tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554789923595514812012-01-22T02:35:50.646-08:00blog de poésie et d'images d'artRachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.comBlogger1301100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-76623180399310435872012-01-22T02:34:00.000-08:002012-01-22T02:35:50.660-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dI0mvjNNHuA/TxvmgAZgbHI/AAAAAAAABFQ/Pl5Hr8dA0pU/s1600/by%2Bthe%2Bcircus.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dI0mvjNNHuA/TxvmgAZgbHI/AAAAAAAABFQ/Pl5Hr8dA0pU/s400/by%2Bthe%2Bcircus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700403190904679538" /></a><br />L'etrange a <br />des gants longs <br />et de petits doigts<br />pour piquer <br />au nez <br />ou gratter <br />à l'oreille...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-7662318039931043587?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-66594850144249644482012-01-04T04:09:00.000-08:002012-01-04T04:11:33.220-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Uc3XK4wt8g/TwRB7hbUwyI/AAAAAAAABEs/U3VrRD-Ovqg/s1600/olga%2Bs.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Uc3XK4wt8g/TwRB7hbUwyI/AAAAAAAABEs/U3VrRD-Ovqg/s400/olga%2Bs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693748319744213794" /></a><br />Tu tournes <br />ou tu tournes pas <br />t'es une vedette<br />quand même...<br />un,deux,trois <br />M(auteur)......<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-6659485014424964448?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-18264210036576705602011-12-14T03:32:00.000-08:002011-12-14T03:34:07.004-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ZoOh3uws78/TuiJp40ZOgI/AAAAAAAABEY/v1DsgTsS_1s/s1600/something%2Bin%2Bgreen.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 380px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ZoOh3uws78/TuiJp40ZOgI/AAAAAAAABEY/v1DsgTsS_1s/s400/something%2Bin%2Bgreen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685945882275035650" /></a><br />Espace au rêve <br />au pinceau <br />de la magie<br />en couleurs <br />et en lumères...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-1826421003657670560?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-35964331845441336792011-12-02T03:39:00.000-08:002011-12-02T03:40:32.320-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9QpqBrJ_r_E/Tti5KyGP5BI/AAAAAAAABD4/A34BUCODumA/s1600/Shayk%2BSpirit%2Bbis%2B.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 368px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9QpqBrJ_r_E/Tti5KyGP5BI/AAAAAAAABD4/A34BUCODumA/s400/Shayk%2BSpirit%2Bbis%2B.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681494524825691154" /></a><br />Victime du songe <br />comme tout un poéte...<br />qui s'en ressent <br />parfois...peut-être...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-3596433184544133679?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-89760159037150468292011-11-20T04:34:00.000-08:002011-11-20T04:39:35.607-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QuSitEClKmA/Tsj0Pf54a4I/AAAAAAAABDo/FfUNQH0W2cU/s1600/verre%2Bcroc.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QuSitEClKmA/Tsj0Pf54a4I/AAAAAAAABDo/FfUNQH0W2cU/s400/verre%2Bcroc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677055877399997314" /></a><br />Reflet <br />dans un verre <br />d'esprit <br />solaire...<br />glace <br />rayons...<br />et paille...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-8976015903715046829?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-70433882539714756442011-10-31T03:54:00.000-07:002011-11-19T13:04:06.890-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GfVTWqisGhI/Tq5-wvccRhI/AAAAAAAABCw/_IJRutVtrRk/s1600/mini%2Bmini.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 353px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GfVTWqisGhI/Tq5-wvccRhI/AAAAAAAABCw/_IJRutVtrRk/s400/mini%2Bmini.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669608356740613650" /></a><br /> <br />Capricieuse <br />idée<br />aux oreilles <br />bouchées...<br />(et rêve...)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-7043388253971475644?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-62542991316192112812011-10-18T03:21:00.000-07:002011-11-19T13:20:19.533-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-msCBWWenD5I/Tp1Tcg7_cNI/AAAAAAAABCU/YqPHvTDVnoc/s1600/the%2Bbath.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-msCBWWenD5I/Tp1Tcg7_cNI/AAAAAAAABCU/YqPHvTDVnoc/s400/the%2Bbath.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664775655644950738" /></a><br />De pages en pages de journal <br />le monde<br />se fait <br />de plus en plus fou...<br />docteur... <br />( au secours...)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-6254299131619211281?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-19795078418518365422011-10-05T03:09:00.000-07:002011-11-19T13:17:56.873-08:00A la lanterne et au piano<br />accords et lumières <br />et autres notes hautes<br />à deux mains <br />en fines touches<br />concerto <br />musique de chambre <br />et symphonie<br />de l'ordinaire<br />extraordinaire ...<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tp8WyOdon7s/TowsdmiKcgI/AAAAAAAABCI/RM1-IUBnhTY/s1600/thinking%2Bdreaming.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="266" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tp8WyOdon7s/TowsdmiKcgI/AAAAAAAABCI/RM1-IUBnhTY/s400/thinking%2Bdreaming.jpg" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-1979507841851836542?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-86041377999979380682011-09-10T11:05:00.001-07:002011-11-19T13:21:22.749-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UeB0n4zPoyA/TmunDsQ9kII/AAAAAAAABBI/9TIZsh8N0g4/s1600/naosymphony.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UeB0n4zPoyA/TmunDsQ9kII/AAAAAAAABBI/9TIZsh8N0g4/s400/naosymphony.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650793839330168962" /></a><br />A pensé<br />a pensé<br />une fois<br />deux fois<br />trois fois<br />adjugé <br />et vendu...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-8604137799997938068?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-71449532626212432252011-08-28T03:57:00.000-07:002011-11-19T13:40:19.472-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yQDzr0kZN5w/TlofgFrGjKI/AAAAAAAABA0/8ECgwS6EJJQ/s1600/Sasha%2BPivovarova.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 362px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yQDzr0kZN5w/TlofgFrGjKI/AAAAAAAABA0/8ECgwS6EJJQ/s400/Sasha%2BPivovarova.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645859719001574562" /></a><br />Et rien de bon <br />mais alors <br />rien de bon<br />et où sont <br />les belles heures <br />les beaux jours<br />aux mots d'or <br />et de velours ?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-7144953262621243225?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-81689380530024602592011-08-28T02:10:00.000-07:002011-11-19T13:16:32.113-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LCnTu0T36Uc/Tn7xOsB4FWI/AAAAAAAABB8/QyIcCNEBX3w/s1600/kim%2Bcolor.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LCnTu0T36Uc/Tn7xOsB4FWI/AAAAAAAABB8/QyIcCNEBX3w/s400/kim%2Bcolor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656223416663414114" /></a><br />Tout était léger comme sur un matelas aux pensées<br />ou un oreiller aux idées aux draps de rêves<br />tout seul comme dans les nuages de son esprit...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-8168938053002460259?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-38444691360213499372011-08-12T04:19:00.000-07:002011-11-19T13:02:37.650-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L3a6QKW-gtM/TkUNJgHWptI/AAAAAAAABAY/JfPFQvqnJAg/s1600/sarda.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 348px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L3a6QKW-gtM/TkUNJgHWptI/AAAAAAAABAY/JfPFQvqnJAg/s400/sarda.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639928565242177234" /></a><br />L'élégie des chapeaux <br />cristaux,<br />en des gouttes <br />de pluie,<br />et des rayons<br />de soleil étincellant<br />transparent,<br />comme le mystère<br />des étoiles...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-3844469136021349937?