<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389</id><updated>2012-02-09T07:22:35.713Z</updated><title type='text'>Everything is possible</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Juliette Jeanclaude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744019463804203763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-7730414557404829092</id><published>2009-09-27T12:31:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T00:46:05.393+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My blog is now on my website!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/Sr6nq21K9KI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iqJfj2j2HZI/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/Sr6nq21K9KI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iqJfj2j2HZI/s400/blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385926559096566946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;Chères lectrices, chers lecteurs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog has a new address and is now directly connected to my website!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.setdesignandmore.com/05_blog/"&gt;http://www.setdesignandmore.com/05_blog/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new thing is that you can subscribe to an update that sends you an email whenever I post a new article on my blog! (You need to click on the little green envelop and enter your email address)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for reading what I write, I hope I inspire you with my stories all taken from my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living on Earth is such an amazing adventure. Whenever I feel bad, I remember what a friend of mine told me:&lt;br /&gt;"You know up there, above the sky, there is a queue of souls waiting to be embodied. Everyone want to experience what it is to be in a human body! Feel lucky you are here today!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the new address of my blog is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.setdesignandmore.com/05_blog/"&gt;http://www.setdesignandmore.com/05_blog/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also click on the little hand or paper and pen saying "BLOG" on the magic tree of my website!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mon blog a une nouvelle adresse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.setdesignandmore.com/05_blog/"&gt;http://www.setdesignandmore.com/05_blog/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vous pouvez même recevoir une email vous prévenant de l'arrivée d'un nouvel article sur mon blog! Il vous suffit de cliquer sur la petite enveloppe verte et entrer votre email.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Merci et belle journée!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.setdesignandmore.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-7730414557404829092?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/7730414557404829092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845651911169592389&amp;postID=7730414557404829092' title='97 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/7730414557404829092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/7730414557404829092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-blog-is-now-on-my-website.html' title='My blog is now on my website!!'/><author><name>Juliette Jeanclaude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744019463804203763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/Sr6nq21K9KI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iqJfj2j2HZI/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>97</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-5860087669630609626</id><published>2009-09-26T13:22:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T01:00:01.007+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm small but I'm already big</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/Sr6pqkK5ZlI/AAAAAAAAAcA/CFSHIhdiMEo/s1600-h/jerryportrait2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/Sr6pqkK5ZlI/AAAAAAAAAcA/CFSHIhdiMEo/s400/jerryportrait2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385928753110672978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tribes&lt;/span&gt; in the bus, Seth Godin's latest best seller. I'm reading on my way to my art studio. I need to get ready to paint Jerry's portrait as a wolf. I'm late. I went to the early yoga class to feel more centered. And now I'm late! I'm happy as well. I'm reading  Tribes  in the bus. I'm reading on my way back home. I feel angel's wings growing from the top of my back. My shoulder blades are bigger. And longer. I'm a leader. Where am I leading to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more love, more consciousness, more peace?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even sure I do it for myself. I say I meditate and then I stay five minutes sitting on my cushion and think of all the things I need to do tomorrow. I say I am confident and then I freak out about how my paintings can feed me in the future.&lt;br /&gt;I stop saying.&lt;br /&gt;I lead my all life and my all self as close as possible to who I want to be. That's already something.&lt;br /&gt;And then I read La folle allure by Christian Bobin. Et je rigole.&lt;br /&gt;Merci Camille, tu me sauves la vie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sethgodin.typepad.com/seths_blog/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://sethgodin.typepad.com/seths_blog/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ratsdebiblio.net/bobinchristianlafolle.html"&gt;http://www.ratsdebiblio.net/bobinchristianlafolle.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/Sr6qDcnY6wI/AAAAAAAAAcI/CkN5_7Zy4dw/s1600-h/lafolle.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-5860087669630609626?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/5860087669630609626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845651911169592389&amp;postID=5860087669630609626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/5860087669630609626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/5860087669630609626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-small-but-im-big-already.html' title='I&apos;m small but I&apos;m already big'/><author><name>Juliette Jeanclaude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744019463804203763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/Sr6pqkK5ZlI/AAAAAAAAAcA/CFSHIhdiMEo/s72-c/jerryportrait2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-1708920165846843506</id><published>2009-09-23T13:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T13:45:57.227+01:00</updated><title type='text'>L'eau ressent</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.setdesignandmore.com/05_blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/StJeanJujusoleil.jpg" alt="StJeanJujusoleil" title="StJeanJujusoleil" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-63" height="283" width="378" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;L’eau ressent. Elle se crispe lorsqu’on l’agresse, elle se fait belle quand on la berce, elle se régale de nos prières, elle se pétrit de nos angoisses, elle se libère dans nos rires et se sépare dans nos mensonges, elle s’ouvre à la vie et se désseche sur les bords arides de nos doutes. Et pourtant elle demeure, intacte et fragile, elle gronde et elle bruine, elle glisse et elle chante.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;La Terre est faite à 70% d’eau. Notre corps est fait à 70% d’eau. Chantons-lui une berceuse. &lt;img src="http://www.setdesignandmore.com/05_blog/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":-)" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Merci Marie-Pier Charon pour vos paroles inspirantes! Et Masaru Emoto pour vos experiences sur l’eau et les cristaux!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.matinmagique.com/"&gt;mariepiercharron_message_eau&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x4abcw_masaru-emotomessage-de-leauesoteris_creation"&gt;Les expériences de Masaru Emoto sur le pouvoir des mots sur l\'eau&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-1708920165846843506?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/1708920165846843506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845651911169592389&amp;postID=1708920165846843506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/1708920165846843506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/1708920165846843506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/2009/09/leau-ressent.html' title='L&apos;eau ressent'/><author><name>Juliette Jeanclaude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744019463804203763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-4093338080958738248</id><published>2009-09-08T12:04:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T12:57:36.078+01:00</updated><title type='text'>iCV Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SqY6Q3EIpNI/AAAAAAAAAbg/nsX5COu90gs/s1600-h/portraitweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SqY6Q3EIpNI/AAAAAAAAAbg/nsX5COu90gs/s400/portraitweb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379050866274247890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just uploaded my CV online at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iCVbook.com/people/juliettejeanclaude"&gt;http://www.iCVbook.com/people/juliettejeanclaude&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iCVbook.com has been created by a French entrepreneur, Anne Wehr, that I met this summer during a great dinner in Biarritz under the sun! It is the new Facebook for professional networking!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see more info about Anne Wehr at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.icvbook.com/people/annewehr"&gt;http://www.icvbook.com/people/annewehr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can upload your CV as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iCVbook.com"&gt;http://www.iCVbook.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful day filled with beauty and wisdom!&lt;br /&gt;Juliette&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-4093338080958738248?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/4093338080958738248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845651911169592389&amp;postID=4093338080958738248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/4093338080958738248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/4093338080958738248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/2009/09/icv-book.html' title='iCV Book'/><author><name>Juliette Jeanclaude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744019463804203763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SqY6Q3EIpNI/AAAAAAAAAbg/nsX5COu90gs/s72-c/portraitweb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-4656936089386147084</id><published>2009-09-07T10:54:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T12:56:05.262+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaque jour, chaque minute, chaque seconde</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SqT64yZpnbI/AAAAAAAAAbY/aa1yA71sL2Y/s1600-h/flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SqT64yZpnbI/AAAAAAAAAbY/aa1yA71sL2Y/s400/flower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378699708496190898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samedi je distribuais des flyers pour gagner un peu d'argent quand tout d'un coup j'eus une révélation: "Je ne suis pas à ma place ici."&lt;br /&gt;Ma place est dans mon atelier à peindre, ma place est dans un parc à respirer ou dans un théâtre à danser. Aie le courage d'être qui tu es Juliette. Tu es une grande âme. Tu as de merveilleuses choses à réaliser sur Terre dans cette vie. Chaque jour est une occasion d'être qui tu es, chaque jour est une occasion d'agir, de parler, de penser en accord avec qui tu es au fond de toi. La louve qui bondit pour créer, la louve qui protège ses petits, la louve qui se lave avec soin, la louve qui fait de chaque geste un acte sacré.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus tard, dans le métro, j'ai rencontré un musicien qui jouait du didjeridoo. Ces sons venus d'outreterre qui résonnent comme le gong d'un dieu vivant. Il m'a assigné un espace à cinq mètres devant lui, m'a incité à fermer les yeux et a soufflé pour moi le chant de la terre à l'état pur. Pendant ces minutes hors de l'espace et du temps, j'ai vu des corps roulant, des corps jetant, des corps vivant par le feu et l'action. Et moi, derrière, qui peignait au rythme de la vie jaillissant autour de moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le retour soudain au silence m'exhorta à ouvrir les yeux. Je me jetai sur lui pour le remercier. J'émis le souhait de danser au son de la terre à nouveau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimanche, en début d'après-midi, Vincent me dit qu'il va danser ce soir. Dance of Gratitude and Awareness. Ce soir je distribue des flyers et l'envie de danser me submerge comme une essence inconditionnelle. Sur quelle musique? Des percussions! Je fonce, je trouve quelqu'un pour me remplacer, on prend trois bus avec Vincent pour lui apporter les flyers, quatre autres bus pour finalement arriver à destination: L'église Saint Peter au Sud d'Elephant and Castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devinez quels instruments il y avait ce soir-là exceptionnellement? Des percussions, des tambours, une flûte et... un didjeridoo! Trois heures de danse terrienne avec l'intention de remercier! Plus d'une trentaine de personnes dans un mouvement de liberté et de conscience! Un régal pour le corps et pour l'âme! Merci Elie et Simon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Faites des voeux et remerciez!&lt;br /&gt;La vie est bien faite: elle exauce tous les souhaits!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doga, Dance of Gratitude and Awareness, every 1st Sunday of the month:&lt;br /&gt;The Crypt, St Peter's Church, Liverpool Grove&lt;br /&gt;near Elephant &amp;amp; Castle, SE17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.meetup.com/Dance-of-Gratitude-and-Awareness/"&gt;http://www.meetup.com/Dance-of-Gratitude-and-Awareness/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giuseppe Nieddu (the musician I met in the tube),&lt;br /&gt;Didjeridoo player and italian actor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.beppenieddu.com"&gt;www.beppenieddu.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-4656936089386147084?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/4656936089386147084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845651911169592389&amp;postID=4656936089386147084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/4656936089386147084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/4656936089386147084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/2009/09/chaque-jour-chaque-minute-chaque.html' title='Chaque jour, chaque minute, chaque seconde'/><author><name>Juliette Jeanclaude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744019463804203763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SqT64yZpnbI/AAAAAAAAAbY/aa1yA71sL2Y/s72-c/flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-4351079581706119423</id><published>2009-09-06T14:03:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T12:58:25.581+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth painting in Clissold Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SqOzMZ6Wx3I/AAAAAAAAAbI/vuHWXbYNpgI/s1600-h/earthpaintingcat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SqOzMZ6Wx3I/AAAAAAAAAbI/vuHWXbYNpgI/s400/earthpaintingcat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378339405705955186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday the 15th of September, from 4pm to 6.30pm, I'm running an "Earth Painting" workshop open to all (age 6+) in Clissold Park.&lt;br /&gt;I will teach you how to paint with natural pigments made out of soil, rock and water. The work will be inspired by Pre-Inca's images. I learned this technique in Peru and I would like to share it with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and enjoy for one hour or more how to paint with Nature!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This workhop is free and is part of Pangolin's Ark Free Festival running from 12th to 20th September 2009 in Clissold Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth Painting Workshop with Juliette Jeanclaude&lt;br /&gt;4pm-6.30pm Clissold Park Stoke Newington&lt;br /&gt;Bus 393, 149, 141, 341.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the workshops on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pangolins-ark.co.uk/?page_id=6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.pangolins-ark.co.uk/?page_id=6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SqO1JpI6pSI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/1atG0rUUoTI/s1600-h/open+air+open+studios+e-flyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 374px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SqO1JpI6pSI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/1atG0rUUoTI/s400/open+air+open+studios+e-flyer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378341557277205794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-4351079581706119423?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/4351079581706119423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845651911169592389&amp;postID=4351079581706119423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/4351079581706119423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/4351079581706119423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/2009/09/earth-painting-in-clissold-park.html' title='Earth painting in Clissold Park'/><author><name>Juliette Jeanclaude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744019463804203763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SqOzMZ6Wx3I/AAAAAAAAAbI/vuHWXbYNpgI/s72-c/earthpaintingcat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-2632422104521599760</id><published>2009-08-31T14:39:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T15:20:58.019+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My trip to Peru in 34 photos Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpvURD07thI/AAAAAAAAAbA/0xuZevZfKOo/s1600-h/19Ollaytamtabo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpvURD07thI/AAAAAAAAAbA/0xuZevZfKOo/s400/19Ollaytamtabo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376123969747006994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the village of Ollaytantambo, Sacred Valley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpvUGkxaqEI/AAAAAAAAAa4/csvV8cVDSqY/s1600-h/20salt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpvUGkxaqEI/AAAAAAAAAa4/csvV8cVDSqY/s400/20salt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376123789612066882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Salt baths in the sunset, Sacred Valley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpvUGdo3-LI/AAAAAAAAAaw/m2AWqoLGak0/s1600-h/21pisac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpvUGdo3-LI/AAAAAAAAAaw/m2AWqoLGak0/s400/21pisac.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376123787697191090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pisac ruins, Sacred Valley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpvUGPByvLI/AAAAAAAAAao/1nc07Ob6Rnc/s1600-h/22potato.jpg"&gt;&lt;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/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpvUGPByvLI/AAAAAAAAAao/1nc07Ob6Rnc/s400/22potato.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376123783775173810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Potatoes drying in the sun, near Q'enqo ruins, Cuzco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpvUFiHkFcI/AAAAAAAAAag/Cp3x-tn1kKo/s1600-h/23ombres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpvUFiHkFcI/AAAAAAAAAag/Cp3x-tn1kKo/s400/23ombres.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376123771719783874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Claire and Agnes dancing with the shadows in Saqsayawaman, Cuzco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpvUFa2M3cI/AAAAAAAAAaY/uKGZGXzZBuU/s1600-h/24tipon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpvUFa2M3cI/AAAAAAAAAaY/uKGZGXzZBuU/s400/24tipon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376123769767910850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tipon ruins, Sacred Valley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpvTru55W6I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/vALO0CBfaCQ/s1600-h/25market.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpvTru55W6I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/vALO0CBfaCQ/s400/25market.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376123328475519906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Food market in Calca, Sacred Valley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpvTrIseuGI/AAAAAAAAAaI/VygcjhODARg/s1600-h/26juice.jpg"&gt;&lt;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/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpvTrIseuGI/AAAAAAAAAaI/VygcjhODARg/s400/26juice.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376123318218700898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have 3 pints of fresh juice for 2,50 soles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpvTq2ifipI/AAAAAAAAAaA/MXYWcx0GCqA/s1600-h/27calca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpvTq2ifipI/AAAAAAAAAaA/MXYWcx0GCqA/s400/27calca.