<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549608506975510487</id><updated>2012-01-15T14:11:08.810-08:00</updated><category term='CITATIONS'/><category term='De vous à moi'/><title type='text'>Isabelle Debruys</title><subtitle type='html'>AUTEUR, AUTEUR-COMPOSITEUR-INTERPRETE</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.isabelledebruys.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549608506975510487/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.isabelledebruys.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Debruys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01308022838247323583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549608506975510487.post-5109294529713523311</id><published>2008-10-30T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T16:41:14.980-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De vous à moi'/><title type='text'>Questionnaire de Proust, ou presque.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XkVhm_zAgNE/SQmNZ5eU4MI/AAAAAAAAAI0/O6u3ggJ2PWM/s1600-h/DSCN3070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XkVhm_zAgNE/SQmNZ5eU4MI/AAAAAAAAAI0/O6u3ggJ2PWM/s200/DSCN3070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262893115623399618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Soft Self Portrait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musée Dali, Figueras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On m'a posé la question qui tétanise le plus: "parlez-nous de vous", et "on" a ouvert un calepin. A froid, chacun conviendra que c'est un peu désarçonnant. Alors j'ai fait ce qui m'a paru le plus approprié: j'ai souri aimablement, et répondu d'un air affable, "Je vous écoute".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1- Le principal trait de mon caractère :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Un entêtement qui a le bon goût de faiblir de temps à autre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 – L’homme le plus charmant du moment :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Il est anglais, et il a une Aston Martin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 - La femme la plus charmante du moment :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Celle qui regarde dans les yeux sans en avoir l’air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 - Ce que j’apprécie le plus chez mes amis :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;D’ignorer les faux-semblants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 - Mon principal défaut :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La prudence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 - Mon occupation préférée :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Faire ce qui me chante au moment où cela me tente le plus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 - Mon rêve de bonheur :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Il s’adapte aux circonstances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 - Mon plus grand malheur en tant qu’auteur :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ne plus pouvoir écrire !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Je plaisante... Si, je vous assure, je plaisantais.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mais de grâce, ne me demandez pas ensuite ce que j’emmènerais sur une île déserte, sinon je vous l’assure, je mens.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bien. Mon plus grand malheur d’auteur serait aussi mon plus grand malheur d'adulte… Egarer un peu trop mon enfance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9 - Ce que je veux écrire :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De la littérature. Pas vraiment par snobisme, ni par défi ou par goût du risque, mais parce c’est ce qui sonne le mieux à mes oreilles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 - Le pays où je désirerais vivre :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Plusieurs, six mois ici, quelques mois là.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11 - La couleur que je préfère :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Le rouge, bien entendu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12 - La fleur dont j’ai horreur :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;L’orchidée, à cause de ses airs arachnéens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13 - L’oiseau que je préfère :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Libre, avec un regard ahuri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14 - Mes auteurs favoris en prose :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Je n’ai que des livres préférés.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15 - Mes poètes préférés :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baudelaire, Char, Prévert, Eluard.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 - Mes héros dans la fiction :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Du moment qu’ils ne meurent pas à la fin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17 - Mes héroïnes favorites dans la fiction :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Celles dont la beauté des gestes va de soi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18 - Mes compositeurs préférés :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chopin, et Bach. Ou bien Beethoven. Les romantiques, il semblerait bien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19 - Mes peintres favoris :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ceux dont la matière des tableaux vous sautent aux yeux ; et les mains, alors, vous démangent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 – Mon heure favorite pour écrire :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quand l'envie m'en prend. J'ai un rapport capricieux à l'écriture, capricieux, mais respectueux : on ne se brusque pas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21 – La question qui m’horripile le plus :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quand vous me verrez sourire sans répondre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22 – Comment je choisis les noms de mes personnages :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Souvent par hasard, comme mes mots de passe que j’oublie régulièrement mais que je ne note nulle part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23 – Mon animal préféré :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Celui des écrivains, que vous êtes drôle, vous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24 – PC, Mac, stylo ou crayon ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ce que j’ai sous la main.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25 – En vérité ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pourquoi pas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26 – Avec quoi je signe :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Au stylo plume. Encre noire. La plus belle manière d’écrire.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Ah ! Quand même !)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27 – Et le don de la nature que je voudrais avoir :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La lucidité.