tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-357596572011-04-21T22:27:55.473-07:00[( Ma ViE TeL Un cOnTe,!° ]) - "uN cOnTe De FéE" [([ a BiT oF MaGic iN My lIfE ])] "[ Viens, il existe un nouveau monde Où la lune est toujours blonde Et les étoiles restent allumées...]"Sohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02014639363765721422noreply@blogger.comBlogger251100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35759657.post-1170166404136233072007-01-30T05:46:00.000-08:002007-01-30T07:03:23.393-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/1600/418736/7790971-4203374%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/320/877684/7790971-4203374%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/1600/363969/7790971-4203374%5B1%5D.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/1600/29367/40614_elle2hw0%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/400/445705/40614_elle2hw0%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Avril l'a annoncé!</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>son prochain album sera : "The Best Damn Thing"!!!!! </strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>et sort le 13/04/07 en Europe.</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Le premier single s'appelera "Girlfriend".</strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>en attendant : bo du film ERAGON par avril lavigne..!</strong></span> <strong>"keep holding on"</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">paroles</span> <span style="font-size:78%;">"keep holding on"</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">You're not alone</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Together we stand</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I'll be by your side</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">You know I'll take your hand </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">When it gets cold</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">And it feels like the end</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">There's no place to go</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">You know I won't give in </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">No, I won't give in </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Keep holding on</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Cause you know we'll make it through</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">We'll make it through</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Just stay strong</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Cause you know I'm here for you</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I'm here for you </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">There's nothing you can say</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Nothing you can do </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">There's no other way when it comes to the truth </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">So, keep holding on </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Cause you know we'll make it through </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">We'll make it through </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">So far away </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I wish you were here</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Before it's too late </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">This could all disappear</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Before the door's closed</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">And it comes to an end </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">With you by my side </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I will fight and defend</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I'll fight and defend,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">yeah, yeah</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Keep holding on... </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Hear me when I say </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">When I say I believe.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Nothing's gonna change</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Nothing's gonna change destiny</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Whatever's meant to be Will work out perfectly</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">keep...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">traduction</span></strong> ....<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br /></div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">tu n'es pas seul </span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">nous</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> resterons ensemble et je serai a tes cotés</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span><br />tiendrai ta main<br />Quand il fera froid<br />Et que tu auras l'impression que c'est la fin<br />Qu'il n'y a nulle part où aller<br />Tu sais, je n'abandonnerai pas<br />Non, je n'abandonnerai pas<br /><br />[Refrain : ]<br /><br />Continue de t'accrocher<br />Car tu sais nous traverserons ça<br />Nous traverserons ça<br />Reste fort<br />Car tu sauras que je suis là pour toi<br />Je suis là pour toi<br />Il n'y a rien que tu ne puisses dire<br />Rien que tu ne puisses faire<br />Il n'y a pas d'autres moyens quand on est face à la vérité<br /><br />Alors continue de t'accrocher<br />Car tu sais nous traverserons ça<br />Nous traverserons ça<br /><br /><br />Si loin<br />Je souhaitais que tu sois là<br />Avant qu'il ne soit trop tard<br />Ceci aurait pu disparaître<br />Avant que les portes se ferment<br />Et que ça se termine<br />Avec toi à mes côtés<br />Je me battrai et défendrai<br />Je me battrai et défendrai<br /><br />[Refrain]<br /></p></span><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Il n'y a rien que tu ne puisses dire<br />Rien que tu ne puisses faire<br />Il n'y a pas d'autres moyens quand on est face à la vérité<br />Alors continue de t'accrocher<br />Car tu sais nous traverserons ça<br />Nous traverserons ça<br /><br />Écoute moi quand je dis,<br />Quand je dis que j'y crois<br />Rien ne va changer<br />Rien ne va changer<br /><br />Fais-moi confiance<br />Quoique ce soit<br />Nous irons parfaitement bien ....