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376123313344973458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Calca at 9am, Plaza de Armas, Sacred Valley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpvTqR-6idI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/HCV7GEtVrGk/s1600-h/28poncho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpvTqR-6idI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/HCV7GEtVrGk/s400/28poncho.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376123303532071378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yo soy una Peruana en Cuzco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpvTqOe3uNI/AAAAAAAAAZw/3wR5zMKn-tU/s1600-h/29inmytambo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpvTqOe3uNI/AAAAAAAAAZw/3wR5zMKn-tU/s400/29inmytambo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376123302592362706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tarapoto, during my 4 days of diet in the forest, drinking the healing plant "Ushpa Washa" twice a day to open my heart to caring memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpvTDAkWCuI/AAAAAAAAAZo/rFZxA5APbRg/s1600-h/30foodfromlight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpvTDAkWCuI/AAAAAAAAAZo/rFZxA5APbRg/s400/30foodfromlight.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376122628842326754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Food from light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpvTCvWNsuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/sEcEfQiQV7Q/s1600-h/31dietintheforest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpvTCvWNsuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/sEcEfQiQV7Q/s400/31dietintheforest.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376122624219656930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Tambo in the forest: "Chilic Sanango"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpvTCV3-B9I/AAAAAAAAAZY/Pj-WxKpkSqc/s1600-h/32redflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpvTCV3-B9I/AAAAAAAAAZY/Pj-WxKpkSqc/s400/32redflower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376122617381914578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A red flower from the garden of "Los Huingo", days of rest in Tarapoto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpvTB7sZnWI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/54m9po08Vfs/s1600-h/33portrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpvTB7sZnWI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/54m9po08Vfs/s400/33portrait.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376122610354068834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Portrait of Obed with natural pigments made out of earth and rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpvTBmFybGI/AAAAAAAAAZI/BQQonQECU30/s1600-h/34viewfromkitchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpvTBmFybGI/AAAAAAAAAZI/BQQonQECU30/s400/34viewfromkitchen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376122604554972258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view from the open kitchen in "Los Huingos" my hostel in Tarapoto... it was hard to leave! But I'm happy to be back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-2632422104521599760?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/2632422104521599760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845651911169592389&amp;postID=2632422104521599760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/2632422104521599760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/2632422104521599760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-trip-in-34-photos-part-2.html' title='My trip to Peru in 34 photos Part 2'/><author><name>Juliette Jeanclaude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744019463804203763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpvURD07thI/AAAAAAAAAbA/0xuZevZfKOo/s72-c/19Ollaytamtabo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-1851507820732276422</id><published>2009-08-23T17:27:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T15:19:55.756+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My trip to Peru in 34 photos Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpFx15uf8qI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/KYSBxFKw7Yk/s1600-h/1Lima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpFx15uf8qI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/KYSBxFKw7Yk/s400/1Lima.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373201001272570530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;El Parque del Amor, Lima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpFudwxSz6I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Mo-BIt-y9zc/s1600-h/2bus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpFudwxSz6I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Mo-BIt-y9zc/s400/2bus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373197288016629666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the bus to Pisco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpFudfyFyKI/AAAAAAAAAWI/m5EGNXe322Q/s1600-h/3paracas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpFudfyFyKI/AAAAAAAAAWI/m5EGNXe322Q/s400/3paracas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373197283456567458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;About to go to the Islas Bellestas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpFuc7ocSlI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Owu7VRdLFTo/s1600-h/4birds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpFuc7ocSlI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Owu7VRdLFTo/s400/4birds.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373197273752422994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A row of penguins in the Islas Bellestas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpFucYcVjLI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Tf-3QRFiJsc/s1600-h/5Rebecca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpFucYcVjLI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Tf-3QRFiJsc/s400/5Rebecca.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373197264306408626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rebecca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpFvBg9tuTI/AAAAAAAAAXA/f0VXwQzkoTg/s1600-h/6Arequipa.jpg"&gt;&lt;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/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpFvBg9tuTI/AAAAAAAAAXA/f0VXwQzkoTg/s400/6Arequipa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373197902249048370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The team of the trek to El Canon de Colca, Arequipa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpFvBabdP3I/AAAAAAAAAW4/o_CVJ8eUwTg/s1600-h/7Titicaca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpFvBabdP3I/AAAAAAAAAW4/o_CVJ8eUwTg/s400/7Titicaca.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373197900494749554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Titicaca Lake, 20 degrees during the day, minus 1 during the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpFvBJuqcvI/AAAAAAAAAWw/yC22N3EVV8Q/s1600-h/8coca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpFvBJuqcvI/AAAAAAAAAWw/yC22N3EVV8Q/s400/8coca.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373197896011903730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A coca field&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpFvApMLXxI/AAAAAAAAAWo/xdUQJsEpCbU/s1600-h/9aigle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpFvApMLXxI/AAAAAAAAAWo/xdUQJsEpCbU/s400/9aigle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373197887277326098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the road to Machu Pichu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpFvAW1f-RI/AAAAAAAAAWg/VcYLCv-q0cM/s1600-h/10rail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpFvAW1f-RI/AAAAAAAAAWg/VcYLCv-q0cM/s400/10rail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373197882350369042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the rail to Machu Pichu :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpFx2ZYRw6I/AAAAAAAAAYY/jwR95kojbdk/s1600-h/11Wayna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpFx2ZYRw6I/AAAAAAAAAYY/jwR95kojbdk/s400/11Wayna.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373201009769300898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Top of Putukusi Mountain to see the Machu Pichu from a special angle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpFwldkhZYI/AAAAAAAAAX4/D3VkFV2RWR8/s1600-h/12escalier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpFwldkhZYI/AAAAAAAAAX4/D3VkFV2RWR8/s400/12escalier.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373199619324994946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Climbing the Putukusi Mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpFx2npZXhI/AAAAAAAAAYg/D6zafaeBf8Q/s1600-h/13prepatrek.jpg"&gt;&lt;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/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpFx2npZXhI/AAAAAAAAAYg/D6zafaeBf8Q/s400/13prepatrek.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373201013599198738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The night before climbing the Machu Pichu where there's no shop to eat -or the bottle of water costs 10 soles (normal price:1 sol): huge preparation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpFv5oYrGFI/AAAAAAAAAXo/lYw_0PbhZco/s1600-h/14machu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpFv5oYrGFI/AAAAAAAAAXo/lYw_0PbhZco/s400/14machu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373198866313844818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The clouds revealing the mystery of Machu Pichu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpFv5QWbc8I/AAAAAAAAAXg/OGkahBH-l5c/s1600-h/15machu2.jpg"&gt;&lt;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/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpFv5QWbc8I/AAAAAAAAAXg/OGkahBH-l5c/s400/15machu2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373198859861980098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sacred Machu Pichu, "The Old Mountain"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpFv422ufeI/AAAAAAAAAXY/IUfasBlWOsU/s1600-h/16machu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpFv422ufeI/AAAAAAAAAXY/IUfasBlWOsU/s400/16machu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373198853018123746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Three condors in front of Machu Pichu (if you have some imagination you will guess we are imitating the Condor-Machu Pichu!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpFv4ulbJZI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/fmlOWJI1j6s/s1600-h/17claire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpFv4ulbJZI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/fmlOWJI1j6s/s400/17claire.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373198850798069138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Claire and the magic of shells from the Pacific&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpFv4I5Pj_I/AAAAAAAAAXI/Ln3lTYCIHzY/s1600-h/18fleur.jpg"&gt;&lt;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/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpFv4I5Pj_I/AAAAAAAAAXI/Ln3lTYCIHzY/s400/18fleur.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373198840680648690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Flowers on the way down from Wayna Pichu, "The Young Mountain"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-1851507820732276422?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/1851507820732276422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845651911169592389&amp;postID=1851507820732276422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/1851507820732276422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/1851507820732276422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-trip-to-peru-in-34-photos-part-1.html' title='My trip to Peru in 34 photos Part 1'/><author><name>Juliette Jeanclaude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744019463804203763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SpFx15uf8qI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/KYSBxFKw7Yk/s72-c/1Lima.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-8688620093463625769</id><published>2009-08-15T23:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T23:21:45.043+01:00</updated><title type='text'>London</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SoczkjQuGGI/AAAAAAAAAVw/TjWpwbmWsIY/s1600-h/P1040788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SoczkjQuGGI/AAAAAAAAAVw/TjWpwbmWsIY/s400/P1040788.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370317783696283746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De retour à londres, je rencontre l'homme et je retrouve d'autres couleurs, des anciennes et des nouvelles aussi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-8688620093463625769?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/8688620093463625769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845651911169592389&amp;postID=8688620093463625769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/8688620093463625769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/8688620093463625769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/2009/08/london.html' title='London'/><author><name>Juliette Jeanclaude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744019463804203763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SoczkjQuGGI/AAAAAAAAAVw/TjWpwbmWsIY/s72-c/P1040788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-7610411669136942296</id><published>2009-08-15T23:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T23:09:37.549+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Je vous salue Marie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SocxqARXmWI/AAAAAAAAAVo/1AxceZu9Ywo/s1600-h/P1040790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SocxqARXmWI/AAAAAAAAAVo/1AxceZu9Ywo/s400/P1040790.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370315678359722338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je vous salue Marie, pleine de grâce, &lt;br /&gt;Le seigneur est avec vous.&lt;br /&gt;Vous êtes bénie entre toutes les femmes &lt;br /&gt;Et Jésus, le fruit de vos entrailles est béni.&lt;br /&gt;Sainte Marie, mère de Dieu, &lt;br /&gt;Priez pour nous pauvres pécheurs, &lt;br /&gt;Maintenant, et à l'heure de notre mort.&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-7610411669136942296?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/7610411669136942296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845651911169592389&amp;postID=7610411669136942296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/7610411669136942296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/7610411669136942296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/2009/08/je-vous-salue-marie.html' title='Je vous salue Marie'/><author><name>Juliette Jeanclaude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744019463804203763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SocxqARXmWI/AAAAAAAAAVo/1AxceZu9Ywo/s72-c/P1040790.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-3258308782946596908</id><published>2009-07-10T03:34:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T03:51:22.779+01:00</updated><title type='text'>y todas las otras colores</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/Slaqgw66h-I/AAAAAAAAAVg/1AW-sgWlpn4/s1600-h/P1030302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/Slaqgw66h-I/AAAAAAAAAVg/1AW-sgWlpn4/s400/P1030302.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356656286668326882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dame tu mano que puedo la tocar para que tus sueños se realisen temprano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Plaza San Cristobal, Cusco, Perú.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-3258308782946596908?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/3258308782946596908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845651911169592389&amp;postID=3258308782946596908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/3258308782946596908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/3258308782946596908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='y todas las otras colores'/><author><name>Juliette Jeanclaude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744019463804203763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/Slaqgw66h-I/AAAAAAAAAVg/1AW-sgWlpn4/s72-c/P1030302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-2270899292131542712</id><published>2009-07-10T03:16:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T03:54:34.194+01:00</updated><title type='text'>y con rojo también</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/Slals2AIimI/AAAAAAAAAVA/fUAvKAwYvjY/s1600-h/P1030095.JPG"&gt;&lt;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/_H1LTtZFfqhA/Slals2AIimI/AAAAAAAAAVA/fUAvKAwYvjY/s400/P1030095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356650996632685154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;El restaurante El Amigo Richard y alrededor, sobre el trayecto de Pisco a Arequipa, Perú.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SlandZuKfDI/AAAAAAAAAVI/QLsCmAhhAWU/s1600-h/P1030098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SlandZuKfDI/AAAAAAAAAVI/QLsCmAhhAWU/s400/P1030098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356652930366340146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-2270899292131542712?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/2270899292131542712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845651911169592389&amp;postID=2270899292131542712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/2270899292131542712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/2270899292131542712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/2009/07/y-con-rojo-tambien.html' title='y con rojo también'/><author><name>Juliette Jeanclaude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744019463804203763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/Slals2AIimI/AAAAAAAAAVA/fUAvKAwYvjY/s72-c/P1030095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-7314384435095695376</id><published>2009-07-10T03:06:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T03:52:44.926+01:00</updated><title type='text'>y con verde también</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SlaixnlDHTI/AAAAAAAAAU4/LbHM9etuMdQ/s1600-h/P1030074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SlaixnlDHTI/AAAAAAAAAU4/LbHM9etuMdQ/s400/P1030074.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356647780125449522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he esperado este bus cuatro horas y pasó a la una&lt;br /&gt;he esperado compañeros de viaje y se fueron ayer de noche&lt;br /&gt;he esperado un camino de acción y subí la montaña vieja&lt;br /&gt;he esperado un mensaje de amor y todo es la repuesta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La oficina Ormeños, San Clemente, Perú&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-7314384435095695376?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/7314384435095695376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845651911169592389&amp;postID=7314384435095695376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/7314384435095695376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/7314384435095695376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/2009/07/y-con-verde-tambien.html' title='y con verde también'/><author><name>Juliette Jeanclaude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744019463804203763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SlaixnlDHTI/AAAAAAAAAU4/LbHM9etuMdQ/s72-c/P1030074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-388599641595025392</id><published>2009-07-07T04:28:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T02:19:42.291+01:00</updated><title type='text'>à l'infini</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SlLBX1FKC4I/AAAAAAAAAUw/BC1eA7IMbM8/s1600-h/P1030955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SlLBX1FKC4I/AAAAAAAAAUw/BC1eA7IMbM8/s400/P1030955.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355555522026802050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quand la lumière se reflète c'est comme si elle lanÇait&lt;br /&gt;quand la montagne se voit c'est comme si elle pleurait&lt;br /&gt;et moi je ris parce que je glisse sur le sel escarpé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Las Salineras, Maras, Peru.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-388599641595025392?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/388599641595025392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845651911169592389&amp;postID=388599641595025392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/388599641595025392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/388599641595025392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/2009/07/linfini.html' title='à l&apos;infini'/><author><name>Juliette Jeanclaude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744019463804203763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SlLBX1FKC4I/AAAAAAAAAUw/BC1eA7IMbM8/s72-c/P1030955.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-2626319317647936445</id><published>2009-07-07T04:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T02:17:23.289+01:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SlLAXaK3lLI/AAAAAAAAAUo/NxJ0_vLuABg/s1600-h/P1030795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SlLAXaK3lLI/AAAAAAAAAUo/NxJ0_vLuABg/s400/P1030795.