tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35154932940041765152012-02-17T04:46:50.721+01:00L'atelier céramique des Elfes, Fées, Trolls et autres Lutins...Edhelwennoreply@blogger.comBlogger63125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515493294004176515.post-61986903111855433162012-02-15T15:01:00.002+01:002012-02-15T15:08:14.387+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ii7P8Sq2eI/Tzu6sO9bsPI/AAAAAAAAArg/bBsZLwcu_Rc/s1600/bateau.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ii7P8Sq2eI/Tzu6sO9bsPI/AAAAAAAAArg/bBsZLwcu_Rc/s320/bateau.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Envolé le chevalier rieur...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Evaporé ses bêtises et rigolades à la chaine...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Il reste le silence après ses fous-rires...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Il reste l'impression de sa main sur mon épaule...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Il me reste l'âpre goût du manque...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">L'impression qu'il a pris le bateau sans moi...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Alors je m'accroche à l'écho de sa voix...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Qui souffle comme la brise et dit...&nbsp;</span><br /><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Je suis là...</span></i><br /><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span></i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515493294004176515-6198690311185543316?l=www.terre-fee.com' alt='' /></div>Edhelwennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515493294004176515.post-56260457425826829392011-10-19T22:16:00.001+02:002012-02-15T15:08:52.924+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBxwuWoU2-U/Tp8uegkHn2I/AAAAAAAAAoI/U3uWbBmhYrU/s1600/ent-mironishin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="241" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBxwuWoU2-U/Tp8uegkHn2I/AAAAAAAAAoI/U3uWbBmhYrU/s320/ent-mironishin.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Six jours en temps humain..<br />Pour voir ce que les yeux ne voient pas..<br />Et toucher l'impalpable..<br /><br />Une bulle hors du temps..<br />Un grain du sablier d'Outre-monde..<br />Et les fées autour de moi..<br />Pour annoncer le vénérable Ent..<br /><br />Un pas de plus..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515493294004176515-5626045742582682939?l=www.terre-fee.com' alt='' /></div>Edhelwennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515493294004176515.post-83517447450674397092011-09-24T00:26:00.002+02:002011-09-24T00:29:07.492+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nOZNvWV_xfo/Tn0HV9b-o_I/AAAAAAAAAoE/iCBNdbhXqKk/s1600/guerrier-lumie%25CC%2580re.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nOZNvWV_xfo/Tn0HV9b-o_I/AAAAAAAAAoE/iCBNdbhXqKk/s320/guerrier-lumie%25CC%2580re.jpg" width="320" /></a><br /><br />Un temps..<br />Un rire..<br />Un sourire..<br />Un combat à tes côtés..<br />Une dernière danse..<br />Une étreinte..<br />Un souffle..<br /><br />Il manque toi..<br /><br /><br />Je sais que tu es juste devant..<br />Je sais que tu me précèdes..<br />Je sais que tout va bien..<br /><br />Mais il manque toi..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515493294004176515-8351744745067439709?l=www.terre-fee.com' alt='' /></div>Edhelwennoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515493294004176515.post-44038915203315633252011-08-09T16:35:00.000+02:002011-08-09T16:35:39.621+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-86EZwCDkGls/TkFFZV9JByI/AAAAAAAAAno/a29DeMfLk0c/s1600/unless-ignatieva.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-86EZwCDkGls/TkFFZV9JByI/AAAAAAAAAno/a29DeMfLk0c/s320/unless-ignatieva.jpg" width="250" /></a></div><br />Bien malheureux celui qui croit,<br /><br />pouvoir mettre en cage,<br /><br />aussi dorée soit elle,<br /><br />le bel oiseau bleu et sa liberté..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515493294004176515-4403891520331563325?l=www.terre-fee.com' alt='' /></div>Edhelwennoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515493294004176515.post-51538373014094740182010-09-09T15:07:00.002+02:002010-09-09T15:12:57.326+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtLH3AalN9c/TIjdSg3Ko2I/AAAAAAAAAkc/oloEOLRRdDM/s1600/fee_alcool.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtLH3AalN9c/TIjdSg3Ko2I/AAAAAAAAAkc/oloEOLRRdDM/s400/fee_alcool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514901053843874658" border="0" /></a><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtLH3AalN9c/TIjcmHODe7I/AAAAAAAAAkU/iLwxVRJ9ZlQ/s1600/fee_alcool.jpg"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515493294004176515-5153837301409474018?l=www.terre-fee.com' alt='' /></div>Edhelwennoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515493294004176515.post-7238287245333842882010-03-18T18:58:00.003+01:002010-03-18T19:08:47.040+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtLH3AalN9c/S6JrjO2vKLI/AAAAAAAAAjE/n6jCopmV-SQ/s1600-h/desert-nuit.