tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36492894687723484392011-07-28T21:34:45.022-07:00Alphonse SALAFIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03361031681246055558noreply@blogger.comBlogger131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649289468772348439.post-6386827139971914522009-06-21T05:19:00.000-07:002009-11-01T10:25:46.385-08:00<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:small;">[ou comment décapiter la démocratie]..."</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div>Voici un travail démarré avec Nicole Fraysse, artiste peintre, qui m'a demandé d'écrire quelques mots et fragments, des bouts d'histoires sur ses peintures, ses portraits : 40 tableaux et encore, au format 12x12. Pour en savoir plus poussez la porte, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><a href="http://www.lavoixdunord.fr/Locales/Roubaix/actualite/Autour_de_Roubaix/Croix_Wasquehal_Hem/2009/08/16/article_les-pieds-ancres-dans-la-terre-et-l-espr.shtml">ici</a></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">et</span> <a href="http://www.nordeclair.fr/Locales/Roubaix/2009/06/18/jolis-petits-portraits-slaves-au-camion.shtml">là</a></span></span></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>Vous pouvez aussi écouter Nicole Fraysse <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><a href="http://www.canalfm.fr/index.asp?ID=542&amp;IDF=723">ici</a></span></b>...</div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649289468772348439-638682713997191452?l=douzefoisdouze.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alphonse SALAFIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03361031681246055558noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649289468772348439.post-68876811234128872332009-06-21T05:18:00.000-07:002009-07-14T04:07:34.650-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oaFvBs7mY1U/Sj4tVPn_jEI/AAAAAAAAAdc/v2e1SSKxZW0/s1600-h/13+Radu+roumain.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oaFvBs7mY1U/Sj4tVPn_jEI/AAAAAAAAAdc/v2e1SSKxZW0/s320/13+Radu+roumain.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349763250357505090" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">J’habite Constanta<br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">une ville liquide<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">près de la Mer Noire.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mon Coeur est un poisson heureux<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">qui nage dans les yeux<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">de velours<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">de mon Amour...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(Radu, roumain)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">28 mai 2009<br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649289468772348439-6887681123412887233?l=douzefoisdouze.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alphonse SALAFIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03361031681246055558noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649289468772348439.post-71360048112159165802009-06-21T05:17:00.002-07:002009-08-30T15:15:40.368-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oaFvBs7mY1U/Spr5cJ7_ovI/AAAAAAAAAd8/yFhYwcuzIKE/s1600-h/12+Miss+Karaniovna+bosniaque+riche+h%C3%A9riti%C3%A8re+d%C3%A9sargent%C3%A9e.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oaFvBs7mY1U/Spr5cJ7_ovI/AAAAAAAAAd8/yFhYwcuzIKE/s320/12+Miss+Karaniovna+bosniaque+riche+h%C3%A9riti%C3%A8re+d%C3%A9sargent%C3%A9e.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375883367319315186" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">J’habitais Sarajevo</div><div style="text-align: center;">autrefois,</div><div style="text-align: center;">avant la guerre.</div><div style="text-align: center;">J’avais tout</div><div style="text-align: center;">l’utile et le nécessaire et même le superflu.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Aujourd’hui</div><div style="text-align: center;">Je n’ai plus rien.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Famille, amis,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fortune, maison,</div><div style="text-align: center;">j’ai tout perdu,</div><div style="text-align: center;">même la raison.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Je n’ai plus que mes yeux pour pleurer</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(Miss Karaniovna, riche héritière bosniaque désargentée)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">1er juin 2009</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649289468772348439-7136004811215916580?l=douzefoisdouze.