCZUzcPlI/AAAAAAAAC60/zk9Vy4uh1xM/s320/IMG_0390.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">M<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">algré la foule funèbre et noire</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ils partent irrémédiablement seuls</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nos amis morts&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sans offices ni prières</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">L</span>a compagnie des vivants</div><div style="text-align: center;">Les abandonne au bord de la fosse</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;">U</span>ne pelletée de terre</div><div style="text-align: center;">Un discours qui sonne faux</div><div style="text-align: center;">Et les futurs défunts repartent&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour vite oublier cette tristesse</div><div style="text-align: center;">Et s'ancrer dans une vie&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Qui finira malgré tout</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dans cette horreur qu'ils fuient</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">D</span>ans leur enfance lointaine</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ils connaissaient l'école et l'Eglise</div><div style="text-align: center;">La terre et le Ciel</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">L</span>e monde alors ne s'arrêtait pas</div><div style="text-align: center;">A la béance de glèbe&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Qui enferme le cercueil&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dans son linceul brun d'oubli</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">I</span>l y avait la porte du cœur</div><div style="text-align: center;">Et l'huis merveilleux de l'âme</div><div style="text-align: center;">Qui permettaient l'espérance</div><div style="text-align: center;">Et magnifiaient l'existence</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;">L</span>a beauté dérisoire des fleurs</div><div style="text-align: center;">Simule à présent une cérémonie</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mais le Nom Ineffable</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ne sera pas prononcé<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">I</span>l faut respecter<br />Le refus obstiné de Dieu<br />Que manifestent les survivants<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">N</span>os lèvres resteront closes<br />Recouvertes du suaire noir<br />Du silence des mots<br />Du mutisme douloureux<br />Des paroles de la terre et du cœur<br />Qui montent vers le Ciel<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">N</span>ous serons muets<br />Par simple respect<br />Malgré la clameur orante<br />Qui déborde de notre âme<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">U</span>n insondable poids macabre</div><div style="text-align: center;">Plombe les visages</div><div style="text-align: center;">Et emprisonne les pensées</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dans l'horreur du néant à venir</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">C</span>e serait infamant à présent</div><div style="text-align: center;">Même au moment où la détresse</div><div style="text-align: center;">Vrille les cœurs d'une douleur lancinante</div><div style="text-align: center;">D'admettre qu'une prière s'impose</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">L</span>'ami mort s'en va</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lent et immobile à jamais</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dans son pays d'oubli</div><div style="text-align: center;">A l'horizon sans fin&nbsp;de tristesse</div><div style="text-align: center;">De silence pesant&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Et de regret&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">S</span>eigneur Christ miséricordieux</div><div style="text-align: center;">Accorde à nos morts qui T'ont perdu</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dans l'orgueil de la vie&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Et la bêtise du monde vain</div><div style="text-align: center;">L'entrée dans Ton Royaume</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">R</span>eçois pour eux de nos lèvres indignes</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nos prières muettes</div><div style="text-align: center;">Le Psautier de nos larmes</div><div style="text-align: center;">L'encens de nos soupirs&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Et accueille-les tendrement</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dans le Sein d'Abraham</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Claude Lopez-Ginisty</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-8958918931301562598?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-78678031734794949792011-06-06T00:44:00.001+02:002011-06-06T00:44:00.341+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YooDWRm13kk/TeuXZ9d7fsI/AAAAAAAAC6k/Yyelc1zLyZ8/s1600/Nuages+-+copie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="137" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YooDWRm13kk/TeuXZ9d7fsI/AAAAAAAAC6k/Yyelc1zLyZ8/s320/Nuages+-+copie.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">N</span>uages</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Qui filent légers</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Comme des pensées</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Et&nbsp;s'accrochent aux pics</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Des questions sans réponses</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">R</span>aisonnement</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Orage</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Intuitions</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Eclairs</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Pluie</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ombre humide</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Pleurs</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Devant la beauté du Verbe</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">N</span>uage</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Brume qui se fond dans l'azur</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Pensée</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Qui devient chant</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Claude Lopez-Ginisty</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-7867803173479494979?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-90314792996877955432011-06-05T00:40:00.004+02:002011-06-05T00:40:00.544+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4OFN7ljbUWY/TepxJ6tibzI/AAAAAAAAC6A/4gwyerG0rOs/s1600/Pays+sage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="75" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4OFN7ljbUWY/TepxJ6tibzI/AAAAAAAAC6A/4gwyerG0rOs/s320/Pays+sage.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">沈黙</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">I</span>l est plus éloquent&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Que les longs discours</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Et les vaines palabres</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">I</span>l parle à tes yeux</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A ton cœur</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Et à ton âme</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sans affectation</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">T</span>u peux le meubler</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">De tes pensées</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ou de tes espoirs</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">I</span>nsaisissable et transparent</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Il ne fait que suggérer&nbsp;</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">l'absence&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Et son vide abyssal</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Est clameur et fracas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Pour qui entend</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">L'écho de ce qu'il suggère</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">J</span>'ai posé le silence&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sur mes lèvres fermées</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Et l'on attend mon discours</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Malgré ma désertion</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">L</span>es mots s'estompent</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Le paysage est lent</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Et il repousse doucement&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">De toutes ses tourterelles</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Le pinceau du poème</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Claude Lopez-Ginisty</span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-9031479299687795543?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-14090888278215637102011-06-04T00:06:00.001+02:002011-06-04T08:48:23.590+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVxgLlMMWuk/Tek--4DV_yI/AAAAAAAAC58/-RQ7A5YEtSc/s1600/SAM_0024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVxgLlMMWuk/Tek--4DV_yI/AAAAAAAAC58/-RQ7A5YEtSc/s320/SAM_0024.