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-19238047764402822962011-07-14T20:18:00.000-07:002011-11-19T13:17:05.482-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nsZ5q9WL5Zc/Th7Qv45hJII/AAAAAAAAA8M/M3exlQzQMRY/s1600/Diane%2BKrugerl.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 372px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nsZ5q9WL5Zc/Th7Qv45hJII/AAAAAAAAA8M/M3exlQzQMRY/s400/Diane%2BKrugerl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629166105405760642" /></a><br />Béatitude de nuage au soleil<br />au rêve d'une lointaine et vieille vie...<br />Ô fou idées et folie...mais fou...<br />même les fleurs nous oublient...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-1923804776440282296?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-82777855253435508432011-07-06T05:11:00.000-07:002011-11-19T13:06:29.655-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3GYlN_e1mSI/ThRRV3A5c7I/AAAAAAAAA68/_k_GEiGstPU/s1600/Zuzana%2BGregorov%25C3%25A1.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3GYlN_e1mSI/ThRRV3A5c7I/AAAAAAAAA68/_k_GEiGstPU/s400/Zuzana%2BGregorov%25C3%25A1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626211270479410098" /></a><br />Clopin clopinant <br />clopant<br />aux voyages <br />en sa tête...<br />cahin-caha<br />comme autrefois<br />voyage féerie...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-8277785525343550843?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-90919597209271887002011-06-26T03:16:00.000-07:002011-11-20T02:36:29.195-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fO5PBCJnJA4/TgMS7UtRcxI/AAAAAAAAA5w/23VxeNyPtYU/s1600/Irina%2BShayk.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fO5PBCJnJA4/TgMS7UtRcxI/AAAAAAAAA5w/23VxeNyPtYU/s400/Irina%2BShayk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621357570268689170" /></a><br />Quand les ours se réveillent <br />il ne reste plus <br />qu'à partir hiberner <br />en espérant que la banquise <br />n'ait pas fondue...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-9091959720927188700?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-14646005241557577562011-06-14T03:39:00.000-07:002011-11-19T13:19:31.747-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L9vu2ZARO6I/Tfc605GcsMI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/WGcGPVY8bkA/s1600/megan%2Bfox.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L9vu2ZARO6I/Tfc605GcsMI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/WGcGPVY8bkA/s400/megan%2Bfox.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618023740523458754" /></a><br />L'étrange vie <br />des temps,<br />ses courants, <br />ses différences, <br />ses subtilités,<br />ses étrangetés, <br />ses curiosités,<br />encore <br />faudrait il <br />en écrire, <br />un roman...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-1464600524155757756?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-54084691410963438132011-06-05T03:03:00.000-07:002011-06-14T03:55:37.368-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VxjT7EB7jtY/TetU41gyKXI/AAAAAAAAA48/mn2A9ul1M7o/s1600/majorette.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 362px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VxjT7EB7jtY/TetU41gyKXI/AAAAAAAAA48/mn2A9ul1M7o/s400/majorette.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614674695861447026" /></a><br />Conter les fleurs <br />au jardinier <br />il vous écoutera<br />peut-être... <br />mais rien n'est <br />moins sûr...<br />mais non... <br />il vous parlera <br />des siennes...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-5408469141096343813?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-60857603943075808862011-05-19T02:48:00.001-07:002011-06-14T03:56:06.754-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WXqro1Bw-nA/TdTnoo5GijI/AAAAAAAAA4M/6bnXOhAlNv8/s1600/Doutzen%2BKroes.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WXqro1Bw-nA/TdTnoo5GijI/AAAAAAAAA4M/6bnXOhAlNv8/s400/Doutzen%2BKroes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608362121340815922" /></a><br />Tout est jour <br />sauf le jour...<br />tout est nuit <br />sauf la nuit...<br />tout est coeur <br />sauf l'amour...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-6085760394307580886?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-58112377737939604952011-05-10T02:49:00.000-07:002011-05-10T02:52:40.873-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IkbwYlaKKXI/TckKgOIHjCI/AAAAAAAAA4A/P5qvFN2n0WY/s1600/usolova.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IkbwYlaKKXI/TckKgOIHjCI/AAAAAAAAA4A/P5qvFN2n0WY/s400/usolova.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605022759903530018" /></a><br />Livre <br />du jour<br />sans mot <br />ni image <br />mais <br />à pages<br />à la <br />recherche<br />de l'auteur <br />perdu...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-5811237773793960495?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-56658504030615327982011-04-09T06:49:00.000-07:002011-04-11T10:59:22.618-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWq4gPRCEUE/TZ3BGY95kCI/AAAAAAAAAzo/2LFDHdqSRt8/s1600/Marloes%2BHorst%2BN%25C3%25A9glig%25C3%25A9.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 396px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWq4gPRCEUE/TZ3BGY95kCI/AAAAAAAAAzo/2LFDHdqSRt8/s400/Marloes%2BHorst%2BN%25C3%25A9glig%25C3%25A9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592838627789475874" /></a><br />Philharmonie <br />à coups <br />de baguette<br />le vertige <br />du pupitre <br />aux notes<br />à la valse <br />de la plume <br />à encre<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-5665850403061532798?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-85427605392363800822011-03-29T03:00:00.000-07:002011-03-29T04:05:12.122-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6K5zczmmE2s/TZGuAHpCtlI/AAAAAAAAAuo/AoijSZ8KzTI/s1600/Marlena.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 391px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6K5zczmmE2s/TZGuAHpCtlI/AAAAAAAAAuo/AoijSZ8KzTI/s400/Marlena.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589439929617921618" /></a><br />Seule la flèche <br />en plein vol <br />est vraiment <br />immobile...<br />disait Zénon...<br />Et déjà <br />le philosophe <br />en tombe...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-8542760539236380082?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-12305766183834377012011-03-19T06:44:00.000-07:002011-03-21T03:57:25.962-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y3DK_GLv4OM/TYC_AM-6CpI/AAAAAAAAAtA/5d7WQqRq1OM/s1600/Ilse%2Bde%2BBoer.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 392px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y3DK_GLv4OM/TYC_AM-6CpI/AAAAAAAAAtA/5d7WQqRq1OM/s400/Ilse%2Bde%2BBoer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584673548145396370" /></a><br />Chronique <br />des années <br />de sable<br />comme au <br />festival <br />de Cannes <br />Par Mélies<br />ah le petit <br />grain<br />sur la lune<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-1230576618383437701?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-49682665121687092862011-03-10T04:15:00.000-08:002011-03-11T16:27:30.984-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S84J86G-e3g/TXTNbjiuhGI/AAAAAAAAAs0/k9hQKI4o3tU/s1600/NicoleTrunfio%2B.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 385px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S84J86G-e3g/TXTNbjiuhGI/AAAAAAAAAs0/k9hQKI4o3tU/s400/NicoleTrunfio%2B.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581311711499945058" /></a><br />Légèreté <br />se fait <br />lourdes<br />quand <br />la plume <br />tombe <br />des bras<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-4968266512168709286?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-44925086753892805102011-02-28T10:22:00.000-08:002011-02-28T14:53:16.163-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FZ-QNBlVxJA/TWvoTh57OSI/AAAAAAAAAsk/93qnRm3bjLs/s1600/Rosie%2BHuntington-Whiteley.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 388px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FZ-QNBlVxJA/TWvoTh57OSI/AAAAAAAAAsk/93qnRm3bjLs/s400/Rosie%2BHuntington-Whiteley.