tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33171628919638950752012-01-20T22:39:04.765+01:00un blog qui va vous remettre sur pieds et en lisant mes poèmesEmmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06748903078853040154noreply@blogger.comBlogger211100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317162891963895075.post-39982433820144165782011-02-23T16:39:00.000+01:002011-02-23T16:40:09.940+01:00<span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><em>Lune argentée<br />Course élancée<br />Espoir</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317162891963895075-3998243382014416578?l=lecoeursurlatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06748903078853040154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317162891963895075.post-60481037279701293452011-02-23T16:35:00.000+01:002011-02-23T16:36:22.963+01:00<span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"><em>Hurlement du Chaos<br />Souffle de l’Harmonie<br />Liberté</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317162891963895075-6048103727970129345?l=lecoeursurlatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06748903078853040154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317162891963895075.post-4883424320194430042011-02-23T16:34:00.001+01:002011-02-23T16:35:46.559+01:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#660000;"><em>Gémissement du jour<br />Force de la nuit<br />Renaissance</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317162891963895075-488342432019443004?l=lecoeursurlatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06748903078853040154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317162891963895075.post-26166604396643747132010-11-13T15:33:00.003+01:002010-11-13T17:52:44.448+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jtFG6LoQduQ/TN7AzdtFCpI/AAAAAAAAAEI/m2AWrZ4Um_I/s1600/hiver-pour%2Ble%2Bblog.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539076582091852434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jtFG6LoQduQ/TN7AzdtFCpI/AAAAAAAAAEI/m2AWrZ4Um_I/s320/hiver-pour%2Ble%2Bblog.jpg" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Le soleil disparait,</div><div>L'hiver apparait.</div><br /><div></div><div>Les couleurs s'évaporent,</div><div>Et les ours s'endorent.</div><br /><div></div><div>Le froid revient,</div><div>Avec l'air de rien,</div><div>Faisant trembler tous les petits chiens.</div><br /><div></div><div>Malgré tout en hiver,</div><div>Il y a toujours des mystères:</div><div>Des lutins qui sont verts,</div><div>Des cadeaux qui sentent la mer</div><div>Un peu même le monde à l'envers!</div><br /><div></div><div>Et le père Noël,</div><div>Triomphant a noël,</div><br /><div>Jusché sur ses douze rennes.</div><br /><div></div><div>Offrant des cadeaux </div><div>mais pas à tout les petits rigolo.</div><br /><div></div><div>Cet hiver si blanc,</div><div>Avec en plus tout ce vent,</div><div>Il est tellement galant!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317162891963895075-2616660439664374713?l=lecoeursurlatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06748903078853040154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317162891963895075.post-42817687336543332982010-05-02T15:03:00.000+02:002010-05-02T15:04:05.221+02:00De longues vacances à la plage,<br />Pour pouvoir tourner une page.<br /><br />De longues attentes de rage,<br />Pour pouvoir partir à la nage.<br /><br />De courtes heures de malheur,<br />Pour retourner au bonheur.<br /><br />De courtes phrases a toutes heures,<br />Pour avoir des nouvelles de ses sœurs.<br /><br />De longues choses,<br />De courtes choses,<br />Et autre chose?<br />Oui, une pause!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317162891963895075-4281768733654333298?l=lecoeursurlatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06748903078853040154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317162891963895075.post-73413122629565355722010-03-02T11:55:00.004+01:002010-03-02T12:42:06.998+01:00<span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jtFG6LoQduQ/S4zwiAu0mmI/AAAAAAAAADA/Hk6IvHI3ooY/s1600-h/statue+liberty+"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jtFG6LoQduQ/S4zwiAu0mmI/AAAAAAAAADA/Hk6IvHI3ooY/s200/statue+liberty+" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443990516686690914" border="0" /></a><br /><br />La statue de la liberté,<br />Qu'est-ce qu'elle avait un grand nez!<br />Sa fausse flamme dans la main,<br />Du soir jusqu'au matin.<br /><br />Les sept pointes de sa couronne,<br />Avait l'air de peser une tonne.<br /><br />Avec sa robe longue,<br />Sur ses tongues,<br /> Les cheveux court,<br /> Mais de velours,<br /> Ses beaux yeux,<br /> Curieux et bleus,<br /> Elle avait l'air<br /> D'une belle mère,<br /> Qui ne voudrait jamais la guerre.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317162891963895075-7341312262956535572?l=lecoeursurlatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06748903078853040154noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317162891963895075.post-59688602804003777292010-01-27T13:18:00.003+01:002010-01-27T13:34:45.540+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jtFG6LoQduQ/S2AwFOk-VBI/AAAAAAAAACw/Qx1a0HwGjcI/s1600-h/2022-fee-assise-dans-la-foret-WallFizz.