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">L</span>es rides doucement</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">M'ont paginé</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">On peut lire ma vie</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A visage ouvert</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">L</span>es strates de soleil</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">De vent et de pluie</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ont laissé leurs sillons</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sur les traits de mon front</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">J</span>e ne sais plus vraiment</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Voir clairement le passé</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Il me semble que certains plis</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sont plus sourires que cicatrices&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Si je fais l'effort dérisoire</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">De les envisager dans leur vérité</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">C</span>e n'est jamais l'arbre</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Qui cache la forêt</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">C'est le bruissement des feuilles</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sous le vent doux et calme</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Qui raconte la lisière</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">C</span>'est la langue rêche des branches</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Qui évoque soudain</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Les sous-bois rêveurs</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">L</span>'âme légère et bleue&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Des troncs devenus bûches</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Monte comme en novembre</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">De l'âtre vers le Ciel</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">E</span>t le présent est cendres à venir</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">La neige tombe sur mes tempes</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">Claude Lopez-Ginisty</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-1409088827821563710?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-44639240250579330412011-05-30T00:59:00.000+02:002011-05-30T00:59:00.798+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YSTJ2QpHouk/TeJfkCHefrI/AAAAAAAAC5w/q7Gy_GYb1aM/s1600/SAM_0196.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YSTJ2QpHouk/TeJfkCHefrI/AAAAAAAAC5w/q7Gy_GYb1aM/s320/SAM_0196.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Il ne reste que les murs du château</div><div style="text-align: center;">Le vent s'y engouffre avec délice</div><div style="text-align: center;">Les hiboux le hantent la nuit</div><div style="text-align: center;">Et parfois on croit entendre</div><div style="text-align: center;">Un frôlement du passé</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dans l'espace muet et froid</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">C'est le temps qui grince</div><div style="text-align: center;">Et se délabre dans le silence</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tandis que l'imagination</div><div style="text-align: center;">S'accrochent aux vieilles pierres</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour imaginer la splendeur d'antan</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Le seul soleil reste éternellement</div><div style="text-align: center;">Présent dans le ciel</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sempiternel œil cyclopéen</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que les larmes de la pluie</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ne chassent qu'un temps&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Avant le miracle ineffable</div><div style="text-align: center;">De l'arc-en-ciel</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Claude Lopez-Ginisty</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-4463924025057933041?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-39416674327591938842011-05-24T01:46:00.001+02:002011-05-24T01:46:00.105+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S74a70HG3bk/Tdq6vqUa9vI/AAAAAAAAC5c/4NHRPHfQHvY/s1600/SAM_0481.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S74a70HG3bk/Tdq6vqUa9vI/AAAAAAAAC5c/4NHRPHfQHvY/s320/SAM_0481.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hiver automne été</div><div style="text-align: center;">les arbres hésitent</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dont les fleurs</div><div style="text-align: center;">Et les branches</div><div style="text-align: center;">Et les feuilles</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ne savent plus</div><div style="text-align: center;">Quelles couleurs</div><div style="text-align: center;">Revêtir</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Et l'humeur est fantasque</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mélancolie oiseuse</div><div style="text-align: center;">Et nostalgie de neige</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ou attente de l'or estival</div><div style="text-align: center;">L'esprit bourgeonne</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fleur ou fruit</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ou branche morte</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Et le matin vient y accrocher</div><div style="text-align: center;">Doucement heureusement</div><div style="text-align: center;">Une toile d'araignée</div><div style="text-align: center;">Qui offre ses perles minuscules</div><div style="text-align: center;">A la rêverie</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Claude Lopez-Ginisty</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-3941667432759193884?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-77604944138610057012011-05-22T10:55:00.000+02:002011-05-22T11:04:11.675+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sANvBELaeZQ/TdjPsIM0jHI/AAAAAAAAC5U/MoDqyKZOWco/s1600/SAM_0814.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sANvBELaeZQ/TdjPsIM0jHI/AAAAAAAAC5U/MoDqyKZOWco/s320/SAM_0814.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Les fleurs sont inutilement belles</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Délicieusement inutiles</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Dans le dédale sanglant du monde</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Qui poursuit sa descente aux enfers</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Et tente d'effacer&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Toute trace de beauté</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ton âme est un jardin</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Qu'irise la rosée</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Une roseraie d'églantines</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Qui rosit le matin</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Et neige sur l'herbe du soir</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">De son sang floral</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Parfums fragrances et senteurs</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Comme autant d'esprits</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Se disputent l'air</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Et l'habillent suavement</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">D'un habit subtil</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Qui repousse l'oubli</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ne m'oubliez pas</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Dit le myosotis</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Au soleil de l'hélianthe</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Mais la lune paraît&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Blafarde et si pâle</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Que les grillons grésillants</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Cessent tous leurs violons</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Claude Lopez-Ginisty</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-7760494413861005701?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-1027668848941391782011-05-21T08:28:00.000+02:002011-05-21T08:28:07.265+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qdvkm3iRoiQ/TddaCZHpPpI/AAAAAAAAC5I/pNP17Kb3K_o/s1600/SAM_0224.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qdvkm3iRoiQ/TddaCZHpPpI/AAAAAAAAC5I/pNP17Kb3K_o/s400/SAM_0224.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Pays sage</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Simple et doux</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Avec ce qu'il faut d'azur</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Et de nuages</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Pour étoffer les rêves</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Les arbres s'élancent</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Mains vertes vers le ciel</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Les collines moutonnent</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Poitrine vernale</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Emplie de fleurs</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Personne ne gâche</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ce paysage</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Avant-garde de l'été</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Qui avance sûrement</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b>Claude Lopez-Ginisty</b></span></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-102766884894139178?