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578807985644976418" /></a><br />Tiepolo Tiepolo <br />Tiepolo Venise<br />en vaut elle la pêche<br /><br />Sans doute <br />par masques carnavals <br />et peintures<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-4492508675389280510?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-38535556896832078902011-02-20T05:35:00.000-08:002011-02-23T17:45:35.804-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LQ0sberoiaA/TV0kVhRK91I/AAAAAAAAAsc/rCdjTovN6mo/s1600/Anja%2BRubik.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LQ0sberoiaA/TV0kVhRK91I/AAAAAAAAAsc/rCdjTovN6mo/s400/Anja%2BRubik.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574651865880786770" /></a><br />Sur sous <br />avec des nuages<br />sur sous <br />avec le vent<br />mais sur sous <br />avec quel ciel ?<br />et puis il y a <br />les étoiles...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-3853555689683207890?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-45555020058712797472011-02-12T02:49:00.000-08:002011-02-14T01:09:54.482-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/TVJxzwF-DvI/AAAAAAAAAsM/K-_5GVuueco/s1600/Kelly%2BBrook.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/TVJxzwF-DvI/AAAAAAAAAsM/K-_5GVuueco/s400/Kelly%2BBrook.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571640822907932402" /></a><br />Une discussion<br />de fauves<br />dans une cage<br />rend indécis<br />le colibri<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-4555502005871279747?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-59853362529703734632011-02-04T15:09:00.000-08:002011-02-05T14:48:46.502-08:00J'ai eu la joie et le bonheur il y a longtemps maintenant de publier<br />quelques poèmes dans le numéro 10 de la revue Algérie Littérature Action<br />paru en 1997,j'ai découvert récemment qu'on pouvais la lire et même la<br />télécharger à partir du net...Au cas où ça intéresserait quelqu'un j'ai<br />disposé des liens ici sur la page de mon blog...à tout hazard...<br /><br />http://www.revues-plurielles.org/_uploads/pdf/4_10_28.pdf<br />http://www.revues-plurielles.org/_uploads/pdf/4_22_26.pdf<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-5985336252970373463?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-89262495068092208502011-01-27T02:49:00.000-08:002011-01-27T14:32:09.474-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/TT6q_ual8zI/AAAAAAAAArc/bRK4cr0dX_E/s1600/actor.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/TT6q_ual8zI/AAAAAAAAArc/bRK4cr0dX_E/s400/actor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566074201244562226" /></a><br />Histoires vagues comme le vent<br />par une journée de mauvais temps<br />à l'autre bout des nuages<br />entre des étoiles et des lunes<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-8926249506809220850?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-55678634041349218292011-01-19T03:10:00.001-08:002011-11-19T13:29:19.878-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/TTbGzIhMf8I/AAAAAAAAArM/C4EHf5mEnYw/s1600/Maja%2BLatinovic%2Blove%2Bit%2Byou.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/TTbGzIhMf8I/AAAAAAAAArM/C4EHf5mEnYw/s400/Maja%2BLatinovic%2Blove%2Bit%2Byou.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563852971425169346" /></a><br />Marcher sur les deux rives <br />d'un fleuve à la fois<br />voilà qui consiste en un certain exploit<br />surtout si on ne se noye pas...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-5567863404134921829?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-20257208853919114822011-01-14T02:41:00.000-08:002011-01-14T02:42:22.511-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/TTAoiGTMa4I/AAAAAAAAAq8/3pa2IaPhfmw/s1600/%25C3%25A9crit.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/TTAoiGTMa4I/AAAAAAAAAq8/3pa2IaPhfmw/s400/%25C3%25A9crit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561990106074344322" /></a><br />L'ombre <br /> dialogue<br />avec son language<br /> mais la lumière<br />n'a qu'une parole<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-2025720885391911482?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-69685688902686686662010-12-31T03:18:00.000-08:002010-12-31T03:26:53.564-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/TR29-WJz-lI/AAAAAAAAAq0/ebWCT7Jufs0/s1600/flamand.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/TR29-WJz-lI/AAAAAAAAAq0/ebWCT7Jufs0/s400/flamand.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556806394041334354" /></a><br />Souvent par la plume<br />les hommes de lettres<br />se chatouillent les pieds<br />surtout en rire<br />et ne pas se fâcher<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-6968568890268668666?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-22927022508047826792010-12-22T08:25:00.000-08:002010-12-22T08:26:47.227-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/TRImuzYdlJI/AAAAAAAAAqI/0BTuiUfWfHo/s1600/pens%25C3%25A9e.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/TRImuzYdlJI/AAAAAAAAAqI/0BTuiUfWfHo/s400/pens%25C3%25A9e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553543876009890962" /></a><br />Pauvre " moi " finit-on par se dire parfois...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-2292702250804782679?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-61863218603373850572010-12-14T03:05:00.001-08:002010-12-14T03:06:19.325-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/TQdPogaMfhI/AAAAAAAAAp0/3PHzdGIg3o8/s1600/lily%2Bdonaldson%2B.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 356px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/TQdPogaMfhI/AAAAAAAAAp0/3PHzdGIg3o8/s400/lily%2Bdonaldson%2B.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550492623070592530" /></a><br />Y raisins <br />d'X colères<br />en pépins<br />comme formule <br />poètique<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-6186321860337385057?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-60429899504619884382010-12-05T15:58:00.000-08:002010-12-05T16:14:01.633-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/TPtwqv8_TuI/AAAAAAAAApY/g5K5qtD3ptU/s1600/plume.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/TPtwqv8_TuI/AAAAAAAAApY/g5K5qtD3ptU/s400/plume.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547151245765988066" /></a><br />Café sous la pluie <br />sans parapluie<br />dans le nuit <br />au clair de lune<br /><br />Babillages <br />habillages <br />et maquillages<br />d'un coeur <br />sous la pluie<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-6042989950461988438?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-47969979353343002302010-11-29T02:54:00.000-08:002010-11-29T02:56:27.436-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/TPOG1MkGfmI/AAAAAAAAApQ/uyPhuL0Cn1g/s1600/Hillary%2BRhoda%2BMaSK_modifi%25C3%25A9-1.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 392px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/TPOG1MkGfmI/AAAAAAAAApQ/uyPhuL0Cn1g/s400/Hillary%2BRhoda%2BMaSK_modifi%25C3%25A9-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544923814687047266" /></a><br />Entre bas les masques<br />et passent les cartes<br />à l'invitation du bal<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-4796997935334300230?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-76998208460041401992010-11-20T03:20:00.000-08:002010-11-20T03:23:40.789-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/TOevtjdihYI/AAAAAAAAAo4/vd16TSLAjMo/s1600/blikhina01.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/TOevtjdihYI/AAAAAAAAAo4/vd16TSLAjMo/s400/blikhina01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541591063650796930" /></a><br />Du temps au vent<br />de fil en fil<br />à cloche nuage<br />soleil voyage<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-7699820846004140199?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-85891890711339897202010-11-07T06:36:00.000-08:002010-11-07T06:38:07.186-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/TNa5x80WYZI/AAAAAAAAAog/oAYT_PQ7ZwE/s1600/body+01.