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431394016979473426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jtFG6LoQduQ/S2AwFOk-VBI/AAAAAAAAACw/Qx1a0HwGjcI/s200/2022-fee-assise-dans-la-foret-WallFizz.jpg" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Les fées du soir</div><div> </div><div>Les fées du soir,</div><div>sont toutes noires,</div><div>Leurs ailes sont ,</div><div>plutôt marron.</div><div> </div><div>Quand on les touches,</div><div>Elles frémoussent.</div><div> </div><div>Quand on leurs parlent,</div><div>Elles se régalent.</div><div> </div><div>Si on essaye de les attraper,</div><div>Elles se mettent á courir sur nos pieds.</div><div> </div><div>Et si on tente de les kidnapper,</div><div>Elles se mettent a s'envoler.</div><div> </div><div>Les fées du soir ,</div><div>Les fées du jour, </div><div>Elles courent toujours,</div><div>Pour leur propres jours.</div><div> </div><div>Emma</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317162891963895075-5968860280400377729?l=lecoeursurlatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06748903078853040154noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317162891963895075.post-54911936328727447932010-01-27T12:56:00.004+01:002010-01-27T13:18:02.301+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jtFG6LoQduQ/S2AuclSnMEI/AAAAAAAAACo/QNDdp84etyU/s1600-h/oiseau1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 84px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431392219190210626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jtFG6LoQduQ/S2AuclSnMEI/AAAAAAAAACo/QNDdp84etyU/s200/oiseau1.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br />Les oiseaux de tout les temps</div><div> </div><div>Jolie pie,<br />Déploie tes ailes,<br />et envole toi au loin.<br />Pour que je puisse t'admirer.<br /><br />Un jour moi aussi,<br />j'aurai de jolies ailes,je les deployrai.<br />Pour qu'on puisse m'observer.<br /><br />Déploie tes ailes,<br />Ma belle Hirondelle,<br />Et quand j'aurai des ailes,<br />Tu m'apprendras á voler .<br /><br />Emma</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317162891963895075-5491193632872744793?l=lecoeursurlatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06748903078853040154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317162891963895075.post-83705689753579174842009-09-25T21:26:00.005+02:002009-09-25T21:40:45.798+02:00<div align="center"> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jtFG6LoQduQ/Sr0bmaaevVI/AAAAAAAAACg/JDbe3UoGmP4/s1600-h/ciel+avec+etoile.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385491076144348498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jtFG6LoQduQ/Sr0bmaaevVI/AAAAAAAAACg/JDbe3UoGmP4/s320/ciel+avec+etoile.bmp" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#000000;">Ce soir,</span><br /><br />Il fait tres noir,<br /><br />Les étoiles bougent,<br /><br />Meme les rouges,<br /><br />Les hibous sortent,<br /><br />Manger les souris mortes,<br /><br />Les renards ont faim,<br /><br />Pour manger 10 lapins,<br /><br />Les moustiques piquent,<br /><br />Et saluent les tiques,<br /><br />Et pour cette fin,<br /><br />Nous buvons du vin<br /><br />SANTÉ!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317162891963895075-8370568975357917484?l=lecoeursurlatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06748903078853040154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317162891963895075.post-54535533676053047032009-07-12T21:42:00.004+02:002009-07-12T22:00:49.257+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jtFG6LoQduQ/SlpAPa-XRDI/AAAAAAAAACY/BgHhc2hSP0A/s1600-h/clown.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357665340393735218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jtFG6LoQduQ/SlpAPa-XRDI/AAAAAAAAACY/BgHhc2hSP0A/s320/clown.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330099;"> LE CIRQUE</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"> Quand le clown est maquillé, </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;"> Les enfants sont amusé</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#6600cc;"> Quand le magicien porte sa main,</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#6600cc;"> Sur le chapeau d'où sort le lapin,</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#6600cc;"> Les enfants rêvent d'un daim,</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#6600cc;"> Copain du petit lapin</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"> Quant la belle acrobate,</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"> Avance a quatre pattes,</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"> Les enfants s'imaginent, </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"> Une jolie figurine</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;"> Quand les lions sortent des cages,</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;"> Qu'ils bavent comme si ils avaient la rage,</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;"> Les enfants sont effrayés,</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;"> Pour le beau dompteur rayé</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc66cc;"> Quant tout se spectacle s'unit,</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc66cc;"> On se croirait en état unis,</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc66cc;"> Sous le beau ciel de pluie ,</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc66cc;"> S'ouvre le cirque des petits !