<br /><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /></p></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35759657-117016640413623307?l=day-of-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05752220817837396684noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35759657.post-1169136569114121312007-01-18T07:09:00.000-08:002007-01-18T08:21:13.946-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/1600/137748/f_DirtyDancing2-P02%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/400/23141/f_DirtyDancing2-P02%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/1600/816527/images%5B1%5D.jpg"></a><br /><strong>HaA</strong> !<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">j'ai adoré ce film .... :D</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">une histoire magnifique ..!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">l'histoire de deux personnes qui n'avaient a priori rien en commun ...à part la danse ...</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">avec Diego Luna &amp;Ramola Garai par Guy Ferland</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><strong>extrait du film :</strong><br /><strong><a href="http://lahavananight.skyblog.com"><span style="font-size:78%;">http://lahavananight.skyblog.com</span></a></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35759657-116913656911412131?l=day-of-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05752220817837396684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35759657.post-1168542841757436442007-01-11T08:41:00.000-08:002007-01-11T11:18:06.933-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/1600/875126/IMG_1249.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/400/666317/IMG_1249.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/1600/909163/IMG_1315.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/400/844089/IMG_1315.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/1600/72661/IMG_1292.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/400/8518/IMG_1292.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/1600/415803/IMG_1361.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/400/56045/IMG_1361.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/1600/671453/IMG_1361.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/1600/137938/IMG_1249.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/1600/357552/IMG_1292.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/1600/794451/IMG_1315.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/1600/52325/IMG_1282.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/400/578673/IMG_1282.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">super week end avec toi</span> !</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">delires, fou rire,potins...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">des retrouvailles! aprés un pti bout de temps certe...mais la complicité ne change pas !!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">sa m'a fait du bien de te retrouver .. comme avant ! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">je ne veux plus te perdre !</span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><div align="center">je tm ^^ ! :D</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35759657-116854284175743644?l=day-of-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05752220817837396684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35759657.post-1168027864687898002007-01-05T11:55:00.000-08:002007-01-05T12:36:11.316-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/1600/395283/coeur.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/400/937726/coeur.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/1600/174891/coeur.jpg"></a><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>Allez danse, danse, vient dans mes bras,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>Allez tourne, tourne, reste avec moi,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>Allez partons vite si tu veux bien, des le jours,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>Le soleil brille très haut tu sais,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>mais j’aime ça, je t’attendais</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>Alors partons vite si tu veux bien, Sans retour…</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>Rit plus fort et parle-moi ,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>De nos projets,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>De nos rêves tout ça</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>Donne-moi la main, </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>embrasse-moi, mon amour,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>Le temps comme ami, moi je veux bien Mais les amis ça va, ça vient,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>Alors partons vite brûler le jour et la nuit</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>Evidemment,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>tu l’aimes encore,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>Je le vois bien tu sais, et puis alors ?</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>Mais pour l’instant ferme tes yeux, </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>passe ta main dans mes cheveux.