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-34984724881626651252011-05-18T00:14:00.002+02:002011-05-21T08:31:02.222+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Az6cP7seZeA/TdK7ywHFkaI/AAAAAAAAC5E/V8CJkNb5e40/s1600/Poe%25CC%2580me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Az6cP7seZeA/TdK7ywHFkaI/AAAAAAAAC5E/V8CJkNb5e40/s320/Poe%25CC%2580me.jpg" width="204" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Le peigne du vent</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">a décoiffé les cerisiers</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">de leur neige florale</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">La corneille est passée</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Dans la mer du ciel</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Où le dernier discours du soleil</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Narre avec nonchalance</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Des chemins de lumière ténue</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Qui s'estompent comme la brume</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">C'est le point du soir</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Où le printemps vagabonde</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Rassemblant les cliquetis nets</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">De ses troupeaux de criquets</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Avant que la nuit ne jette l'ancre noire</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sur le paysage englouti</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Dans l'eau des ténèbres</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b>Claude Lopez-Ginisty</b></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-3498472488162665125?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-68230545121028603022011-03-18T02:09:00.001+01:002011-10-20T16:52:25.785+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ejm6j9r94BE/TXvhnNCH6tI/AAAAAAAAC0c/uDyLoYMH77U/s1600/SAM_0012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ejm6j9r94BE/TXvhnNCH6tI/AAAAAAAAC0c/uDyLoYMH77U/s320/SAM_0012.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CLXXX</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Le soleil me salue d'un sourire,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">La pluie, sa triste sœur, parle à mon cœur.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CLXXXI</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ma fleur du jour fit tomber ses pétales dans l'oubli. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Dans la soirée, elle mûrit en ce fruit doré du souvenir.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CLXXXII</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Je suis comme la route de la nuit écoutant dans le silence les bruits de pas de ses souvenirs.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CLXXXIII</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Le ciel du soir est pour moi une fenêtre, une lampe allumée et l'attente sous sa clarté.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CLXXXIV</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Celui qui est trop occupé à faire le bien, ne trouve pas le temps d'être bon.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CLXXXV</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Je suis le nuage automnal, vidée de sa pluie, voyez ma plénitude dans le champ de riz mûr.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CLXXXVI</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ils haïrent et tuèrent, et les hommes les ont loués.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mais Dieu, de honte, se hâte de cacher ce souvenir sous l'herbe verte.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CLXXXVII</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Les orteils sont des doigts qui ont oublié leur passé.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CLXXXVIII</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">La ténèbre voyage vers la lumière, mais l'aveuglement se dirige vers la mort.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CLXXXIX</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Le chien domestique suspecte l'univers de projeter de lui prendre sa place.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CLXC</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Reste calme, ô mon cœur, ne soulève pas ta poussière.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Laisse le monde trouver son chemin jusques en toi.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CLXCI</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Avant que celle-ci ne s'élance, l'arc murmure à la flèche: " ta liberté est la mienne."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CLXCII</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Femme, dans ton rire tu as la musique de la fontaine de vie.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CLCIII</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Un esprit qui n'est que logique est comme un couteau constitué seulement d'une lame. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Il fait saigner la main qui l'utilise.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Rabindranath TAGORE</span></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(Version française Claude Lopez-Ginisty)</span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-6823054512102860302?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-6308581052477093092011-03-17T00:04:00.000+01:002011-03-17T00:04:00.926+01:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5aehZ0nZdzw/TXvgyeZaVCI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/o83j6CvzAbI/s1600/SAM_0026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5aehZ0nZdzw/TXvgyeZaVCI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/o83j6CvzAbI/s320/SAM_0026.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CLXIX</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">La pensée se nourrit de ses propres mots et grandit.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CLXX</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">J'ai plongé la coupe de mon cœur dans cette heure silencieuse, il s'est rempli d'amour.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CLXXI</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Soit vous avez une tâche, soit vous n'en avez point.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Lorsque vous devez dire " faisons quelque chose, " alors commence le mal.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CLXXII</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Le tournesol rougissait de devoir reconnaître la fleur anonyme comme sa parente.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Le soleil se leva, lui sourit en disant:" Comment vas-tu mon amour?"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CLXXIII</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">" Qui me conduit en avant comme le destin?"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">" Le Moi qui chevauche mon dos."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CLXXIV</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Les nuages remplissent les coupes de la rivière, en se cachant dans les collines lointaines.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CLXXV</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Je renverse l'eau de ma jarre tandis que je marche.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Très peu en reste pour mon logis.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CLXXVI</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">L'eau dans une coupe étincelle, dans la mer, l'eau est sombre.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">L'humble vérité a des paroles qui sont claires, la grande vérité possède un grand silence.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CLXXVII</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ton sourire était les fleurs de tes propres champs, ton parler était le bruissement de tes propres pins montagnards, mais ton cœur était cette femme que nous connaissons tous.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CLXXVIII</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ce sont de petites choses que je laisse à ceux que j'aime, les grandes sont pour tout le monde.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CLXXIX</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Femme, tu as encerclé le cœur du monde dans la profondeur de tes larmes, comme la mer encercla la terre.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Rabindranath TAGORE</span></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(Version française Claude Lopez-Ginisty)</span></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-630858105247709309?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-35918928415101015212011-03-16T01:58:00.000+01:002011-03-16T01:58:00.306+01:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-F0omx_HYkvc/TXvfcXPMvuI/AAAAAAAAC0U/Wef92gcV5As/s1600/IMG_0392.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-F0omx_HYkvc/TXvfcXPMvuI/AAAAAAAAC0U/Wef92gcV5As/s320/IMG_0392.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span id="goog_1184896857"></span>CLIX</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Quand nous nous réjouissons de notre plénitude, alors nous pouvons avec joie nous séparer de nos fruits.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CLX</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Les gouttes de pluie embrassèrent la terre et murmurèrent : " ô Mère, nous sommes tes enfants nostalgiques, revenus vers toi depuis le ciel."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CLXI</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">La toile d'araignée prétend attraper des gouttes de rosée et elle attrape des mouches.