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/TNa5x80WYZI/AAAAAAAAAog/oAYT_PQ7ZwE/s320/body+01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536817059689030034" /></a><br />C'est diffile parfois d'être simplement soi<br />nul ne vous croit même n'est prêt à vous croire<br />comme d'une méditation sur la condition humaine<br />et d'une réflexion à propos de l'être<br />ou d'une résignation au sujet de soi-même<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-8589189071133989720?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-23984399019784975862010-10-31T06:44:00.000-07:002010-10-31T06:47:39.816-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/TM1za0ZxxdI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/6gWNLdODc1g/s1600/Ashley+Hat_modifi%C3%A9-3.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/TM1za0ZxxdI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/6gWNLdODc1g/s320/Ashley+Hat_modifi%C3%A9-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534206421688763858" /></a><br />L'humour n'est pas<br />mon amour<br />mon amour n'est pas<br />de l'humour<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-2398439901978497586?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-84276360891323339922010-09-29T15:54:00.000-07:002010-09-29T18:05:49.740-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/TKPD_TqsDwI/AAAAAAAAAnY/H1JXu2gyLTk/s1600/discipline_modifi%C3%A9-1.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/TKPD_TqsDwI/AAAAAAAAAnY/H1JXu2gyLTk/s320/discipline_modifi%C3%A9-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522473060464856834" /></a><br />Romantiquement philosophe, <br />comme aux nuages,<br />la pensée et ses songes :<br />la plus grandioses <br />de toutes les illusions<br />soit dit en passant...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-8427636089132333992?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-51098126463680513092010-09-16T13:32:00.000-07:002010-09-16T15:45:32.241-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/TJFJ7uOV45I/AAAAAAAAAnI/GhBtbegQRkk/s1600/Naomi+Campbell+.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/TJFJ7uOV45I/AAAAAAAAAnI/GhBtbegQRkk/s320/Naomi+Campbell+.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517272308874863506" /></a><br />Au petit grain le rocher <br />du grain au grain<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-5109812646368051309?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-65864238094078178292010-09-06T10:58:00.000-07:002010-09-06T11:01:37.011-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/TIUseshFIAI/AAAAAAAAAms/pa7TdTpiQ-M/s1600/a+bee+lee.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/TIUseshFIAI/AAAAAAAAAms/pa7TdTpiQ-M/s320/a+bee+lee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513862224642646018" /></a><br />Tout disparait même les apparitions<br />mais le phénomène persiste et signe<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-6586423809407817829?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-1840749574268859532010-09-01T12:07:00.000-07:002010-09-01T12:08:48.387-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/TH6kuoNczJI/AAAAAAAAAl0/b0cTZmzW8WI/s1600/I+katerina_modifi%C3%A9-2.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/TH6kuoNczJI/AAAAAAAAAl0/b0cTZmzW8WI/s320/I+katerina_modifi%C3%A9-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512024114922835090" /></a><br />Entre ah et oh<br /><br />ouh<br /><br />ah <br /><br />oh<br /><br />hi<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-184074957426885953?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-44678904590166785522010-08-21T18:32:00.000-07:002010-08-21T18:34:56.532-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/THB-m8Av5uI/AAAAAAAAAls/5W6Bg6KFxI8/s1600/Keira+Knightley+in+the+night.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/THB-m8Av5uI/AAAAAAAAAls/5W6Bg6KFxI8/s320/Keira+Knightley+in+the+night.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508041551683512034" /></a><br />Les angoisses de l'amour<br />sont une sacrée symphonie<br />à toutes les musiques<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-4467890459016678552?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-38957912523928300992010-08-03T11:18:00.000-07:002010-08-03T11:23:51.936-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/TFherReMRCI/AAAAAAAAAlE/rk-Y0UEbrN8/s1600/Chateau+rouge+et+bleu.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/TFherReMRCI/AAAAAAAAAlE/rk-Y0UEbrN8/s320/Chateau+rouge+et+bleu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501251042350482466" /></a><br />A la Bastille comme à la pastille<br />les nouvelles impressions françaises...<br />et révolutionnaires...<br />demi-tour en arrière...<br />route...vive le Roi<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-3895791252392830099?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-64658494404626048042010-07-23T03:25:00.000-07:002010-07-23T03:29:41.549-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/TElvEGw8U6I/AAAAAAAAAk4/Wp6AOsRU_sc/s1600/older+times.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/TElvEGw8U6I/AAAAAAAAAk4/Wp6AOsRU_sc/s320/older+times.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497046936508453794" /></a><br />Sous la loupe de l'oeil <br />des coeurs qui battent<br />comme des bouches <br />à l'oreille du soir...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-6465849440462604804?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-48576192780427876722010-07-12T08:25:00.000-07:002010-07-12T08:27:26.388-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/TDs0SsbgmgI/AAAAAAAAAkw/i6EyLsceUWU/s1600/indien+poly_modifi%C3%A9-2.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/TDs0SsbgmgI/AAAAAAAAAkw/i6EyLsceUWU/s320/indien+poly_modifi%C3%A9-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493041666277284354" /></a><br />Des moineaux<br />et des miettes<br />de conte du bec<br />en pain sec<br />le fin repas<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-4857619278042787672?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-15422185227298356782010-06-30T13:03:00.000-07:002010-06-30T13:54:28.031-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/TCuH1U-t7mI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/sGUMeKa1Fd8/s1600/tutu.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/TCuH1U-t7mI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/sGUMeKa1Fd8/s320/tutu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488629921115663970" /></a><br />De coin en coin <br />en coin de coin<br />en vent de vent <br />de vent en vent<br />aux quatre coins <br />les quatre vents<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-1542218522729835678?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-59720423184432704942010-06-06T04:16:00.000-07:002010-06-06T04:21:22.805-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/TAuEezGHyKI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Esu6_3vEKSE/s1600/tony+garn.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/TAuEezGHyKI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Esu6_3vEKSE/s320/tony+garn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479619036273166498" /></a><br />Flamme flamme<br /> femme<br /> et vent...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-5972042318443270494?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-19310413421608934212010-05-07T15:14:00.000-07:002010-05-07T18:23:42.707-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/S-SQ-dhkItI/AAAAAAAAAhk/PrOrPqYl_Gc/s1600/jessica+hart+art.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/S-SQ-dhkItI/AAAAAAAAAhk/PrOrPqYl_Gc/s320/jessica+hart+art.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468655250286322386" /></a><br />L’ailleurs n’existe <br />qu’ailleurs<br />L’ici aussi <br />par ailleurs…<br />mais ici...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-1931041342160893421?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-68607773066867149932010-03-26T08:03:00.000-07:002010-03-28T03:26:01.203-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/S6zNujpO9QI/AAAAAAAAAcE/GWhVnfQ9UqE/s1600/Keira+Knightley.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/S6zNujpO9QI/AAAAAAAAAcE/GWhVnfQ9UqE/s320/Keira+Knightley.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452959448564692226" /></a><br />A portrait of this young <br /><br />charming actress...