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>Je veux entendre, ton cœur qui bat, </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>tu sais, je crois qu’il chante pour moi</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>Mais en douceur comme ça tout bas, </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>comme un sourd,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>Mon cœur lui s’emballe, il vole haut, </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>peut être un peut trop haut pour moi</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>Mais je m’en fou, je suis vivant pour de bon</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>Allez danse, danse, regarde-moi </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>Allez tourne, tourne, ne t’arrête pas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>Allez partons vite, si tu veux bien, dès le jour</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>le soleil brille, profitons-en</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>Je t’attendrai, je t’aime tant</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>Alors vas-t’en vite si tu veux bien, </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>sans retour</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>Evidemment,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>tu l’aimes encore,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>Ça crève les yeux mon dieu,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>Tu l’aimes encore</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>Mais pour l’instant ferme tes yeux, </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>passe ta main dans mes cheveux... </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>Allez danse mon amour !</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>Allez danse !</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>Faisons de nos enfants des droits !</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>Fait tourner le monde mon amour,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>Fait tourner le monde</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>Allez danse, danse, </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>retourne-toi </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>Allez tourne,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>tourne,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>ne t’arrête pas...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>Allez partons vite, si tu veux bien, dès le jour</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>J’ai manqué d’air je m’en souviens,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>Toutes ses années sans toi sans rien </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>Même mes chansons se baladaient </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>le cœur lourd...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>Evidemment,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>tu l’aimes encore,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>Ça crève les yeux mon dieu, </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong>ça crève les yeux mon dieu Mon dieu….</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:78%;">kaolin</span></strong>:<span style="font-size:78%;">partons vite</span>...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35759657-116802786468789800?l=day-of-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05752220817837396684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35759657.post-1167773405932111512007-01-02T13:21:00.000-08:002007-01-04T12:08:14.933-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/1600/88743/nouvel%20an%20048.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/1600/485883/nouvel%20an%20053.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/400/693573/nouvel%20an%20053.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/1600/173116/nouvel%20an%20061.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/400/114710/nouvel%20an%20061.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">NoUvEl AN</span> 2007</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Super nouvel an !! merci sophie ! jtm !!</span> </strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Lou jsuis tro contente de te connaitre!!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>j'embrasse vanessa (josi) paqel en fai 4 ! lol</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>kik et poline toujour ossi bonne !</strong></span></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:78%;">toute les fotos sur mon espace perso:<a href="http://cornelliha29sarah.spaces.live.com/">http://cornelliha29sarah.spaces.live.com/</a></span></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35759657-116777340593211151?l=day-of-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05752220817837396684noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35759657.post-1167771225620244282007-01-02T12:42:00.000-08:002007-01-05T13:06:57.296-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/1600/11386/IMG_0888.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/1600/297213/IMG_0888.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/1600/249241/IMG_0886.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/400/210362/IMG_0886.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/1600/861052/IMG_0891.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/400/758374/IMG_0891.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/1600/177985/IMG_0883.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 348px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" height="265" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/400/504846/IMG_0883.jpg" width="314" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/1600/943934/IMG_0878.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/1600/640847/IMG_0881.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/400/285439/IMG_0881.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>merci pour cette anniversaire</em></span></strong> !(super soirée) ! </div><div align="center">toute les fotos sur mon espace perso :)</div><div align="center"><a href="http://cornelliha29sarah.spaces.live"><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://cornelliha29sarah.spaces.live.com">http://cornelliha29sarah.spaces.live.com</a></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35759657-116777122562024428?l=day-of-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05752220817837396684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35759657.post-1166551128443681022006-12-19T09:47:00.000-08:002006-12-19T09:58:48.450-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/1600/960507/601186743%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/400/172655/601186743%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>octobre dernier...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>l'inde est en france ! </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>une soirée d'ouverture magique !