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355554415291372722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;es solo que la montana me mira y que el sol me gusta&lt;br /&gt;et moi j'aime la pierre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wayna Pichu, Machu Pichu, Peru.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-2626319317647936445?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/2626319317647936445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845651911169592389&amp;postID=2626319317647936445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/2626319317647936445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/2626319317647936445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/2009/07/thank-you.html' title='thank you'/><author><name>Juliette Jeanclaude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744019463804203763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SlLAXaK3lLI/AAAAAAAAAUo/NxJ0_vLuABg/s72-c/P1030795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-1273847459652851366</id><published>2009-07-07T04:17:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T02:17:45.456+01:00</updated><title type='text'>au lever du jour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SlK_IAdY5eI/AAAAAAAAAUg/rjaRGqTxuh8/s1600-h/P1030663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SlK_IAdY5eI/AAAAAAAAAUg/rjaRGqTxuh8/s400/P1030663.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355553051180066274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j'aime&lt;br /&gt;depuis que je marche, j'aime&lt;br /&gt;j'aime sentir et j'aime respirer j'aime marcher et j'aime sentir&lt;br /&gt;depuis que je marche j'aime sentir et j'aime faiblir j'aime aimer et j'aime frémir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Machu Pichu, Peru.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-1273847459652851366?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/1273847459652851366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845651911169592389&amp;postID=1273847459652851366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/1273847459652851366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/1273847459652851366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/2009/07/au-lever-du-jour.html' title='au lever du jour'/><author><name>Juliette Jeanclaude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744019463804203763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SlK_IAdY5eI/AAAAAAAAAUg/rjaRGqTxuh8/s72-c/P1030663.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-1034580874931287664</id><published>2009-07-07T04:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T02:18:10.651+01:00</updated><title type='text'>du jaune et du rouge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SlK9uMEZqsI/AAAAAAAAAUY/75-YIEbOdXw/s1600-h/P1030044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SlK9uMEZqsI/AAAAAAAAAUY/75-YIEbOdXw/s400/P1030044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355551508108257986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;du jaune et du rouge et du bleu&lt;br /&gt;et le monde semble parfait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paracas, Peru.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-1034580874931287664?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/1034580874931287664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845651911169592389&amp;postID=1034580874931287664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/1034580874931287664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/1034580874931287664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/2009/07/du-jaune-et-du-rouge.html' title='du jaune et du rouge'/><author><name>Juliette Jeanclaude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744019463804203763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SlK9uMEZqsI/AAAAAAAAAUY/75-YIEbOdXw/s72-c/P1030044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-6093378979244803632</id><published>2009-06-30T17:24:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T02:18:52.105+01:00</updated><title type='text'>la vie défile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SlK8OfyW63I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/kI7cV2zLs_M/s1600-h/P1030255.JPG"&gt;&lt;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/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SlK8OfyW63I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/kI7cV2zLs_M/s400/P1030255.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355549864133847922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son regard est fuyant et pourtant si présent. Comme une pluie qui se voudrait discrète mais qui en chemin nourrit le fleuve, la foule, la faune et mon désir féroce d'un arc-en-ciel parfait. Il coule, il brille. Il a plusieurs dizaines d'annees. Par la fenetre, j'apercois &lt;br /&gt;l'Alpaca qui se délasse dans son rectangle brun. On entend les bruits du film défilant derrière l'écran qui dit No disponible en rouge et noir et blanc.&lt;br /&gt;Ici la montagne est divine et la terre une maman. Elle est jaune et violet. Le linge sèche au soleil comme des peaux de couleurs qu'on aurait trop portées. Il marche sur la paille. Elle surveille le troupeau. La roche est striée. Le cochon tire sur la ficelle. Ma main se noircit d'experiences. Le sang coule un peu dans les creux. La brique est salie par le temps. La tuile se plait. &lt;br /&gt;Je crois meme qu'elle rigole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dans le bus de Puno à Cuzco, Peru.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-6093378979244803632?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/6093378979244803632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845651911169592389&amp;postID=6093378979244803632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/6093378979244803632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/6093378979244803632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/2009/06/la-vie-defile.html' title='la vie défile'/><author><name>Juliette Jeanclaude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744019463804203763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SlK8OfyW63I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/kI7cV2zLs_M/s72-c/P1030255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-7767208742641391440</id><published>2009-06-16T18:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T18:13:41.462+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My website is online</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SjfSYvDCFzI/AAAAAAAAAUA/gYvbY_112nE/s1600-h/Finaltreecolor2web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SjfSYvDCFzI/AAAAAAAAAUA/gYvbY_112nE/s400/Finaltreecolor2web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347974404913633074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, my website is officially online since the 27th May 2009!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Vincent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.setdesignandmore.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.juliettejeanclaude.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-7767208742641391440?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/7767208742641391440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845651911169592389&amp;postID=7767208742641391440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/7767208742641391440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/7767208742641391440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-website-is-online.html' title='My website is online'/><author><name>Juliette Jeanclaude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744019463804203763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SjfSYvDCFzI/AAAAAAAAAUA/gYvbY_112nE/s72-c/Finaltreecolor2web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-9151792568884324879</id><published>2009-06-16T18:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T18:10:23.383+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A wonderful time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SjfQjAXnmJI/AAAAAAAAATw/02Mr-VnCfMI/s1600-h/flyerperformance3web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SjfQjAXnmJI/AAAAAAAAATw/02Mr-VnCfMI/s400/flyerperformance3web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347972382338816146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June is singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Euroart Open Studios made me meet passionate people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totem of Reunification made me feel free to be myself with people I know and people I know a bit less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going to Peru painting dancing and exploring my consciousness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SjfQjskOJ6I/AAAAAAAAAT4/IFx7wwK61ao/s1600-h/OSflyer09_front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SjfQjskOJ6I/AAAAAAAAAT4/IFx7wwK61ao/s400/OSflyer09_front.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347972394202834850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-9151792568884324879?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/9151792568884324879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845651911169592389&amp;postID=9151792568884324879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/9151792568884324879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/9151792568884324879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/2009/06/wonderful-time.html' title='A wonderful time'/><author><name>Juliette Jeanclaude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744019463804203763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SjfQjAXnmJI/AAAAAAAAATw/02Mr-VnCfMI/s72-c/flyerperformance3web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-5530515294193212782</id><published>2009-05-26T10:37:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T10:42:09.940+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cette année, je m'organise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/Shu5Cm5W1TI/AAAAAAAAATg/hUK2e6dX9YA/s1600-h/madiscipline1%23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/Shu5Cm5W1TI/AAAAAAAAATg/hUK2e6dX9YA/s400/madiscipline1%23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340065237629850930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/Shu5C7IQ4iI/AAAAAAAAATo/g_cG3oIR3Mc/s1600-h/madisciplineweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/Shu5C7IQ4iI/AAAAAAAAATo/g_cG3oIR3Mc/s400/madisciplineweb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340065243061084706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-5530515294193212782?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/5530515294193212782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845651911169592389&amp;postID=5530515294193212782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/5530515294193212782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/5530515294193212782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/2009/05/ma-discipline.html' title='Cette année, je m&apos;organise!'/><author><name>Juliette Jeanclaude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744019463804203763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/Shu5Cm5W1TI/AAAAAAAAATg/hUK2e6dX9YA/s72-c/madiscipline1%23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-5528006648516050180</id><published>2009-05-26T10:18:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T10:30:25.769+01:00</updated><title type='text'>for a millions of cells are making who you are...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/Shu0wGxs5wI/AAAAAAAAATY/0wgAidLmhEU/s1600-h/30jan09n1web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/Shu0wGxs5wI/AAAAAAAAATY/0wgAidLmhEU/s400/30jan09n1web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340060521723651842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the DNA is like a snake curled up in each of our cell, 2 meters long in a space that is a billionth smaller than a pinhead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the wonder of a human being is the reflection of the wonder of the universe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-4GtimvTX6Q&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-5528006648516050180?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/5528006648516050180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845651911169592389&amp;postID=5528006648516050180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/5528006648516050180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/5528006648516050180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-millions-of-cells-are-making-who.html' title='for a millions of cells are making who you are...'/><author><name>Juliette Jeanclaude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744019463804203763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/Shu0wGxs5wI/AAAAAAAAATY/0wgAidLmhEU/s72-c/30jan09n1web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-3568621603906756354</id><published>2009-05-16T12:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T12:31:37.184+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistakes are great! Let's have fun with them!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/Sg6kES06mdI/AAAAAAAAATQ/YOs3b4NBARY/s1600-h/jecreemarealite.jpg"&gt;&lt;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/_H1LTtZFfqhA/Sg6kES06mdI/AAAAAAAAATQ/YOs3b4NBARY/s400/jecreemarealite.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336383002160830930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his book &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"How to get from where you are to where you want to be"&lt;/span&gt;, Jack Canfield tells the story of a famous scientist who, when he was 2-year-old, tried to grab a bottle of milk out of the refrigerator and dropped it on the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mother, instead of scolding him, said, "What a wonderful mess you've made! I've rarely seen such a huge puddle of milk. Well, the damage is already done. Would you like to get down and play in the milk before we clean it up?" So he did until his mother suggested, "You know, whenever you make a mess like this, eventually you have to clean it up. So, how would you like to do that? We could use a towel, sponge, or mop. Which  do you prefer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they had mopped, she said, "What we have here is a failed experiment in how to carry a big bottle of milk with two tiny hands. Let's go out in the backyard, fill the bottle with water, and see if you can discover how to carry it without dropping it." And they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that moment the scientist knew he shouldn't  be afraid to make mistakes. Instead, he learned that MISTAKES ARE JUST OPPORTUNITIES FOR LEARNING SOMETHING NEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jack Canfield, you inspire me every day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-3568621603906756354?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/3568621603906756354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845651911169592389&amp;postID=3568621603906756354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/3568621603906756354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/3568621603906756354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/2009/05/mistakes-are-great-lets-have-fun-with.html' title='Mistakes are great! Let&apos;s have fun with them!'/><author><name>Juliette Jeanclaude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744019463804203763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/Sg6kES06mdI/AAAAAAAAATQ/YOs3b4NBARY/s72-c/jecreemarealite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-2381331826940831933</id><published>2009-05-11T12:01:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T12:35:56.154+01:00</updated><title type='text'>femme sauvage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SggLOWncgHI/AAAAAAAAATI/TB1gk8cejII/s1600-h/juviolet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SggLOWncgHI/AAAAAAAAATI/TB1gk8cejII/s400/juviolet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334526099837452402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Une femme saine est comme une louve: robuste, pleine comme un oeuf, débordante de vitalité, consciente de son territoire, donneuse de vie, inventive, loyale, bougeant beaucoup. Séparée de la nature sauvage, sa personnalité s'affaiblit, s'étiole, devient spectrale. Nous ne sommes pas faites pour avoir le poil rare et être incapables de bondir, de chasser, de donner la vie, de créer la vie. Quand la vie des femmes est en état de stase ou bien est pleine d'ennui, il est temps qu'émerge la femme sauvage; il est temps que la fonction créatrice de la psyché vienne inonder le delta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment la Femme Sauvage agit-elle sur les femmes? Avec elle pour alliée, pour leader, pour modèle et professeur, nous ne voyons plus le monde avec nos deux yeux, mais avec les milliers d'yeux de l'intuition. L'intuition nous rend semblable à la nuit constellée d'étoiles."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarissa Pinkola Estés, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Femmes qui courent avec les loups, Histoires et mythes de l'archétype de le femme sauvage.&lt;/span&gt;, 1992.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-2381331826940831933?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/2381331826940831933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845651911169592389&amp;postID=2381331826940831933' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/2381331826940831933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/2381331826940831933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/2009/05/femme-sauvage.html' title='femme sauvage'/><author><name>Juliette Jeanclaude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744019463804203763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SggLOWncgHI/AAAAAAAAATI/TB1gk8cejII/s72-c/juviolet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-6312467519018241908</id><published>2009-03-16T15:57:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-03-16T16:38:35.428Z</updated><title type='text'>APOTO ESOTERIKO la suite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/Sb54K---ezI/AAAAAAAAARY/iR8NotRNuPg/s1600-h/feelfreedraw"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/Sb54K---ezI/AAAAAAAAARY/iR8NotRNuPg/s400/feelfreedraw" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313816740444928818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of the exhibition I made in Athens! APOTO ESOTERIKO,&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; feeling the self, autoportraits par le ressenti, &lt;/span&gt; was hold in Booze Cooperativa from the 10th to the 25th of February 2009.&lt;br /&gt;Self portraits from the inside... If you want to know more about it go to JANUARY, APOTO ESOTERIKO in this blog, or email me! Juliette.jeanclaude@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/Sb5_oTufJmI/AAAAAAAAATA/OI9AdLSX3xE/s1600-h/jungle2"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/Sb5_oTufJmI/AAAAAAAAATA/OI9AdLSX3xE/s400/jungle2" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313824940810511970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/Sb56OcvwlpI/AAAAAAAAASA/zY6ywBOat-g/s1600-h/apotowall1"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/Sb56OcvwlpI/AAAAAAAAASA/zY6ywBOat-g/s400/apotowall1" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313818998997030546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/Sb56PrbjenI/AAAAAAAAASg/bD_xjOXogeg/s1600-h/Vernissage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/Sb56PQ-q2nI/AAAAAAAAASY/jv8Uudoqb5g/s400/Vernissage2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313819013018212978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/Sb56PMS_T9I/AAAAAAAAASQ/UVg3mSM3Gms/s1600-h/juvivi"&gt;&lt;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/_H1LTtZFfqhA/Sb56PMS_T9I/AAAAAAAAASQ/UVg3mSM3Gms/s400/juvivi" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313819011761262546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/Sb56OxT3QFI/AAAAAAAAASI/XfOGla4TVKo/s1600-h/zoe"&gt;&lt;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/_H1LTtZFfqhA/Sb56OxT3QFI/AAAAAAAAASI/XfOGla4TVKo/s400/zoe" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313819004517171282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/Sb598JRakLI/AAAAAAAAASw/ZsEtxaZjXeg/s1600-h/Vernissage14.jpg"&gt;&lt;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/_H1LTtZFfqhA/Sb598JRakLI/AAAAAAAAASw/ZsEtxaZjXeg/s400/Vernissage14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313823082578350258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/Sb598Qam9QI/AAAAAAAAAS4/NhQOdAd0zPQ/s1600-h/Apotolastday36.jpg"&gt;&lt;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/_H1LTtZFfqhA/Sb598Qam9QI/AAAAAAAAAS4/NhQOdAd0zPQ/s400/Apotolastday36.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313823084495959298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-6312467519018241908?