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28 – Le souvenir que j’aimerais effacer :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C’est fait, mais il est malin et entêté : il revient toujours d’une manière ou d’une autre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29 - État présent de mon esprit :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Un brin taquin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30 – On écrit toujours ce qu’on est :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si cela peut vous faire plaisir…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31 - Ma devise :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;N’importe quel proverbe sympathique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32 – Ma plus grande faiblesse d'auteur :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Longtemps, cela a été de trouver des titres. C’est sans doute encore vrai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33 – Pourquoi je choisis des personnages un peu fêlés :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Sourire).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549608506975510487-5109294529713523311?l=www.isabelledebruys.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.isabelledebruys.com/feeds/5109294529713523311/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549608506975510487&amp;postID=5109294529713523311&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549608506975510487/posts/default/5109294529713523311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549608506975510487/posts/default/5109294529713523311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.isabelledebruys.com/2008/10/questionnaire-de-proust-ou-presque.html' title='Questionnaire de Proust, ou presque.'/><author><name>Debruys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01308022838247323583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XkVhm_zAgNE/SQmNZ5eU4MI/AAAAAAAAAI0/O6u3ggJ2PWM/s72-c/DSCN3070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549608506975510487.post-6053557953763338337</id><published>2008-09-08T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T11:47:17.438-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CITATIONS'/><title type='text'>Les auteurs, c'est pareil?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkVhm_zAgNE/SMU4coIraSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/t84FJ-i-4qI/s1600-h/Bruno_Putzulu_Noiret_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkVhm_zAgNE/SMU4coIraSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/t84FJ-i-4qI/s200/Bruno_Putzulu_Noiret_resize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243659405604120866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ce qu'il y a de terrible avec les acteurs c'est qu'être aimés ne leur suffit pas, ils veulent être préférés...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(page 57).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549608506975510487-6053557953763338337?l=www.isabelledebruys.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.isabelledebruys.com/feeds/6053557953763338337/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549608506975510487&amp;postID=6053557953763338337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549608506975510487/posts/default/6053557953763338337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549608506975510487/posts/default/6053557953763338337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.isabelledebruys.com/2008/09/les-auteurs-cest-pareil.html' title='Les auteurs, c&apos;est pareil?'/><author><name>Debruys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01308022838247323583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkVhm_zAgNE/SMU4coIraSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/t84FJ-i-4qI/s72-c/Bruno_Putzulu_Noiret_resize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549608506975510487.post-3194287668003642800</id><published>2008-04-14T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T12:11:56.042-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CITATIONS'/><title type='text'>BE HAPPY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Le pessimisme est d'humeur, l'optimisme est de volonté&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Alain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkVhm_zAgNE/SAM0kSRSU4I/AAAAAAAAADc/a3uJdU7NjyQ/s1600-h/DSCN1825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189048993645220738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkVhm_zAgNE/SAM0kSRSU4I/AAAAAAAAADc/a3uJdU7NjyQ/s200/DSCN1825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" &gt;Il ne faut pas grand chose (...) pour fabriquer du bonheur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Charles Bolduc&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549608506975510487-3194287668003642800?l=www.isabelledebruys.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.isabelledebruys.com/feeds/3194287668003642800/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549608506975510487&amp;postID=3194287668003642800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549608506975510487/posts/default/3194287668003642800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549608506975510487/posts/default/3194287668003642800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.isabelledebruys.com/2008/04/be-happy.html' title='BE HAPPY'/><author><name>Debruys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01308022838247323583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkVhm_zAgNE/SAM0kSRSU4I/AAAAAAAAADc/a3uJdU7NjyQ/s72-c/DSCN1825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549608506975510487.post-3166144228618654501</id><published>2008-04-14T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T15:12:53.586-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CITATIONS'/><title type='text'>CES PETITS RIENS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Plus on sait, et plus on est capable d'apprend&lt;/span&gt;re&lt;br /&gt;Alain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XkVhm_zAgNE/SAM0kCRSU3I/AAAAAAAAADU/ZYL7O7kVegY/s1600-h/19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XkVhm_zAgNE/SAM0kCRSU3I/AAAAAAAAADU/ZYL7O7kVegY/s200/19.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189048989350253426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you lose, don't lose the lesson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalai Lama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549608506975510487-3166144228618654501?l=www.isabelledebruys.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.isabelledebruys.com/feeds/3166144228618654501/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549608506975510487&amp;postID=3166144228618654501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549608506975510487/posts/default/3166144228618654501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549608506975510487/posts/default/3166144228618654501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.isabelledebruys.com/2008/04/ces-petits-riens.html' title='CES PETITS RIENS...'/><author><name>Debruys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01308022838247323583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XkVhm_zAgNE/SAM0kCRSU3I/AAAAAAAAADU/ZYL7O7kVegY/s72-c/19.