tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49760190387136331432024-03-12T23:48:04.668-07:00HanamiBastien GabrielsBastienhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13180763840933562305noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4976019038713633143.post-127850836691269772009-09-30T10:26:00.001-07:002009-09-30T10:26:49.130-07:00Première semaine de classe-<br />Le long du boulevard,<br />les marronniers roussissent.<br /><br /><br />Semaine de la rentrée-<br />Au fond de ma poche,<br />quelques billes confisquées.<br /><br /><br />Retour en classe-<br />Leurs mains pleines<br />De graines de roses trémières.<br /><br /><br />Sous une voiture,<br />Un marron<br />ramené du bois.Bastienhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13180763840933562305noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4976019038713633143.post-11146080454558808492009-08-29T01:55:00.000-07:002009-08-29T01:57:31.731-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4-TQg6VnVZGLnWKJj9M5ARlLL4Kz13sR8HS1gQp9jynKTCVNifXjs9J5GrdiVVvEC83hJeWkaOW1yhJW1GuGqFtFDbNiU24zD3BiCoKg8cidbBogsUOsEKKCkExgpti_FN6vm4irodYVM/s1600-h/S4200082.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4-TQg6VnVZGLnWKJj9M5ARlLL4Kz13sR8HS1gQp9jynKTCVNifXjs9J5GrdiVVvEC83hJeWkaOW1yhJW1GuGqFtFDbNiU24zD3BiCoKg8cidbBogsUOsEKKCkExgpti_FN6vm4irodYVM/s320/S4200082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375307204788565650" /></a>Bastienhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13180763840933562305noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4976019038713633143.post-39223210235778239132009-08-29T01:52:00.000-07:002009-08-29T01:54:30.755-07:00Balade au potager-<br />Je ramasse<br />la dernière courgette.<br /><br /><br />Pleine lune-<br />Un chat <br />descend les escaliers.<br /><br /><br />Entre les graviers,<br />une fourmi ailée<br />poursuit son chemin.<br /><br /><br />Au milieu du chèvrefeuille,<br />un papillon<br />s'envole.<br /><br /><br />Dans la pelouse,<br />quelques crottes de lapin,<br />séchées par le soleil.<br /><br /><br />Entre les pouces de carottes,<br />j'arrache<br />les mauvaises herbes.<br /><br /><br />Regardant les baguettes,<br />il hésite <br />devant son bol de riz.<br /><br /><br />Poussés par le vent,<br />une mouche et le parfum<br />du chèvrefeuille.Bastienhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13180763840933562305noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4976019038713633143.post-28241839849527898552009-07-27T02:03:00.000-07:002009-07-27T02:05:13.371-07:00Je m'arrête:<br />un papillon<br />survole la terrasse.<br /><br /><br />J'arrache des pissenlits-<br />Entre deux tiges,<br />une coccinelle.<br /><br /><br />Chants d'oiseaux-<br />J'ouvre les yeux.<br />Oh! Le mal de tête.<br /><br /><br />Courbatures-<br />La bêche,<br />pleine de terre.<br /><br /><br />Entre deux averses,<br />pieds nus, <br />je sors les poubelles.Bastienhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13180763840933562305noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4976019038713633143.post-33021993016256437172009-03-05T07:17:00.001-08:002009-07-25T03:31:59.166-07:00<strong>Porte ouverte-<br />Le vent s'invite<br />dans les pages de mon carnet.<br /><br /><br />Chant des oiseaux-<br />Les chats se prélassent<br />sur la terrasse.<br /><br /><br />Tous les matins-<br />Je regarde le même arbre<br />sans feuilles.<br /><br /><br />Café au jardin-<br />Les jonquilles sortent <br />peu à peu de terre.<br /><br /><br />Sous les hortensias fanés-<br />une primevère<br />violette.</strong>Bastienhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13180763840933562305noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4976019038713633143.post-74510304184607435232009-03-05T03:57:00.000-08:002009-07-25T03:41:12.155-07:00Courbés par le vent-<br />Le reflet des joncs<br />au bord de l'eau.Bastienhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13180763840933562305noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4976019038713633143.post-89940814647412482382009-02-24T01:23:00.000-08:002009-02-24T01:27:36.471-08:00Tombée de la nuit-<br />Lourdement, un héron <br />traverse le ciel.<br /><br />Vol du héron-<br />Nous marchons soudain,<br />en silence.Bastienhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13180763840933562305noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4976019038713633143.post-47117069784861969452009-02-24T01:18:00.000-08:002009-02-24T01:21:45.492-08:00Promenade du dimanche-<br />Une flaque d'eau<br />figée par le froid<br /><br />Sous mes pieds, les craquements<br />de l'herbe givrée.<br />Quelques perce-neige.<br /><br />Eclos<br />pour un bref instant,<br />les perce-neige du jardin.Bastienhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13180763840933562305noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4976019038713633143.post-18117284702168498562007-05-04T05:42:00.000-07:002007-05-04T05:44:56.804-07:00Rosée matinale-<br />Une goutte d'eau<br />au coeur des alchémilles.<br /><br /><br />Rails de sécurité-<br />Quelques coquelicots<br />entr'aperçus.Bastienhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13180763840933562305noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4976019038713633143.post-6133169871917419512007-05-04T05:41:00.000-07:002007-05-04T05:42:29.428-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUntUrO21E5DAG3IRegBsQ-kvcZVTXK-jClmNRoX_0Gly_dr9Hn5WtY4sRORwTJcQagW12C_xbYpiSdb0Ye1hqjwU7sPonE6hNy2pIFZh3LgJaF19hYice6pJCWujJMAuxrG2-NwrWWdOz/s1600-h/coquelicot.bmp"><img style="display:block; 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