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtLH3AalN9c/S6JrjO2vKLI/AAAAAAAAAjE/n6jCopmV-SQ/s320/desert-nuit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450036752098994354" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;">"Cherche la réponse en ce même lieu d'où t'est venue la question.</span><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">"</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Djalâl-Od-Dîn-Rûmî (XIIIe Siècle)</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515493294004176515-723828724533384288?l=www.terre-fee.com' alt='' /></div>Edhelwennoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515493294004176515.post-52130084897538835382010-03-16T00:11:00.004+01:002010-03-16T00:43:52.817+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtLH3AalN9c/S57GLvDsKyI/AAAAAAAAAi8/YwGzNmQg_PQ/s1600-h/Drizzt+-+9.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtLH3AalN9c/S57GLvDsKyI/AAAAAAAAAi8/YwGzNmQg_PQ/s320/Drizzt+-+9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449010504077683490" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtLH3AalN9c/S56_CUiy6DI/AAAAAAAAAi0/ZfQLcIByklQ/s1600-h/Drizzt.jpg"><br /></a>Une illustration que j'aime beaucoup..<div><br /></div><div>Encore une rencontre en Outre-Monde,</div><div><br /></div><div>Le secours au milieu de la tempête.. ;)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515493294004176515-5213008489753883538?l=www.terre-fee.com' alt='' /></div>Edhelwennoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515493294004176515.post-24635922413771537712010-03-14T18:23:00.003+01:002010-03-14T18:28:56.477+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtLH3AalN9c/S50b7ruPRoI/AAAAAAAAAis/4rdyRdZaBnE/s1600-h/crayonne.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtLH3AalN9c/S50b7ruPRoI/AAAAAAAAAis/4rdyRdZaBnE/s320/crayonne.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448541836351063682" /></a><br /> Je préfère souvent les crayonnés aux illustrations colorées..<div><br /></div><div>Celle-ci est sublime..</div><div><br /></div><div>Elle me rappelle certains voyages Outre-Monde..</div><div><br /></div><div>Elle m'évoque un fameux soir sous les étoiles ou Solea dansait..</div><div><br /></div><div>Au rythme des tambours..</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515493294004176515-2463592241377153771?l=www.terre-fee.com' alt='' /></div>Edhelwennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515493294004176515.post-76870807758376235132010-02-09T18:04:00.001+01:002010-02-09T18:06:26.655+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtLH3AalN9c/S3GWAUXXMaI/AAAAAAAAAhg/CXH_F8eq79g/s1600-h/alchimygothic.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtLH3AalN9c/S3GWAUXXMaI/AAAAAAAAAhg/CXH_F8eq79g/s320/alchimygothic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436291157423763874" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515493294004176515-7687080775837623513?l=www.terre-fee.com' alt='' /></div>Edhelwennoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515493294004176515.post-78839429848606805812009-12-24T17:44:00.003+01:002009-12-24T17:47:24.971+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtLH3AalN9c/SzOa4u7fSEI/AAAAAAAAAhI/tR3FOvXqOLo/s1600-h/priere.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtLH3AalN9c/SzOa4u7fSEI/AAAAAAAAAhI/tR3FOvXqOLo/s320/priere.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418845076117735490" border="0" /></a><br />...<br />S'il te plait, Père Noël, amène-nous de beaux cadeaux, et en retour, c'est promis, on sera très sages... ;)<br />Mais pas trop..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515493294004176515-7883942984860680581?l=www.terre-fee.com' alt='' /></div>Edhelwennoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515493294004176515.post-75164151538387976622009-12-08T09:45:00.005+01:002009-12-08T16:18:39.344+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtLH3AalN9c/Sx4UDZ24dpI/AAAAAAAAAeg/qcqDz7UpgiY/s1600-h/greenman.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtLH3AalN9c/Sx4UDZ24dpI/AAAAAAAAAeg/qcqDz7UpgiY/s320/greenman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412785850859157138" border="0" /></a><br />Lorsqu'enfin il ne reste plus rien..<div>Plus une chair, plus un os..</div><div>Même pas de la poussière..</div><div>Je vois se recomposer mon nouveau corps..</div><div><br /></div><div>Squelette de racines, qui se tordent..</div><div>Plantes qui me parcourent comme des veines..</div><div>Et de la terre, et des feuilles, et de la mousse..</div><div>Finalement quand je me redresse.. je peux tout ressentir..</div><div><br /></div><div>Je touche un arbre du doigt.. et nous voici en discussion..</div><div>Mes mains au sol et me voici louve, couverte d'un noir pelage..