</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>danser devant des millers de personnes !</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>un tat de souvenirs!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>une experience stréssante,magique, impressionante,mais surtout innoubliable!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong></strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">bombaysers de lille</span></strong>...;) <em><span style="font-size:85%;">demandez sophie</span></em>!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35759657-116655112844368102?l=day-of-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05752220817837396684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35759657.post-1166391697904007242006-12-17T13:34:00.000-08:002007-01-05T12:43:07.946-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/1600/84965/413130701%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/400/635280/413130701%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/1600/977606/413130701%5B1%5D.jpg"></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>C'est lui sur le banc de square<br />C'est mon ami, mon amoureux<br />Et ça fait rire les pigeons<br />Parce que c'est un petit vieux<br />Nos rendez-vous<br />C'est pas comme dans les films<br />Je cours vers lui il reste assis<br />Un jour il m'a même dit :<br />Tu es la femme du reste de ma vie<br />Les gens croient qu'il ne me touche pas<br /><br />Mais il me touche mon petit vieux<br />C'est beau ses rides autour des yeux<br />Des fois quand il est tard<br />Y'a ses potes qui l'attendent au bar<br />Une bière<br />Deux bières<br />Et il me parle pendant des heures<br />Des vies qu'il a perdues de vue<br />Lui au moins il n'a rien à perdre<br />Alors que moi je n'ai rien vu<br />Les gens croient qu'il ne me touche pas<br /><br />Un jour on est allé danser<br />C'était ni techno ni reggae<br />Il m'a pris doucement la taille<br />Et j'ai senti sa main trembler<br /><br />Y'avait des lumières chaudes et claires<br />J'entendais le bruit de ses pas<br />Et tout à coup j'me suis sentie<br />Tout près de l'au-delà<br /><br />Les gens croient qu'il ne me touche pas<br />Mais il me touche mon petit vieux<br />C'est beau ses rides autour des yeux<br />On dirait l'ombre des arbres sur le ciel<br />Bleu<br /><br /></strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">C<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">amille</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:78%;"> :</span> <strong><span style="font-size:78%;">"Mon petit vieux"</span></strong></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35759657-116639169790400724?l=day-of-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05752220817837396684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35759657.post-1166389425711838462006-12-17T12:08:00.000-08:002006-12-17T13:14:28.813-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/1600/322914/decembre%20206%20021.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/400/584377/decembre%20206%20021.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="font-size:100%;">biento un an</span> ...</strong><br /><strong>deja tellement de souvenirs...</strong><br /><strong>des week -ends ..</strong><br /><strong>un été génial ,(une colo boucher)</strong><br /><strong>une coupe du monde en plein air..</strong><br /><strong>encore et toujours des barbeukk de der's les fag's </strong><br /><strong>des soir's bour's a mour's...</strong><br /><strong>des vacances en espagne..</strong><br /><strong>des soirées en tt genrs..</strong><br /><strong>des films et des films....</strong><br /><strong>des chansons partagées..</strong><br /><strong>des heures et des heures a parler ,la nuit, sur ton apuis de fenetre ...</strong><br /><strong>des petites poses clo...</strong><br /><strong>un voyage chez mikey...</strong><br /><strong>un an de delires</strong> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><strong>un an de missionS...(en tt genr...) </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>lO</strong></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>0l</strong><br /><strong>.. j'en passe..</strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:100%;">que dir de plus?...</span></strong><br /><strong>merci ...</strong> <strong>tout simplement ... </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>pour tout..</strong><br /><strong>et en particulier pour cette dernière soirée..</strong><br /><strong>c'était pas un moment (un jour) facil pour moi ..</strong><br /><strong>mais toi comme toujours tu était la pour moi ..</strong><br /><strong>avec le sourir...</strong> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>c'était une soirée "<span style="font-size:100%;">G</span>" </strong></span></div><p><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">un refrain et un etat d'esprit ...</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Open up your eyes </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Then you'll realise </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Here I stand with my everlasting love</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Need you by my side</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">There's no need to hide Never be denied Everlasting love </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Oh Yeah my everlasting love</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><br /><strong></strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Merci pour tout ce que tu m'apporte...