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CLXII</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">AMOUR, quand tu viens avec la lampe brûlante du chagrin dans ta main, je puis voir ton visage et te considérer comme une bénédiction.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CLXIII</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">" Les savants disent que vos lumières ne seront plus un jour, " dir la luciole aux étoiles.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Les étoiles ne répondirent point.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CLXIV</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Dans le crépuscule du soir, l'oiseau de quelque aurore matinale, vient au nid de mon silence.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CLXV</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Les pensées passent dans mon esprit comme des vols de canards dans les cieux. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">J'entends la voix de leurs ailes.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CLXVI</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Le canal aime à penser que les rivières n'existent qu'à seule fin de lui fournir de l'eau.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CLXVII</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Le monde a étreint mon âme avec sa peine, demandant des chansons en retour.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CLXVIII</span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ce qui m'opprime, est-ce mon âme essayant de sortir à l'air libre, ou bien l'âme du monde frappant à mon cœur afin d'y entrer?</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div></div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Rabindranath TAGORE</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Version française Claude Lopez-Ginisty)<span id="goog_1184896858"></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-3591892841510101521?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-90821361282830339192011-03-15T01:52:00.001+01:002011-03-15T01:52:00.221+01:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uUtqBL1byaw/TXvd87BzCzI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/919ooq9wwms/s1600/IMG_0363.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uUtqBL1byaw/TXvd87BzCzI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/919ooq9wwms/s320/IMG_0363.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CXLVIII</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Des brêches sont laissées dans la vie, à travers lesquelles sourd la triste musique de la mort.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CXLIX</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Le monde a ouvert son cœur de lumière dans le matin.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">O mon cœur, sors avec ton amour pour le rencontrer.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CL</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mon cœur scintille avec ces feuilles chatoyantes et mon cœur chante au contact de la lumière du soleil; ma vie se réjouit à flotter avec toute chose dans l'azur de l'espace et la noirceur des ténèbres.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CLI</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Le grand pouvoir de Dieu est dans la douce brise, non dans la tempête.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CLII</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ceci est un rêve dans lequel les choses sont toutes éparpillées et oppressantes. Je les retrouverai unies en toi quand je m'éveillerai et je serai libéré.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CLIII</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">" Qui peut se charger de mes tâches?" demande le soleil levant.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">" Je ferai ce que je peux, mon Maître," dit la lampe terrestre.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CLIV</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">En lui arranchant ses pétales, tu ne cueilles point la beauté de la fleur.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CLV</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Le silence portera ta voix, comme le nid soutient les oiseaux endormis.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CLVI</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Le Grand marche sans crainte avec le Petit.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Le Moyen se tient à distance.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CLVII</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">La nuit ouvre les fleurs en secrets et permets au jour d'en recevoir les remerciements.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CLVIII</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Le pouvoir considère comme de l'ingratitude les cris de douleur de ses victimes.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"></span></div><div class="post-body entry-content" style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Rabindranath TAGORE</span></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Version française Claude Lopez-Ginisty)</span></span></div><div style="clear: both;"></div></div><div class="post-footer" style="color: #3d81ee; font: normal normal normal 78%/normal 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; letter-spacing: 0.1em; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.75em; text-transform: uppercase;"></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-9082136128283033919?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-7767617870329974562011-03-14T01:46:00.000+01:002011-03-14T01:46:00.398+01:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Wq3lvPCiX74/TXvcdSMUBHI/AAAAAAAAC0M/HoscgVuKXpw/s1600/IMG_0343.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Wq3lvPCiX74/TXvcdSMUBHI/AAAAAAAAC0M/HoscgVuKXpw/s320/IMG_0343.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CXXXVII</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tu élèves tes vagues en vain pour suivre ton amant, ô mer, épouse solitaire de l'orage.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CXXXVIII</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">" J'ai honte de mon vide," dit le Verbe à l'Œuvre.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">" Je sais combien je suis pauvre quand je te vois, " dit l'Œuvre à la Parole.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CXXXIX</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Le temps est la richesse du changement, mais l'horloge, dans sa parodie, en fait seulement changement et non richesse.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CXL</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Habillé par les faits, la vérité se trouve à l'étroit.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Elle se meut avec plus d'aise dans la fiction.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CXLI</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Quand je voyageais çà et là, j'étais las de toi ô route, mais à présent quand tu me conduis n'importe où, je fais avec toi un mariage d'amour.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CXLII</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Laissez-moi croire que l'une de ces étoiles guide ma vie à travers les ténèbres de l'inconnu.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CXLIII</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Femme, aec la grâce de tes doits, tu touchas mon désordre et l'ordre en sortit comme une musique.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CXLIV</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Une voix triste niche dans les ruines des ans.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Elle chante pour moi cette nuit:" Je t'aime."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CXLV</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Le feu brûlant m'avertit par sa propre incandescence.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sauve-moi des braises mourantes cachées dans les cendres.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CXLVI</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">J'ai mes étoiles dans le ciel.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mais, oh, ma petite lampe est éteinte dans mon logis.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CXLVII</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">La poussière des mots défunts s'accroche à toi.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Lave ton âme avec le silence.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"></span></div><div class="post-body entry-content" style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Rabindranath TAGORE</span></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(Version française Claude Lopez-Ginisty)</span></span></div><div style="clear: both;"></div></div><div class="post-footer" style="color: #3d81ee; font: normal normal normal 78%/normal 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; letter-spacing: 0.1em; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.75em; text-transform: uppercase;"></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-776761787032997456?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-36119643752343187512011-03-13T00:41:00.000+01:002011-03-13T00:41:00.799+01:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-weNsJLapsJM/TXvbhu-nikI/AAAAAAAAC0I/_3KwiOyepjA/s1600/IMG_0362.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-weNsJLapsJM/TXvbhu-nikI/AAAAAAAAC0I/_3KwiOyepjA/s320/IMG_0362.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CXXVI</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Danse de l'eau et non coups de marteaux chantent les galets dans leur perfection.