tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848706278238515242011-07-31T07:29:39.541+02:00Pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02318823044898429737noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784870627823851524.post-54134636047310801562009-10-07T19:00:00.005+02:002009-10-07T19:47:40.318+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vi_82_z5_EU/SszLPj9iE-I/AAAAAAAAAQo/DUN2xqSnlo0/s1600-h/FEB070070_hi_BUFFY_THE_VAMPIRE_SLAYER.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vi_82_z5_EU/SszLPj9iE-I/AAAAAAAAAQo/DUN2xqSnlo0/s400/FEB070070_hi_BUFFY_THE_VAMPIRE_SLAYER.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389906322267444194" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Pas de remises à jour jusqu'à nouvel ordre. Je continuerai de visiter vos blogs à l'occasion pour vous encourager (ou pas). Me joindre: portable/boîte mail. Pourquoi? trop de temps que je passe sur l'ordi au lieu de lire, écrire, dessiner, travailler, prendre des photos quand il fait jour, voir les gens, faire du lèche vitrine, me relaxer, aller au cinéma le matin...etc... Bref, c'est pas avec internet et un blog que je vais progresser en tant que personne et dans mes études. Je n'ai également que trop constaté les dérives qu'internet provoque; dégradation des relations, impression de n'avoir rien fait... bref. On se quitte avec une bioutifoule illu de Jo Chen dont j'adore le travail consacré à la 8ème saison de la Tueuse. See ya!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784870627823851524-5413463604731080156?l=pierrepourdevrai.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02318823044898429737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784870627823851524.post-9962138901695712312009-07-31T22:55:00.001+02:002009-07-31T22:56:53.289+02:00<p><span style="font-weight: bold;">Miles from here</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">Fame</span> soundtrack<br /></p><p>You know what I'd like?<br /> I'd like to wake up miles from here.<br /> A cabin in the woods somewhere.<br /> With a rocking chair. </p><p>You know what I'd like?<br /> To drive from here to Santa Fe.<br /> And leave my past along the way.<br /> For yesterday. </p><p>Singing hey, fly away! </p><p>You know what I'd like?<br /> I'd like to write a symphony.<br /> And play my life in every key.<br /> In harmony. </p><p>Take you away,<br /> To someplace we can be alone.<br /> Build a house and call it home.<br /> Oh babe, I'm home. </p><p>I'm tangled up in all the lives of all the folks I know.<br /> I'd like to just let go. </p><p>You know what I'd like?<br /> I'd like the crazy days to end.<br /> To close my eyes and count to ten.<br /> And to start again. </p><p><br /> Close my eyes and count to ten and start again. </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784870627823851524-996213890169571231?l=pierrepourdevrai.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02318823044898429737noreply@blogger.com0