</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>je t'aime ma sophie !! </strong></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>$arah </strong><br /></div></span><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong></p></strong></span><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /></div></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35759657-116638942571183846?l=day-of-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05752220817837396684noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35759657.post-1166384162954942292006-12-17T11:23:00.000-08:002006-12-17T11:36:02.960-08:00On s'est connu<br />en bas des marches<br />Du palais<br />Tout en bas de l'escalier de glace<br />Tes pieds dansaient<br />nus sur la neige<br />Et tu chantais cet air plein de malice et de grâce <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/1600/145346/I_Eat_Stars_For_Breakfast__Two_by_Ewig%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="178" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/200/976783/I_Eat_Stars_For_Breakfast__Two_by_Ewig%5B1%5D.jpg" width="160" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Ôte maintenant<br />Tes souliers<br />Et chausse à ton pied<br />Quelques pelotes de nuées<br />Car ici désormais<br />Est la demeure d'un ciel<br />La demeure d'un ciel<br /><br />On a monté<br />Toutes les marches<br />Du palais<br />Jusqu'en haut de l'escalier de glace<br />Un ingénu<br />Nous attendait<br />Et nous a mariés<br />Parmi les oiseaux sauvages...<br /><br />Ôte maintenantTes souliers<br />Et chausse à ton pied<br />Quelques pelotes de nuées<br />Car ici désormais<br />Est la demeure d'un ciel<br />La demeure d'un ciel ...<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> camille</span> <span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>"la demeur d'un ciel."</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35759657-116638416295494229?l=day-of-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05752220817837396684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35759657.post-1165871967755952962006-12-11T13:05:00.000-08:002006-12-11T13:29:37.680-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/1600/275738/347595912%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" height="316" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/400/997977/347595912%5B1%5D.jpg" width="317" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>C'est toujours le matin,<br />toujours,</strong><br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"><strong>Tu me reviens<br />le sourire invincible<br />C'est toujours le matin,<br />toujours,<br />Comme un coup de poing<br />Ton sourire est terrible<br /><br /><br />Moi je suis enroulée sur moi même<br />J'ai mal au bide<br />Enroulée comme un tube de dentifrice vide<br />Oui je t'ai attendue toute la nuit<br />Comme un chien stupide </strong></span></div><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"><strong></p><div align="center"><br />Oui je t'ai attendue, attendue, Hé !<br /><br /><br />Ne souri pas, ne souri pas<br />Ne me dis pas cette fois<br />Qu'elle t'a aimé comme trois<br />Epargne moi, épargne moi<br />Ne me tue pas cette fois<br />ne me dis pas qu'elle t'a fait tout ça<br /><br />Et mes yeux qui t'ont aimé toujours<br />Viennent encore demander<br />Quelques miettes de tendresse<br />Mêmes si tes habits puent l'amour<br />Même si ton corps est tapissé<br />De toutes ses caresses<br /><br />Je te suis jusqu'à la salle de bains<br />Tu ne me regardes pas<br />Ton coeur brûle désormais entre ses mains<br />Le mien vole en éclats<br /><br />J'imagine ses gros doigts<br />Qui défilent sur toi<br />Comme un armée de soldats<br />Qui tendraient le bras droit<br /><br />C'est toujours pas très loin<br />Qu'elle éteint le moteur<br />Qu'elle étreint tes lèvres<br />Et qu'ielle s'installe dans ton corps<br /><br />C'est toujours le matin<br />Toujours à la même heure<br />Je m'habille de ténèbres<br />Tu éclabousses de bonheur...<br /><br /><br />"c'est toujours le matin" / Ca l i</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35759657-116587196775595296?l=day-of-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05752220817837396684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35759657.post-1165870891346857292006-12-11T12:53:00.000-08:002006-12-11T13:01:31.346-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/1600/948931/317126768%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/400/91718/317126768%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <strong><em>Son blog: </em></strong><br /><br /> <span style="font-size:180%;"><strong> </strong></span><a href="http://latitsirene.skyblog.com"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"><strong>http://latitsirene.skyblog.com</strong></span></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> Mm ^^<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35759657-116587089134685729?l=day-of-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05752220817837396684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35759657.post-1165870249261563842006-12-11T12:43:00.000-08:002006-12-17T13:53:46.620-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/1600/677378/Copie%20de%20SP_A0100.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/400/20349/Copie%20de%20SP_A0100.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/1600/649134/Copie%20de%20SP_A0100.jpg"></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>eLlE...</strong></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>ma Sophie</strong></span>..<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>c'est quelque chose !!! +°</em></span><br /><br /><br /><br />il n'a fallut qu'une soirée,(un spectacle de danse!)<br />pour faire connaissance et ne plus se quitter ...<br />(ou presque! "mais pour raisons professionnelles!")<span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>lo0l</strong></span><br />te retrouver le temps de cette soirée m'a fait du bien !<br />vivement samdi !!!<br /><em>moi non plus je ne veux jamais te perdre...</em><br /><br /><br />je t'aime! je t'aime mA So !!<br /><br /><br /><br />Mm^^<br /><br />$arah<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35759657-116587024926156384?l=day-of-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05752220817837396684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35759657.post-1165339765672278232006-12-05T09:28:00.000-08:002006-12-05T09:33:22.596-08:00<strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;"><a href="http://cornelliha29sarah.spaces.live.com/">http://cornelliha29sarah.spaces.live.com/</a></span></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35759657-116533976567227823?l=day-of-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05752220817837396684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35759657.post-1165339463789766502006-12-05T09:18:00.000-08:002006-12-05T09:27:27.036-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/1600/162490/sar%27s%26%20clem09055.