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CXXVII</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Les abeilles butinent le miel des fleurs et chantonnent leurs remerciements quand elles s'en vont. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Le papillon aux couleurs criardes est sûr que ce sont les fleurs qui doivent le remercier.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CXXVIII</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Etre franc est facile lorsque l'on ne dit pas toute la vérité.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CXXIX</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Demande au Possible de l'Impossible, " Où est ton logis?" </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">" Dans les rêves de l'impotent," est la réponse.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CXXX</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Si tu fermes ta prte à toute erreur, la vérité elle-aussi sera laissée dehors.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CXXXI</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">J'entends des choses qui bruissent derrière la tristesse de mon cœur, je ne peux pas les voir.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CXXXII</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Le loisir dans son activité est travail.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Le calme de la mer roule des vagues.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CXXXIII</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">La feuille devient fleur quand elle aime.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">La fleur devient fruit quand elle adore.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CXXXIV</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Les racines sous terre ne réclament aucune récompense pour avoir rendu couvert les branches de fruits.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CXXXV</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">En cette soirée pluvieuse, le vent est agité.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Je regarde les branches qui s'inclinent et je médite sur la grandeur de toute chose.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CXXXVI</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">La tempête de minuit, comme un enfant géant éveillé dans le noir avant l'heure, a commencé à jouer et à crier.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Rabindranath TAGORE</span></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(Version française Claude Lopez-Ginisty)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-3611964375234318751?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-57899680484385574732010-12-17T00:29:00.000+01:002010-12-17T00:29:00.351+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TQT7O2JHU3I/AAAAAAAACxc/AmzJKqJfFoo/s1600/SAM_0009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TQT7O2JHU3I/AAAAAAAACxc/AmzJKqJfFoo/s320/SAM_0009.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: center;">CXXV</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Le Grand est un enfant-né, quand il meurt, il donne au monde sa grande enfance.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Rabindranath TAGORE</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Version française Claude Lopez-Ginisty)</span></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-5789968048438557473?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-24206034804044235642010-12-13T00:24:00.008+01:002010-12-13T00:24:00.400+01:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TQT4IVmklGI/AAAAAAAACxU/N2axNaTln_E/s1600/SAM_0049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TQT4IVmklGI/AAAAAAAACxU/N2axNaTln_E/s320/SAM_0049.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">CXXII</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Cher ami, lorsque j'écoute ces vagues j'éprouve le silence de tes hautes pensées aux crépuscules nombreux et profonds de cette plage.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Rabindranath TAGORE</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Version française Claude Lopez-Ginisty)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-2420603480404423564?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-11522596598588952832010-12-12T17:24:00.001+01:002010-12-12T17:24:49.401+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TQT3HUH2Y3I/AAAAAAAACxQ/pcXDw-Nyz3A/s1600/SAM_0024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TQT3HUH2Y3I/AAAAAAAACxQ/pcXDw-Nyz3A/s320/SAM_0024.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: center;">CXXI</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Je porte dans ce monde florissant qui est le mien, les mondes qui sont déchus.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Rabindranath TAGORE</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Version française Claude Lopez-Ginisty)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-1152259659858895283?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-55563690206733251902010-10-16T05:16:00.000+02:002010-10-16T05:16:00.116+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLG9L4wglTI/AAAAAAAACvo/M8BvYpBPZfg/s1600/IMG_0269.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLG9L4wglTI/AAAAAAAACvo/M8BvYpBPZfg/s320/IMG_0269.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CXX</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Je ressens ta beauté, sombre nuit, comme celle de la femme aimée lorsqu'elle vient d'éteindre la lampe.</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Rabindranath TAGORE</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Version française Claude Lopez-Ginisty)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-5556369020673325190?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-555716553535705292010-10-15T05:14:00.000+02:002010-10-15T05:14:00.134+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLG8jO9u-XI/AAAAAAAACvk/0OK_7TgkK_o/s1600/IMG_0143.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLG8jO9u-XI/AAAAAAAACvk/0OK_7TgkK_o/s320/IMG_0143.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CXIX</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">La nuit embrasse le jour, murmurant à son oreille:" Je suis ta mère, la mort. Je vais te donner une nouvelle naissance."</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Rabindranath TAGORE</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Version française Claude Lopez-Ginisty)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-55571655353570529?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-70920818337618581342010-10-14T05:10:00.000+02:002010-10-14T05:10:00.433+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLG78eOfQiI/AAAAAAAACvg/ANLcsBGS4zI/s1600/IMG_0144.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLG78eOfQiI/AAAAAAAACvg/ANLcsBGS4zI/s320/IMG_0144.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CXVIII</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Le rêve est une épouse qui doit parler.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Le sommeil est un époux qui souffre en silence.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Rabindranath TAGORE</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Version française Claude Lopez-Ginisty)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-7092081833761858134?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-49788964519899381612010-10-13T00:08:00.000+02:002010-10-13T00:08:00.542+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLG7Krm8s0I/AAAAAAAACvc/hLrNUjozGRc/s1600/IMG_0263.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLG7Krm8s0I/AAAAAAAACvc/hLrNUjozGRc/s320/IMG_0263.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CXVII</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Le brin d'herbe est digne du monde immense où il croît.</span></div><div style="line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></span> </span></i></div><div style="line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Rabindranath TAGORE</span></span></i></div><div style="line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span> </div><div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">(Version française Claude Lopez-Ginisty)</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-4978896451989938161?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-69066589337866708202010-10-12T00:05:00.000+02:002010-10-12T00:05:01.340+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLG6lr_aXsI/AAAAAAAACvY/lUiODiJ0d60/s1600/IMG_0136.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLG6lr_aXsI/AAAAAAAACvY/lUiODiJ0d60/s320/IMG_0136.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CXVI</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Au soleil aujourd'hui, la terre comme une femme à son rouet, me fredonne quelque ballade de l'ancien temps dans une langue oubliée.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Rabindranath TAGORE</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Version française Claude Lopez-Ginisty)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-6906658933786670820?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-44688518277079702782010-10-11T00:02:00.001+02:002010-10-11T21:05:49.378+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLG53mQS70I/AAAAAAAACvU/0F05ZJ85izE/s1600/SAM_0042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLG53mQS70I/AAAAAAAACvU/0F05ZJ85izE/s320/SAM_0042.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CXV</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Le pouvoir qui se vante de ses méfaits est tourné en dérision par les feuilles jaunes qui tombent et par les nuages qui passent.