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/6312467519018241908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845651911169592389&amp;postID=6312467519018241908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/6312467519018241908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/6312467519018241908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/2009/03/apoto-esoteriko-la-suite.html' title='APOTO ESOTERIKO la suite'/><author><name>Juliette Jeanclaude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744019463804203763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/Sb54K---ezI/AAAAAAAAARY/iR8NotRNuPg/s72-c/feelfreedraw' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-5669593184919862912</id><published>2009-03-01T19:28:00.011Z</published><updated>2009-03-24T23:34:37.836Z</updated><title type='text'>The Dance of the Lonely Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SaseLeyuqSI/AAAAAAAAARI/2pyh5n56vu0/s1600-h/page0coverA"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SaseLeyuqSI/AAAAAAAAARI/2pyh5n56vu0/s400/page0coverA" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308369768379492642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nous sommes le 1er Mars 2009 et je suis à Londres. Demain je vais trouver à Stoke Newington la maison ensoleillée dont je rêve avec Vincent. Hier soir j'étais encore à Athènes en train de célébrer la première de la pièce dont j'ai réalisé le décor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Xoros tis monaxikis kardias. La danse du coeur solitaire. Ou l'histoire d'un garçon de 17 ans qui quitte la Grèce au milieu des années 70 pour tenter l'aventure en Allemagne. Un long poème, une folle chanson. Au Théâtre National de Grèce à Keiramikos jusqu'au 12 avril, du mercredi au dimanche à 21h. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma vie est un rêve que je rends réèl à chaque seconde. Je suis si heureuse. Merci la vie!&lt;br /&gt;Merci Akillas, Danae, Marilena, Frini, Eva, Maria, Efthimis, Theano, Alceste, Yourgos, Zoe, Lola, Yourgos, Katrin, Vincent, Maman, Pascale, Marie, Ourania, Yannis, Panagiotis, Papa, Tatchi, Manie, Clarisse, Eirini, Georgia, Leonidas, Spiro, Yannis, Freddy, Mais, Costas, Tathos, George, Alex, Michalis, Athina, Stavros, Takis, Panagiotis, Stamos, Katarina, Maria, Meiri, Cosmo, Sofianna et tous ces sourires, et toutes ces gueules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Today is the 1st of March 2009 and I am in London. Tomorrow I will find in Stoke Newington the sunny house I am dreaming to live in with Vincent. Yesterday night I was still in Athens celebrating the press night of the play of which I designed the set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O xoros tis monaxikis kardias. The dance of the lonely heart. Or the story of a seventeen-year-old boy leaving Greece in the middle of the 70's to discover life in Germany. A long poem, a mad song. At the National Theatre of Greece, in Keiramikos until the 12th of April, from wednesday till sunday at 9pm.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Official pictures are there: http://www.n-t.gr/el/events/solitaryheart/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SascexBV2aI/AAAAAAAAAP4/sJbKH29_0po/s1600-h/page1B"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SascexBV2aI/AAAAAAAAAP4/sJbKH29_0po/s400/page1B" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308367900666878370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SascfCJzb4I/AAAAAAAAAQA/G1j3dFEsU1A/s1600-h/page2E"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SascfCJzb4I/AAAAAAAAAQA/G1j3dFEsU1A/s400/page2E" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308367905265774466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SascfXEerpI/AAAAAAAAAQI/1dF_t2NjRNE/s1600-h/page3F"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SYddjR4fM1I/AAAAAAAAAOg/p1HdXnxDwBA/s400/14oct08:1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298306347301811026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;If there is light in the soul,&lt;br /&gt;There will be beauty in the person.&lt;br /&gt;If there is beauty in the person, &lt;br /&gt;There will be harmony in the house.&lt;br /&gt;If there is harmony in the house, &lt;br /&gt;There will be order in the nation.&lt;br /&gt;If there is order in the nation, &lt;br /&gt;There will be peace in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese proverb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aujourd'hui, j'ai marché un peu plus lentement.&lt;br /&gt;Par moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I walked a little bit slower.&lt;br /&gt;At times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-1540890947509472778?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/1540890947509472778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845651911169592389&amp;postID=1540890947509472778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/1540890947509472778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/1540890947509472778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-there-is-light-in-soul.html' title='If there is light in the soul'/><author><name>Juliette Jeanclaude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744019463804203763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SYddjR4fM1I/AAAAAAAAAOg/p1HdXnxDwBA/s72-c/14oct08:1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-7215415411599515522</id><published>2009-01-17T09:55:00.016Z</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:01:03.156Z</updated><title type='text'>APOTO ESOTERIKO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SYPIdB1XgTI/AAAAAAAAAOY/62zRhdviT8k/s1600-h/AFFICHEAPOTOweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SYPIdB1XgTI/AAAAAAAAAOY/62zRhdviT8k/s400/AFFICHEAPOTOweb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297297987751870770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear dreamers, children and hearts,&lt;br /&gt;I am very happy and very proud to present you my first exhibition of self-portraits! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exhibition is on from the 10th to the 25th of February 2009, in Booze Cooperativa, 57 Kolokotroni, Athens, Greece. The opening night is at 8pm on Tuesday the 10th of February! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SYdnfIFoyqI/AAAAAAAAAOo/QCNy_TmNvvU/s1600-h/trio20nov09web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 185px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SYdnfIFoyqI/AAAAAAAAAOo/QCNy_TmNvvU/s400/trio20nov09web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298317271069412002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tryptic 20 November 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;APOTO ESOTERIKO-feeling the self, autoportraits par le ressenti&lt;/span&gt; is a series of self-portraits that I started in October 2008 after I had a very precise vision of myself: I am made of a multitude of cells and each of them means something specific about my physical state and also about my emotionnal state.  I can organise them the way I decide, bringing closer the cell of beauty for a moment and putting away the cell of anger. From that has come a series of tryptics following a common rhythm but often in a different manner: a portrait with a mirror, a portrait with the dots, a portrait free of any constraint but always, from the inside. That day when I realised the power I had within myself, I asked to come closer the cells of peace and confidence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love and faith in all your highest dreams&lt;br /&gt;Have a beautiful day!&lt;br /&gt;Juliette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SYdqiX0XqyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/EGjvW8NkyuQ/s1600-h/trio14janv09web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SYdqiX0XqyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/EGjvW8NkyuQ/s400/trio14janv09web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298320625366444834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tryptic 14 January 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: You can watch the trailer on youtube!&lt;br /&gt;http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=IoSbQO59PFQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=IoSbQO59PFQ"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SYdsHMt2LAI/AAAAAAAAAPA/dQO5GIN5Ko8/s1600-h/1fev09n3web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SYdsHMt2LAI/AAAAAAAAAPA/dQO5GIN5Ko8/s400/1fev09n3web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298322357553081346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n°3  2 Février 2009 Je crée un moi plus beau un moi plus doux à deux mains. Juliette je t’aime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;n°3  2nd of February 2009 I create a more beautiful self a softer self with both hands. Juliette I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-7215415411599515522?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/7215415411599515522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845651911169592389&amp;postID=7215415411599515522' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/7215415411599515522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/7215415411599515522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/2009/01/apoto-esoteriko.html' title='APOTO ESOTERIKO'/><author><name>Juliette Jeanclaude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744019463804203763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SYPIdB1XgTI/AAAAAAAAAOY/62zRhdviT8k/s72-c/AFFICHEAPOTOweb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-2282694659670017830</id><published>2009-01-11T11:56:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-11T12:34:31.329Z</updated><title type='text'>au milieu du soleil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SWnnFFSoQFI/AAAAAAAAANw/KU8zjCcQj3k/s1600-h/bleuetjaune.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SWnnFFSoQFI/AAAAAAAAANw/KU8zjCcQj3k/s400/bleuetjaune.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290013311829033042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;au milieu du soleil il y a l'horizon&lt;br /&gt;pour un jour comme c'ui-là l'oiseau a bien raison&lt;br /&gt;les plumes tachetées et le bec polisson&lt;br /&gt;la mine cavalière et le corps de Jason&lt;br /&gt;j'emprunte la même route celle-là de l'hiver&lt;br /&gt;celle qui mène à l'été, celle qui berce mon coeur&lt;br /&gt;et qui de chaque nuit fait un bain de lumière&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in the middle of the sun the horizon there is&lt;br /&gt;for a day like this is the bird is right he is &lt;br /&gt;has speckled feathers and a beak malicious&lt;br /&gt;the face of a good knight and a willing body &lt;br /&gt;I fly take the same road the one of winter hills&lt;br /&gt;the one of summer joys, the one that charms my heart&lt;br /&gt;and makes of every night a lake a bath of light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-2282694659670017830?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/2282694659670017830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845651911169592389&amp;postID=2282694659670017830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/2282694659670017830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/2282694659670017830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/2009/01/au-milieu-du-soleil.html' title='au milieu du soleil'/><author><name>Juliette Jeanclaude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744019463804203763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SWnnFFSoQFI/AAAAAAAAANw/KU8zjCcQj3k/s72-c/bleuetjaune.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-5926206220818677855</id><published>2009-01-09T22:39:00.014Z</published><updated>2009-01-11T12:43:13.416Z</updated><title type='text'>je suis une chamane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SWnnP82s7cI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Tm7QdAuHtIw/s1600-h/notremaisonweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SWnnP82s7cI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Tm7QdAuHtIw/s400/notremaisonweb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290013498542976450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je suis une chamane, &lt;br /&gt;je soigne par la danse et je soigne par les plantes, &lt;br /&gt;je soigne en peignant, et je soigne en chantant, &lt;br /&gt;je suis belle et je suis libre, je suis aimante et je suis aimée, &lt;br /&gt;je suis généreuse et je reçois abondamment, &lt;br /&gt;je vis au milieu de la nature,&lt;br /&gt;je suis en contact avec les gens, toujours avec amour, &lt;br /&gt;je danse dans les herbes folles avec mes enfants et l'homme que j'aime, &lt;br /&gt;ma robe en flanelle blanche vole au vent et je cueille des cerises, &lt;br /&gt;je joue, je jouis, &lt;br /&gt;je suis en harmonie totale avec mon âme et avec l'univers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voilà mon souhait aujourd'hui pour la vie.&lt;br /&gt;et toi? quel est ton souhait? &lt;br /&gt;dis-le moi s'il te plaît, l'univers te supplie, dis-le moi maintenant, dans ta tête, à voix haute, dis-moi quel est ton souhait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: je viens de regarder ce film intitulé "Le Secret" qui m'a donnée envie d'être ce qui me rend le plus heureuse... &lt;br /&gt;http://www.playingmovie.com/video/1496-The_Secret.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je vous souhaite une merveilleuse année 2009, que chaque respiration vous apporte un peu plus de confiance, d'amour et de joie. Et toujours plus de tout ce dont vous rêvez!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I am a chaman, &lt;br /&gt;I heal with dance and I heal with plants, &lt;br /&gt;I heal by painting and I heal by chanting, &lt;br /&gt;I am beautiful and I am free, &lt;br /&gt;I am loving and I am loved, &lt;br /&gt;I am generous and I receive with abundance, &lt;br /&gt;I live in the middle of nature, &lt;br /&gt;I am in contact with people, always with love, &lt;br /&gt;I dance in the wild grass with my children and the man I love, &lt;br /&gt;my white flannel dress flies with the wind and I pick up cherries, &lt;br /&gt;I play, I please, &lt;br /&gt;I am in total harmony with my soul and the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my wish of today for life.&lt;br /&gt;and you? what is you dearest wish? &lt;br /&gt;tell me please, the universe is begging, tell me now, in your head or outloud, tell me what your wish is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I just watched this movie called "The Secret" which made me feel like being what makes me the happiest... &lt;br /&gt;http://www.playingmovie.com/video/1496-The_Secret.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you a wonderful year for 2009, may each breath bring you more confidence, love and joy. And always more of everything you're dreaming of!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-5926206220818677855?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/5926206220818677855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845651911169592389&amp;postID=5926206220818677855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/5926206220818677855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/5926206220818677855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/2009/01/je-suis-une-chamane.html' title='je suis une chamane'/><author><name>Juliette Jeanclaude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744019463804203763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SWnnP82s7cI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Tm7QdAuHtIw/s72-c/notremaisonweb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-4132194314666686809</id><published>2008-12-10T10:04:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:34:54.988Z</updated><title type='text'>midi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/ST-ZUz3E9fI/AAAAAAAAANA/CuPoTrGDFww/s1600-h/soleilrougeweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/ST-ZUz3E9fI/AAAAAAAAANA/CuPoTrGDFww/s400/soleilrougeweb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278105871099164146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercredi est le songe du midi&lt;br /&gt;j'ai passé le matin dans un bain de sommeil à dessiner ma vie&lt;br /&gt;j'y goûte do ré mi la voix de la chenille qui me dit en rampant&lt;br /&gt;demain c'est l'au-delà&lt;br /&gt;là c'est l'eau de midi&lt;br /&gt;entends-tu la musique&lt;br /&gt;elle est douce et folle dingue&lt;br /&gt;elle est dentelle et partition&lt;br /&gt;je t'en prie prends-en soin&lt;br /&gt;la chenille est partie elle n'est pas papillon mais elle est de midi&lt;br /&gt;la douce chanson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wednesday is the dream of midday&lt;br /&gt;the morning spent in a bath of sleep &lt;br /&gt;drawing my life&lt;br /&gt;tasting do ré mi the voice of the worm that tells me crawling&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is the hereafter&lt;br /&gt;here is the water of midday&lt;br /&gt;can you hear the music&lt;br /&gt;that is sweet and raving mad&lt;br /&gt;that is lace and score&lt;br /&gt;please take care of the sound&lt;br /&gt;the worm is gone the worm is not a butterfly but is of midday&lt;br /&gt;the sweet song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-4132194314666686809?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/4132194314666686809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845651911169592389&amp;postID=4132194314666686809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/4132194314666686809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/4132194314666686809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/2008/12/midi.html' title='midi'/><author><name>Juliette Jeanclaude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744019463804203763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/ST-ZUz3E9fI/AAAAAAAAANA/CuPoTrGDFww/s72-c/soleilrougeweb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-102450490369796322</id><published>2008-12-10T09:15:00.011Z</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:16:49.140Z</updated><title type='text'>le désir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/ST-U7vkgybI/AAAAAAAAAM4/HkkifuJjIXM/s1600-h/le+desirjuweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/ST-U7vkgybI/AAAAAAAAAM4/HkkifuJjIXM/s400/le+desirjuweb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278101042404313522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est bizarre la vie quand même&lt;br /&gt;c'est violent aussi&lt;br /&gt;c'est cette liberté qui est violente, savoir que je peux faire ce que je veux à cette seconde précise, et toutes les autres qui suivent, jusqu'à la fin de ma vie&lt;br /&gt;Savoir que chaque pensée va créer la réalité dans laquelle je vis, chaque acceptation d'une situation, chaque volonté de changer va modeler ma vie. TOUT EST LA CREATION DE MON DESIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un des scientifiques interviewé dans le film "What the bleep do we know?" raconte que , maintenant qu'il sait, grace à l'étude de la physique quantique, ou science des possibilités, que nous sommes les créateurs de notre propre vie, chaque matin, il commence sa journée en annonçant ce qu'il va faire, ce qu'il aimerait voir arriver dans sa vie, il emet ses désirs, et il demande à ce que tout ça survienne d'une façon à laquelle il ne s'attend absolument pas mais qu'il y ait des signes qui prouvent que ça vient bien de lui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On est tellement puissant! Par moment ça me fait peur et en même temps c'est la source de tous les possibles, donc aussi des meilleurs!&lt;br /&gt;c'est bizarre la vie quand même&lt;br /&gt;c'est fulgurant aussi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;car chaque souhait est réalisé à l'instant même où il est émis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.watch-movies.net/movies/what_the_bleep_do_we_know/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;life is strange &lt;br /&gt;life is violent&lt;br /&gt;the freedom of choice is violent, knowing that I can do whatever I want at that precise second, and all the following ones, for the rest of my life. EVERYTHING IS THE CREATION OF MY DESIRE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In "What the bleep do we know", a movie about quantum physics, the science of possibilities, one of the scientists explains that every morning, he starts by creating his day, formulating what he desires, and he asks the Universe that all this may happen in a complete unexpected way but showing signs that it is always his own creation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so powerful that it can be scary! But at the same time, it makes everything possible including the most beautiful possibilities!&lt;br /&gt;life is strange&lt;br /&gt;life is dazzling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as each wish becomes true at the exact moment when it is expressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-102450490369796322?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/102450490369796322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845651911169592389&amp;postID=102450490369796322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/102450490369796322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/102450490369796322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/2008/12/le-dsir.html' title='le désir'/><author><name>Juliette Jeanclaude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744019463804203763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/ST-U7vkgybI/AAAAAAAAAM4/HkkifuJjIXM/s72-c/le+desirjuweb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-3936951286275512480</id><published>2008-11-24T12:00:00.010Z</published><updated>2008-11-26T18:00:00.728Z</updated><title type='text'>la peau des gens, la peau des fleurs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SSqXfqd5GfI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/KcOOlpmTaNY/s1600-h/lapeaudesgenslapeaudesfleurs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SSqXfqd5GfI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/KcOOlpmTaNY/s400/lapeaudesgenslapeaudesfleurs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272192884021991922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j'ai pour projet de réaliser "La petite encyclopédie des personnes et des fleurs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j'aime beaucoup l'idée que nous respirons, que c'est peut-être la chose la plus naturelle que nous faisons, l'idée que nous nous offrons au monde, puis que nous recevons en nous mêmes, que l'arbre en hiver se replie, qu'il se déploie au printemps, que la rose s'ouvre au jour et se clôt à la lune.