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/400/707571/sar%27s%26%20clem09055.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:130%;">wwwaaaoouuuhh!!</span> °°</span></strong> (<span style="font-size:78%;">lO0l !<strong> </strong></span><span style="font-size:85%;">)</span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong></strong></span><span style="font-size:100%;">( Cahuette&sar's) </span><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Hi Hi en plus d'une très bonne soirée ,g pleins de dossiers!! lO0l ° ;)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">n'oublie jamais la partie de golf près du lac !! </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">$arah </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>M<span style="font-size:78%;">M ^^</span></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35759657-116533946378976650?l=day-of-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05752220817837396684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35759657.post-1164988497107854922006-12-01T07:43:00.000-08:002006-12-01T11:55:37.006-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/1600/530353/513527582%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/400/980597/513527582%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">souvenirs...</span></strong></div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>s</strong></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>a me manque !</strong> <em><span style="font-size:78%;">(colo boucher!)</span></em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">la fac,les cours,les cours ,les cours,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">des vacances ,mais pour réviser ,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">plus de temps pour nous voir!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>dificil cette année </strong></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>!! </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>vivement juillet !! </em></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">MM ^^ </span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35759657-116498849710785492?l=day-of-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05752220817837396684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35759657.post-1164986989723207822006-12-01T07:26:00.000-08:002006-12-01T07:29:49.726-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/1600/5666/Projetsazahdessin4234564%20copie.png"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/320/879658/Projetsazahdessin4234564%20copie.png" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">personnage.*</span></strong><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/1600/698830/Projetsazahdessin442345noir33kk%20copie.png"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/320/297779/Projetsazahdessin442345noir33kk%20copie.png" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/1600/477806/Projetsazahdessin442345nocgirjjm33jjkk%20copie.png"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/320/342357/Projetsazahdessin442345nocgirjjm33jjkk%20copie.png" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35759657-116498698972320782?l=day-of-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05752220817837396684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35759657.post-1164985824486942452006-12-01T07:06:00.000-08:002006-12-01T07:14:18.376-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/1600/636368/where_are_you_going_by_bright_white_kite%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2707/3984/320/363737/where_are_you_going_by_bright_white_kite%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />On me dit que nos vies ne valent pas grand chose,<br />Elles passent en un instant comme fanent les roses.<br />On me dit que le temps qui glisse est un salaud<br />Que de nos chagrins il s'en fait des manteaux<br /><br />Pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit...<br />Que tu m'aimais encore,<br />C'est quelqu'un qui m'a dit<br />que tu m'aimais encore.<br />Serais ce possible alors ?<br /><br />On me dit que le destin se moque bien de nous<br />Qu'il ne nous donne rien et qu'il nous promet tout<br />Parait qu'le bonheur est à portée de main,<br />Alors on tend la main et on se retrouve fou<br /><br />Pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit ...<br /><br />Mais qui est ce qui m'a dit<br />que toujours tu m'aimais?<br />Je ne me souviens plus c'était tard dans la nuit,<br />J'entend encore la voix,<br />mais je ne vois plus les traits"<br />Il vous aime, c'est secret, lui dites pas que j'vous l'ai dit"<br /><br />Tu vois quelqu'un m'a dit...<br />Que tu m'aimais encore,<br />me l'a t'on vraiment dit...<br />Que tu m'aimais encore,<br />serais ce possible alors ?<br /><br />On me dit que nos vies ne valent pas grand chose,<br />Elles passent en un instant comme fanent les roses<br />On me dit que le temps qui glisse est un salaud<br />Que de nos tristesses il s'en fait des manteaux,<br /><br />Pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit que...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Carla bruni "quelqu'un m'a dit"</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35759657-116498582448694245?l=day-of-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05752220817837396684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35759657.post-1164209565560168532006-11-22T07:25:00.000-08:002006-11-22T07:35:59.850-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2707/3984/1600/my_especial_place_by_complejo[1].1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2707/3984/400/my_especial_place_by_complejo%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Aller à un concert</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Repeindre ma chambre en vert</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Boire de la vodka</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Aller chez Ikea</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Mettre un décolleté</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Louer un meublé</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Et puis tout massacrer</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Pleurer pour un rien </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Acheter un chien</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Faire semblant d'avoir mal</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Et mettre les voiles</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Fumer beaucoup</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">tropPrendre le metro</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Et te prendre en photo </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Jeter tout par les fenêtres</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">T'aimer de tout mon être</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Je ne suis bonne qu'à ça</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Est ce que ça te déçoit ?