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Rabindranath TAGORE</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">(Version française Claude Lopez-Ginisty)</span></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-4468851827707970278?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-65065935295959902392010-10-10T15:01:00.003+02:002010-10-10T15:12:00.921+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLG47lf1wmI/AAAAAAAACvQ/XLCp26FVa6w/s1600/IMG_0203.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLG47lf1wmI/AAAAAAAACvQ/XLCp26FVa6w/s320/IMG_0203.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CXIV</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Dans sa foule en marche, la route est seule, car elle n'est pas aimée.</span></div><div style="line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></i></span></div></div><div style="line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Rabindranath TAGORE</span></span></i></div><div style="line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span> </div><div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">(Version française Claude Lopez-Ginisty)</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-6506593529595990239?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-85586363922346199742010-08-21T14:53:00.000+02:002010-10-10T14:57:40.215+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLG4HSRzcCI/AAAAAAAACvM/UBU-Ea5BvCc/s1600/IMG_0142.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLG4HSRzcCI/AAAAAAAACvM/UBU-Ea5BvCc/s320/IMG_0142.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CXIII</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Les collines sont semblables aux cris des enfants qui essaient d'atteindre les étoiles en tendant leurs bras.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Rabindranath TAGORE</span></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Version française Claude Lopez-Ginisty)</span></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-8558636392234619974?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-83577473122953043332010-08-20T14:49:00.000+02:002010-10-10T14:53:13.315+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLG3GP6D_6I/AAAAAAAACvI/7oL8VtDHXVc/s1600/SAM_0010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLG3GP6D_6I/AAAAAAAACvI/7oL8VtDHXVc/s320/SAM_0010.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CXII </span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Le soleil a une simple robe de lumière. Les nuages sont parés de magnificence.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Rabindranath TAGORE</span></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Version française Claude Lopez-Ginisty)</span></span></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-8357747312295304333?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-84721133782574226492010-08-19T14:43:00.002+02:002010-10-10T15:02:05.276+02:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24.0pt; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLG19yG9ikI/AAAAAAAACvE/ZUK_cCDDm0Q/s1600/SAM_0253.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLG19yG9ikI/AAAAAAAACvE/ZUK_cCDDm0Q/s400/SAM_0253.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CXI</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ce qui se termine dans l'épuisement est la mort, mais la fin parfaite est dans ce qui est infini.&nbsp;</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><div style="line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Rabindranath TAGORE</span></span></i></div><div style="line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span> </div><div style="line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Version française Claude Lopez-Ginisty)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-8472113378257422649?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-6829280163365880382010-08-18T14:41:00.000+02:002010-10-10T14:43:43.880+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLG03tF7JxI/AAAAAAAACu8/dFrr_eACSlU/s1600/SAM_0080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLG03tF7JxI/AAAAAAAACu8/dFrr_eACSlU/s320/SAM_0080.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><br /></span></span><br /><div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> <!--StartFragment--> <div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CX</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">L'homme va dans la foule bruyante pour noyer sa propre clameur de silence.</span></span></span></div><!--EndFragment--> </span></span></i></div><div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></span></i></div><div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Rabindranath TAGORE</span></span></span></i></div><div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Version française Claude Lopez-Ginisty)</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-682928016336588038?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-16632665886101730502010-08-17T14:38:00.000+02:002010-10-10T14:41:28.717+02:00<div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><br /></span></span></span></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLG0U43kxHI/AAAAAAAACu4/hYd56FvkCWw/s1600/SAM_0197.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLG0U43kxHI/AAAAAAAACu4/hYd56FvkCWw/s320/SAM_0197.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> <!--StartFragment--> <div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CIX</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Je projette mon ombre sur mon chemin parce que j'ai une lampe qui n'a pas été allumée.</span></span></span></div><!--EndFragment--> </span></span></i></div><div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Rabindranath TAGORE</span></span></span></i></div><div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Version française Claude Lopez-Ginisty)</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-1663266588610173050?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-55897453442551159572010-08-16T14:35:00.000+02:002010-10-10T14:37:23.177+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLGzYk3GFII/AAAAAAAACu0/7UOt_oRWvvY/s1600/SAM_0047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLGzYk3GFII/AAAAAAAACu0/7UOt_oRWvvY/s320/SAM_0047.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"> </span><!--StartFragment--><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CVIII</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Dieu a honte que l'homme prospère se vante de Sa faveur spéciale.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div></span></span></i></div><div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Rabindranath TAGORE</span></span></span></i></div><div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Version française Claude Lopez-Ginisty)</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-5589745344255115957?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-49290091762131822702010-08-16T14:33:00.001+02:002010-10-10T14:37:51.766+02:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLGy36d4VVI/AAAAAAAACuw/W-bhzYWC78E/s1600/SAM_0055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLGy36d4VVI/AAAAAAAACuw/W-bhzYWC78E/s200/SAM_0055.JPG" width="200" /></a>&nbsp;<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLGy36d4VVI/AAAAAAAACuw/W-bhzYWC78E/s1600/SAM_0055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLGy36d4VVI/AAAAAAAACuw/W-bhzYWC78E/s200/SAM_0055.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CVII</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">L'écho se moque de son origine pour se prouver qu'il est vrai.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Rabindranath TAGORE</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Version française Claude Lopez-Ginisty)</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-4929009176213182270?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-79013528427694358362010-08-15T14:30:00.000+02:002010-10-10T14:33:11.439+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLGyZWAwpnI/AAAAAAAACus/_jmC9CDncIA/s1600/SAM_0124.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLGyZWAwpnI/AAAAAAAACus/_jmC9CDncIA/s320/SAM_0124.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> <!--StartFragment--> <div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CVI</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">L'empreinte des jours anonymes s'accroche à mon cœur comme des mousses autour d'un vieil arbre.</span></span></span></div></span></span></i></div><div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></span></i></div><div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Rabindranath TAGORE</span></span></span></i></div><div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Version française Claude Lopez-Ginisty)</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-7901352842769435836?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-21300811359938878082010-08-14T14:27:00.000+02:002010-10-10T14:30:45.444+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLGx0QgYrGI/AAAAAAAACuo/8d_PQ63hrUI/s1600/SAM_0145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLGx0QgYrGI/AAAAAAAACuo/8d_PQ63hrUI/s320/SAM_0145.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CV</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">N'insulte pas ton ami en lui attribuant des mérites que tu prends dans ta propre poche.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Rabindranath TAGORE</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Version française Claude Lopez-Ginisty)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-2130081135993887808?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-85931818402222951122010-08-13T14:24:00.002+02:002010-10-10T14:27:23.045+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLGxBcu3ZzI/AAAAAAAACug/Uv0nHcZ8Ob8/s1600/SAM_0079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLGxBcu3ZzI/AAAAAAAACug/Uv0nHcZ8Ob8/s320/SAM_0079.