&lt;br /&gt;j'aime l'idée que notre corps respire, qu'il inspire, et qu'il souffle&lt;br /&gt;j'aime l'idée que notre vie respire, qu'elle inspire, et qu'elle souffle&lt;br /&gt;j'aime l'idée que la terre respire, qu'elle inspire, et qu'elle souffle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j'aime l'idée que tu respires et que ni le temps, ni l'espace ne pourront empêcher le vent de caresser ma joue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I am planning to make "The little encyclopedia of people and flowers"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the idea that we breathe, that it may be the most natural thing we do, the idea that we offer ourselves to the world, that we receive inside afterwards, that the tree withdraws in winter, and unfolds in spring, that the rose opens at dawn and closes at moon.&lt;br /&gt;I like the idea that our body breathes, that it breathes in, &lt;br /&gt;and breathes out&lt;br /&gt;I like the idea that our life breathes, that it breathes in, &lt;br /&gt;and breathes out&lt;br /&gt;I like the idea that the earth breathes, that it breathes in, &lt;br /&gt;and breathes out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the idea that you breathe and that neither time, nor space can prevent the wind from caressing my cheek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SSqh8kPsKyI/AAAAAAAAAMY/15vMucerYGA/s1600-h/alice+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SSqh8kPsKyI/AAAAAAAAAMY/15vMucerYGA/s400/alice+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272204375684295458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SSqkLSXaczI/AAAAAAAAAMo/MSZPDMGD35A/s1600-h/malwina+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SSqkLSXaczI/AAAAAAAAAMo/MSZPDMGD35A/s400/malwina+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272206827606143794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SSqknIBAk5I/AAAAAAAAAMw/TGoJNGsFlSY/s1600-h/ulla+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SSqknIBAk5I/AAAAAAAAAMw/TGoJNGsFlSY/s400/ulla+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272207305864156050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-3936951286275512480?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SSqXfqd5GfI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/KcOOlpmTaNY/s72-c/lapeaudesgenslapeaudesfleurs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-5558504474291194448</id><published>2008-11-10T14:13:00.013Z</published><updated>2008-11-26T17:59:04.570Z</updated><title type='text'>chaque matin, every morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SRhB-_vtyXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/6ja8AaB_HIk/s1600-h/branche1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SRhB-_vtyXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/6ja8AaB_HIk/s400/branche1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267032314729056626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.................... chaque matin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SRhB_IldUnI/AAAAAAAAAKs/VHaMD-O1wLk/s1600-h/branche2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SRhB_IldUnI/AAAAAAAAAKs/VHaMD-O1wLk/s400/branche2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267032317101953650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.................... le même visage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SRhB_bkBj6I/AAAAAAAAAK0/OJSm6pQHVVs/s1600-h/branche3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SRhB_bkBj6I/AAAAAAAAAK0/OJSm6pQHVVs/s400/branche3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267032322196213666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.................... chaque matin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chaque matin&lt;br /&gt;le même visage&lt;br /&gt;chaque matin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;et pourtant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si différent&lt;br /&gt;et si intensément&lt;br /&gt;qu'il m'en vient à l'aimer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si différent&lt;br /&gt;et si intensément&lt;br /&gt;chaque matin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;every morning, the same face, every morning, and yet, so different, and so intensely, I come to love it, so different, and so intensely, every morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-5558504474291194448?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SRhB-_vtyXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/6ja8AaB_HIk/s72-c/branche1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-1320070628496285161</id><published>2008-10-21T16:11:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T16:39:52.307+01:00</updated><title type='text'>il y a des jours où je me donne la main</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SP30XZiyrvI/AAAAAAAAAKc/6TT3aQxb8sM/s1600-h/patiencepardonner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SP30XZiyrvI/AAAAAAAAAKc/6TT3aQxb8sM/s400/patiencepardonner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259628622669590258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;il y a des jours où je me donne la main &lt;br /&gt;et d'autres &lt;br /&gt;où je prends le train&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-1320070628496285161?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/1320070628496285161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845651911169592389&amp;postID=1320070628496285161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/1320070628496285161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/1320070628496285161'/><link 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SPOUPSn4hiI/AAAAAAAAAKU/eItDR41-P4U/s1600-h/blurrybitbeautiful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SPOUPSn4hiI/AAAAAAAAAKU/eItDR41-P4U/s400/blurrybitbeautiful.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256708180489569826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today I'm doing nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing but breathe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-8899909963551870161?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/8899909963551870161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SPOUPSn4hiI/AAAAAAAAAKU/eItDR41-P4U/s72-c/blurrybitbeautiful.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-5701035004787965445</id><published>2008-10-06T12:16:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T20:02:20.098+01:00</updated><title type='text'>une vision du monde</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SOn11mg-JaI/AAAAAAAAAJk/1IeXhvGDBbQ/s1600-h/vision.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SOn11mg-JaI/AAAAAAAAAJk/1IeXhvGDBbQ/s400/vision.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254000741525104034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j'écoutais et je me suis évadée, j'ai glissé le long du couloir des rêves eveillés, &lt;br /&gt;au dedans j'ai perçu une couleur&lt;br /&gt;blanche&lt;br /&gt;entière&lt;br /&gt;j'étais largement étendue, tout du long et tout du large&lt;br /&gt;comme une flaque de coton blanc&lt;br /&gt;et puis j'ai vu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;des petits points, des petits ronds&lt;br /&gt;un million de cellules&lt;br /&gt;et plus encore&lt;br /&gt;qui respiraient leurs corps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elles étaient tout&lt;br /&gt;l'air le feu le temps la peur l'orage&lt;br /&gt;et moi&lt;br /&gt;elles étaient moi aussi et lui et elle et lui&lt;br /&gt;aussi&lt;br /&gt;dans l'instant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j'ai inspiré et ces mots sont venus:&lt;br /&gt;imaginez votre corps comme une masse constituée d'une multitude de cellules, &lt;br /&gt;imaginez que cette cellule est celle de la clarté, celle-ci de la beauté, celle-là de l'anxiété, celle-ci vient du jardin d'à côté, celle-là de votre grand-mère et celle-ci du bout de la terre&lt;br /&gt;imaginez que vous pouvez choisir de rapprocher l'une d'entre elles plus proche de vous, de votre centre, parce qu'elle vous correspond le mieux à cet instant, de la même façon vous pouvez en éloigner une autre qui n'est plus utile à cette heure, la renvoyer à Tombouctou ou la placer dans vos tiroirs, pour plus tard&lt;br /&gt;imaginez que vous pouvez faire cela avec les millions de cellules qui constituent votre être, &lt;br /&gt;imaginez que chaque chose du monde est faite des mêmes cellules, toutes arrangées de façon unique&lt;br /&gt;et que, exactement comme vous le faîtes avec votre corps et votre âme, vous pouvez modifier toute chose&lt;br /&gt;vous le faîtes déjà, à chaque seconde, &lt;br /&gt;imaginez &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aujourd'hui, j'ai appelé plus proches de moi &lt;br /&gt;les cellules de la paix et de la confiance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening and I escaped, I slided along the corridor of the awaken dreams, &lt;br /&gt;inside a color I feel&lt;br /&gt;white&lt;br /&gt;whole&lt;br /&gt;I was widely lying down, widely long and widely broad&lt;br /&gt;like a pool of white cotton&lt;br /&gt;when I saw them all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little holes, little dots,&lt;br /&gt;a million of cells&lt;br /&gt;and more and more&lt;br /&gt;breathing their own bodies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were all&lt;br /&gt;air fire time storm and fear&lt;br /&gt;and I&lt;br /&gt;they were I as well and him and her and him &lt;br /&gt;as well&lt;br /&gt;in that moment of all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine that your body is made of a multitude of cells,&lt;br /&gt;imagine that this cell is made of clarity, this one of beauty, that one of anxiety, this one comes from your neighbor's garden, that one from your grand-mother's soul and this one from the end of the earth&lt;br /&gt;imagine that you can choose to ask one of them to come closer, closer from your centre, because it matches with what you are in that moment, in the same way, you can send another one further away, as far as Tombouctou or simply in your drawers to keep it for later&lt;br /&gt;imagine that you can do that with the millions of cells that make who you are,&lt;br /&gt;imagine that anything in the world is made of the same cells, all of them arranged in an unique order,&lt;br /&gt;and exactly in the same way you are doing it with your body and your soul, you can modify any single thing&lt;br /&gt;you are already doing it, every second,&lt;br /&gt;imagine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today I asked to come closer&lt;br /&gt;the cells of peace and confidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-5701035004787965445?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/5701035004787965445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SOn11mg-JaI/AAAAAAAAAJk/1IeXhvGDBbQ/s72-c/vision.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-75866695113613056</id><published>2008-09-20T21:57:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T18:02:10.447Z</updated><title type='text'>the Bell Boy at the Hotel from Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNVl9QcaKYI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tvW7mlvm6T8/s1600-h/The-Bell-Boy-flyer-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNVl9QcaKYI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tvW7mlvm6T8/s400/The-Bell-Boy-flyer-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248213043830729090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bell Boy is looking for answers in the corridor of his memory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SOoEGaG3k3I/AAAAAAAAAJs/i9oIYLHqkwM/s1600-h/bellboypicture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SOoEGaG3k3I/AAAAAAAAAJs/i9oIYLHqkwM/s400/bellboypicture.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254016423414961010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SOoEGwOO8bI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/vWsDg9Hxm88/s1600-h/bellrunning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SOoEGwOO8bI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/vWsDg9Hxm88/s400/bellrunning.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254016429351432626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SOoEG1BxF9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/w2c6C2eMn-Q/s1600-h/bellwindow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SOoEG1BxF9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/w2c6C2eMn-Q/s400/bellwindow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254016430641321938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SOoEHSnG8XI/AAAAAAAAAKE/pqxXGV24fPA/s1600-h/doorpower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SOoEHSnG8XI/AAAAAAAAAKE/pqxXGV24fPA/s400/doorpower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254016438582571378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SOoEHnrPTrI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Lv4M-SGJLeI/s1600-h/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SOoEHnrPTrI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Lv4M-SGJLeI/s400/family.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254016444237041330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures have been taken by Fleur Huygues-Despointes during the performance of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Bell Boy at the Hotel from Hell&lt;/span&gt;, at the Playground (Unit 8, Latimer road, West London), 18th of September 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An inspiring work in progress looking for a producer to become a fabulous musical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performers: Vanessa Faye Stanley, Suzy Harvey, &lt;br /&gt;                      Alfie Boyd, Robin Gulver&lt;br /&gt;Authors: Albi Gravener and Darryl Clark&lt;br /&gt;Music: Albi Gravener&lt;br /&gt;Puppeteer: Ida Tjalve&lt;br /&gt;Set design: Juliette Jeanclaude&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-75866695113613056?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/75866695113613056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845651911169592389&amp;postID=75866695113613056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/75866695113613056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/75866695113613056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/2008/09/bellboy-at-hotel-from-hell.html' title='the Bell Boy at the Hotel from Hell'/><author><name>Juliette Jeanclaude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744019463804203763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNVl9QcaKYI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tvW7mlvm6T8/s72-c/The-Bell-Boy-flyer-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-4725776331283416753</id><published>2008-09-11T20:08:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T00:04:07.898+01:00</updated><title type='text'>le cahier du courage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SMlwNeIRRFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/1bJvRaLYGCU/s1600-h/1-courage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SMlwPHPUM7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/U68er_cFsUM/s1600-h/4-bouge!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SMlwPHPUM7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/U68er_cFsUM/s400/4-bouge!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244846645993288626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SMlwPoM1ZKI/AAAAAAAAAFo/_MpKb2fXWF0/s1600-h/5-arc-en-ciel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SMlwPoM1ZKI/AAAAAAAAAFo/_MpKb2fXWF0/s400/5-arc-en-ciel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244846654841250978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNbR_vrFsrI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Zy5ZWajTtNE/s1600-h/6-veille.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNbR_vrFsrI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Zy5ZWajTtNE/s400/6-veille.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248613308806050482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNbSAGaH9mI/AAAAAAAAAI0/gX21xlId1uI/s1600-h/7-instant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNbSAGaH9mI/AAAAAAAAAI0/gX21xlId1uI/s400/7-instant.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248613314908911202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNbSBS3LctI/AAAAAAAAAJM/qxRNsSnSrY4/s1600-h/10-oui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNbSBS3LctI/AAAAAAAAAJM/qxRNsSnSrY4/s400/10-oui.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248613335431869138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-4725776331283416753?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/4725776331283416753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845651911169592389&amp;postID=4725776331283416753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-938013221035670696</id><published>2008-09-09T14:19:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:05:11.895+01:00</updated><title type='text'>la vérité</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SMZ4FJTnqgI/AAAAAAAAADw/1tUTkhG8qBw/s1600-h/intuitivepaintingwholeweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SMZ4FJTnqgI/AAAAAAAAADw/1tUTkhG8qBw/s400/intuitivepaintingwholeweb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244010845912410626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un jour une femme m'a demandée de dessiner l'arbre de mon âme&lt;br /&gt;j'ai lutté j'ai pleuré j'ai laché, quand au milieu de la nuit un ange est apparu et m'a dit:&lt;br /&gt;la vérité c'est la tienne, ni celle de ton père, ni celle de ton frère, ni celle de la femme qui t'a donnée la vie&lt;br /&gt;la vérité c'est celle qui est dans le creux de ton coeur&lt;br /&gt;elle seule est ton guide, ouvre lui ta porte et elle t'ouvrira le monde&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-938013221035670696?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/938013221035670696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845651911169592389&amp;postID=938013221035670696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/938013221035670696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/938013221035670696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/2008/09/la-verite.html' title='la vérité'/><author><name>Juliette Jeanclaude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744019463804203763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SMZ4FJTnqgI/AAAAAAAAADw/1tUTkhG8qBw/s72-c/intuitivepaintingwholeweb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-4440853086258144070</id><published>2008-07-23T20:46:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T14:19:03.925+01:00</updated><title type='text'>you are creating your life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SIeLcUkk9ZI/AAAAAAAAADo/KBtCiEyGotA/s1600-h/jardin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SIeLcUkk9ZI/AAAAAAAAADo/KBtCiEyGotA/s400/jardin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226299211261474194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every single thought that flies through your mind is shaping your reality&lt;br /&gt;every single gesture that dances in your hand is sending a message to someone&lt;br /&gt;every feeling that invades your body is making yourself be who you are&lt;br /&gt;you can change it, you can do whatever you want, you are creating your life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-4440853086258144070?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SIeLcUkk9ZI/AAAAAAAAADo/KBtCiEyGotA/s72-c/jardin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-2851894981066014382</id><published>2008-06-12T14:40:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T23:55:19.798+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a secret to tell you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SFEngh9r4QI/AAAAAAAAADU/3Eep62Wa85E/s1600-h/ju.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SFEngh9r4QI/AAAAAAAAADU/3Eep62Wa85E/s400/ju.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210989683670769922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a secret to tell you. Whenever you feel low, whenever you feel weak, take a deep frank breath with all your body and move, physically, move, stand up if you are sitting, walk three steps if you are standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my secret: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To whatever question you are asking, the answer is:&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;N  O  W&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above has been taken by Clarisse d'Arcimoles just after a live performance we made together in November 2007. The pictures below are extracted from the video.&lt;br /&gt;It was called "Living Brushes".