tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-139503442011-06-23T07:15:18.125+02:00Journal d'une enfant gâtéePaulinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897464265757564935noreply@blogger.comBlogger151100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13950344.post-1146577261063797152006-05-02T15:25:00.000+02:002006-06-13T14:24:55.026+02:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1247/1600/HPIM12152.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1247/320/HPIM12152.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">[Tu y crois toi...</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Les enfants de l'amour</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Moi putain j'ai du mal...</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Doit y'avoir autre chose.]</span></em></div><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1247/1600/HPIM1221111%20copie.png"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1247/320/HPIM1221111%20copie.png" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13950344-114657726106379715?l=chez-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paulinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897464265757564935noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13950344.post-1142951617831441662006-03-21T15:21:00.000+01:002006-03-21T15:44:14.580+01:00<p align="left"><a href="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/2870/ab232565tx.jpg"></a> </p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">"C'est pour tes yeux noirs de mélancolie</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Que j'écris cette histoire que j'ai sauvé du vent</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Je me souviens d'une fille nommée Sally</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Qui voulait traverser à cheval l'océan</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Elle savait lire mais juste au creux des mains</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">L'aventure sans lendemain</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Dans l'herbe bleue qui lui servait de lit</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Sally chantait des comptines d'antan</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Le soir venu arrivait son ami</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Le gipsy qui volait des couvert en argents</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Il lui offrait de la menthe et du thym</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Elle jouait du tambourin</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Ils écrivaient sur les pierres du chemin</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Les mots qui chassent le chagrin</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Vole ta vie sur l'océan</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Laisse toi soulever par le vent</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Vole ta vie, le ciel t'attend</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">les nuages aiment les cerfs-volants</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Un jour d'hiver et de neige et de pluie</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">On pendit le gipsy pour ses crimes d'enfant</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Sally pleura de quoi remplir un puits</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Puis elle pria tous les dieux des étangs</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Emmenez-moi la où le ciel s'éteint</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Là où l'amour est certain</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Sur son cheval au son du tambourin</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Elle survola son chagrin</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Vole ta vie sur l'océan</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">laisse-toi soulever par le vent</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Vole ta vie, le ciel t'attend</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Les nuages aiments les cerfs- volants</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">C'est pour tes yeux noirs de mélancolie</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Que j'écris cette histoire que j'ai sauvée du vent..."</span> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Vole ta vie</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Romane Serda</span><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/2870/ab232565tx.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/2870/ab232565tx.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13950344-114295161783144166?l=chez-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paulinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897464265757564935noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13950344.post-1141983901189015162006-03-10T10:17:00.000+01:002006-06-13T14:22:47.270+02:00*op*<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13950344-114198390118901516?l=chez-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paulinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897464265757564935noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13950344.post-1141229150800972532006-03-01T17:00:00.000+01:002006-03-01T17:05:50.820+01:00<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="122" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1247/400/suicidezmoi.jpg" width="195" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13950344-114122915080097253?l=chez-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paulinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897464265757564935noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13950344.post-1140127344413117262006-02-16T22:58:00.000+01:002006-03-12T22:31:29.093+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1247/1600/HPIM0977.0.jpg"></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Juste pour vous transmettre mes microbbbes!</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">*photo supprimer*</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13950344-114012734441311726?l=chez-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paulinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897464265757564935noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13950344.post-1139001732134725272006-02-03T22:07:00.000+01:002006-03-12T18:56:37.366+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1247/1600/972b3f8d4ad70c89.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1247/320/972b3f8d4ad70c89.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;">J'ai envie d'un tatouage, de deux même, un sur la cheville, et l'autre sur l'os de la hanche coté face,(comme sur la photo) un papillon coloré, pour la cheville je ne sais pas encore.