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">J'ai rien trouver de mieux à faire</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">et ça peut paraître bien ordinaire</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">et c'est la liste des choses que je veux faire avec toi</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Te faire mourir de rire</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Aspirer tes soupirs</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">M'enfermer tout le jour</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Ecrire des mots d'amour</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Boire mon café noir</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Me lever en retard</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Pleurer sur un trottoir</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Me serrer sur ton coeur</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Pardonner tes erreurs</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Jouer de la guitare</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Danser sur un comptoir</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Remplir un caddie</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Avoir une petite fille</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Et passer mon permis</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Jeter tout par les fenêtres</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">T'aimer de tout mon être</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Je ne suis bonne qu'à ça</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Est ce que ça te déçoit ?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">J'ai rien trouver de mieux à faire</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Et ça peut paraitre bien ordinaire</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Et c'est la liste des choses que je veux faire avec toi</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Je sais je suis trop naïve</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">De dresser la liste non exhaustive</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">De toutes ces choses que je voudrais faire avec toi</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">T'embrasser partout</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">S'aimer quand on est saouls</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Regarder les infos</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Et fumer toujours trop</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Eveiller tes soupçons</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Te demander pardon</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Et te traiter de con</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Avoir un peu de spleen</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Ecouter Janis Joplin</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Te regarder dormir</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Me regarder guérir</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Faire du vélo à deux</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Se dire qu'on est heureux</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Emmerder les envieux</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35759657-116420956556016853?l=day-of-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05752220817837396684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35759657.post-1163609053440723422006-11-15T08:32:00.000-08:002006-12-01T06:58:35.946-08:00<div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2707/3984/1600/sarah22GG0BB15.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2707/3984/400/sarah22GG0BB15.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Lindsay Lohan: over</strong></span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"><strong>cant live without you </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"><strong>Can't breathe without you</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"><strong>I'm dreamin' bout you </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"><strong>honestly Tell me that its over</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"><strong>cause if the world is spinning </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"><strong>and I'm still living </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"><strong>It wont be right if were not in it together</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"><strong>Tell me that it's over</strong></span><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong></p><p align="justify"><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></strong><br /><br /></p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35759657-116360905344072342?l=day-of-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05752220817837396684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35759657.post-1162849516392035322006-11-06T13:40:00.000-08:002006-11-06T13:45:16.400-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2707/3984/1600/19-05-06_2023.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2707/3984/400/19-05-06_2023.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">[ Cahuette °] </span><br /><br /><br /><strong>si tu savais...à quel point je te comprends...