&lt;br /&gt;A white space, four pots of paint, one hour music track and one aim: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find your instinct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNbPkeyytLI/AAAAAAAAAH0/gAXdNbUFsio/s1600-h/living1web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNbPkeyytLI/AAAAAAAAAH0/gAXdNbUFsio/s400/living1web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248610641395233970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNbPkXfrP2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/RGuNBeZJml4/s1600-h/living2web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNbPkXfrP2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/RGuNBeZJml4/s400/living2web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248610639436005218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNbPkrgosTI/AAAAAAAAAIE/_ETbWAF1U34/s1600-h/living3web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNbPkrgosTI/AAAAAAAAAIE/_ETbWAF1U34/s400/living3web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248610644808741170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNbPk02AHnI/AAAAAAAAAIM/0ODCVC6dvME/s1600-h/living4web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNbPk02AHnI/AAAAAAAAAIM/0ODCVC6dvME/s400/living4web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248610647314275954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNbQWaC52_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/Hvoohp1x2YM/s1600-h/living5web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNbQWaC52_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/Hvoohp1x2YM/s400/living5web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248611499114093554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNbQWnH1NsI/AAAAAAAAAIc/AjDvYr677GU/s1600-h/living6web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNbQWnH1NsI/AAAAAAAAAIc/AjDvYr677GU/s400/living6web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248611502624421570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNbQWp7Aw-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/KF60n5kTq1c/s1600-h/living7web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNbQWp7Aw-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/KF60n5kTq1c/s400/living7web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248611503375959010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-2851894981066014382?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/2851894981066014382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845651911169592389&amp;postID=2851894981066014382' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/2851894981066014382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/2851894981066014382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-have-secret-to-tell-you_12.html' title='I have a secret to tell you'/><author><name>Juliette Jeanclaude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744019463804203763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SFEngh9r4QI/AAAAAAAAADU/3Eep62Wa85E/s72-c/ju.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-5352516507720138925</id><published>2008-06-09T01:18:00.016+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T20:45:45.071Z</updated><title type='text'>when I close my eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SFaGeIPiDiI/AAAAAAAAADg/oMgIsOkPLys/s1600-h/colombine4thJune.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SFaGeIPiDiI/AAAAAAAAADg/oMgIsOkPLys/s400/colombine4thJune.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212501470894755362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;What do you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine yourself happy.&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I close my eyes, I am dancing, and I am dancing with so much intensity that people watching are crying, opening their heart to joy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly this little voice starts telling me: "A dancer? Are you kidding? You think your two hours dance class per week makes you be a dancer? You're too old anyway!" &lt;br /&gt;I answer: "You can think what you want, but I can feel what I am." &lt;br /&gt;I then imagine holding this little voice by its hand, I breathe in and I whisper: "Why don't you help me making my dream come true? Let's make it happen together!"&lt;br /&gt;The minute after, my little voice couldn't stop telling me: "I love you, I love you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you start formulating what you want and work hand to hand with your little voice, it's like the whole world has decided to help you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My three wishes for this summer (and for the rest of my life) are: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;painting&lt;br /&gt;dancing&lt;br /&gt;healing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how, but I know that it is vital for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, after having danced with all my soul in a jam session, where musicians gather to improvise together, a woman, Carolina, asked me: &lt;br /&gt;-What do you like doing in London?&lt;br /&gt; I told her my three wishes and she said: &lt;br /&gt;-Do you know that you can heal by dancing? &lt;br /&gt;-No, I don't, how? &lt;br /&gt;-You have to find your own way, but let me tell you that you freed myself tonight, by dancing so freely, you made me dance! Check courses in Citylit, you might find something you like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week later, I was spending five hours in a studio discovering "Biodanza", the dance of life from Chile, simply harmonizing and liberating. If you hear about it somewhere, don’t hesitate: just go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now feel that something extraordinary can come up from the combination of these three wishes... &lt;br /&gt;Imagine: dancing and painting and healing together! My heart opens just now, a little bit more, by writing these words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You know deep inside yourself who you are. Do you think it is too beautiful to be true? No, it's not!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are that beautiful person you are dreaming of. You are! &lt;br /&gt;So let it express itself.&lt;br /&gt;Again, I'll copy the Beatles! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNbDKdJyv3I/AAAAAAAAAHM/ayjSPBBtQ_0/s1600-h/2008-06-05+craze+(1)web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNbDKdJyv3I/AAAAAAAAAHM/ayjSPBBtQ_0/s400/2008-06-05+craze+(1)web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248597000138702706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNbDKujxkyI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Yz9VM1uyhng/s1600-h/2008-06-05+craze+(2)web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNbDKujxkyI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Yz9VM1uyhng/s400/2008-06-05+craze+(2)web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248597004811080482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNbDKqpdLSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/24GputikP-U/s1600-h/2008-06-05+craze+(3)web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNbDKqpdLSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/24GputikP-U/s400/2008-06-05+craze+(3)web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248597003761167650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNbDK5EwzdI/AAAAAAAAAHk/U-BTyecNcOw/s1600-h/2008-06-05+craze+(6)web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNbDK5EwzdI/AAAAAAAAAHk/U-BTyecNcOw/s400/2008-06-05+craze+(6)web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248597007633796562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNbDK269ngI/AAAAAAAAAHs/-Nqpg9Su1-Y/s1600-h/2008-06-05+craze+(8)web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNbDK269ngI/AAAAAAAAAHs/-Nqpg9Su1-Y/s400/2008-06-05+craze+(8)web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248597007055822338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures have been taken by Raul.&lt;br /&gt;“Colombine” is a short piece that I performed with Fleur Huygues-Despointes at a night event called "Playground" on Thursday the 5th of June 2008 at "The Others" in Stoke Newington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can watch a second performance with Fleur and I as "Colombine and Falbala" in Stoke Newington International Airport in October 2008.&lt;br /&gt;http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=Yx6qKXexSmM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-5352516507720138925?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/5352516507720138925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845651911169592389&amp;postID=5352516507720138925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/5352516507720138925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/5352516507720138925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-i-close-my-eyes.html' title='when I close my eyes'/><author><name>Juliette Jeanclaude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744019463804203763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SFaGeIPiDiI/AAAAAAAAADg/oMgIsOkPLys/s72-c/colombine4thJune.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-5124538001659613362</id><published>2008-06-01T15:05:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T00:22:17.174+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Never despise what attracts you because what attracts you is what you are</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SEKuHUMssYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0VHpAc69_ls/s1600-h/angeregardplantelumiere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SEKuHUMssYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0VHpAc69_ls/s400/angeregardplantelumiere.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206915559898001794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le chant d'un oiseau, la couleur d'un tissu, l'idée d'un philosophe, la question qui te taraude, le verre de vin rouge, le sexe tendu, la main guérisseuse, l'arbre racine, la colère exutoire, la peur transparente, le chagrin du refuge, l'élan vers l'au-delà, la danse du scarabée, le poème du postier, la mèche du dictateur, la guerre du peuple entier, la paix des âmes fécondes, la sieste du solitaire, l'avancée  des marées.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne méprise jamais ce qui t'attire car ce qui t'attire est ce que tu es.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merci Cécile. Merci Maman. Merci Marie. Merci Papa. Merci Anna. Merci Clarisse. Merci Eirini. Merci Kermo. Merci Julia. Merci Zazou. Merci Guigui. Merci Thomas. Merci Marie. Merci Poppy. Merci Asa. Merci Alex. Merci Manie. Merci Sebastian. Merci Roma. Merci Sylvie. Merci Tatchi. Merci Janine. Merci Oumi. Merci Pat. Merci Françoise. Merci Ito. Merci Catherine. Merci Nicole. Merci Sophie. Merci Ali. Merci Michael. Merci Chris. Merci Owen. Merci salle de bain. Merci fenêtre. Merci ordi. Merci ciel gris. Merci Capu. Merci Hélène. Merci Toscane. Merci Espagne. Merci Mexique. Merci London. Merci India. Merci China. Merci Ole. Merci Flora. Merci Florence. Merci tout coeur vivant, tout être aimant. Merci la mort. Merci le souffle. Merci feuilles vertes. Merci fourmis, araignées, coccinelles. Merci fushias, broccolis, aspirateur. Merci Camille. Merci John. Merci King's Head pub. Merci les anges. Merci le ciel. Merci tout court. Merci Samantha. Merci Trine. Merci Buddha. Merci Alessandra. Merci Vladimir. Merci Alex. Merci la vie. Merci les doutes. Merci la paix. Merci la guerre. Merci les trous. Merci les pleins. Merci les mots. Merci la foi. Merci les fruits. Merci les voix. Merci les corps. Merci les seins. Merci les rois. Merci les poches. Merci les coudes. Merci les pois. Merci les nous. Merci les sens. Merci les sons. Merci les pores. Merci les bronches. Merci chasse d'eau. Merci toilettes. Merci bougies. Merci raquettes. Merci imprimantes, feuillage, lumière, merci Newton, Vinci, Hugo, merci soleil, merci la terre, merci pour tout, merci à vous.&lt;br /&gt;Merci Doriane, merci passing clouds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-5124538001659613362?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/5124538001659613362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845651911169592389&amp;postID=5124538001659613362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/5124538001659613362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/5124538001659613362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/2008/06/never-despise-what-attracts-you-because.html' title='Never despise what attracts you because what attracts you is what you are'/><author><name>Juliette Jeanclaude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744019463804203763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SEKuHUMssYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0VHpAc69_ls/s72-c/angeregardplantelumiere.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-6076893806408200650</id><published>2008-05-05T00:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T01:31:41.322+01:00</updated><title type='text'>hier, j'ai demandé</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SB5ScA16tjI/AAAAAAAAAC0/EKOtSriE27k/s1600-h/autoportraitalabougieweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SB5ScA16tjI/AAAAAAAAAC0/EKOtSriE27k/s400/autoportraitalabougieweb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196681661248091698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hier, j'ai demandé a dieu s'il m'aimait, &lt;br /&gt;quand je dis dieu, je pense a la petite voix qui est en moi, celle qui me serre dans mes bras, qui rattrape l'espoir et le nourrit de baisers, celle qui me dit que je suis belle, que l'homme est amour, que tout est possible, que toute chose est l'un et que l'un est toute chose, que je suis l'assiette que je lave, l'arbre que j'embrasse, la femme que j'admire, celle qui me dit de croire en l'autre, de croire en moi, de croire aux anges et aux fées, celle qui me dit que les nuages se mangent et que les souvenirs sont vivants, que les ombres sont libres, que les feuilles me saluent, que la paix est en nous et que l'âme se régale, de nos joies, de nos rêves, de nos enfantillages, et qu'à la nuit tombée elle s'envole pour danser au milieu des étoiles&lt;br /&gt;hier, j'ai demandé à dieu s'il m'aimait,&lt;br /&gt;il m'a répondu, &lt;br /&gt;-bien sûr, mais pas plus pas moins que la personne qui descend l'escalier à côté de toi,&lt;br /&gt;-pas plus?&lt;br /&gt;-non&lt;br /&gt;-mais pas moins?&lt;br /&gt;-pas moins non plus. mon amour est infini. et le tien aussi.&lt;br /&gt;heureuse ou triste, je t'aime, maladroite, paresseuse, capricieuse, je t'aime. tu comprends?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-6076893806408200650?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/6076893806408200650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845651911169592389&amp;postID=6076893806408200650' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/6076893806408200650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/6076893806408200650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/2008/05/hier-jai-demand.html' title='hier, j&apos;ai demandé'/><author><name>Juliette Jeanclaude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744019463804203763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SB5ScA16tjI/AAAAAAAAAC0/EKOtSriE27k/s72-c/autoportraitalabougieweb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-2157114957591988325</id><published>2008-03-18T15:40:00.008Z</published><updated>2008-03-18T15:51:11.784Z</updated><title type='text'>Rien de mieux qu'un peu d'humour bouddhiste en ces temps de paix mondiale... (un petit effort, on y est presque!)</title><content type='html'>merci maman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/R9_k2q9nskI/AAAAAAAAACs/Fpy0Bo3MZ8c/s1600-h/remarques.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/R9_k2q9nskI/AAAAAAAAACs/Fpy0Bo3MZ8c/s400/remarques.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179109724396171842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-2157114957591988325?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/2157114957591988325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845651911169592389&amp;postID=2157114957591988325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/2157114957591988325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/2157114957591988325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/2008/03/rien-de-mieux-quun-peu-dhumour.html' title='Rien de mieux qu&apos;un peu d&apos;humour bouddhiste en ces temps de paix mondiale... (un petit effort, on y est presque!)'/><author><name>Juliette Jeanclaude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744019463804203763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/R9_k2q9nskI/AAAAAAAAACs/Fpy0Bo3MZ8c/s72-c/remarques.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-3747614689889116034</id><published>2008-03-12T15:30:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-03-18T01:42:04.014Z</updated><title type='text'>merciii</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/R9f3Sa9nshI/AAAAAAAAACU/6E9oZ8XmXFE/s1600-h/jubonheur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/R9f3Sa9nshI/AAAAAAAAACU/6E9oZ8XmXFE/s400/jubonheur.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176878192533156370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Diminish the pain of distance. Work on it every day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "Comme nous retournions dans la cabane, à la nuit tombée, je me souviens qu'il m'a dit:&lt;br /&gt;   -Evite la tiédeur. Brûle-toi si tu veux, gèle si ça te chante, mais choisis. Si tu te brûles, sois la braise. Si tu te gèles, sois la glace.&lt;br /&gt;   Il s'est assis au bord du feu et il a plongé sa main parmi les tisons, pour les raviver. Je m'en suis effrayé, je lui ai demandé s'il n'avait pas mal. Il m'a dit:&lt;br /&gt;   -Au début il te chatouille, ensuite il t'aime parce que tu es le feu avec lui.&lt;br /&gt;   Il m'a dit aussi:&lt;br /&gt;   -Diminue la douleur de la distance. Travaille à cela tous les jours.&lt;br /&gt;   J'ai pensé (il faisait nuit, j'étais fatigué, j'avais de la peine a ne pas m'endormir devant la flamme de la lampe): "Diminuer la douleur de la distance? Qu'est-ce que cela peut bien signifier? Il faudra que je demande au Chura." Je l'ai interrogé sur le chemin du retour. Il a refusé de me donner la moindre explication. Il m'a dit:&lt;br /&gt;   -Les mots ne sont que des lueurs, des signes. Ils sont les portes des mémoires. Les choses derrière les mots, voilà l'important. Le vieux a inscrit dans ton corps tout ce dont tu auras besoin jusqu'à ta mort, et au-delà. C'est en toi maintenant que tu dois chercher tes réponses.&lt;br /&gt;   -Mais comment les trouver, Chura?&lt;br /&gt;   -Par le sentir. Et t'apprendre le sentir, c'est mon affaire, ne t'inquiète pas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extrait de &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Les sept plumes de l'aigle&lt;/span&gt; de Henri Gougaud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-3747614689889116034?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/3747614689889116034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845651911169592389&amp;postID=3747614689889116034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/3747614689889116034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/3747614689889116034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/2008/03/merci.html' title='merciii'/><author><name>Juliette Jeanclaude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744019463804203763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/R9f3Sa9nshI/AAAAAAAAACU/6E9oZ8XmXFE/s72-c/jubonheur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-7213605642968580218</id><published>2008-02-21T04:19:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-03-12T19:11:29.676Z</updated><title type='text'>Just because it makes me smile for the day</title><content type='html'>It was already four months ago, but whenever I watch it, I smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fWaXXpHki7o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;On the 12th of October 2007 at 7.01pm, in the hall of the Tate Modern, everybody started to dance listening to their music from their MP3 player. A silent clubbing. A pure enjoyment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-7213605642968580218?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/7213605642968580218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845651911169592389&amp;postID=7213605642968580218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/7213605642968580218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/7213605642968580218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-because-it-makes-me-smile-for-day.html' title='Just because it makes me smile for the day'/><author><name>Juliette Jeanclaude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744019463804203763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-3159976089908059712</id><published>2008-02-09T15:28:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-09-29T02:53:32.466+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desiderata</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SOA1DTErQuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/7qz7LiuwwwI/s1600-h/foretblog+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SOA1DTErQuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/7qz7LiuwwwI/s400/foretblog+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251255496289764066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go placidly amidst the noise and haste, &lt;br /&gt;and remember what peace there may be in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as possible without surrender &lt;br /&gt;be on good terms with all persons.