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Point positif; je suis allé à tous mes cours du deuxiéme semestre pour l'instant ( 3 semaines) . Jsuis fiére!</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Point négatif; j'ai pas perdu un gramme. </span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Mercredi soir je suis allée a la sortie des bronzés 3 , un peu déçue... mais je n'en dis pas plus pour les gens qui n'y sont pas encore allé! Ben oui, sinon c'est plus marrant déjà qu'il est moins marrant que les autres!<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Ouais jm'arréte là!</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Une tite carte de Cali qui m'a fait bien plaisir. En passant Audrey merci pour la tienne aussi ;-) (un peu en retard) . </span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13950344-113900173213472527?l=chez-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paulinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897464265757564935noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13950344.post-1136233831120621382006-01-02T20:34:00.000+01:002006-03-15T11:15:22.016+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1247/1600/Without_You_by_kaelielyse.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1247/400/Without_You_by_kaelielyse.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Ca recommence...Cette impression d'être toujours de trop. Cette envie de manger le moins possible, devenir transparente...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Ca fait comme une grosse boule qui vous prend là, qui vous traverse de la gorge au ventre.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Ma bombe à retardement.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">- vide, comme si je ne l'étais pas déjà assez... vide.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Alors on s'auto-anesthesie, pour que le mal ne fasse plus mal. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">C'est comme un trou à la place du coeur. Et rien pour le combler.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">"Donne moi ta main... que je ne la prenne pas."</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13950344-113623383112062138?l=chez-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paulinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897464265757564935noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13950344.post-1136128692119279752006-01-01T15:29:00.000+01:002006-01-01T16:18:12.153+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1247/1600/254712701.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1247/320/254712701.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Bonne année à tous.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Mes bonnes résolutions pour 2006</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">-Ralentir la cloppe</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">-Arréter de me ronger les ongles</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">-perdre au moins 10 kilos </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">-et ne pas les reprendre!</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">[-Me mettre au sport]</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">-Aller en cours un maximum</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13950344-113612869211927975?l=chez-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paulinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897464265757564935noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13950344.post-1135630086239200652005-12-26T21:40:00.000+01:002005-12-26T21:58:36.506+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1247/1600/HPIM0715.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1247/320/HPIM0715.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Bon c''est promis, demain je bosse.</span></div><p><br /><br /><br /></p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1247/1600/HPIM0713.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1247/320/HPIM0713.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1247/1600/HPIM0712.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1247/320/HPIM0712.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p></p><p align="center"><br /></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13950344-113563008623920065?l=chez-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paulinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897464265757564935noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13950344.post-1134857428183736662005-12-17T23:08:00.000+01:002005-12-17T23:10:28.196+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1247/1600/lettre.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1247/400/lettre.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13950344-113485742818373666?l=chez-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paulinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897464265757564935noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13950344.post-1134549767395580662005-12-14T09:33:00.000+01:002005-12-14T09:42:47.406+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1247/1600/back_from_paris.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1247/400/back_from_paris.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://stillme.free.fr/"><span style="font-size:78%;">Pix by Sophie Thouvenin</span></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Train-métro:gare-appart-Métro:république-beaux arts-pont de bois-fac-métro pont de bois-république-appart.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Et la même chose en commençant par la fin pour jeudi^^</span></div><p> </p><div align="center"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13950344-113454976739558066?l=chez-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paulinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897464265757564935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13950344.post-1134386621866432512005-12-12T11:30:00.000+01:002005-12-12T15:27:42.773+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1247/1600/73943bc252e32c86.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1247/400/73943bc252e32c86.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Ma vertu préférée : ?<br />Le principal trait de mon caractère : Indécise </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">La principale qualité que je préfère chez les hommes : leur sensibilité.