tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71998230795893375512024-03-14T09:13:32.351+01:00Le Grand hôtel des CerisiersInauguré en juin 1903, cet hôtel de 359 chambres (dont dix neuf sont offertes aux indigents) plus une suite "Françoise Sagan" fut revisité par les architectes en 1920 dans un style « Art déco ». Il est situé au cœur même de la ville dans un cadre reposant et magnifique bordé de jardins.
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Ton corps<br />
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L’aimé<br />
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Déraisonnons !<b><o:p></o:p></b></div>
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Brûle mon âme<br />
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surtout Claude Debussy, ainsi que le pop rock tels que les Beatles et les
Rolling Stones. Il a suivi les cours de l'Université des Beaux-Arts et de
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Images de mon ami Bin <span lang="EN-US">王荣斌</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "ms gothic"; mso-bidi-font-family: "MS Gothic"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"> </span><span style="font-family: "ms gothic"; mso-bidi-font-family: "MS Gothic"; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">depuis Shenzhen<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Shenzhen est une ville sous-provinciale de la province du
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Code postal : Ville: 518000<o:p></o:p></div>
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Code aéroport : SZX<o:p></o:p></div>
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Heure locale : lundi 21:48<o:p></o:p></div>
Population : 11,91 millions (2016)<br />
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Ton corps<o:p></o:p></div>
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Je le reçois cette nuit<o:p></o:p></div>
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Comme une éclaboussure<o:p></o:p></div>
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Comme une harde jetée<o:p></o:p></div>
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Contre ma nudité<o:p></o:p></div>
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Informe<o:p></o:p></div>
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Et belliqueuse.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Heurte mon ventre <o:p></o:p></div>
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De tes désirs de pierres.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Blesse mon errance.<o:p></o:p></div>
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La lune<o:p></o:p></div>
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Cette nuit<o:p></o:p></div>
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Est faite d’un miel dégoulinant et de Cranberry<o:p></o:p></div>
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Au fond d’une tasse <o:p></o:p></div>
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Blanche.<o:p></o:p></div>
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J’ai chaud <o:p></o:p></div>
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Rend plus inévitable encore <o:p></o:p></div>
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A l’approche de lendemains <o:p></o:p></div>
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Troublants<o:p></o:p></div>
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La mort.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Déraisonnons !<o:p></o:p></div>
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En ton nombril crevé <o:p></o:p></div>
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Une fleur.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Et au mont de ta verge<o:p></o:p></div>
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Une citadelle <o:p></o:p></div>
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Où avalent des amants<o:p></o:p></div>
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Au-dessus<o:p></o:p></div>
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D’une vallée<o:p></o:p></div>
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De fruits. <o:p></o:p><br />
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LE CHIEN DE BRISQUET<o:p></o:p></div>
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Une légende de L’Eure.<o:p></o:p></div>
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(Suite extrait n°4, 5 et 6)<o:p></o:p><br />
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- Paix, lui dit Brisquette. Ecoute, Biscotine, va jusque
devant la butte pour savoir si ton père ne revient pas. Et toi, Biscotin, suis
le chemin au long de l'étang, en prenant bien garde s'il n'y a pas de piquets
qui manquent. Et crie fort "Brisquet, Brisquet !" ... Paix, la
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Les enfants allèrent, allèrent, et quand ils se furent
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- Mordienne, dit Biscotin, je retrouverai notre pauvre père
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- Pardienne, dit Biscotine, ils m'y mangeront bien aussi.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Pendant ce temps-là...<o:p></o:p></div>
Brisquet était revenu par le grand
chemin de Puchay, en passant à la Croix aux Ânes, sur l'abbaye de Mortemer,
parce qu'il avait une hottée de cotrets à fournir chez Jean Pasquier.<br />
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- As-tu vu nos enfants ? lui dit Brisquette<o:p></o:p></div>
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- Nos enfants ? dit Brisquet. Nos enfants ? Mon dieu !
Sont-ils sortis ?<o:p></o:p></div>
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- Je les ai envoyés à ta rencontre jusqu'à la butte et à
l'étang, mais tu as pris un autre chemin.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Brisquet ne posa pas sa hache. Il se mit à courir du côté de
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- Si tu menais la Bichonne ? lui cria Brisquette<o:p></o:p></div>
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La Bichonne était déjà bien loin. Elle était si loin que
Brisquet la perdit bientôt de vue. Et il avait beau crier : "Biscotin,
Biscotine !", on ne lui répondait pas. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Alors il se prit à pleurer, parce qu'il s'imagina que ses
enfants étaient perdus. Après avoir couru longtemps, longtemps, il lui sembla
reconnaître la voix de la Bichonne. Il marcha droit dans le fourré, à l'endroit
où il l'avait entendue, et il entra, sa bonne hache levée. La Bichonne était
arrivée là, au moment où Biscotin et Biscotine allaient être dévorés par un
gros loup. Elle s'était jetée en aboyant, pour que ses abois avertissent
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Brisquet d'un coup de sa bonne hache renversa le loup roide
mort mais il était trop tard pour la Bichonne. Elle ne vivait déjà plus.<o:p></o:p><br />
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