<br /><br />I don't know if it's it<br /><br />don't hesitate to comment<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-6860777306686714993?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-90778836085168530142010-03-10T08:02:00.000-08:002010-03-13T16:44:11.793-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/S5empUWj9OI/AAAAAAAAAaM/DMMDXu9Scqw/s1600-h/Injirious+bastards.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/S5empUWj9OI/AAAAAAAAAaM/DMMDXu9Scqw/s320/Injirious+bastards.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447005503096091874" /></a><br />Des yeux bleu ciel<br />comme les étoiles traversent<br /> la nuit<br /><br /> ***<br /><br />Qui met des gants<br />cache ses empreintes<br /><br /> ***<br /><br />Si chaises contaient le café<br />bien des romans<br />seraient rose ou bleu<br /><br /> ***<br /><br />Qui déjeune au lit<br />dinne à la chandelle<br /><br /> ***<br /><br />Toute bougie aime sa flamme<br />sa mèche et sa cire<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-9077883608516853014?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-80978456283665935872010-03-05T12:07:00.000-08:002010-03-05T15:55:17.827-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/S5FlRmMBy4I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/AU1En12xfgA/s1600-h/for+a+tales.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/S5FlRmMBy4I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/AU1En12xfgA/s320/for+a+tales.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445244777450818434" /></a><br />Ô<br />Pinceau lâchant<br /> Des pointillés<br />Par à-coups<br /> Des petits points<br /> En petits points<br />Alternant<br /> La forme<br /> Et les couleurs<br />Sur une spirale<br /> Tourbillonnante<br />D’où se détache<br /> La perspective<br /> Spatial<br />Des espaces<br /> Mystérieux<br />Des illusions<br /> De l’art<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-8097845628366593587?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-89700794251933691462010-03-02T05:15:00.001-08:002010-03-02T05:16:34.030-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/S40Ph9iRLnI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ihUtoAqzcsQ/s1600-h/eva+blue01.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/S40Ph9iRLnI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ihUtoAqzcsQ/s320/eva+blue01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444024600689192562" /></a><br /> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">A s'occuper </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes">         </span>à des riens</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">se dessine</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes">        </span>un grand tout</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-8970079425193369146?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-59608479125586175492010-02-16T11:32:00.000-08:002010-02-17T03:50:27.526-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/S3qChPR8RyI/AAAAAAAAAYg/VFSk9m5iT34/s1600-h/country.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/S3qChPR8RyI/AAAAAAAAAYg/VFSk9m5iT34/s320/country.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438803007552374562" /></a><br />Chercher l'humain<br /> à travers le monde<br />d'aujourd'hui<br />relève de la symphonie<br /> inachevée<br /> achevante<br />Ce ne sont ni notes<br /> ni mélodies<br /> ni harmonies<br />ni musiques<br /> mais bruits<br /> de métal rouillé<br />billes brisées ou déformées<br />pièces inemboîtables<br /> d'ensembles disparates<br /><br />C'est compromis de bas étages<br />et sourdine d'immeuble<br />c'est debris et décatis<br />poussières et cendres de pierres<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-5960847912558617549?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-16998151208108109552010-01-29T09:13:00.000-08:002010-01-30T03:45:27.713-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/S2MXgBhe6LI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ffhWfmrowLE/s1600-h/tirod_modifi%C3%A9-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/S2MXgBhe6LI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ffhWfmrowLE/s320/tirod_modifi%C3%A9-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432211414471076018" /></a><br />Par la poésie<br />il reprit goût à la vie<br /><br /> **<br /><br />Avec les mots<br />le monde se fait souvent<br />plus beau<br /><br /> **<br /><br />Qui cultive la poésie<br />met des fleurs<br />dans son coeur<br /><br /> **<br /><br />La beauté des poètes<br />est insensible<br />fine et sensible<br />et quasi invisible<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-1699815120810810955?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-26066249037693412652010-01-18T13:00:00.001-08:002010-01-18T13:02:29.072-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/S1TMFHq4XdI/AAAAAAAAAW4/UBVscxdgdgc/s1600-h/%C3%A9pouvantail.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/S1TMFHq4XdI/AAAAAAAAAW4/UBVscxdgdgc/s320/%C3%A9pouvantail.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428187839218605522" /></a><br />En paix avec ses songes<br />à misère qui sourit <br />quant au miroir chante<br />sans pluie un peu d'esprit<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-2606624903769341265?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-37199727070706947362010-01-13T04:22:00.001-08:002010-01-18T11:04:08.297-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/S027neWgOqI/AAAAAAAAAWk/SnxArmKrm6k/s1600-h/Diane+Kruger+injurious+bastards+.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/S027neWgOqI/AAAAAAAAAWk/SnxArmKrm6k/s320/Diane+Kruger+injurious+bastards+.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426199412888058530" /></a><br />Triste loir<br /> doux ruminant<br />polissant songe<br /><br /> ***<br /><br />Biche de velour<br />en patte d'ours<br />gare aux griffes<br /><br /> ***<br /><br />Des souris blanches<br />dans un pré<br />et le chat cabriole<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-3719972707070694736?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-65711997725266833822010-01-08T14:05:00.000-08:002010-01-08T14:06:50.006-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/S0esc3NmjXI/AAAAAAAAAWE/uRZFoijvQqg/s1600-h/beatcar.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/S0esc3NmjXI/AAAAAAAAAWE/uRZFoijvQqg/s320/beatcar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424493888048369010" /></a><br /> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Embarqué</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">dans le bateau</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">de pluies</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">vers l'autre songe</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">étoile</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">dans le pli des vagues</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">s'effeuillants</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">furibondes</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">comme à se balancer</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">attaché à la lune</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">de hauts ressacs</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">à beaux sursauts</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">au vertige bleu</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">des mers</span></p> <span lang="EN-US" style="'font-family:;font-size:12.0pt;">de la nuit</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-6571199772526683382?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-37126234631894516822010-01-06T09:21:00.000-08:002010-01-06T09:24:59.533-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/S0TG3mS7WQI/AAAAAAAAAV8/duGAHd2nHrs/s1600-h/thoughts.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/S0TG3mS7WQI/AAAAAAAAAV8/duGAHd2nHrs/s320/thoughts.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423678509735958786" /></a>J'aime les bleus du ciel<br /> la nuit<br /> ils font rêver<br /> <br /> ***<br /><br />Bien des étoiles ont l'air éternelles<br /><br /><p> ***</p><p>Au fil de l'eau</p><p>s'écoulent les songes</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-3712623463189451682?