</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317162891963895075-5453553367605304703?l=lecoeursurlatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06748903078853040154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317162891963895075.post-32222538763881947322009-03-28T14:28:00.003+01:002009-03-28T14:44:30.897+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtFG6LoQduQ/Sc4pnKKpopI/AAAAAAAAACI/LV8waEVFRMo/s1600-h/chat.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318233962691797650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtFG6LoQduQ/Sc4pnKKpopI/AAAAAAAAACI/LV8waEVFRMo/s320/chat.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;">Le chat est blanc,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;">Et il passe son temps,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;">Le chat est noir,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;">Et habite au manoir,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;">Le chat est dorée,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;">Mais il aime l'argentée,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;">Le chat est brun,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;">Et il mange du pain,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;">Le chat est beige,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;">Et court dans la neige,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;">Les chats sont gentils</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;">Mais ils mangent des souris !</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317162891963895075-3222253876388194732?l=lecoeursurlatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06748903078853040154noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317162891963895075.post-72032505654486010472009-03-28T14:17:00.003+01:002009-03-28T14:25:59.061+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jtFG6LoQduQ/Sc4lRR4u1FI/AAAAAAAAACA/8O8yglU92ns/s1600-h/hiver.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318229188760491090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jtFG6LoQduQ/Sc4lRR4u1FI/AAAAAAAAACA/8O8yglU92ns/s320/hiver.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">L'hiver est froid,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">Plus froid qu'un roi,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">La neige est blanche,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">Plus blanche qu'une planche,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">Les chalet sont grands,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">Plus grand qu'un plan,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">Mais l'hiver est chouette,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">Car on fait la fête!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317162891963895075-7203250565448601047?l=lecoeursurlatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06748903078853040154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317162891963895075.post-23335276741835808432009-03-22T19:24:00.010+01:002009-03-28T14:17:41.222+01:00<div align="left"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jtFG6LoQduQ/ScaCi_mMeHI/AAAAAAAAAB4/y3rVsy5BBxE/s1600-h/carte4-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316079947856246898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jtFG6LoQduQ/ScaCi_mMeHI/AAAAAAAAAB4/y3rVsy5BBxE/s320/carte4-2.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;">Tout le monde a le droit,</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;">D'avoir son propre choix.</span></strong> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317162891963895075-2333527674183580843?l=lecoeursurlatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06748903078853040154noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317162891963895075.post-63716841578080302762009-03-18T20:37:00.004+01:002009-03-18T21:00:14.149+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtFG6LoQduQ/ScFSxXLVMxI/AAAAAAAAABo/gf6VGVYXz8I/s1600-h/QA2623~Le-Taxi-Jaune-Posters.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314620043262505746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtFG6LoQduQ/ScFSxXLVMxI/AAAAAAAAABo/gf6VGVYXz8I/s320/QA2623~Le-Taxi-Jaune-Posters.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;">Votre Taxi,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;">Est tout petit,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;">Même Rikiki,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;">Il avance vite,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;">Comme une truite,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;">Ou une fuite,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;">Il sent la fumée,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;">Et aussi les clès,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;">Que vous avez,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;">Sous votre <span style="color:#999900;">NEZ !