<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632232</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 10:43:40 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Khomique de situation</title><description></description><link>http://beish.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (lsh)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>286</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632232.post-8856178311655974526</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 10:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-25T11:43:40.511+01:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/Sw0KQqTqoZI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/IbAS6KJmXyU/s1600/photo%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/Sw0KQqTqoZI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/IbAS6KJmXyU/s400/photo%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407990008892793234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Le coeur ma matière faible.&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/13632232-8856178311655974526?l=beish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beish.blogspot.com/2009/11/le-coeur-ma-matiere-faible.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lsh)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/Sw0KQqTqoZI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/IbAS6KJmXyU/s72-c/photo%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632232.post-7794057539877439273</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 13:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-18T14:48:24.964+01:00</atom:updated><title>Swimming fool</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/SwP5_RmLNtI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/okjWelQ6WP4/s1600/flickrbuilding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/SwP5_RmLNtI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/okjWelQ6WP4/s400/flickrbuilding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405438843225323218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La nuit plus de réalité. Mais des univers de possibles mis à nu, translacides, gondolés par l'onde acoustique.&lt;br /&gt;Tout se dissout.&lt;br /&gt;Tout tremble.&lt;br /&gt;Le corps se dissout et avec lui&lt;br /&gt;le coeur&lt;br /&gt;les tripes à l'air&lt;br /&gt;aux airs nombreux viciés&lt;br /&gt;superbes&lt;br /&gt;supliciés&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On s'était arrêtées un soir regarder la Tour scintiller; depuis le Pont des Arts.&lt;br /&gt;Je n'ai jamais trop su pourquoi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632232-7794057539877439273?l=beish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beish.blogspot.com/2009/11/swimming-fool.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lsh)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/SwP5_RmLNtI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/okjWelQ6WP4/s72-c/flickrbuilding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632232.post-2915262082500084265</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Nov 2009 09:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-13T10:48:37.229+01:00</atom:updated><title>Twinkle</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/Sv0rToB6zLI/AAAAAAAAAQs/KtHbUWCrXRU/s1600-h/blogheader.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 85px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/Sv0rToB6zLI/AAAAAAAAAQs/KtHbUWCrXRU/s400/blogheader.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403522744077438130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I miss you; I'm just not sure what, nor how.&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/13632232-2915262082500084265?l=beish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beish.blogspot.com/2009/11/twinkle.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lsh)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/Sv0rToB6zLI/AAAAAAAAAQs/KtHbUWCrXRU/s72-c/blogheader.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632232.post-229532255752143367</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 11:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-13T13:15:27.917+02:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Running&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632232-229532255752143367?l=beish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beish.blogspot.com/2009/10/running.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lsh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632232.post-8738905510608070749</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2009 21:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-09T23:40:00.669+02:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>I was born in 2003&lt;br /&gt;I was born in 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never saw the water run under the bridges&lt;br /&gt;In Paris you only see the bridges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave it all away&lt;br /&gt;I gave it all up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;void I waited for Plenty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never saw the black water rising&lt;br /&gt;In Paris drowning is chic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632232-8738905510608070749?l=beish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beish.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-was-born-in-2003-i-was-born-in-2006-i.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lsh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632232.post-8532135443053920352</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Jul 2009 10:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-29T12:19:47.221+02:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Oh to carve the past out of my head, out of my flesh, out of my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disparaître à soi et n'être que pour autrui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulvériser d'un cri.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632232-8532135443053920352?l=beish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beish.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-to-carve-past-out-of-my-head-out-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lsh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632232.post-932404053959460449</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Jul 2009 12:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-24T14:42:12.541+02:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>I raised my eyes and perhaps for the first time realized it was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632232-932404053959460449?l=beish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beish.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-raised-my-eyes-and-perhaps-for-first.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lsh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632232.post-6524889371523472960</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Jul 2009 18:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-15T21:50:13.014+02:00</atom:updated><title>Chess</title><description>'Tis another F word, you don't pronounce it too often&lt;br /&gt;'tis obscene as it brings to mind body language, sweat and blood&lt;br /&gt;and you find yourself stroking your hidden flaws/&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;It sounds like frail yet dense and heavy, for looks to justify, heavy for muscles to bear, heavy, for food to pay. You're not going anywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632232-6524889371523472960?l=beish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beish.blogspot.com/2009/07/tis-another-f-word-you-dont-pronounce.