</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Je suis la pour toi...</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>tm °</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35759657-116284951639203532?l=day-of-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05752220817837396684noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35759657.post-1162846713641539312006-11-06T12:40:00.000-08:002006-12-01T07:00:36.456-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2707/3984/1600/BARCELONE059.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="264" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2707/3984/400/BARCELONE059.jpg" width="356" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2707/3984/1600/BARCELONE034.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="133" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2707/3984/400/BARCELONE034.jpg" width="196" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><strong>qu'une envie...</strong><br /><strong>envie d'aventures ,envie d'imprevus,de changements,envie de tout plaquer,envie de le retrouver...</strong><br /><strong>envie de retrouver ce pays et...</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>"[et si je n'étais pas faite pour vivre ici?°]"</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35759657-116284671364153931?l=day-of-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05752220817837396684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35759657.post-1161893913015844322006-10-26T12:53:00.000-07:002006-10-26T13:18:33.023-07:00<strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"> [[ CON LA LUNA LLENA ]]°°* <span style="font-size:78%;">melendi </span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></strong><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Sentado en un coche de hielo<br />Que se derrite cada amanecer, no puedo<br />Pedirte que te quedes hasta Pedirte que me enredes hoy en tu pelo.<br />Quisiera ir de la mano de este sentimiento que llevo tan dentro<br />Y me cuesta tanto, tener callado cuando te encuentro.<br /><br /><br />Porque te quiero como el mar<br />Quiere a un pez que nada dentro<br />Dandole de respirar,<br />Protegiendolo del viento.<br />Porque te quiero dibujar,<br />Desnuda en el firmamento<br />Pa' hacer toavia ma bonito<br />Ma bonito el universo...<br /><br /><br />Pa subirme a un tejado con cara de pena<br />Y tocarte una teta sin que me veas<br />Y hacer bien la maleta pa quedarme en casa<br />Jugando un parchis con la luna llena.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br />Porque esta muy deprimida<br />Y se esta volviendo loca<br />Porque el sol ya no la mima<br />Porque el sol ya no la toca<br />Pero cuando se ponga buena<br />Brillara en tu ventana morena<br />Pa decir con luz blanca y sincera que esta noche :<br />je veus mourir a tes cotés.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br />Quisiera ser tu amuleto y veneno en tu aire<br />Quisiera ser para ti un vicio inconfesable<br />Yo quisiera llegar hasta Marte desnudo sobre tu cama<br />Quisiera volver a hechizarme en tu bruja mirada.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35759657-116189391301584432?l=day-of-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05752220817837396684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35759657.post-1160512338901828402006-10-10T13:21:00.000-07:002006-11-14T08:33:09.246-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2707/3984/1600/Hpimff0um219.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2707/3984/400/Hpimff0um219.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:0;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>[([[( H2O NiGhT ))])))</strong> <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">+°<span style="font-size:78%;">°</span>+°</span><span style="font-size:85%;">° !!!</span><span style="font-size:130%;">!</span></strong></span></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">( DaM&ClEm)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"> !( débauche?! ] ==> ;)</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35759657-116051233890182840?l=day-of-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05752220817837396684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35759657.post-1160423921013846972006-10-09T12:43:00.000-07:002006-10-09T13:19:42.736-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2707/3984/1600/533390090[1].0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2707/3984/320/533390090%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">. si je devais choisir mon monde...un univers... </span><br /><br />Toi qui crois que la terre est ronde<br />Tu n'te doutes pas une seconde<br />Que ton histoire pourrait changer...<br /><br />Si tu n'veux plus rester dans l'ombre<br />Avant qu'un beau jour ne fondentTous tes espoirs,<br />que tu n'te sentes un peu partoutétranger...<br /><br />Viens, il existe un nouveau monde<br />Où la lune est toujours blonde<br />Et les étoiles restent allumées...<br /><br />Ne crois pas tout ce qu'on raconte<br />Ce qu'on peut lire dans les contes<br />Si tu veux voir la liberté...<br /><br />Prends entre tes mains ton destin<br />Mets les voiles dès ce matin<br />Pour la planète où tu veux vivre..<br /><br />.Prends le large rien ne te retient<br />C'est ta vie elle t'appartient<br />Si tu veux être un homme libre...<br /><br />Viens, tu verras la route est longue<br />Parfois le ciel devient sombre<br />Mais les nuages sont encore loin...<br /><br />Et même si de fatigue tu tombes<br />Dans ta course vagabonde<br />Aie le courage de continuer ton chemin...<br /><br />Dis-toi que rien n'est écrit<br />L'avenir se construit<br />Il n'y a que toi pour savoir quelles sont vraiment tes envies...<br />Il n'y a que toi pour savoir quel sens donner à ta vie...<br /><br />Prends entre tes mains ton destin<br />Mets les voiles dès ce matin<br />Pour la planète où tu veux vivre<br /><br />Prends le large rien ne te retient<br />C'est ta vie elle t'appartient<br />Si tu veux être un homme libre<br /><br />Rien qu'un homme enfin libre...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35759657-116042392101384697?l=day-of-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05752220817837396684noreply@blogger.com2