tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575690171175015532011-08-01T20:05:07.999+01:00rentrer chez soi avec la peau qui sent le soleil, les pieds ensablés. Ressentir la fatigue d'une journée passée à lézarder. Bonheurretourdeplagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932859783671040789noreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957569017117501553.post-46465587702556301012009-06-03T12:19:00.001+01:002009-06-03T12:20:44.540+01:00.:.:.Week end à la plage à me laisser cramer comme un lézard.:.:.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/957569017117501553-4646558770255630101?l=retour-de-plage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>retourdeplagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932859783671040789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957569017117501553.post-21905428998842042652009-06-03T12:13:00.002+01:002009-06-03T12:17:40.937+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sm-7ZQ8lxuE/SiZbX7pmThI/AAAAAAAAADU/0BxXZwMWOSw/s1600-h/P9040794.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sm-7ZQ8lxuE/SiZbX7pmThI/AAAAAAAAADU/0BxXZwMWOSw/s320/P9040794.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343058474628959762" border="0" /></a><br />...Parce que le sexe apaise les tensions et l'amour les crée...<br /><br />Je suis ces dernières semaines extrêmement Borderline!<br /><br />J'ai des envies de douce violence!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/957569017117501553-2190542899884204265?l=retour-de-plage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>retourdeplagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932859783671040789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957569017117501553.post-15514374426072616022009-05-26T13:09:00.003+01:002009-05-26T13:14:23.013+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sm-7ZQ8lxuE/ShvcyU2V5NI/AAAAAAAAACs/oYYMFd5f1pM/s1600-h/P1020171.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sm-7ZQ8lxuE/ShvcyU2V5NI/AAAAAAAAACs/oYYMFd5f1pM/s320/P1020171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340104540326061266" border="0" /></a><br />J'étouffe de tout ce que je veux que je ne peux pas avoir<br /><br />ceux avec qui je voudrais construire qui se déconstruisent eux même<br /><br />ceux qui ne veulent de moi que comme un objet<br /><br />ceux qui ne savent pas comment me parler<br /><br />Est-ce donc si difficle de m'aimer . . .<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/957569017117501553-1551437442607261602?l=retour-de-plage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>retourdeplagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932859783671040789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957569017117501553.post-30829511173242724012009-05-16T14:56:00.008+01:002009-05-16T15:34:57.987+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sm-7ZQ8lxuE/Sg7OtPa83II/AAAAAAAAAB0/07J89HJdfEY/s1600-h/P1020205.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sm-7ZQ8lxuE/Sg7OtPa83II/AAAAAAAAAB0/07J89HJdfEY/s320/P1020205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336429885109623938" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sm-7ZQ8lxuE/Sg7ORPzNTyI/AAAAAAAAABs/Kqyf4lusr8c/s1600-h/P1020196.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sm-7ZQ8lxuE/Sg7ORPzNTyI/AAAAAAAAABs/Kqyf4lusr8c/s320/P1020196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336429404175028002" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sm-7ZQ8lxuE/Sg7Ig4HtniI/AAAAAAAAABk/VcpH_Om19LQ/s1600-h/P1020184.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sm-7ZQ8lxuE/Sg7Ig4HtniI/AAAAAAAAABk/VcpH_Om19LQ/s320/P1020184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336423075626720802" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sm-7ZQ8lxuE/Sg7HmspVpyI/AAAAAAAAABc/F7R7XgZGDwk/s1600-h/P1020171.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sm-7ZQ8lxuE/Sg7HmspVpyI/AAAAAAAAABc/F7R7XgZGDwk/s320/P1020171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336422076114118434" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sm-7ZQ8lxuE/Sg7HBOKxh1I/AAAAAAAAABU/jvj9vql0Ozo/s1600-h/P1020067.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sm-7ZQ8lxuE/Sg7HBOKxh1I/AAAAAAAAABU/jvj9vql0Ozo/s320/P1020067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336421432277698386" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sm-7ZQ8lxuE/Sg7GWPVofjI/AAAAAAAAABM/kszwVg_sBns/s1600-h/P1020063.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sm-7ZQ8lxuE/Sg7GWPVofjI/AAAAAAAAABM/kszwVg_sBns/s320/P1020063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336420693857304114" border="0" /></a><br />Comme je n'ai pas posté d'articles depuis très longtemps par la faute de mon etourderie profonde et ma flemme démesurée, j'ai décidé de rattraper le temps et de poster des photos de mon hiver.<br /><br />Donc en vrac mon hiver vu et photographié par MoI!<br /><br />Mon hiver c'est la forêt...<br /><br />Mon hiver c'est le cocoon de douceur...<br /><br />Mon hiver c'est mes petits soleils...<br /><br />Voilà c'était ça mon hiver...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/957569017117501553-3082951117324272401?l=retour-de-plage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>retourdeplagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932859783671040789noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957569017117501553.post-34577083009408075362009-01-05T14:25:00.000Z2009-01-05T14:45:17.562Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sm-7ZQ8lxuE/SWIcyEEBaqI/AAAAAAAAABE/_2W3A14Edrw/s1600-h/P1010980.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sm-7ZQ8lxuE/SWIcyEEBaqI/AAAAAAAAABE/_2W3A14Edrw/s320/P1010980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287820558896032418" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/957569017117501553-3457708300940807536?l=retour-de-plage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>retourdeplagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932859783671040789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957569017117501553.post-68677018666840035532008-12-16T18:53:00.004Z2008-12-16T19:14:01.432Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sm-7ZQ8lxuE/SUf6-4U6DxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/MYWhHk0rHp4/s1600-h/P1010484.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sm-7ZQ8lxuE/SUf6-4U6DxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/MYWhHk0rHp4/s320/P1010484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280465046294105874" border="0" /></a><br />Je vais mieux maintenant, je vois la <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;">vie</span> sous un autre jour depuis que j'ai acceptée ce que <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;">je</span> suis.