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549608506975510487.post-3033443094904037015</id><published>2008-04-14T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T15:13:42.198-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CITATIONS'/><title type='text'>CHEMINEMENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;L'errance possède elle-aussi ses points d'ancrage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Charles Bolduc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XkVhm_zAgNE/SAMxOCRSU2I/AAAAAAAAADM/EiUuUyPzOIY/s1600-h/DSCN0558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XkVhm_zAgNE/SAMxOCRSU2I/AAAAAAAAADM/EiUuUyPzOIY/s200/DSCN0558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189045312858248034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Le deuil est précisément ce qui refuse de finir avec le départ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Charles (le même)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549608506975510487-3033443094904037015?l=www.isabelledebruys.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.isabelledebruys.com/feeds/3033443094904037015/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549608506975510487&amp;postID=3033443094904037015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549608506975510487/posts/default/3033443094904037015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549608506975510487/posts/default/3033443094904037015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.isabelledebruys.com/2008/04/cheminement.html' title='CHEMINEMENT'/><author><name>Debruys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01308022838247323583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XkVhm_zAgNE/SAMxOCRSU2I/AAAAAAAAADM/EiUuUyPzOIY/s72-c/DSCN0558.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549608506975510487.post-3810542343931023570</id><published>2008-04-05T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T08:23:32.998-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CITATIONS'/><title type='text'>DIVAGUE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;La vie était si égarante et bonne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ce midi-là, que je lui murmurai:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Va t'en me perdre où tu voudras"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Et les vagues, alors, me répondirent:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Tu n'en reviendras pas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nicolas Bouvier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XkVhm_zAgNE/R_dxSeN4NvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/aAnTe7ET6BM/s1600-h/DSCN1833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185738058103273202" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XkVhm_zAgNE/R_dxSeN4NvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/aAnTe7ET6BM/s200/DSCN1833.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ne demande pas ton chemin à quelqu'un qui connaît,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tu risquerais de ne pas te perdre&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbe soudanais (m'a-t-on dit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XkVhm_zAgNE/R_dp0eN4NuI/AAAAAAAAACw/vHflt2mjNjk/s1600-h/011908174032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185729846125803234" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XkVhm_zAgNE/R_dp0eN4NuI/AAAAAAAAACw/vHflt2mjNjk/s200/011908174032.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Serre ta chance et cours vers ton risque,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A te regarder ils s'habitueront&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;René Char&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549608506975510487-3810542343931023570?l=www.isabelledebruys.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.isabelledebruys.com/feeds/3810542343931023570/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549608506975510487&amp;postID=3810542343931023570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549608506975510487/posts/default/3810542343931023570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549608506975510487/posts/default/3810542343931023570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.isabelledebruys.com/2008/04/pensee.html' title='DIVAGUE'/><author><name>Debruys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01308022838247323583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XkVhm_zAgNE/R_dxSeN4NvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/aAnTe7ET6BM/s72-c/DSCN1833.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549608506975510487.post-5852502397624424969</id><published>2008-03-30T03:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T15:16:41.902-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CITATIONS'/><title type='text'>PENSEES...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;De quoi souffres-tu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;De l'irréel intact dans le réel dévasté&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;René Char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkVhm_zAgNE/R-9u9-N4NmI/AAAAAAAAABQ/UZNn0FB9--4/s1600-h/010508121238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkVhm_zAgNE/R-9u9-N4NmI/AAAAAAAAABQ/UZNn0FB9--4/s200/010508121238.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183483707079013986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;El alma prende fuego cuando deja de amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lhasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkVhm_zAgNE/R_HsDeN4NtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Xqq6DpNUgcI/s1600-h/011908174057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkVhm_zAgNE/R_HsDeN4NtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Xqq6DpNUgcI/s200/011908174057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184184190475187922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La lucidité est la blessure la plus rapprochée du soleil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;René Char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkVhm_zAgNE/R_HqTeN4NsI/AAAAAAAAACI/JCxhW86gD2E/s1600-h/010508115251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkVhm_zAgNE/R_HqTeN4NsI/AAAAAAAAACI/JCxhW86gD2E/s200/010508115251.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184182266329839298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Elle est de ces gens qui n'obtiennent rien, parce qu'ils ne vont jamais plus loin que leurs désirs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hervé Bazin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549608506975510487-5852502397624424969?l=www.isabelledebruys.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.isabelledebruys.com/feeds/5852502397624424969/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549608506975510487&amp;postID=5852502397624424969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549608506975510487/posts/default/5852502397624424969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549608506975510487/posts/default/5852502397624424969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.isabelledebruys.com/2008/03/de-quoi-souffres-tu-de-lirrel-intact.html' title='PENSEES...'/><author><name>Debruys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01308022838247323583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkVhm_zAgNE/R-9u9-N4NmI/AAAAAAAAABQ/UZNn0FB9--4/s72-c/010508121238.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