&lt;br /&gt;Speak your truth quietly and clearly; &lt;br /&gt;and listen to others, &lt;br /&gt;even the dull and ignorant; &lt;br /&gt;they too have their story.&lt;br /&gt;Avoid loud and agressive persons, &lt;br /&gt;they are vexatious to the spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you compare yourself  with others, &lt;br /&gt;you may become bitter or vain, &lt;br /&gt;for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your achievements as well as you plans.&lt;br /&gt;Keep interested in your own career, however humble; &lt;br /&gt;it is a real possesion in the changing fortunes of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise caution in your business affairs; &lt;br /&gt;for the world is full of trickery.&lt;br /&gt;But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; &lt;br /&gt;many persons strive for high ideals; &lt;br /&gt;and everywhere life is full of heroism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection.&lt;br /&gt;Neither be cynical about love; &lt;br /&gt;for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment &lt;br /&gt;it is perennial as the grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take kindly the counsel of the years, &lt;br /&gt;gracefully surrendering the things of youth.&lt;br /&gt;Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.&lt;br /&gt;But do not distress yourself with imaginings. &lt;br /&gt;Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond a wholesome discipline, &lt;br /&gt;be gentle with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;You are a child of the universe, &lt;br /&gt;no less than the trees and the stars; &lt;br /&gt;you have a right to be here.&lt;br /&gt;And whether or not it is clear to you, &lt;br /&gt;no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore be at peace with God, &lt;br /&gt;whatever you conceive Him to be, &lt;br /&gt;and whatever your labours and aspirations, &lt;br /&gt;in the noisy confusion of life, &lt;br /&gt;keep peace with your soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, &lt;br /&gt;it is still a beautiful world.&lt;br /&gt;Be cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;Strive to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poem written by Max Ehrmann in 1927.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-3159976089908059712?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/3159976089908059712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845651911169592389&amp;postID=3159976089908059712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/3159976089908059712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/3159976089908059712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/2008/02/desiderata.html' title='Desiderata'/><author><name>Juliette Jeanclaude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744019463804203763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SOA1DTErQuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/7qz7LiuwwwI/s72-c/foretblog+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-8227366661548232197</id><published>2008-02-09T02:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-09T02:33:22.252Z</updated><title type='text'>petits poèmes le matin au réveil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/R60Q3jgpT-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/auSPMku--yQ/s1600-h/portraitblanc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/R60Q3jgpT-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/auSPMku--yQ/s400/portraitblanc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164802894274842594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le soleil ouvre une page nouvelle&lt;br /&gt;Elle est toute blanche &lt;br /&gt;Elle est chaude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 octobre 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sur le côté tu dors&lt;br /&gt;Sur le dos tu dors&lt;br /&gt;Sur le ventre tu dors&lt;br /&gt;Et moi j’écris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 octobre 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vie est belle&lt;br /&gt;La vie est belle&lt;br /&gt;La vie est belle&lt;br /&gt;La vie est belle&lt;br /&gt;Lève-toi petit ange!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 Octobre 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J’ai la gorge qui me gratte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 octobre 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bouche béante&lt;br /&gt;Tu bois et tu souffles&lt;br /&gt;Salope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 octobre 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleu ou vert&lt;br /&gt;Rouge ou triste&lt;br /&gt;Jaune ou bleu&lt;br /&gt;Heureux ou gris&lt;br /&gt;Mange, bois, vis&lt;br /&gt;Soleil, violet pensif&lt;br /&gt;Bleu ou vert&lt;br /&gt;Rouge ou triste&lt;br /&gt;Tu es la, infini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 octobre 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-8227366661548232197?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/8227366661548232197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845651911169592389&amp;postID=8227366661548232197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/8227366661548232197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/8227366661548232197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/2008/02/petits-pomes-le-matin-au-rveil.html' title='petits poèmes le matin au réveil'/><author><name>Juliette Jeanclaude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744019463804203763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/R60Q3jgpT-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/auSPMku--yQ/s72-c/portraitblanc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-4462885280628311559</id><published>2008-01-31T01:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-31T02:06:47.172Z</updated><title type='text'>Petit voyage au pays d'Hamlet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/R6EnoTgpT5I/AAAAAAAAABM/GCG9q2bfIrc/s1600-h/gravedigger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/R6EnoTgpT5I/AAAAAAAAABM/GCG9q2bfIrc/s400/gravedigger.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161450221328748434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un fossoyeur creuse une tombe. Il en est tombé des morts ces temps-ci... Quelque chose est pourri au Royaume du Danemark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamlet est un jeune homme un peu torturé, son père vient de mourir et sa mère Gertrude ose se remarier avec son oncle Claudius. Le spectre de son père lui apparaît une nuit pour lui révéler que Claudius l'a empoisonné et qu'il doit le venger. Or Hamlet est amoureux d'Ophélia, mais avec un tel poids sur le dos il ne peut plus lui donner autant d'attention qu'il le voudrait. Et malheureusement, il tue Polonius, le père d'Ophelia, alors que celui-ci l'espionnait derrière un rideau. Ophélia perd la raison et se noie dans un lac. Hamlet l'ignore mais pour son crime est chassé du pays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est ici que le fossoyeur croise le destin d'Hamlet, dans le cimetière où il erre, tapi entre les tombes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/R6EnojgpT6I/AAAAAAAAABU/foHgD9xTxK8/s1600-h/hamlethidden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/R6EnojgpT6I/AAAAAAAAABU/foHgD9xTxK8/s400/hamlethidden.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161450225623715746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lorsqu'il découvre un crâne près d'une fosse, Hamlet s'interroge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/R6EnozgpT7I/AAAAAAAAABc/uf72pXqME8A/s1600-h/skull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/R6EnozgpT7I/AAAAAAAAABc/uf72pXqME8A/s400/skull.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161450229918683058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mais pour qui creuses-tu cette tombe, fossoyeur? Pour un homme?&lt;br /&gt;-Non, Monsieur.&lt;br /&gt;-Pour une femme alors?&lt;br /&gt;-Non plus.&lt;br /&gt;-Pour qui donc alors?&lt;br /&gt;-Pour quelqu'un qui fut une femme mais repose son âme, elle est morte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/R6EnpDgpT8I/AAAAAAAAABk/MnhC9FaUReg/s1600-h/gravediggermeetshamlet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/R6EnpDgpT8I/AAAAAAAAABk/MnhC9FaUReg/s400/gravediggermeetshamlet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161450234213650370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Et cette femme, fût-elle morte, a-t-elle un nom?&lt;br /&gt;-Oui. Ophelia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/R6EnpTgpT9I/AAAAAAAAABs/Iao-SYwtfR8/s1600-h/aria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/R6EnpTgpT9I/AAAAAAAAABs/Iao-SYwtfR8/s400/aria.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161450238508617682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamlet pleure sa tristesse pendant que Laertes, le frère d'Ophelia, songe à venger son père et sa soeur. Lors du combat final, la reine boit dans le verre empoisonné que Claudius a préparé pour Hamlet et meurt tandis que Laertes touche Hamlet de son epée trempée dans le même poison. Alors Hamlet tue Laertes puis Claudius et finalement s'allonge sans vie sur le sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opéra d'Ambroise Thomas&lt;br /&gt;Adapté de William Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;Représentations 17 et 18  Janvier 2008 au Cochrane Theatre à Londres&lt;br /&gt;Mise en scène de Ian MacKenzie-Thurley&lt;br /&gt;Décor et costumes: 9 élèves de Saint Martins dont moi! (les photos ci-dessus, prises par Clarisse d'Arcimoles, sont extraites de la scène que j'ai designée!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-4462885280628311559?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/4462885280628311559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845651911169592389&amp;postID=4462885280628311559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/4462885280628311559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/4462885280628311559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/2008/01/petit-voyage-au-pays-dhamlet.html' title='Petit voyage au pays d&apos;Hamlet'/><author><name>Juliette Jeanclaude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744019463804203763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/R6EnoTgpT5I/AAAAAAAAABM/GCG9q2bfIrc/s72-c/gravedigger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-2026053481023198345</id><published>2008-01-17T02:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-17T02:58:43.408Z</updated><title type='text'>je marche</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/R47EPqmdo_I/AAAAAAAAABE/QrBB6KtBpME/s1600-h/kellyhappycrop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/R47EPqmdo_I/AAAAAAAAABE/QrBB6KtBpME/s400/kellyhappycrop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156274396798493682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je marche &lt;br /&gt;mais je souris pas&lt;br /&gt;ce matin j ai pas de raison de sourire&lt;br /&gt;alors je souris pas&lt;br /&gt;et je marche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je souris pas &lt;br /&gt;mais j'aimerais bien&lt;br /&gt;alors je fais comme si&lt;br /&gt;commme si j'avais une raison de sourire&lt;br /&gt;alors je souris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je souris&lt;br /&gt;et soudain me viennent à l'esprit &lt;br /&gt;mille et une raisons de sourire&lt;br /&gt;alors je souris&lt;br /&gt;et je marche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk&lt;br /&gt;but I don't smile&lt;br /&gt;this morning I have no reason to smile &lt;br /&gt;then I don't smile&lt;br /&gt;and I walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't smile&lt;br /&gt;but I would like to&lt;br /&gt;then I do as if&lt;br /&gt;as if I had a reason to smile&lt;br /&gt;then I smile &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly come to my mind &lt;br /&gt;a thousand and one reasons to smile&lt;br /&gt;then I smile&lt;br /&gt;and I walk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-2026053481023198345?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/2026053481023198345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845651911169592389&amp;postID=2026053481023198345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/2026053481023198345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/2026053481023198345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/2008/01/je-marche.html' title='je marche'/><author><name>Juliette Jeanclaude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744019463804203763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/R47EPqmdo_I/AAAAAAAAABE/QrBB6KtBpME/s72-c/kellyhappycrop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-2452192872722200550</id><published>2007-11-14T01:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T01:28:59.274Z</updated><title type='text'>May you be well. May you be happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/RzpTd098kyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bhpy-jVyoCg/s1600-h/bouddha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/RzpTd098kyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bhpy-jVyoCg/s400/bouddha.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_513250649724187933d0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I learnt that it is useless to try to cover a feeling with a new one, to try to paste an affirmation on top of something you don’t believe in. Don’t try to convince yourself that you are beautiful if you do not think you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I learnt a new kind of Buddhist meditation called “Metta Bhavana” which means “Loving Kindnesss” in Sanscrit and I would like to share it with you. It takes fifteen minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit down comfortably. Start breathing peacefully and feel your body as it is. Feel the environment, the temperature of the room, sounds, people around you, then feel the temperature of your body, your position, your comfort or discomfort. Just feel without judging. You become progressively aware of your whole body, from your toes to your hair, noticing gently where you feel pain, where you feel good, where you feel nothing. After a while, you can focus your attention on you heart and around your heart. It might be warm, it might be cold, it might be nothing. It’s ok. You can now try to visualize yourself in a situation you were at one moment of the day (or just stay focused on your heart, it’s ok as well) and kindly tell yourself: “May you be well. May you be happy. May you be free of suffering. May you make progress.” You can repeat this mantra a few times. Slowly. Kindly.&lt;br /&gt;May you be well.&lt;br /&gt;May you be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can extend that meditation a bit longer if you have more time (the complete session takes half an hour) and bring a friend to your mind. And kindly, you can tell him or her: “May you be well. May you be happy.” &lt;br /&gt;Then, you can think of someone you don’t know but that you see quite often without really noticing him, he may be a cashier, a guardian, a colleague, whoever. And kindly tell him or her: “May you be well. May you be happy.” &lt;br /&gt;Then, you can think of someone you don’t like and, again, kindly tell him or her: “May you be well. May you be happy.”&lt;br /&gt;You can now bring all these four people together: you, your friend, the neutral person and someone you don’t like and wish them well. Then you can extend that loving kindness to the people in the same room, people in the same building, then, outside, in the street, in the town, in the country and further. You can wish to all the people living on the Earth to be well. &lt;br /&gt;May you be well. &lt;br /&gt;May you be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I naively wondered aloud: “Can we love all the time?” &lt;br /&gt;I was wisely answered: “Someone asked Buddha the same question and Buddha replied: “I can’t”. &lt;br /&gt;What a relief for me! My aim has suddenly become a bit more reachable: I cannot love all the time but I can try. Life is a journey. A long and challenging journey that gives us every second the opportunity to make progress. A short and wonderful journey that gives us every second the chance to feel beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I learnt that you can kindly receive anything that comes to you. But you can also choose not to do it. This freedom is our human condition. My meditation teacher just gave us this piece of advice as one of the thousands ways to live our life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let yourself feel what is happening, relax into experience, good or bad. Whatever feelings come to you, say kindly to them: “You are welcome.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-2452192872722200550?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/2452192872722200550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845651911169592389&amp;postID=2452192872722200550' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/2452192872722200550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/2452192872722200550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/2007/11/may-you-be-well-may-you-be-happy.html' title='May you be well. May you be happy.'/><author><name>Juliette Jeanclaude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744019463804203763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/RzpTd098kyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bhpy-jVyoCg/s72-c/bouddha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-6815187121775625347</id><published>2007-11-13T22:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-22T22:34:07.247Z</updated><title type='text'>I am</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/RzpES098kxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ex9P3IjJjS4/s1600-h/monportraitblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/RzpES098kxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ex9P3IjJjS4/s400/monportraitblog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132489815588901650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking at her. I am reading her lines, the lines of her round eyelids, of her high eyebrows, of her wimpy chin and her sharp shoulders. “Are you an artist?” she asks me. I have almost captured the straightness of her hair. “No, I am still a student.” She looks disappointed. Me too. Why am I not an artist already? &lt;br /&gt;Do you remember what Laura told you once in the bus in China? It was an Indian mantra that she kept repeating to herself:&lt;br /&gt;“You already are what you want to be”.&lt;br /&gt;So, be, Juliette. Just, be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am walking down the street, avenue de Friedland in Paris, heading to Le Balzac where I am joining my friends to eat delicious pastas. I am holding the book I discovered a few months ago and that became my “bible”, "Conversations with God" by Neale Donald Walsch. I read a few lines, I walk a few miles. Words that beseech me to be what I really am:&lt;br /&gt;When you pray, don’t wish to be someone different. Be grateful for what you already are. Because every wish you pronounce aloud will become reality. &lt;br /&gt;Thus, if you say: “I want to be rich”. This statement will become reality. That means you will be someone who wants to be rich. &lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, if you say: “Thank you, I am rich.” This statement will become reality. That means you will be someone who is rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words are immediately echoing back very deeply inside my heart. &lt;br /&gt;“I am a painter!” “I am a dancer!” I am shouting in the street!&lt;br /&gt;I am beautiful! I am generous! Je suis aimante! Je suis confiante! I am wonderful! I am an artist! I am a photographer! I am a sculptor! I am a set designer! I am a painter! I am a dancer! I am a painter! I am a painter! I am getting closer and closer to the restaurant. &lt;br /&gt;I am a painter!&lt;br /&gt;I am a painter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside, I meet two friends that I know quite well and a third one that I might have met once. I say to the latter: “Hello! I am sorry I don’t remember your name.” &lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry, she answers, me neither. I don’t remember your name but I do remember that you are a painter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-6815187121775625347?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/6815187121775625347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845651911169592389&amp;postID=6815187121775625347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/6815187121775625347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/6815187121775625347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-am.html' title='I am'/><author><name>Juliette Jeanclaude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744019463804203763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/RzpES098kxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ex9P3IjJjS4/s72-c/monportraitblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-4012363355056500101</id><published>2007-10-15T08:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T05:35:37.506Z</updated><title type='text'>What makes you happy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/RxMT3KKvHeI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Ap0hL5t9aWA/s1600-h/chinalaplusbelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/RxMT3KKvHeI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Ap0hL5t9aWA/s400/chinalaplusbelle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121459039593504226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago, I asked this question to several persons, for an essay that only my teacher was allowed to puzzle out!