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alphonse SALAFIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03361031681246055558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649289468772348439.post-46319747361674624052009-06-21T05:17:00.001-07:002009-08-30T14:50:48.019-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oaFvBs7mY1U/SprzES3czZI/AAAAAAAAAd0/10nlEpOlnaQ/s1600-h/11+M+Dominique+exil%C3%A9+fran%C3%A7ais+%C3%A0+Kiev.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oaFvBs7mY1U/SprzES3czZI/AAAAAAAAAd0/10nlEpOlnaQ/s320/11+M+Dominique+exil%C3%A9+fran%C3%A7ais+%C3%A0+Kiev.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375876360329547154" /></a><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><br />Je suis allé<br />Chez Vladimir<br />Pour un portrait<br />Avec sourire.<br />Mon regard est ailleurs<br />Quelque part avec mon cœur.<br />On ne voit pas la brume<br />Dans mes yeux<br /><br />(Dominique, exilé français à Kiev)<br /><br />31 mai 2009<o:p></o:p></p> <!--EndFragment--><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649289468772348439-4631974736167462405?l=douzefoisdouze.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alphonse SALAFIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03361031681246055558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649289468772348439.post-60298120138892914782009-06-21T05:17:00.000-07:002009-07-14T04:07:48.447-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oaFvBs7mY1U/Siz7Re5lmBI/AAAAAAAAAdI/YBCYsPDvxGk/s1600-h/12+Potleveschska+cuisini%C3%A8re+bulgare.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oaFvBs7mY1U/Siz7Re5lmBI/AAAAAAAAAdI/YBCYsPDvxGk/s320/12+Potleveschska+cuisini%C3%A8re+bulgare.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344923135552886802" /></a><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">Toute la journée<br />Derrière les fourneaux<br />Dans ma cuisine<br />Teintée d’Orient<br />Et d’Opaline<br />J’imagine<br />Des odeurs fragiles<br />Des épices<br />Délice<br />D’ailleurs et d’exils<br />Des senteurs<br />Qui embaument mon cœur<br />Jour après jour<br />Pourtant<br />Peu à peu<br />Et lentement<br />Mon rêve s’écroule et sombre<br />Dans l’eau sale et profonde<br />Des vaisselles<br />Eternelles<br /><br />(Potleveschska, cuisinière bulgare)<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span lang="FR"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span lang="FR">2 juin 2009<o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment--><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649289468772348439-6029812013889291478?l=douzefoisdouze.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alphonse SALAFIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03361031681246055558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649289468772348439.post-16041643622459557592009-06-21T05:16:00.000-07:002009-07-14T04:08:02.710-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oaFvBs7mY1U/Sj4o4grzx4I/AAAAAAAAAdU/LRPhzVjcQJs/s1600-h/17+Emir+violoniste+roumain+tzigane.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oaFvBs7mY1U/Sj4o4grzx4I/AAAAAAAAAdU/LRPhzVjcQJs/s320/17+Emir+violoniste+roumain+tzigane.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349758358674196354" /></a> <!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">Mon violon<br />c’est ma maison<br />ma vie<br />c’est de la pluie<br /><br />et toujours je voyage<br />dans les draps de la nuit<br /><br />mon pays<br />c’est le Monde<br />et ronde<br />est ma maison<br /><br />je n’ai pas de bagages<br />à peine quelques nuages<br /><br />ailleurs<br />est mon exil<br />mon cœur<br />au bout d’un fil<br /><br />et tout m’est paysage<br />papillon ma raison<br /><br />ma vie<br />c’est de la pluie<br />et ronde<br />est ma maison<br /><br />si l’on vous dit tsigane<br />ou si l’on vous dit Roms<br />dites-vous simplement<br />que je ne suis qu’un homme<br /><br />(Emir, violoniste roumain, tsigane)<br /><br />2 juin 2009<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649289468772348439-1604164362245955759?l=douzefoisdouze.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alphonse SALAFIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03361031681246055558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649289468772348439.post-28852773328725370572009-06-21T05:15:00.001-07:002009-11-01T10:36:32.387-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oaFvBs7mY1U/Su3TkbpnslI/AAAAAAAAAes/Ef55vPKGfZ4/s1600-h/10+Madame+Rimachovna+Russie.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oaFvBs7mY1U/Su3TkbpnslI/AAAAAAAAAes/Ef55vPKGfZ4/s320/10+Madame+Rimachovna+Russie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399204151138169426" /></a><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">Vladimir est un très bon photographe<br />mais ce jour-là<br />je ne sais pas ce qui lui a pris,<br />tous les portraits qu’il a réalisés<br />étaient coupés.