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lsh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632232.post-4581971376365256408</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Jul 2009 16:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-11T18:26:52.875+02:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>"Souviens toi de la fin d'&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Adolphe&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;-Beigbeder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632232-4581971376365256408?l=beish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beish.blogspot.com/2009/07/souviens-toi-de-la-fin-d-adolphe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lsh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632232.post-555990576591226091</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Jul 2009 13:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-04T15:48:34.943+02:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;C'est l'histoire d'un petit bonhomme avec un grand trou dans le ventre, qui fait un peu froid parfois, traversé par les gestes des autres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632232-555990576591226091?l=beish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beish.blogspot.com/2009/07/cest-lhistoire-dun-petit-bonhomme-avec.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lsh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632232.post-2197964989700215196</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Jun 2009 07:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-20T09:50:39.023+02:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Jusqu'alors je pensais vaguement qu'il y avait une justice en ce monde.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632232-2197964989700215196?l=beish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beish.blogspot.com/2009/06/jusqualors-je-pensais-vaguement-quil-y.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lsh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632232.post-6207659209901200351</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Jun 2009 19:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-15T21:42:13.137+02:00</atom:updated><title>Once (II)</title><description>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By the fire, my bride, will be tainted our kin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our only desire bloodred on lion skin;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And to the mighty roar, heifer, will you respond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If the veal hides the vice of which you have grown fond?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will open your heart to the kiss and the crime;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Once the flame tossed astray, I will teach you the rhyme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632232-6207659209901200351?l=beish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beish.blogspot.com/2009/06/once-ii.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lsh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632232.post-8628010503230679401</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Jun 2009 11:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-15T13:48:43.142+02:00</atom:updated><title>Once</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/SjY0_2g2doI/AAAAAAAAAQk/UicezEbTKmI/s1600-h/juin09+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/SjY0_2g2doI/AAAAAAAAAQk/UicezEbTKmI/s400/juin09+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347519879118747266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"T'as du nuage sur le nez ?&lt;br /&gt;- C'est l'auréole qui s'effiloche."&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/13632232-8628010503230679401?l=beish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beish.blogspot.com/2009/06/once.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lsh)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/SjY0_2g2doI/AAAAAAAAAQk/UicezEbTKmI/s72-c/juin09+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632232.post-8764648154843899904</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Jun 2009 11:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-06T15:22:52.016+02:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Notre Noël approche.&lt;br /&gt;Un enfant-dieu est mort pour mes péchés et le dogme dit : n'oublie pas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632232-8764648154843899904?l=beish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beish.blogspot.com/2009/06/notre-noel-approche.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lsh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632232.post-6405872670711777615</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Jun 2009 11:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-06T13:15:18.250+02:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Humectant doucement sa lippe violacée.&lt;br /&gt;Elle la lèvre sombre et mouillée.&lt;br /&gt;Mots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632232-6405872670711777615?l=beish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beish.blogspot.com/2009/06/humectant-doucement-sa-lippe-violacee.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lsh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632232.post-3916442041299706792</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Jun 2009 15:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-03T17:20:58.238+02:00</atom:updated><title>Overdue</title><description>Je sens l'orage ma peau se tend&lt;br /&gt;Dans mes nerfs&lt;br /&gt;les nappes de brise&lt;br /&gt;Cindent&lt;br /&gt;NOISE&lt;br /&gt;The first rain chord to slash the town opens a symphony in jubilation.&lt;br /&gt;It's raW desire and cigarette smoke tracing a ladder to the skies.&lt;br /&gt;It's sitting on a balcony, soaked and wanting.&lt;br /&gt;You must go naked in the storm. Offer yourself, and lose it in the fury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soleil cou coupé par le désir du ciel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632232-3916442041299706792?l=beish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beish.blogspot.com/2009/06/overdue.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lsh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632232.post-291750427139892572</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 May 2009 20:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-14T23:04:32.369+02:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Les étoiles de mer portées par le ressac venaient s'échouer par dizaines à nos pieds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le sable était froid et sec, leurs bouches s'ouvraient doucement caressantes, vivantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nous relancions les étoiles de mer dans le ressac par dizaines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parfois elles se retournaient, sèches à peine, peut-être mortes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nous relancions les étoiles de mer dans le ressac par dizaines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les étoiles de mer portées par le ressac venaient s'échouer par dizaines à nos pieds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you tell, Mrs Dalloway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are moments in life she said when you feel a stranger to everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go home go with you or stay by the tracks all night long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes no difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je suis en école de commerce et nous relancions les étoiles de mer dans le ressac par dizaines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus tard j'aurai un mari deux enfants une auto et je serai heureuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus tard j'aurai une amante un appartement une librairie et je serai heureuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus tard j'aurai un bateau l'Argentine le ressac et je serai heureuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus tard j'aurai une vie des convictions des raisons de et je serai heureuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nous relancions les étoile de mer dans le ressac par dizaines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes no difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always the love, and always the hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632232-291750427139892572?l=beish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beish.blogspot.com/2009/05/les-etoiles-de-mer-portees-par-le.