</div><div>J'ouvre l'œil de mon cœur..</div><div>Je peux être une avec toute créature..</div><div>Ou simplement entrer en connexion..</div><div>Me voici métaphorphe.. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515493294004176515-7516415153838797662?l=www.terre-fee.com' alt='' /></div>Edhelwennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515493294004176515.post-61123208423660211352009-12-03T18:07:00.004+01:002009-12-03T21:38:08.729+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtLH3AalN9c/Sxgho4mxPII/AAAAAAAAAeY/WVl_J09qkNo/s1600-h/pacteloups.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtLH3AalN9c/Sxgho4mxPII/AAAAAAAAAeY/WVl_J09qkNo/s320/pacteloups.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411111938559130754" /></a><br />Je me souviens d'un cours de français en classe de Seconde...<br />J'étais assise, non par choix, au premier rang, juste devant le bureau.<br />Un cours de français comme un autre, soporiphique à priori, comme souvent à cet âge là..<br />Sauf qu'il y était question d'un texte de Montaigne..<br />En titre, une citation qui m'avait scotchée au point que machinalement, et sous le nez du directeur, je l'écrive sur ma table et en décore les lettres, perdue dans les pensées que la dite-pensée m'inspirait..<br /><br />Le directeur et professeur de français, plutôt sinistre et redouté, avait stoppé son cours, jusqu'à ce que le silence se fasse..<br />Il s'était finalement penché par dessus son bureau.. vue plongeante sur mon oeuvre !<br />Alors, j'ai réalisé ce que j'étais entrain de faire.. je gravais la table avec mon stylo.. de cette citation.. Elle disait :<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Que philosopher, c'est apprendre à mourir.."</span><br /><br />Le directeur a lu.. Il a souri.. et n'a rien dit sur le fait que je sois entrain de massacrer une pauvre planche..<br />Je me suis toujours demandé pourquoi.. Et cet instantané de vie est resté gravé dans ma mémoire..<br /><br />.....La citation a fleuri toutes mes dissertations de philo ensuite..<br />Elle revient encore maintenant..<div>Ce week-end, je vais philosopher... et apprendre à mourir.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515493294004176515-6112320842366021135?l=www.terre-fee.com' alt='' /></div>Edhelwennoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515493294004176515.post-85877770508885261162009-11-29T19:13:00.005+01:002009-11-29T19:20:47.616+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtLH3AalN9c/SxK7M0vUwAI/AAAAAAAAAeI/XHxK4v3vyUs/s1600/sorciere.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtLH3AalN9c/SxK7M0vUwAI/AAAAAAAAAeI/XHxK4v3vyUs/s320/sorciere.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409591931415347202" /></a>Avant le grand envol..<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtLH3AalN9c/SxK6V7pQz6I/AAAAAAAAAeA/kXCjXoC1n-A/s1600/sorciere.jpg"><br /></a>Au fil de l'eau et du temps..<div><br /></div><div>Au gré du coeur et des vents..</div><div><br /></div><div>Retrouver les ingrédients..</div><div><br /></div><div>Mélanger doucement..</div><div><br /></div><div>Saupoudrer de magie..</div><div><br /></div><div>Rencontre Outre-Monde..</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515493294004176515-8587777050888526116?l=www.terre-fee.com' alt='' /></div>Edhelwennoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515493294004176515.post-43739100772087164292009-11-23T23:50:00.003+01:002009-11-24T00:01:25.950+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtLH3AalN9c/SwsUOtVllcI/AAAAAAAAAd4/yjHu9zGlIqg/s1600/archange.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 394px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtLH3AalN9c/SwsUOtVllcI/AAAAAAAAAd4/yjHu9zGlIqg/s400/archange.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407438020509275586" /></a><br /><div>Je frotte mon dos contre le chêne centenaire..</div><div>Juste là.. à la naissance de mes ailes..</div><div>Bizarre..</div><div><br /></div>J'affûte mes armes..<div>Je sens leurs vibrations..<br /><div>Je les remets au fourreau..</div><div>J'attends.. </div><div><br /><div>Je plante mes pieds dans la terre..</div><div>Bien s'ancrer pour s'envoler plus haut..</div><div><br /></div><div>Et bientôt.. le Grand Voyage.</div><div>Qui m'aime ne me suive pas.</div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515493294004176515-4373910077208716429?l=www.terre-fee.com' alt='' /></div>Edhelwennoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515493294004176515.post-30804710995106956782009-11-16T09:37:00.007+01:002009-11-16T09:43:50.149+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtLH3AalN9c/SwEPkqgkxTI/AAAAAAAAAdw/uudh5uwJDj0/s1600/Drizzt.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtLH3AalN9c/SwEPkqgkxTI/AAAAAAAAAdw/uudh5uwJDj0/s400/Drizzt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404618150381929778" /></a><br />J'ai fait un rêve..<div><br /></div><div>J'agonisais dans la tempête..