</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317162891963895075-6371684157808030276?l=lecoeursurlatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06748903078853040154noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317162891963895075.post-7583656152074334382009-03-18T14:25:00.004+01:002009-03-18T14:42:27.305+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtFG6LoQduQ/ScD6OS9qPhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QmAHu4Cafmw/s1600-h/di08_+feu_de_nuage.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtFG6LoQduQ/ScD6OS9qPhI/AAAAAAAAABg/QmAHu4Cafmw/s320/di08_+feu_de_nuage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314522683812757010" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Cœur de joie,<br />Court vers moi,<br />Le cœur dans l'air,<br />Pas la misère.<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Cœur d'enfer,<br />Croise le fer,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Dans seul la misère,<br />Sont tes journée,<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Cœur de joie<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">o<span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">u<br />Cœur d'enfer,<br />Tu ne pourras pas <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">CHANGER !</span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /></span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317162891963895075-758365615207433438?l=lecoeursurlatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06748903078853040154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317162891963895075.post-59889374469292638282009-03-18T08:27:00.005+01:002009-03-18T08:39:43.164+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jtFG6LoQduQ/ScClKYsFdmI/AAAAAAAAABY/6pXDkcs2Z9Y/s1600-h/coeur.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314429158141818466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jtFG6LoQduQ/ScClKYsFdmI/AAAAAAAAABY/6pXDkcs2Z9Y/s320/coeur.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Le coeur sur la tête,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">ça vaut une p'tite fête,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Avec des chausettes,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Et des claquettes.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Il y aura des confittis,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Et peut-être des graffitis,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">L'important c'est qu'on sourit,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Comme Léonard de Vinci,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Qui profitais de sa vie!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317162891963895075-5988937446929263828?l=lecoeursurlatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06748903078853040154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317162891963895075.post-65868166843513914222009-03-18T08:13:00.005+01:002009-03-20T18:34:41.188+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jtFG6LoQduQ/ScChzzJqBlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/-iPnfzJfBDs/s1600-h/arbre_8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314425471573296722" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jtFG6LoQduQ/ScChzzJqBlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/-iPnfzJfBDs/s320/arbre_8.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:Verdana;" >La vie se plie,se tortille,et elle lit,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:Verdana;" >Elle lit dans les pensée, pas qu'une seule pincée,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:Verdana;" >Elle lit dans l'amour,pour connaître les mamours,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:Verdana;" >Elle lit dans les souvenirs,où on avait le sourire,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:Verdana;" >Elle lit dans la pollution,où il n'y a pas de natation,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:Verdana;" >Elle lit dans le malheur,qui cause des douleurs,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:Verdana;" >Elle lit dans le plaisir,où tout le monde peut rire,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:Verdana;" >Elle lit pour finir,dans les familles heureuses et silencieuses.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317162891963895075-6586816684351391422?l=lecoeursurlatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06748903078853040154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317162891963895075.post-14813965539280988082009-03-18T07:45:00.007+01:002009-03-18T21:07:10.990+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jtFG6LoQduQ/ScFUaVeUOMI/AAAAAAAAABw/tiHmta4bggc/s1600-h/531273371_small.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314621846691526850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jtFG6LoQduQ/ScFUaVeUOMI/AAAAAAAAABw/tiHmta4bggc/s320/531273371_small.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Je me tenais à un arbre. Ma tête tournais, c'est comme si j'allais m'évanouir. Mais je</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">sentais que je revenais à moi,quand tout à coup j'entendais du bruits </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">dans le buisson. Un Rix* survenait devant mes pieds. Ma sueur coulait puis s'évaporait en fumée. Je sortit ma baguette,puis répétais dans ma tête les paroles d'une formule:"Alfa </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Molus,</span> <span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Veri Rix po elva". Puis le Rix arrêta de baver et me lécha."Pouah" me dit-je "ça pue".