<br />La principale qualité que je préfère chez les femmes : Leur côter maternelle </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Mon principal défaut : Têtue</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Ma principale qualité : j'en ai pas^^</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Ce que j'apprécie chez mes amis : Tous! </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Mon occupation préférée : Internet!</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Mon rêve de bonheur : Je rêve pas! encore moins de bonheur!<br />Ce qui serait mon plus grand malheur : Aucune idée.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">A part moi, je voudrais être : Elle...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Ou aimerai je vivre? A Saint Pétersbourg</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">La fleur que j'aime : J'aime pas les fleurs ^^</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">L'oiseau que je préfère: Les oiseaux non plus^^</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Mes auteurs en prose : Baudelaire, Supervielle etc...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Mes poètes préférés : Maxence fermine (méme si c'est pas forcément un poéte!)</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Mes héros dans la fiction : Y'en a pas!</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Mes héroïnes dans la fiction : Dawn (je me comprends!)</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Mes peintres préférés : Bonne quetion...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Mes héros dans la vie réelle : Aucun</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Mes héroïnes dans la vie réelle : C., M., C., A., M.L, A. etc.....<br />Mes héros dans l’histoire : Hmmmm<br />Ma nourriture et boisson préférés : Coca Light / pâtes :)<br />Ce que je déteste par-dessus tout : Répeter ce que je viens de dire, qu'on fouille dans mes affaires.<br />Comment j’aimerai mourir ? Sur la musique de francis cabrel "C'était l'hiver"<br />L'état présent de mon esprit : ...<br />La faute qui m'inspire le plus d'indulgence : Joker!</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Ma devise : "Carpe Diem..."</span> <p><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.20six.fr/prunaile">Prun'aile</a></p></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13950344-113438662186643251?l=chez-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paulinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897464265757564935noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13950344.post-1134332766396507522005-12-11T21:17:00.000+01:002005-12-11T21:33:37.870+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1247/1600/la-pasla.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1247/400/la-pasla.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">Battre des cils </span><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">comme on bat</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">des ailes, à </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">s'envoler d'un </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">sourire et </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">revenir par </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">les troubles des </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">iris ... </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">insondables. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">On rend grâce </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">d'avoir frôlé de</span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">près comme de </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">loin, d'avoir </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">franchi des </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">façades, les </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">yeux fermés, le </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">temps d'un </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">souffle ... </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">paupières de </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">papillons.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://stillme.free.fr/eyelashes.htm">Sophie Thouvenin</a></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13950344-113433276639650752?l=chez-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paulinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897464265757564935noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13950344.post-1134247412011055692005-12-10T21:38:00.000+01:002005-12-10T21:45:51.866+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1247/1600/fillerosedanslabouche5nd.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1247/320/fillerosedanslabouche5nd.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">"La rose n'a d'épines que pour qui veut la cueillir."</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13950344-113424741201105569?l=chez-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paulinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897464265757564935noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13950344.post-1134246537417024112005-12-10T21:20:00.000+01:002005-12-10T21:47:44.130+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1247/1600/7a111bd5017b3fda.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1247/320/7a111bd5017b3fda.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1247/1600/236397107.jpg"></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Tous mes amis sont partis<br />Mon cœur a déménagé<br />Mes vacances c'est toujours Paris<br />Mes projets c'est continuer<br />Mes amours c'est inventer<br />Si, maman, si<br />Si, maman, si<br />Maman, si tu voyais ma vie<br />Je pleure comme je ris<br />Si, maman, si<br />Mais mon avenir reste gris<br />Et mon cœur aussi<br />Et le temps défile comme un train<br />Et moi je suis à la fenêtre<br />Je suis si peu habile que demain<br />Le bonheur passera peut-être<br />Sans que je sache le reconnaître<br />Si, maman, si</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Si, maman, si<br />Maman, si tu voyais ma vie<br />Je pleure comme je ris<br />Si, maman, si<br />Mais mon avenir reste gris<br />Et mon cœur aussi<br />Mon cœur est confortable, bien au chaud<br />Et je lasse passer le vent<br />Mes envies s'éteignent, je leur tourne le dos<br />Et je m'endors doucement<br />Sans chaos ni sentiment<br />Si, maman, si<br />Si, maman, si</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Maman, si tu voyais ma vie<br />Je pleure comme je ris<br />Si, maman, si<br />Mais mon avenir reste gris<br />Et mon cœur aussi... </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13950344-113424653741702411?l=chez-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paulinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897464265757564935noreply@blogger.com1