</div><div><br /></div><div>Alors, il était là..</div><div><br /></div><div>La panthère à ses côtés..</div><div><br /></div><div>Elle avait réussit..</div><div><br /></div><div>A franchir la porte..</div><div><br /></div><div>Scellée à tout jamais..</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515493294004176515-3080471099510695678?l=www.terre-fee.com' alt='' /></div>Edhelwennoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515493294004176515.post-61207658010522742552009-10-27T10:46:00.003+01:002009-10-27T10:50:53.622+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtLH3AalN9c/SubCcjwYpTI/AAAAAAAAAcs/HJxPkYWIDMM/s1600-h/coupleelfes.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtLH3AalN9c/SubCcjwYpTI/AAAAAAAAAcs/HJxPkYWIDMM/s400/coupleelfes.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397214999340426546" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtLH3AalN9c/SubCBHAxwGI/AAAAAAAAAck/VleZ5Z07UEc/s1600-h/coupleelfes.png"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515493294004176515-6120765801052274255?l=www.terre-fee.com' alt='' /></div>Edhelwennoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515493294004176515.post-29929386840108963302009-09-02T00:53:00.003+02:002009-09-02T00:57:35.499+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtLH3AalN9c/Sp2mIoKiNlI/AAAAAAAAAcc/IltQqvc9etY/s1600-h/fantomes.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtLH3AalN9c/Sp2mIoKiNlI/AAAAAAAAAcc/IltQqvc9etY/s320/fantomes.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376636197301007954" /></a>Je n'ai rien contre vos visites nocturnes..<div><br /></div><div>Mais s'il vous plait.. réveillez moi en douceur.. ;)</div><div><br /></div><div>Alors si vous voulez, nous referons le monde.. </div><div><br /></div><div>Et trouverons la porte vers l'au-delà qui vous attend..</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515493294004176515-2992938684010896330?l=www.terre-fee.com' alt='' /></div>Edhelwennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515493294004176515.post-44654016488646693872009-07-16T18:38:00.006+02:002009-07-16T18:46:29.776+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtLH3AalN9c/Sl9YFcVfB9I/AAAAAAAAAb8/YdJS7vJ3Kcs/s1600-h/faerie-1024.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtLH3AalN9c/Sl9YFcVfB9I/AAAAAAAAAb8/YdJS7vJ3Kcs/s320/faerie-1024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359098932123076562" border="0" /></a><br />A<br />quelle<br />température<br />du coeur,<br />de l'âme,<br />ou du corps,<br />une fée...<br />...disparait-elle du monde humain ??<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515493294004176515-4465401648864669387?l=www.terre-fee.com' alt='' /></div>Edhelwennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515493294004176515.post-512721152577138482009-06-17T08:29:00.005+02:002009-06-17T08:43:23.902+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtLH3AalN9c/SjiPKUL6FhI/AAAAAAAAAYc/l69mlxvIkok/s1600-h/tribal-danse.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtLH3AalN9c/SjiPKUL6FhI/AAAAAAAAAYc/l69mlxvIkok/s320/tribal-danse.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348181964882581010" /></a><br /><div>Autour du feu, dans les dunes..</div><div>Dansait l'Amazone..</div><div>Réveillée par les tambours..</div><div><br />Nouvel appel de l'Outre-Monde..<div>Il y a des réponses là-bas..</div><div>J'ai hâte..</div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515493294004176515-51272115257713848?l=www.terre-fee.com' alt='' /></div>Edhelwennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515493294004176515.post-72522470340141114022009-06-10T18:54:00.005+02:002009-06-10T19:01:04.177+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtLH3AalN9c/Si_mHmWhbGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/TusW6X5Z938/s1600-h/drizzt-rzz.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtLH3AalN9c/Si_mHmWhbGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/TusW6X5Z938/s320/drizzt-rzz.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345744300940553314" /></a><br />Parmi les moments magiques qui me touchent, <div>il y a... regarder dormir un homme...<div><br /></div><div>Et plus encore je crois,</div><div>quand il sagit d'un guerrier...</div><div><br /></div><div>Je suis alors comme une fée,</div><div>sur la pointe des ailes...<br /></div><div>à me gaver du spectacle... <br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Chuuuuuuuut !</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515493294004176515-7252247034014111402?l=www.terre-fee.com' alt='' /></div>Edhelwennoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515493294004176515.post-58556767162240965812009-05-21T00:46:00.005+02:002009-05-21T00:55:48.912+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtLH3AalN9c/ShSJiyqDudI/AAAAAAAAAXU/thUpZ3mxzDk/s1600-h/albator.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtLH3AalN9c/ShSJiyqDudI/AAAAAAAAAXU/thUpZ3mxzDk/s320/albator.