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-70034621702109345812009-12-29T08:01:00.001-08:002009-12-29T09:30:55.446-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/Szon5J3Df0I/AAAAAAAAAVs/bP3y3T-59LY/s1600-h/dreaming+sofa.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/Szon5J3Df0I/AAAAAAAAAVs/bP3y3T-59LY/s320/dreaming+sofa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420688964346675010" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:FR">Mollement cotonneux</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:FR">plongeant  dans un sofa </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:FR">comme </span><span style="mso-ansi-language:FR">dans la fumée d'un cigare</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:FR">l'oeil dans les rêves</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:FR">palpitant à l'ivresse</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:FR">comme aux vieilles belles heures</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:FR">d'un long passé onirique </span><span style="mso-ansi-language:FR">au  léger soir léger </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:FR">voilant </span><span style="mso-ansi-language:FR">d'</span><span style="mso-ansi-language:FR">une toile </span><span style="mso-ansi-language:FR">un fil </span><span style="mso-ansi-language:FR">à l'azur étoilé </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:FR">de vagues de  mer </span><span style="mso-ansi-language:FR">de soleil et  de lune...</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:FR"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-7003462170210934581?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-55902409870675307302009-12-24T12:48:00.000-08:002009-12-24T12:50:03.819-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/SzPT9ZTYn6I/AAAAAAAAAU8/PeP9zxJ9cAI/s1600-h/Living+castel.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/SzPT9ZTYn6I/AAAAAAAAAU8/PeP9zxJ9cAI/s320/Living+castel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418907828374511522" /></a><br /> <p class="MsoNormal">L’art du faussaire de nos jours</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Est bien roi</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Mais l’art du roi est parfois faussaire</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-5590240987067530730?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-81465194161359236992009-12-24T04:15:00.000-08:002009-12-24T04:20:49.367-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/SzNbvLlz1sI/AAAAAAAAAU0/jI1p60enoks/s1600-h/bas+collant_modifi%C3%A9-1.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/SzNbvLlz1sI/AAAAAAAAAU0/jI1p60enoks/s320/bas+collant_modifi%C3%A9-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418775642780194498" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal">Beaucoup de bruits</p><p class="MsoNormal">           Dans un brouillard</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p>Dans le mur</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes">           </span>On entend des rumeurs</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p>Sous la porte</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes">           </span>On imagine des voix</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-8146519416135923699?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-90033865732324260562009-12-24T04:11:00.000-08:002009-12-24T04:14:46.858-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/SzNbMMwZoyI/AAAAAAAAAUs/-1NZlT_oK7g/s1600-h/abbey+mask.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/SzNbMMwZoyI/AAAAAAAAAUs/-1NZlT_oK7g/s320/abbey+mask.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418775041797628706" /></a><br /><span lang="EN-US">En beauté</span> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes">         </span>dites "inutile"</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">mais</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes">       </span>n'est ce pas plus beau</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-9003386573232426056?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-60002959586200870112009-12-14T08:04:00.000-08:002009-12-14T08:05:59.082-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/SyZiYcgDlRI/AAAAAAAAAUY/HkAvZ963hP8/s1600-h/bird+in+the+sky.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/SyZiYcgDlRI/AAAAAAAAAUY/HkAvZ963hP8/s320/bird+in+the+sky.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415123774066627858" /></a><br /> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Les belles heures et les beaux jours</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">comme passe le vent et les feuilles autant</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">comme passent les feuilles au vent...<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <span lang="EN-US" style="'font-family:;font-size:12.0pt;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-6000295958620087011?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-85308953934647805992009-12-14T08:00:00.000-08:002009-12-14T08:02:11.246-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/SyZhfRmg47I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/dNNmyDkHM6w/s1600-h/nature+morte.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/SyZhfRmg47I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/dNNmyDkHM6w/s320/nature+morte.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415122791888380850" /></a><br /> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">N'a rien appris de rien comme toujours</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">celui qui se croit plus malin sauf ça peut-être...</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-8530895393464780599?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-37425851931356428282009-12-14T07:57:00.000-08:002009-12-24T04:00:40.107-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/SyZgwBJ5sJI/AAAAAAAAAUI/-YhCIO7vHyU/s1600-h/in+the+moon.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/SyZgwBJ5sJI/AAAAAAAAAUI/-YhCIO7vHyU/s320/in+the+moon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415121980019552402" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Au sourire comme à la plume</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">comme à la lune</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">au reflet de sa vieille ombre</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">un peu aux étoiles</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">mais pas vraiment dans la nuit</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-3742585193135642828?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-66081287071276835562009-11-29T05:51:00.001-08:002009-12-03T11:13:06.421-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/SxJ8g4wVOtI/AAAAAAAAAUA/cJDBBoXM4vI/s1600/suspires.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409523006858148562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/SxJ8g4wVOtI/AAAAAAAAAUA/cJDBBoXM4vI/s320/suspires.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Encre blanc léger<br />Neige fondante ou voltigeante<br />Sur les pages de l’oubli<br />Volant d’instants en moments<br />D’avis sans soucis </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-6608128707127683556?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-89966486582357819372009-11-29T05:47:00.000-08:002009-12-03T11:14:08.345-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/SxJ7sWGSjqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/dx1oz6mAYvo/s1600/complexity01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409522104201809570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/SxJ7sWGSjqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/dx1oz6mAYvo/s320/complexity01.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Plume plume plume<br />Et pas grand chose à dire</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-8996648658235781937?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-70528738030407315532009-11-25T09:04:00.000-08:002009-12-03T11:14:46.881-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/Sw1j1QUfrDI/AAAAAAAAATk/93Zqa0JvRUE/s1600/kandy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408088494106979378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/Sw1j1QUfrDI/AAAAAAAAATk/93Zqa0JvRUE/s320/kandy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Je sais que je ne sais point<br />Mais que si je savais que saurais-je ?