</span> <span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Pour faire un essai je me lève et je dit :"Laisse moi te</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">monter dessus et envole toi."</span> <span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Je n'ai pas eu à le répéter le Rix se bessa ,je monta dessus puis il s'envola !</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;">*LE MéLANGE D'UN LOUP ET D'UN DRAGON.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317162891963895075-1481396553928098808?l=lecoeursurlatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06748903078853040154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317162891963895075.post-88560959201863434182009-03-17T21:04:00.000+01:002009-03-17T21:33:13.831+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jtFG6LoQduQ/ScAIFjpHzLI/AAAAAAAAAAo/x9vL3B7KGBo/s1600-h/3mats.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314256451857271986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jtFG6LoQduQ/ScAIFjpHzLI/AAAAAAAAAAo/x9vL3B7KGBo/s320/3mats.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;">Mon beau bateau à 3 mats</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">Qui navigue sur l'océan,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">Avec des voiles tout en blanc,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">Brodée de fil dorée,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">Pour se faire remaqué !</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">Marin pour l'étérnité,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">Ou marin pour jamais!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">Il faut choisir</span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">Tu veux voir les poissons,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">et les îles magnifique ?,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">Ou les misérables voitures,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">Et des villes polués ?</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">Marin pour l'étérnité,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">Ou marin pour jamais,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">Ne commet pas l'erreur !</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">Tu ne pourras pas reculer.</span></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317162891963895075-8856095920186343418?l=lecoeursurlatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06748903078853040154noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317162891963895075.post-66235097854409695532009-03-17T20:30:00.000+01:002009-03-17T21:57:18.784+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtFG6LoQduQ/ScAJ1rxV-iI/AAAAAAAAAAw/u-g_hiDQ5l4/s1600-h/pommes-u557x.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314258378184587810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtFG6LoQduQ/ScAJ1rxV-iI/AAAAAAAAAAw/u-g_hiDQ5l4/s320/pommes-u557x.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">Elles vont nous prédirent,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">Que les pommes vont pourir,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">Les rouges,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">Partent et bougent,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">Les vertes,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">Courent à leur perte,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">Les jaunes,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">Nourissent les mômes.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">Mais dans tous ça,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">Se sont des menteuses,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">Car les pommes sont juteuses,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">Et ça ne changera pas.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317162891963895075-6623509785440969553?l=lecoeursurlatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06748903078853040154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317162891963895075.post-10180630751292948312009-03-17T19:33:00.002+01:002011-04-14T17:48:13.333+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jtFG6LoQduQ/Sb_wR24LDEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3-AvTfQduG4/s1600-h/CIMG0061.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 25px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 35px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314230274900036674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jtFG6LoQduQ/Sb_wR24LDEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3-AvTfQduG4/s320/CIMG0061.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-family:arial;">Bonjour je m'appell<span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">e <em>emma, j'ecris des poemes depuis 4 ans et je m'inspire souvent de </em>rimes.</span></span> <br /><div><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" ></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317162891963895075-1018063075129294831?l=lecoeursurlatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06748903078853040154noreply@blogger.com0