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lsh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632232.post-7696082154194073623</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 May 2009 21:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-04T23:56:29.584+02:00</atom:updated><title>Abre los ojos</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/Sf9kEkCrzaI/AAAAAAAAAQc/BKTaAyvckWs/s1600-h/mars09+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/Sf9kEkCrzaI/AAAAAAAAAQc/BKTaAyvckWs/s400/mars09+035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332090513387146658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lsh.viewbook.com/"&gt;Photos de voyages.&lt;/a&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/13632232-7696082154194073623?l=beish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beish.blogspot.com/2009/05/abre-los-ojos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lsh)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/Sf9kEkCrzaI/AAAAAAAAAQc/BKTaAyvckWs/s72-c/mars09+035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632232.post-6380559064959960290</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Apr 2009 19:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-27T21:45:31.565+02:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/SfYLD53scpI/AAAAAAAAAQU/2uokAPU3-vQ/s1600-h/london%26cergy+106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/SfYLD53scpI/AAAAAAAAAQU/2uokAPU3-vQ/s400/london%26cergy+106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329459370741494418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'en vois le bout.&lt;br /&gt;Avec bonheur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je vois le commencement d'autres nous.&lt;br /&gt;D'autres bouts de possibilités qui flottent encore dans la bise d'avril. Au soleil calme et sûr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Désormais prête attendre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632232-6380559064959960290?l=beish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beish.blogspot.com/2009/04/jen-vois-le-bout.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lsh)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/SfYLD53scpI/AAAAAAAAAQU/2uokAPU3-vQ/s72-c/london%26cergy+106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632232.post-4415904022333096313</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Apr 2009 13:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-07T15:40:40.374+02:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/SdtXw9haBSI/AAAAAAAAAQM/J1WYi-Q8dX4/s1600-h/imagemusicc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 157px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/SdtXw9haBSI/AAAAAAAAAQM/J1WYi-Q8dX4/s400/imagemusicc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321943883328390434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank god there's always music.&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/13632232-4415904022333096313?l=beish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beish.blogspot.com/2009/04/thank-god-theres-always-music.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lsh)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/SdtXw9haBSI/AAAAAAAAAQM/J1WYi-Q8dX4/s72-c/imagemusicc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632232.post-4326097628290329824</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Apr 2009 15:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-04T17:40:00.665+02:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/Sdd_R1rKo-I/AAAAAAAAAQE/X-m34BUBK_s/s1600-h/iph+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/Sdd_R1rKo-I/AAAAAAAAAQE/X-m34BUBK_s/s400/iph+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320861429204165602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'aspire à petites goulées l'air futur.&lt;br /&gt;Je respire l'idée de la montagne, la terre, le sol, l'air, le vide, le temps.&lt;br /&gt;L'air de la mer, le train, la voiture, les pins, la chaleur, les redécouvertes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A demi tour née vers la ligne bleue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632232-4326097628290329824?l=beish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beish.blogspot.com/2009/04/jaspire-petites-goulees-lair-futur.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lsh)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/Sdd_R1rKo-I/AAAAAAAAAQE/X-m34BUBK_s/s72-c/iph+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632232.post-5989374608174055336</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Mar 2009 11:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-31T13:38:25.138+02:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>What happens if I let it go?&lt;br /&gt;The curve's right ahead, the chasm beyond&lt;br /&gt;We're lots in this car and I'm tired of steering&lt;br /&gt;Someone's gonna react.&lt;br /&gt;Someone's gotta react.&lt;br /&gt;What happens if I let it go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632232-5989374608174055336?l=beish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beish.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-happens-if-i-let-it-go-curves.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lsh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632232.post-3392833993182875920</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Mar 2009 23:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-29T00:21:20.009+01:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/Sc6w5rzLtoI/AAAAAAAAAP8/TGx400AGW4I/s1600-h/mars08+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/Sc6w5rzLtoI/AAAAAAAAAP8/TGx400AGW4I/s400/mars08+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318382715027568258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est l'histoire d'un oeuf&lt;br /&gt;qui tombe, tombe, tombe&lt;br /&gt;mais tout va bien puisqu'il ne peut pas craquer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632232-3392833993182875920?l=beish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beish.blogspot.com/2009/03/cest-lhistoire-dun-oeuf-qui-tombe-tombe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lsh)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/Sc6w5rzLtoI/AAAAAAAAAP8/TGx400AGW4I/s72-c/mars08+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632232.post-7439723222840977964</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Mar 2009 14:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-26T15:32:11.117+01:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Plus cela est fragile, plus cela est cassant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632232-7439723222840977964?l=beish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beish.blogspot.com/2009/03/plus-cela-est-fragile-plus-cela-est.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lsh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632232.post-7199702264206028615</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Mar 2009 15:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-13T16:56:29.685+01:00</atom:updated><title>Spring?</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/SbqB34KHo2I/AAAAAAAAAP0/aGNjgfl8RrU/s1600-h/iph+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/SbqB34KHo2I/AAAAAAAAAP0/aGNjgfl8RrU/s400/iph+035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312701507404538722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and - jump.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632232-7199702264206028615?l=beish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beish.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lsh)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/SbqB34KHo2I/AAAAAAAAAP0/aGNjgfl8RrU/s72-c/iph+035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>