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-7052873803040731553?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-29363744982569647612009-11-23T09:17:00.000-08:002009-11-23T09:18:34.347-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/SwrD4rc77CI/AAAAAAAAATI/ON7x0IqDnso/s1600/rimbaud02.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407349681115884578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/SwrD4rc77CI/AAAAAAAAATI/ON7x0IqDnso/s320/rimbaud02.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Voyelles et couleurs chacune les siennes…</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-2936374498256964761?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-82337883363922072362009-11-09T08:37:00.000-08:002009-11-09T08:41:49.608-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/SvhF8MLq8rI/AAAAAAAAADw/WQh3R-Nz3iw/s1600-h/scent_modifi%C3%A9-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402144653395554994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/SvhF8MLq8rI/AAAAAAAAADw/WQh3R-Nz3iw/s320/scent_modifi%C3%A9-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Pousse pousse bambou<br />roseau chinois</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-8233788336392207236?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-36573621726348632982009-11-09T08:21:00.000-08:002009-11-09T08:43:00.572-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/SvhCVu_pFrI/AAAAAAAAADo/IOk3w6nTyJ4/s1600-h/miss+s_modifi%C3%A9-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402140694190560946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/SvhCVu_pFrI/AAAAAAAAADo/IOk3w6nTyJ4/s320/miss+s_modifi%C3%A9-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Joie et bonheur<br />D’être léger<br />Comme vent<br /><br />Insouciant<br />Caressant<br />Cajolant<br /><br />La plume<br />Pour le plaisir<br />Et la joie<br /><br />D’être heureux<br />Loin<br />Au loin<br />Des ombres soucieuses<br />Et des ennuis sans fin</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-3657362172634863298?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-39237058002662787412009-11-09T08:18:00.001-08:002009-12-24T04:01:44.023-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/SvhBXBgXCOI/AAAAAAAAADg/j2jcqBLbfpc/s1600-h/Lily+do+01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402139616827869410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/SvhBXBgXCOI/AAAAAAAAADg/j2jcqBLbfpc/s320/Lily+do+01.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>La réalité<br />Est un miroir<br />Où ne peuvent voir<br />Que les yeux<br />Discrets</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-3923705800266278741?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-30811521281960416272009-10-30T07:34:00.000-07:002009-10-30T07:35:56.667-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/Sur5vBjwT7I/AAAAAAAAADY/NpLx0feDg4s/s1600-h/somes-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398401689624530866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/Sur5vBjwT7I/AAAAAAAAADY/NpLx0feDg4s/s320/somes-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Impressions et nuages plumes et couleurs</div><br /><div>Tapis et fumée…</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-3081152128196041627?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-32587250646783967382009-10-26T09:56:00.000-07:002009-10-26T10:00:25.113-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/SuXVlii8kJI/AAAAAAAAABc/XF1yJNgxpv0/s1600-h/Jungle+flowers.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396954569378664594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/SuXVlii8kJI/AAAAAAAAABc/XF1yJNgxpv0/s320/Jungle+flowers.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-3258725064678396738?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-33724614725508744252009-10-26T09:54:00.000-07:002009-10-26T10:05:55.675-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/SuXW6QJ5wyI/AAAAAAAAABk/QP60xPZwV_4/s1600-h/cigarette.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396956024730665762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/SuXW6QJ5wyI/AAAAAAAAABk/QP60xPZwV_4/s320/cigarette.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>La cigarette fumante dans le silence lointain<br />A l’autre invisible lui-même</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-3372461472550874425?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-44673893491135291662009-09-19T07:44:00.000-07:002009-12-24T04:02:09.789-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/SuXXiryLAHI/AAAAAAAAABs/jLw6dO2t2Es/s1600-h/look.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396956719342092402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/SuXXiryLAHI/AAAAAAAAABs/jLw6dO2t2Es/s320/look.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Il fait beau comme dans un rêve<br />et nous sommes réveillés</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-4467389349113529166?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-78003057093674823492009-09-01T10:32:00.000-07:002009-10-26T10:10:33.379-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/SuXYAF0iBxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/nV_6gJYzr1I/s1600-h/head.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396957224547518226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/SuXYAF0iBxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/nV_6gJYzr1I/s320/head.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Jour sans jour sans jour jour bonjour<br />bonjour</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-7800305709367482349?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-41328774037283163532009-07-27T08:15:00.000-07:002009-10-26T10:11:56.408-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/SuXYSjPanaI/AAAAAAAAAB8/cyNIMv0GjIM/s1600-h/fantome+games.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396957541682552226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/SuXYSjPanaI/AAAAAAAAAB8/cyNIMv0GjIM/s320/fantome+games.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: FR">A l'étrange pas si étrange<?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p></span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: FR">rien n'est moins étrange que l'étrange de nos jours<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-4132877403728316353?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-8320187873626571002009-07-06T10:05:00.000-07:002009-10-26T10:13:55.413-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/SuXYxFz7TAI/AAAAAAAAACE/cwiVg4utflM/s1600-h/drawn.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396958066358569986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/SuXYxFz7TAI/AAAAAAAAACE/cwiVg4utflM/s320/drawn.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">A la hauteur de son esprit mais pas celui des autres</span></p><span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;" >évidemment les autres c'est toujours autre chose...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-832018787362657100?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-36481284921743681392009-06-24T10:41:00.000-07:002009-10-26T10:15:22.698-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/SuXZIknED1I/AAAAAAAAACM/kLKIDD4izuw/s1600-h/boat+in+yellow.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396958469763108690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8juDBS3YQzE/SuXZIknED1I/AAAAAAAAACM/kLKIDD4izuw/s320/boat+in+yellow.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p>Sinus cosinus tangente et equation du cercle</p><br /><p>de la disparition du point...</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-3648128492174368139?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-35077260004060603832009-06-24T10:40:00.000-07:002009-06-24T10:41:36.274-07:00A la recherche du temps vrai...jamais perdu...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-3507726000406060383?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-90727192598710008882009-06-24T10:39:00.000-07:002009-06-24T10:40:16.696-07:00Tout me faisait rire même le rire...ah...