&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I was reading again what they answered to me, and it made me so happy that I needed to share them with you.&lt;br /&gt;It is now your turn to take a few minutes to recall a moment of happiness, to live it again, taste it, treasure it. Feel free to write on these pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are those wonderful answers that have already been posted… Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qu’est-ce qui vous rend heureux?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il y a quelques mois, j’ai posé cette question à plusieurs personnes de mon entourage ainsi qu’au hasard des rencontres, pour un essai que seul mon professeur a eu droit de déchiffrer!&lt;br /&gt;Ce soir, en relisant les réponses que l’on m’a donnée, j’ai ressenti tellement de joie que je me suis dit qu’il etait temps de les partager…&lt;br /&gt;Si l’idée vous enchante, prenez quelques instants à votre tour pour vous remémorer un moment de bonheur, le revivre, le goûter, le chérir. Puis, écrivez-le ou les sur ces pages…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voici les merveilleuses réponses déjà reçues… Savourez-les!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;friend - friendship&lt;br /&gt;making sport&lt;br /&gt;entertainment&lt;br /&gt;achieve a goal&lt;br /&gt;be faithful to my principles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful sunny sunday mornings like this make me very happy, I think sun helps me be happy or at least a bit more positive in situations that would seem down right awful if the weather wasn't so good. &lt;br /&gt;In the evenings Gecko's have been making me pretty happy recently, watching them run across the ceiling, to knowwhere in particular. they are just so cool and unconcerned by the rest of the world. Apart from the sun light waking me up which is a very good start to the day, rolling over to see I have a text from my boyfriend, that’s an especially good feeling inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1ere chose qui me rend happy: revoir un(e) ami(e) du type "loin des yeux près du coeur". &lt;br /&gt;2) une journée ensoleillée&lt;br /&gt;3) une soirée des supers potes &lt;br /&gt;4) un road trip entre copines, un voyage dans une contrée lointaine, découvrir....&lt;br /&gt;5) trouver un boulot : signer ton 1er CDI notament&lt;br /&gt;6) le début d'une relation amoureuse&lt;br /&gt;7) faire plaisir aux autres&lt;br /&gt;8) du chocolat&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ce qui me rend heureuse, c'est ma première gorgée de thé le matin, sentir le pain qui grille, me balader sur les quais à lyon et faire mon marché dans mon joli panier mexicain, me faire dorer au soleil, préparer un voyage, une bonne bouffe entre potes, penser à un amoureux qui lui aussi penserait à moi...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm! c'est la première fois que je réfléchis précisément à ça!&lt;br /&gt;alors d'abord il y a le chocolat, à toute heure!&lt;br /&gt;prendre le thé avec ma maman vers 16h (teatime!);&lt;br /&gt;partager des moments de folie avec mes amis (pluto le soir kan les âmes se déchaînent)&lt;br /&gt;faire des bisous dans le cou à mon amoureux le matin et puis toute la journée aussi...;&lt;br /&gt;mettre mes mains dans la peinture et fabriquer des grands trucs qui ne veulent rien dire dans mon atelier juska 5h du mat et en avoir partout;&lt;br /&gt;partir en voyage dans des contrées inconnues et rencontrer des gens du pays;&lt;br /&gt;puis revenir à la maison et retrouver mon pti ché moi;&lt;br /&gt;avoir un pti chat (c pour biento!);&lt;br /&gt;et puis oh lala ya tant d'autres choses!&lt;br /&gt;manger des fraises tagada; &lt;br /&gt;faire du vélo la nuit dans Paris; &lt;br /&gt;partir en week end à la campagne avec des copains à l'ancienne; &lt;br /&gt;monter la rue des Martyrs mais pas sous la pluie; &lt;br /&gt;sentir l'odeur et entendre le bruit de la pluie sur les toits de Paris; &lt;br /&gt;et manger du chocolat encore...&lt;br /&gt;sinon j'aime bien kan ya des trucs absurdes qui arrivent mais ça c dur à expliquer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ce qui me rend heureuse, c'est beaucoup la musique, la nature et toutes ses merveilles, un enfant qui chante ou qui rit, un mari qui dit chaque jour "je t'aime"&lt;br /&gt;ma fille quand elle va bien, les efforts que je fais pour évoluer et faire évoluer les gens, une sculpture réussie, le printemps qui arrive un peu en avance et toi qui arrive bientôt!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;les accordéonnistes, les chanteurs, et les petits danseurs du métro parisien, rigolos, médiocres,  paumés, doués, ou shootés, qu'importe, ils me donnent toujours la pêche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ce qui me rend heureux c est simplement rencontrer des gens passionés ainsi que mes propres passions &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knowing that I've made someone else happy&lt;br /&gt;chocolate&lt;br /&gt;some music&lt;br /&gt;thinking of and being with the people i love&lt;br /&gt;the smell of spring&lt;br /&gt;getting a good haircut at the hairdressers&lt;br /&gt;and probably a whole lot of other things that i can't think of right now! &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy life's little moments of happiness such as spending hours in bed eating cookies with the one you love even if the weather is gorgeous outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- spending quality time laughing with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;- Eating a huge hot fudge brownie with vanillia ice cream and not feeling guilty afterwards&lt;br /&gt;- knowing that there are people around you to catch you if you fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ouvrir mes rideaux et voir qu'il fait beau&lt;br /&gt;- 1 bisous dans le cou&lt;br /&gt;- 1 carte postale ou une lettre dans la boite au lettre&lt;br /&gt;- trouver 20p dans le caniveau&lt;br /&gt;- une chanson qui tombe pile au bon moment dans l'bus ( generation ipod!)&lt;br /&gt;- une fete chez d autre gens que moi&lt;br /&gt;- un petit message d'ammurrrrre&lt;br /&gt;- un bon crit&lt;br /&gt;- l'arrivee a gare du nord&lt;br /&gt;- l'arrivee a waterloo&lt;br /&gt;- la corse l'ete, sur un bateau les pieds dans l'eau quand ca avance&lt;br /&gt;- prendre un poisson avant mes freres et mon pere&lt;br /&gt;- gagner aux jeux&lt;br /&gt;- gagner au pocker&lt;br /&gt;- un martini blanc&lt;br /&gt;- ou deux&lt;br /&gt;et beaucoup d'autre chose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-le beau temps&lt;br /&gt;-en vacances, sur un vélo avec du soleil et des habits légers&lt;br /&gt;-revoir mon amoureux après un séjour d'habsence&lt;br /&gt;-la sensation de bien-etre après une douche froide&lt;br /&gt;-une sièste dehors quand il fait beau&lt;br /&gt;-enlever ses chaussures de marche à la fin d'une journée de rando&lt;br /&gt;-les vagues de l'océan&lt;br /&gt;-voyager&lt;br /&gt;-une pierre chaude&lt;br /&gt;-papouiller un chat&lt;br /&gt;-revoir un/une ami/e pas vu/e depuis un moment&lt;br /&gt;-sortir dehors après avoir eu une bonne grippe&lt;br /&gt;-aller jusqu'au bout de mon travail à faire&lt;br /&gt;-boire du super bon vin&lt;br /&gt;-le feu d'une cheminée&lt;br /&gt;-rêver à ce que je ferais quand...je serai en vacance, qd je serai riche, qd j'aurrai plus à m'épiller, quand je serai mince et musclée, quand j'airai mon propre spectacle en main et que je devrai annuler des dates tellement y'en aurra...trop busy!...etc&lt;br /&gt;-boire un truc frais sur une terrace de café un soir doux&lt;br /&gt;-flaner dans une ville&lt;br /&gt;-chanter à tue-tete dans la montagne au milieu de rien&lt;br /&gt;-voir un lever de soleil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- playing with my kids on the beach&lt;br /&gt;- watching my daughters play musical instuments in public&lt;br /&gt;- meeting up with ex-students who value what they got from the course&lt;br /&gt;- reading to my son (4)&lt;br /&gt;- watching football on TV late at night&lt;br /&gt;- having sex with my wife in hotels&lt;br /&gt;- being able to help students&lt;br /&gt;- watching theatre that is honest&lt;br /&gt;- drinking cold vodka&lt;br /&gt;- drinking coffee after going to the gymn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En ce moment c'est ma nouvelle compagne mais c'est un secret à ne répéter à&lt;br /&gt;personne. C'est trop récent pour que j'en parle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En ce moment je me sens heureuse quand...&lt;br /&gt;je rentre chez mes parents. &lt;br /&gt;Dans une belle maison comfortable,&lt;br /&gt;avec une porte au fond du jardin qui donne directement sur la forêt.&lt;br /&gt;Une forêt magnifique!&lt;br /&gt;Alors je vais me promener, &lt;br /&gt;et là je me sens heureuse ! &lt;br /&gt;Je marche en regardant en l'air, &lt;br /&gt;la cîme des arbres et le ciel ça me fait perdre mes repères.&lt;br /&gt;J'aime les arbres, le vent, le bruit, les oiseaux.&lt;br /&gt;c'est tellement beau que j'ai des vagues de bonheur ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - être avec ceux que j'aime&lt;br /&gt; - partager un verres avec mes bonnes amies et refaire le monde&lt;br /&gt; - sentir le soleil sur mon visage&lt;br /&gt; - serrer les gens que j'aime dans les bras&lt;br /&gt; - pouvoir péter des câbles lorsque bon me semble&lt;br /&gt; - voyager&lt;br /&gt; - les félicitations pour quelque chose que j'ai effectué ou fait&lt;br /&gt; Et bien d'autres choses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jouer à l'ordinateur, faire du ski, être tranquille aussi à la maison...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voir mes copains, aller à mes boums, jouer à l'ordinateur et regarder des comiques sur DVD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;courir et... regarder les "gonzesses" ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour ma part, ce sont pleins pleins de petites choses qui me rendent heureuse: &lt;br /&gt;- l'amour &lt;br /&gt;- le soleil &lt;br /&gt;- la montagne enneigée et cette impression de liberté qui s'en dégage, &lt;br /&gt;- une ballade dans un endroit inconnu, &lt;br /&gt;- les voyages, découvrir les autres, &lt;br /&gt;- le plaisir d'être en famille, &lt;br /&gt;- réussir chaque jour des choses que je n'arrivais pas à faire la veille &lt;br /&gt;bon et pleins pleins d'autres, je crois que je dois être assez banale finalement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il y a tellement de choses ou plutôt de petites choses qui me rendent heureuse et puis il y a les grands moments de bonheur qui sont liés à ma vie sentimentale, ma rencontre avec mon mari et surtout à mes enfants. Sans oublier ma famille évidemment :&lt;br /&gt; Aujourd'hui les petites choses qui me rendent heureuses sont finalement liées aux 5 sens:&lt;br /&gt; - Respirer. Quand on a eu des crises d'asthmes à l'adolescence et même à 32 ans (séjour d'une semaine à l'hôspital !) respirer à pleins poumons est un pur bonheur ! Respirer les parfums odorants des jardins l'été, l'air de la mer l'été en fin de journée quand le soleil se couche, le melon que l'on vient de couper, l'odeur de la confiture d'abricot en train de mijoter...&lt;br /&gt; - Toucher. Toucher à tout: les fesses des bébés, le sable chaud, les tissus tout doux, le velours des roses, l'eau, la neige qui tombe, le papier de soie, le papier à grains un peu rugueux, la peau chauffée par le soleil ou lissée par une crème de soins, le ventre des chats quand ils s'étirent de tout leur long, les cheveux tout doux de mes enfants...Sentir ma jupe se balancer à chaque pas rapide sur mes mollets quand je porte une jupe finalement pas très souvent...Se faire envelopper par l'eau brûlante du bain quand je suis bien fatiguée.&lt;br /&gt; - Manger: les tartines du petit déjeuner trempées dans du café bien fort, du cheese-cake, du gâteau au chocolat quand il sort du four (même si c'est indigeste), la glace à la vanille de chez Berthillon, le fromage avec de la roquette, du chocolat blanc à la crème fraîche, etc tout ce qui est bon et pas seulement les desserts.&lt;br /&gt; - Voir : les couleurs, le ciel nuageux du Touquet, les gens que j'aime, revoir Bourvil dans le Corniaud quand Louis de funès déglingue sa voiture qui va beaucoup moins bien marcher qu'avant avec son volant dans les mains...&lt;br /&gt;- Ecouter: le son des arbres quand il y a du vent, les éclats de rire des enfants, le silence, la musique que j'aime, le silence, les voix, l'orage et les éclairs, le flux et le reflux des vagues, le son des skis sur la neige quand je prends le stéléski le 1er jour des vacances, les chants des oiseaux au printemps...Bon ça suffit pour l'ouïe...&lt;br /&gt; Et puis ce qui me rend heureuse c'est aussi d'écrire. Merci Juliette pour cet instant de bonheur ! Le bonheur finalement ce sont les autres...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;colors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-4012363355056500101?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/4012363355056500101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845651911169592389&amp;postID=4012363355056500101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/4012363355056500101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/4012363355056500101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-makes-you-happy-quest-ce-qui-vous.html' title='What makes you happy?'/><author><name>Juliette Jeanclaude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744019463804203763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/RxMT3KKvHeI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Ap0hL5t9aWA/s72-c/chinalaplusbelle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-1055835847252811091</id><published>2007-10-06T20:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T20:13:07.935+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Est ce que ça va durer encore longtemps putain?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/RwfckFstBwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/bBnTVLBUA3A/s1600-h/iledeserteweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/RwfckFstBwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/bBnTVLBUA3A/s400/iledeserteweb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118302014092936962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je crois bien être la fille la plus optimiste du monde, je fais confiance avant de me méfier, je sais que l’amour vaincra mais quand même putain, j’ai envie de l’écrire.&lt;br /&gt;Putain&lt;br /&gt;Est-ce que lorsque vous lisez VSD ou Paris Match ou n'importe quel magazine sur lequel vous êtes tombé par le plus grand des hasards, est-ce que vous vous êtes déjà arrêté devant une image de guerre? Je veux dire arrêter plus de 30 secondes?&lt;br /&gt;Est-ce que vous avez déjà pris le temps, de la regarder cette photo, cette photo qui montre un corps mort, ou deux ou cent, mais un suffit. Juste un corps. Une personne qui une minute avant avait toute la vie devant elle pour danser pour rêver et même si elle avait pas grand-chose à manger elle avait elle, et il n’y rien de plus précieux que soi même (et donc par extension, toute chose vivante sur cette terre…)&lt;br /&gt;Plus jamais je ne regarderai une image en me disant ah c est horrible et je passe à la suivante. Non Juliette c’est la réalité regarde la observe bien. Elle fait partie de notre monde. Une guerre c’est bien réel, c est pas un char et des treillis avec des mitraillettes. Enfin si mais le char il a un canon dedans et dans les treillis y a des vrais gens, avec des poils, une peau toute fine qui quand tu la perces, elle saigne, des ongles qui poussent et qu’on a envie de ronger, des petits boutons dans le dos qui viennent nous enquiquiner, et surtout des poumons, des poumons qui ressemblent à de la peau de lait quand il a bouilli, une bouche qui recueille le sel des larmes quand on a trop pleuré, des yeux qui peuvent tout dire, des mains qui effleurent quand elles veulent, des genoux qui tiraillent après avoir couru, des os, des os qui ont grandi petit a petit, millimètre par millimètre depuis qu’on est venu au monde se nourrissant de ce qu’on a pu leur donner à manger. 5,56 millimètres, c’est le diamètre d’une balle de mitraillette. Une mitraillette qui peut tirer 950 munitions par minute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je comprends pas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-1055835847252811091?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/1055835847252811091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845651911169592389&amp;postID=1055835847252811091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/1055835847252811091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/1055835847252811091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/2007/10/est-ce-que-va-durer-encore-longtemps.html' title='Est ce que ça va durer encore longtemps putain?'/><author><name>Juliette Jeanclaude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744019463804203763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/RwfckFstBwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/bBnTVLBUA3A/s72-c/iledeserteweb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845651911169592389.post-1736592686541513211</id><published>2007-10-01T01:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T01:55:03.074+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/RwBDqBltcSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/iIejcC5zFXs/s1600-h/bonheurinde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/RwBDqBltcSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/iIejcC5zFXs/s400/bonheurinde.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116163565953052962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be a magician. &lt;br /&gt;If everything were possible, I would be a magician. Sprinkling glitters of love from my fingertips to anyone I came across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Des paillettes d’amour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we can love ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;So we can love others.&lt;br /&gt;Unconditionally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t want to pour this love on you like I would squeeze a sponge soaked with water. I want you to choose it.&lt;br /&gt;You are the only one who can find this love for yourself and for the world, because this love is inside you. It is like a little window waiting to be opened. The window of your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop for a second. Breathe slowly. Very slowly... Feel that second.&lt;br /&gt;Smell it. &lt;br /&gt;Listen to it. &lt;br /&gt;Taste it. &lt;br /&gt;In that second, you are free. Free to be whoever you want to be. Free to think and act exactly as you want to. You are conscious.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now I can tell you something:&lt;br /&gt;Every second in your life is the same as this second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine your life as an eternal now. Every second offers you the opportunity to be. By making a choice. You always have the choice between love and fear. Masters always make the choice of love. And we all can be masters.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be afraid. Open the window. Trust your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you are not sure, ask yourself: &lt;br /&gt;“How the highest part of me would react?”&lt;br /&gt; “What would Love do?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think and act every second following the “Highest You”, you will start loving whatever happens to you, as an experience to make Love grow inside you. You will start flying instead of crawling. Fly. Fly in the ocean of Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum told me once: “Occupe-toi d’abord de faire briller ta lumière et laisse-la se charger d’éclairer les autres”. &lt;br /&gt;Faites-vous du bien, nourrissez votre esprit, marchez dans la forêt, chantez, dansez, aimez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t force you.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I can do is sharing with you the Beauty of life I can feel everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845651911169592389-1736592686541513211?l=unboutdhumain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/feeds/1736592686541513211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845651911169592389&amp;postID=1736592686541513211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/1736592686541513211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845651911169592389/posts/default/1736592686541513211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unboutdhumain.blogspot.com/2007/10/introduction.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>Juliette Jeanclaude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744019463804203763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/SNa03uZmzUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nXkxDp3mJK8/S220/ju.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1LTtZFfqhA/RwBDqBltcSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/iIejcC5zFXs/s72-c/bonheurinde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