<br />Privés d’yeux,<br />nous étions aveugles...<br /><br />(Madame Rimachovna, Russie)<br /><br />28 mai 2009<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649289468772348439-2885277332872537057?l=douzefoisdouze.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alphonse SALAFIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03361031681246055558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649289468772348439.post-51723579544321917102009-06-21T05:15:00.000-07:002009-06-21T05:59:30.251-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oaFvBs7mY1U/Sj4t1MKZpVI/AAAAAAAAAdk/a_LWvitdYlo/s1600-h/19+Olga.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oaFvBs7mY1U/Sj4t1MKZpVI/AAAAAAAAAdk/a_LWvitdYlo/s320/19+Olga.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349763799183893842" /></a> <!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span lang="EN-GB">Olga se souvient, Berlin,<br />Les fleurs du jardin<br />L’odeur du Lilas d’autrefois<br /><br />28 mai 2009<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649289468772348439-5172357954432191710?l=douzefoisdouze.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alphonse SALAFIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03361031681246055558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649289468772348439.post-49308625788193322082009-06-21T05:14:00.002-07:002009-08-30T15:58:01.264-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oaFvBs7mY1U/SpsDi45R7gI/AAAAAAAAAeU/UXk3MHYP13Y/s1600-h/15+Marina+danseuse+roumaine.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oaFvBs7mY1U/SpsDi45R7gI/AAAAAAAAAeU/UXk3MHYP13Y/s320/15+Marina+danseuse+roumaine.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375894478119890434" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Tourne, tourne, tourne</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ma folie passagère</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mes envies de rivières</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tourne, tourne, tourne</div><div style="text-align: center;">La rengaine est ancienne</div><div style="text-align: center;">Où je pars qui m’emmène</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tourne, tourne, tourne</div><div style="text-align: center;">Et je perds la raison</div><div style="text-align: center;">Le fil de la chanson</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tourne, tourne, tourne</div><div style="text-align: center;">Au grand hasard des routes</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mon destin goutte à goutte</div><div style="text-align: center;">Et je danse</div><div style="text-align: center;">Et je pense</div><div style="text-align: center;">À ma vie</div><div style="text-align: center;">Qui balance</div><div style="text-align: center;">Et je danse</div><div style="text-align: center;">Et je pense</div><div style="text-align: center;">À mon enfance</div><div style="text-align: center;">Enfuie</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dans la nuit</div><div style="text-align: center;">Et l’exil</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dans ce monde</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fragile</div><div style="text-align: center;">Et je danse, danse, danse</div><div style="text-align: center;">Et je danse</div><div style="text-align: center;">Et je pense</div><div style="text-align: center;">À ce Monde </div><div style="text-align: center;">Qui tourne et qui tourne et qui tourne </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(Marina, danseuse roumaine) </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> 3 juin 2009<p></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649289468772348439-4930862578819332208?l=douzefoisdouze.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alphonse SALAFIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03361031681246055558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649289468772348439.post-835737635606718302009-06-21T05:14:00.001-07:002009-08-30T15:21:37.502-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oaFvBs7mY1U/Spr7TayB-II/AAAAAAAAAeE/6CTY4C3lUfE/s1600-h/14+Irma+voyante+russe.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oaFvBs7mY1U/Spr7TayB-II/AAAAAAAAAeE/6CTY4C3lUfE/s320/14+Irma+voyante+russe.