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-9072719259871000888?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-11541761645375887372009-05-25T08:16:00.000-07:002009-05-25T08:18:21.194-07:00Point blanc aux pages blanches comme le vent<br />les livres en musiques voyageant...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-1154176164537588737?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-83640965603874998662009-04-23T10:32:00.000-07:002009-04-23T10:33:22.479-07:00Comme ailleurs par ailleurs ailleurs<div>mais ailleurs ailleurs ailleurs  par ailleurs...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-8364096560387499866?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-38317180709453468732009-04-23T10:31:00.000-07:002009-04-23T10:32:05.943-07:00Je rêve que je rêve mais je ne rêve jamais...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-3831718070945346873?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-1723494475621853562009-04-23T10:30:00.000-07:002009-04-23T10:31:11.061-07:00Monsieur est poète mais pas pour tout le monde<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-172349447562185356?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-4373278442937015842009-04-23T08:27:00.000-07:002009-04-23T08:28:57.780-07:00L'ennui animal rend tout spirituel<div>surtout les livres...même à avoir tout lu !</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-437327844293701584?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-64289513385603683052009-03-25T09:20:00.000-07:002009-04-19T17:40:19.691-07:00Des ailes et de l'esprit pour le coeur<br />et l'esprit<br />il en faut pour changer la vue de la vie<br />la vie<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-6428951338560368305?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-85965930982738547592009-02-09T10:27:00.000-08:002009-02-09T10:29:11.376-08:00Mes amis les amis et mes autres moi-mêmes...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-8596593098273854759?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-73642814667602493332009-02-09T10:26:00.001-08:002009-02-09T10:27:28.217-08:00Sans fou ni tête monsieur se retrouve lui-même<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-7364281466760249333?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-62008318958681007882009-01-26T06:40:00.000-08:002009-01-26T06:41:51.579-08:00Etre ou ne pas être parfois simplement autrement<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-6200831895868100788?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-3249459479716966762009-01-26T06:39:00.000-08:002009-01-26T06:40:36.963-08:00Ambiance frénétique des poissons au filet<div>menu sauce tartare et barbare vieux poivre</div><div>au moulin du grain à la barbe</div><div>sans poil ni moustaches ni fleur en bouche</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-324945947971696676?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-1654093643769625302009-01-12T07:20:00.000-08:002009-01-12T07:24:08.887-08:00Monsieur n'a plus sa tête ?<br />monsieur n'a plus son esprit ?<br />monsieur n'a pas d'idée ?<br />monsieur est simplement bête ?<br />monsieur est idiot ?<br /><br />Non simplement monsieur n'est pas monsieur<br />c'est monsieur qui est monsieur...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-165409364376962530?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-33676418025087022072008-12-25T03:43:00.000-08:002008-12-25T03:45:04.988-08:00De la  grande histoire au petit h petit<div>mais grand...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-3367641802508702207?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-34947766820143089512008-12-08T13:41:00.001-08:002008-12-08T13:46:50.000-08:00<p></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Grave est l’heure</p><p class="MsoNormal">Avec ses hypocrisies</p><p class="MsoNormal">Et ses faussetés</p><p class="MsoNormal">Ses folles aiguilles</p><p class="MsoNormal">Jouantes girouettes</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-3494776682014308951?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-88478122010258223272008-11-13T15:37:00.001-08:002008-12-08T13:47:38.595-08:00<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: fr"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: fr"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: fr">Image de nuages <p></p></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: fr"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>bleus verts <p></p></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">blancs jaunes rouges</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>colorants</span><span style="mso-ansi-language: fr"> roses <p></p></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: fr">couleurs et couleurs <p></p></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: fr"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>sur toile <p></p></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: fr">au bas sous le ciel <p></p></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: fr"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>d'autres couleurs <p></p></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: fr">les quatre saisons <p></p></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: fr"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Printemps <p></p></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: fr"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Automne <p></p></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: fr"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Hiver <p></p></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: fr"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Eté <p></p></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: fr">Dans le lointain <p></p></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: fr"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>en ombres et lumières <p></p></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: fr">des lendemains qui reviennent <p></p></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: fr"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>souples et frais <p></p></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: fr">comme des oranges <p></p></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: fr"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>à un prisonnier <p></p></span><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-8847812201025822327?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-79154267604091789082008-11-10T14:22:00.000-08:002008-11-10T14:23:24.242-08:00Spirituellement enfin inexistant<br />parfaitement dépouillé des scories insidieuses<br />à part le vide ambiant et irréel<br />des tendances nouvelles de l'être<br />ailleurs mais toujours à prix et somme<br />billets à empreintes sans traces<br />la gente supérieur en miroir illustré<br />par le grotesque et époustouflant délire<br />d'une vie sans éloge à la vertu première<br />et unique lumière de la lumière<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-7915426760409178908?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-30573208875783257082008-11-01T13:58:00.000-07:002008-11-01T13:59:25.886-07:00S'être dit mais pas se dire<br />être fait mais se faire refaire<br />en voir mais y croire<br />évidement d'un certain point de vue incertain<br />rien n'est vraiment évident<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-3057320887578325708?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855478992359551481.post-78160395994817733552008-10-30T19:40:00.001-07:002008-10-30T19:40:49.091-07:00<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:&quot;Palatino Linotype&quot;">Il faut être bon pour se comprendre seul<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:&quot;Bookman Old Style&quot;">Surtout de nos jours<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;">Peut-être de toujours peut-être<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855478992359551481-7816039599481773355?l=sanshistoires-poesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachedi Kamelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17126391611403176131noreply@blogger.com0