<br /><br />Et samedi je m'envole au <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Soleil</span>. <br /><br />Et pour la première fois depuis le 27 aout, j'aime ma vie et je suis plutôt contente. Une vie à moi dans laquelle je peut faire mes propres choix sans dépendre de quelqu'un.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/957569017117501553-6867701866684003553?l=retour-de-plage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>retourdeplagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932859783671040789noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957569017117501553.post-74833597667423622632008-11-02T20:52:00.002Z2008-11-02T21:11:45.621Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sm-7ZQ8lxuE/SQ4Xdp2T4vI/AAAAAAAAAA0/mjj1Io5i2Ss/s1600-h/IMG_1420.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sm-7ZQ8lxuE/SQ4Xdp2T4vI/AAAAAAAAAA0/mjj1Io5i2Ss/s320/IMG_1420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264170812659983090" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sm-7ZQ8lxuE/SQ4WAdaXs9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/WQ0jcD317MY/s1600-h/P1010489.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sm-7ZQ8lxuE/SQ4WAdaXs9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/WQ0jcD317MY/s320/P1010489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264169211593733074" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/957569017117501553-7483359766742362263?l=retour-de-plage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>retourdeplagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932859783671040789noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957569017117501553.post-18066306592850326552008-11-02T14:02:00.002Z2008-11-02T14:12:09.513Z<div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>D</strong></span>'</span>habitude on se repose. Mais moi je trouve ce jour</div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>I</strong></span>nutile on est seul même à plusieurs. Le défi étant d'occuper ses 24 heures de façon constructive</div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"><strong>M</strong></span>ais au final on se sentira jusqu'au soir incapable de faire reculer cet</div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>A</strong></span>bominable Lundi ou tout doit recommencer</div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>N</strong></span>ouvelle semaine, nouveaux problêmes.</div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>C</strong></span>hacun est libre de son dimanche et c'est sans doute ça qui le rend aussi angoissant pour moi.</div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>H</strong></span>eureusement il y a les amis </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>E</strong></span>t l'espoir.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/957569017117501553-1806630659285032655?l=retour-de-plage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>retourdeplagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932859783671040789noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957569017117501553.post-47751478089439187552008-10-29T21:50:00.005Z2008-10-29T21:56:18.231Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sm-7ZQ8lxuE/SQjbfPRvsOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TRdmV_OtcmA/s1600-h/IMG_2227.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sm-7ZQ8lxuE/SQjbfPRvsOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TRdmV_OtcmA/s320/IMG_2227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262697494305812706" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Ce jour là il faisait beau et Il m'a cueilli des fleurs.<br />Vous me direz que c'était des petites fleurs sauvages ridicules et moches.<br /><br />OUI ... mais c'était mes fleurs.<br /><br /><br /><br />Elles se sont fanées très vite.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/957569017117501553-4775147808943918755?l=retour-de-plage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>retourdeplagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932859783671040789noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957569017117501553.post-80562012965064250152008-10-29T21:16:00.002Z2008-10-29T21:40:19.401Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sm-7ZQ8lxuE/SQjYA7-NTZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/z3JiCmSWjOA/s1600-h/P1010368.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sm-7ZQ8lxuE/SQjYA7-NTZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/z3JiCmSWjOA/s320/P1010368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262693675192634770" border="0" /></a><br />Quand j'étais une petite fille avec une frange et des lunettes en plastique, je ramassais les graines noires des roses trémières qui étaient tombés dans le massif de fleurs de la maison de vacances de l'île d'Oléron. Ensuite je mettais toutes ces petites choses dans un pot de confiture jusqu'à la fin aout quand maman venait me chercher pour me ramener à La Maison.<br />Persuadée que toutes ces petites graines deviendraient un jour des belles fleurs. Mais je dois avouer que ces fleurs m'ont déçues le jour où j'étais assez grande pour me rendre compte qu'elles n'étaient pas parfumées.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/957569017117501553-8056201296506425015?l=retour-de-plage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>retourdeplagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932859783671040789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957569017117501553.post-39580414848942268192008-10-29T21:04:00.002Z2008-10-29T21:13:37.794Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sm-7ZQ8lxuE/SQjRN9rPtoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6vyKW84gzI0/s1600-h/P1010471.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sm-7ZQ8lxuE/SQjRN9rPtoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6vyKW84gzI0/s320/P1010471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262686202406876802" border="0" /></a><br />Et je frotte, je frotte en espérant que cette sensation de crasse que tu m'as laissé finiras par s'atténuer.<br /><br />J'ai pas encore essayé avec l'eau de javel.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/957569017117501553-3958041484894226819?l=retour-de-plage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>retourdeplagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932859783671040789noreply@blogger.com1