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375885416245360770" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Je vous prédis</div><div style="text-align: center;">Un peu de pluie</div><div style="text-align: center;">Des jours meilleurs</div><div style="text-align: center;">Du pain des fleurs</div><div style="text-align: center;">De l’eau de l’air</div><div style="text-align: center;">Une maison d’amour et de bois</div><div style="text-align: center;">Près d’une rivière</div><div style="text-align: center;">Et d’autrefois</div><div style="text-align: center;">Une vie nouvelle</div><div style="text-align: center;">(et des ailes)</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour rêver</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour s’envoler</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(Irma, voyante russe)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">3 juin 2009</div><p></p> <!--EndFragment--><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649289468772348439-83573763560671830?l=douzefoisdouze.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alphonse SALAFIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03361031681246055558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649289468772348439.post-87641886028263815912009-06-21T05:14:00.000-07:002009-08-30T14:43:32.809-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oaFvBs7mY1U/SiPqhOundOI/AAAAAAAAAc4/ps9e22iX2pA/s320/16+Nickola%C3%AF+%C3%A9tudiant+bulgare.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342371439601743074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;">Oui est non<br />non est oui.<br />A Nikopol<br />je m’ennuie.<br />Un jour<br />Quand j’aurai fini mes études<br />Je franchirai le Danube<br />Et j’irai loin<br />Très loin d’ici,<br />De ce pays<br />Couvert de pluie<br /><br />(Nickolaï, étudiant bulgare)</p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;">1er juin 2009</p> <!--EndFragment--> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oaFvBs7mY1U/SiPqhOundOI/AAAAAAAAAc4/ps9e22iX2pA/s1600-h/16+Nickola%C3%AF+%C3%A9tudiant+bulgare.JPG"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649289468772348439-8764188602826381591?l=douzefoisdouze.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alphonse SALAFIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03361031681246055558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649289468772348439.post-69638861903465005352009-06-21T05:13:00.001-07:002009-08-30T15:33:59.598-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oaFvBs7mY1U/Spr-PSXEAqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/b29c48JR0dw/s1600-h/16+Anton+comptable+Ukraine.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oaFvBs7mY1U/Spr-PSXEAqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/b29c48JR0dw/s320/16+Anton+comptable+Ukraine.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375888643800171170" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">J’ai dû tout comptabiliser </div><div style="text-align: center;">sans rien dire : </div><div style="text-align: center;">malades, morts, les enfants,</div><div style="text-align: center;">les animaux, arbres et maisons, </div><div style="text-align: center;">tout, </div><div style="text-align: center;">vraiment tout.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Je m’en souviens encore, </div><div style="text-align: center;">comme si c’était hier.</div><div style="text-align: center;">C’était en 1986, </div><div style="text-align: center;">à Tchernobyl.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(Anton, comptable, Ukraine)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">28 mai 2009</div><o:p></o:p><p></p> <!--EndFragment--><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649289468772348439-6963886190346500535?l=douzefoisdouze.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alphonse SALAFIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03361031681246055558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649289468772348439.post-12759273551940088882009-06-21T05:13:00.000-07:002009-07-14T04:07:21.793-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oaFvBs7mY1U/SlxkAFmR-CI/AAAAAAAAAds/R1xaLC058Fs/s1600-h/17+Adorjan+infirmier+Hongrie.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oaFvBs7mY1U/SlxkAFmR-CI/AAAAAAAAAds/R1xaLC058Fs/s320/17+Adorjan+infirmier+Hongrie.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358267609329563682" /></a> <!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><br />Il y a tant de rêves<br />Qui s’achèvent<br />Au fond<br />Du Lac Balaton.<br />Infirmier<br />Je vais repêcher<br />Toutes ces bulles<br />Crevées, sombrées<br />Au fond de l’eau<br />Qui pleure.<br />Mon bateau<br />Est rempli de vies enfuies<br />D’espoirs ailleurs<br />D’exil<br />Funambule<br />Sur un fil<br /><br />(Adorjan, infirmier, Hongrie)<br /><br />1er juin 2009<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649289468772348439-1275927355194008888?l=douzefoisdouze.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alphonse SALAFIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03361031681246055558noreply@blogger.com0