tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336125542011-04-21T17:19:41.181-05:00Trujillohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688215581969494032noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33612554.post-1156979745755505992006-08-30T18:12:00.000-05:002006-08-30T18:15:45.756-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3213/3693/1600/2005.mar.p162.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3213/3693/320/2005.mar.p162.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">je t'aime ma petite Ludivine</span><br /></div><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> Que tu viennes du ciel ou de l'enfer, qu'importe,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> Ô Beauté ! monstre énorme, effrayant, ingénu !</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> Si ton oeil, ton souris, ton pied, m'ouvrent la porte</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> D'un Infini que j'aime et n'ai jamais connu ?</span><br /> <br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> De Satan ou de Dieu, qu'importe ? Ange ou Sirène,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> Qu'importe, si tu rends, - fée aux yeux de velours,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> Rythme, parfum, lueur, ô mon unique reine ! -</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> L'univers moins hideux et les instants moins lourds ?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Baudelaire</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33612554-115697974575550599?l=des-jours.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Trujillohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688215581969494032noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33612554.post-1156974567670697712006-08-30T16:43:00.000-05:002006-08-30T18:24:35.093-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3213/3693/1600/95906573.img.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3213/3693/320/95906573.img.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">puedo decir que tiene el pelo castaño, los labios rojos como un caramelo rojo lamido,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">el superior ligeramente hinchado. (¡Oh, si fuera yo una escritora que pudiera</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">hacerla posar bajo una luz desnuda! Pero soy el flaco Humbert Humbert, huesudo y de pelo en</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">pecho, con espesas cejas negras, acento curioso y un oscuro pozo de monstruos que se pudren tras una sonrisa de muchacho). Nabokov</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33612554-115697456767069771?l=des-jours.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Trujillohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688215581969494032noreply@blogger.com1