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CIV</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">La musique du lointain été flotte autour de l'automne, en quête de son nid précédent.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Rabindranath TAGORE</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Version française Claude Lopez-Ginisty)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-8593181840222295112?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-2124739057225327032010-08-13T14:22:00.000+02:002010-10-10T14:24:31.804+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLGwa4gqyCI/AAAAAAAACuc/Tt5Axzy6ISw/s1600/SAM_0066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLGwa4gqyCI/AAAAAAAACuc/Tt5Axzy6ISw/s320/SAM_0066.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CIII</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Les racines sont des branches dans la terre.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Les branches sont des racines dans l'air.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Rabindranath TAGORE</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Version française Claude Lopez-Ginisty)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-212473905722532703?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-91809295495334471732010-08-12T14:19:00.000+02:002010-10-10T14:21:53.209+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLGvvC81VwI/AAAAAAAACuY/CSPjh-jLfFA/s1600/SAM_0074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLGvvC81VwI/AAAAAAAACuY/CSPjh-jLfFA/s320/SAM_0074.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CII</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ne t'attarde pas à cueillir des fleurs pour les garder, mais continue à marcher car les fleurs ne cesseront de fleurir tout au long de ton chemin.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Rabindranath TAGORE</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Version française Claude Lopez-Ginisty)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-9180929549533447173?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-42043300895647870302010-08-11T14:17:00.000+02:002010-10-10T14:19:19.617+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><br /></span></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLGvJbkHsOI/AAAAAAAACuU/Q5vgti6eT4s/s1600/SAM_0054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLGvJbkHsOI/AAAAAAAACuU/Q5vgti6eT4s/s320/SAM_0054.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CI</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">La poussière reçoit l'insulte et offre ses fleurs en retour.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Rabindranath TAGORE</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Version française Claude Lopez-Ginisty)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-4204330089564787030?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-14246393311283107242010-08-11T14:13:00.010+02:002010-10-10T20:46:42.275+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLIKCjWIvGI/AAAAAAAACvs/WpJJ9qtZ_BY/s1600/SAM_0010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLIKCjWIvGI/AAAAAAAACvs/WpJJ9qtZ_BY/s1600/SAM_0010.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">C</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Le nuage se tenait humblement dans un coin du ciel.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Le matin le couronna de splendeur.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Rabindranath TAGORE</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Version française Claude Lopez-Ginisty)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-1424639331128310724?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-23055734605993722072010-08-10T14:10:00.000+02:002010-10-10T14:13:07.245+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLGtvQDHqtI/AAAAAAAACuM/2sjh-zVviIM/s1600/SAM_0023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLGtvQDHqtI/AAAAAAAACuM/2sjh-zVviIM/s320/SAM_0023.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">XCIX</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">L'estampille de la mort donne sa valeur à la monnaie de la vie, rendant possible d'acquérir avec cette vie ce qui est véritablement précieux.</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Rabindranath TAGORE</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Version française Claude Lopez-Ginisty)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-2305573460599372207?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-63594698183612252112010-08-09T14:07:00.000+02:002010-10-10T14:10:32.361+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLGtHZFGzWI/AAAAAAAACuI/Mnlsx7CUVAI/s1600/SAM_0246.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLGtHZFGzWI/AAAAAAAACuI/Mnlsx7CUVAI/s320/SAM_0246.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">XCVIII</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">La tristesse de mon âme est son voile de mariée.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Elle attend que la nuit la lui enlève.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Rabindranath TAGORE</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Version française Claude Lopez-Ginisty)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-6359469818361225211?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-70444994270559826092010-08-06T14:02:00.005+02:002010-10-10T14:07:36.449+02:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLGrzvPRI7I/AAAAAAAACuE/GYsEL588icg/s1600/SAM_0235.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLGrzvPRI7I/AAAAAAAACuE/GYsEL588icg/s320/SAM_0235.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">XCVII</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Je pense aux ères révolues qui flottaient sur le courant de la vie, de l'amour et de la mort et qui sont oubliées, alors je me sens libre de m'en aller moi aussi.</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px;"><br /></span></span></span></div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><div class="post-body entry-content" style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Rabindranath TAGORE</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">(Version française Claude Lopez-Ginisty)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="clear: both;"></div></div><div class="post-footer" style="color: #3d81ee; font: normal normal normal 78%/normal 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; letter-spacing: 0.1em; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.75em; text-transform: uppercase;"></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-7044499427055982609?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-13478033822196386852010-08-05T13:59:00.000+02:002010-10-10T14:02:23.236+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLGrIny7BJI/AAAAAAAACuA/TuKMtixCMxg/s1600/SAM_0063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLGrIny7BJI/AAAAAAAACuA/TuKMtixCMxg/s320/SAM_0063.JPG" width="320" /></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><!--StartFragment--><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">XCVI</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Le bruit des instants se moque de la musique de l'éternel</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">.</span></span></div></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Rabindranath TAGORE</span></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">(Version française Claude Lopez-Ginisty)</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-1347803382219638685?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-78010582762368526202010-08-04T13:56:00.001+02:002010-10-10T13:59:36.154+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLGqSednuyI/AAAAAAAACt8/9E_jgwI52_4/s1600/SAM_0064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLGqSednuyI/AAAAAAAACt8/9E_jgwI52_4/s320/SAM_0064.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">XCV</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sois calme mon cœur, ces grands arbres sont des prières.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Rabindranath TAGORE</span></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Version française Claude Lopez-Ginisty)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-7801058276236852620?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-61757689008897025032010-08-03T13:53:00.000+02:002010-10-10T13:56:01.300+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLGpqY8HqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/tIP0pngexEo/s1600/SAM_0182.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLGpqY8HqzI/AAAAAAAACt4/tIP0pngexEo/s320/SAM_0182.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /></a></span> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"> <!--StartFragment--> </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">XCIV</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">La brume est semblable au désir de la terre. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Elle dissimule le soleil pour lequel elle pleure.</span></span></div><!--EndFragment--> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Rabindranath TAGORE</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">(Version française Claude Lopez-Ginisty)</span></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-6175768900889702503?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-85671821958631694542010-08-02T13:46:00.003+02:002010-10-10T13:58:58.177+02:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLGo7STplOI/AAAAAAAACt0/CA3aSHdAiL4/s1600/SAM_0012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TLGo7STplOI/AAAAAAAACt0/CA3aSHdAiL4/s320/SAM_0012.