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338042689147615698" /></a><br /><div><div>A regret, je te laisse là,</div><div>ombre de toi-même,</div><div>car tel est ton choix...</div><div><br /></div></div><div>Quant à moi,<div>je ne me retire pas du combat...</div><div>Car s'arrêter,</div><div>c'est cesser de vivre...</div><div><br /></div><div>Et quand la faux approchera,</div><div>je veux me tenir debout,</div><div>sabre à la main...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515493294004176515-5855676716224096581?l=www.terre-fee.com' alt='' /></div>Edhelwennoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515493294004176515.post-70539364365263097252009-04-28T19:10:00.007+02:002009-04-28T19:18:14.556+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtLH3AalN9c/Sfc5IsW1xII/AAAAAAAAAWU/R_wFiC-r-KA/s1600-h/urquhart-castte.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtLH3AalN9c/Sfc5IsW1xII/AAAAAAAAAWU/R_wFiC-r-KA/s320/urquhart-castte.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329791505524966530" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Quand on a un rêve..<br /><br /><br />Il faut se donner les moyens de le réaliser..<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Que jamais on ne puisse se reprocher..<br />De n'avoir pas osé, prendre le temps..<br /><br />Je m'envole en Outre-Monde..<br />Le phoenix à mes côtés..<br /><br />Que chaque instant nous soit.. fée !<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515493294004176515-7053936436526309725?l=www.terre-fee.com' alt='' /></div>Edhelwennoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515493294004176515.post-15072690306057153582009-03-31T08:28:00.003+02:002009-04-01T21:25:53.494+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtLH3AalN9c/SdG6I5mWSvI/AAAAAAAAAVc/cepu_N6rCA4/s1600-h/luciole.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtLH3AalN9c/SdG6I5mWSvI/AAAAAAAAAVc/cepu_N6rCA4/s320/luciole.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319237296964651762" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;">"L'amour est enfant de bohème </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;">Il n'a jamais, jamais connu de loi</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><div style="text-align: center;">Si tu ne m'aimes pas, je t'aime <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Si je t'aime, prends garde a toi"<br /></div></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">...Carmen</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">L'amour est très Fée !</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515493294004176515-1507269030605715358?l=www.terre-fee.com' alt='' /></div>Edhelwennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515493294004176515.post-6675017692384713922009-03-16T14:36:00.006+01:002009-03-16T14:43:20.219+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtLH3AalN9c/Sb5WF5l7XRI/AAAAAAAAAU8/seFF23W9MKA/s1600-h/pause.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtLH3AalN9c/Sb5WF5l7XRI/AAAAAAAAAU8/seFF23W9MKA/s400/pause.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313779269702999314" /></a><br /><div>...<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">"I'm safe, up high <br />Nothing can touch me <br />Why do I feel this party's over? <br /><br />No pain inside <br />You're like perfection <br />But how do I feel this good sober?"</span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Sober - P!nk</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; "><a href="http://www.deezer.com/track/2654540"></a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; "><a href="http://www.deezer.com/track/2654540">http://www.deezer.com/track/2654540</a></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515493294004176515-667501769238471392?l=www.terre-fee.com' alt='' /></div>Edhelwennoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515493294004176515.post-37531607912376900082009-03-06T17:24:00.007+01:002009-03-06T17:53:19.002+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtLH3AalN9c/SbFQss5Gq6I/AAAAAAAAASo/M-2gJL_MRGI/s1600-h/desert.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtLH3AalN9c/SbFQss5Gq6I/AAAAAAAAASo/M-2gJL_MRGI/s400/desert.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310114164541664162" /></a>Le vent a parlé.. de trésor..<div><br /></div><div>Il a chanté.. au fond du puits..<div><br /></div><div>Et dansent les âmes.. au delà des dunes..</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">En musique..</span></div><div><a href="http://www.deezer.com/track/560857">h<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">ttp://www.deezer.com/track/560857</span></a><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtLH3AalN9c/SbFQj8XX8nI/AAAAAAAAASg/sIi2bJzrVNs/s1600-h/desert.jpg"><br /></a><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515493294004176515-3753160791237690008?l=www.terre-fee.com' alt='' /></div>Edhelwennoreply@blogger.com1