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /></a></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">XCIII</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Le pouvoir dit au monde: " Tu es mien."</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Le monde le garda prisonnier sur son trône.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">L'amour dit au monde: " Je suis tien."</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Le monde lui donna la liberté en son logis.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Rabindranath TAGORE</span></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Version française Claude Lopez-Ginisty)</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-8567182195863169454?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-68525173670111187272010-08-01T08:55:00.002+02:002010-08-01T08:59:33.527+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TFUbNau7-zI/AAAAAAAACkw/tixLKHhM_lo/s1600/IMG_0251.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TFUbNau7-zI/AAAAAAAACkw/tixLKHhM_lo/s400/IMG_0251.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500332437231369010" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">XCII</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">La naissance et la mort des feuilles, sont les rapides tourbillons d'un remous dont les cercles plus grands se meuvent lentement parmi les étoiles.</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Rabindranath TAGORE</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">(Version française Claude Lopez-Ginisty)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-6852517367011118727?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-46636137389267134442010-07-31T08:52:00.000+02:002010-08-01T08:55:43.572+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TFUaUJYft9I/AAAAAAAACko/itQW9dj8o8g/s1600/IMG_0254.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TFUaUJYft9I/AAAAAAAACko/itQW9dj8o8g/s400/IMG_0254.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500331453321295826" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">XCI</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">L'immense terre se rend hospitalière avec l'aide de l'herbe.<br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Rabindranath TAGORE</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">(Version française Claude Lopez-Ginisty)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-4663613738926713444?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-75349693249061164952010-07-30T08:08:00.001+02:002010-07-30T08:11:31.055+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TFJs5gj91BI/AAAAAAAACkI/WyxS20lgiTo/s1600/IMG_0275.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TFJs5gj91BI/AAAAAAAACkI/WyxS20lgiTo/s320/IMG_0275.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499577830221927442" /></a><div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">XC</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Dans la ténèbre, l'Un paraît uniforme; dans la lumière, L'Un paraît multiple.<br /><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Rabindranath TAGORE</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">(Version française Claude Lopez-Ginisty)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-7534969324906116495?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-28637814599513407112010-07-29T08:03:00.000+02:002010-07-30T08:08:28.196+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TFJsNiyAcKI/AAAAAAAACkA/vaX_5802-5Y/s1600/st+Maurice.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 172px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TFJsNiyAcKI/AAAAAAAACkA/vaX_5802-5Y/s320/st+Maurice.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499577074903445666" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">LXXXIX</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Le fourreau se contente de rester dans l'ombre, mais il protège le tranchant de l'épée.<br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Rabindranath TAGORE</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">(Version française Claude Lopez-Ginisty)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-2863781459951340711?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-35900127381690000922010-07-28T09:22:00.002+02:002010-07-28T09:31:15.309+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TE_coIXc5wI/AAAAAAAACiY/HpuQYv-221s/s1600/Eau.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TE_coIXc5wI/AAAAAAAACiY/HpuQYv-221s/s400/Eau.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498856252041389826" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">LXXXVIII</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">" Tu es une grosse goutte d'eau sous une feuille de lotus, je suis une plus petite goutte sur sa face supérieure," dit la goutte de rosée au lac.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Rabindranath TAGORE</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">(Version française Claude Lopez-Ginisty)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-3590012738169000092?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-68970161173641401942010-07-27T09:20:00.000+02:002010-07-28T09:22:08.935+02:00<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TE_aHgJadXI/AAAAAAAACiQ/i00u0Zt3ZOM/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498853492466021746" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">LXXXVII</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Cette nostalgie a pour origine Celui que l'on sent dans la nuit, mais Qui ne peut être vu de jour.<br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Rabindranath TAGORE</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">(Version française Claude Lopez-Ginisty)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-6897016117364140194?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-19169548814520289772010-07-26T00:11:00.000+02:002010-07-26T00:11:00.527+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TExw1gdOrAI/AAAAAAAAChg/DFxQ3gG1umE/s1600/IMG_0246.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TExw1gdOrAI/AAAAAAAAChg/DFxQ3gG1umE/s400/IMG_0246.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497893309660441602" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">LXXXVI</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">" A quelle distance es-tu de moi, ô Fruit?"<br />" O Fleur, je suis caché dans ton cœur."<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Rabindranath TAGORE</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">(Version française Claude Lopez-Ginisty)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-1916954881452028977?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-80330793045963427502010-07-25T19:05:00.005+02:002010-07-25T19:11:06.568+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TExv_jTA8uI/AAAAAAAAChY/uJI_Dv4o2Vk/s1600/IMG_0106.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TExv_jTA8uI/AAAAAAAAChY/uJI_Dv4o2Vk/s400/IMG_0106.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497892382709969634" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">L<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">XXXV</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">L'artiste est l'amant de la Nature, il en est donc l'esclave et le maître.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Rabindranath TAGORE</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">(Version française Claude Lopez-Ginisty)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-8033079304596342750?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-44091745590918402492010-07-24T00:19:00.000+02:002010-07-24T00:19:00.239+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TEm0fdTeIvI/AAAAAAAAChI/XlVAyLQgB_U/s1600/Ciel+sapin.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMGaPGh7YZY/TEm0fdTeIvI/AAAAAAAAChI/XlVAyLQgB_U/s400/Ciel+sapin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497123272717640434" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">LXXXIV</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Dans la mort le multiple devient un; dans la vie, l'un devient multiple.<br />La religion sera une quand Dieu sera mort.*<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Rabindranath TAGORE</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">(Version française Claude Lopez-Ginisty)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">*id est jamais! Tagore n'envisage pas la mort de Dieu, mais l'impossibilité de l'uniformité.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-4409174559091840249?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147519842824841260.post-57067090453579534102010-07-23T00:00:00.000+02:002010-07-23T00:07:02.481+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/b/b8/Sarajevo_old_orthodox_church_04.jpg/220px-Sarajevo_old_orthodox_church_04.jpg" width="220" height="293" class="thumbimage" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">LXXXIII</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Celui qui veut faire le bien frappe à la porte; celui qui aime, trouve la porte ouverte.<br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Rabindranath TAGORE</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">(Version française Claude Lopez-Ginisty)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">(credit photo: Portes Royales, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Eglise Orthodoxe de Sarajevo)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Royal_doors"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Royal_doors</span></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147519842824841260-5706709045357953410?l=courtildespoemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claude LOPEZ-GINISTYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534098604783149247noreply@blogger.com0