tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324310514800935757Mon, 30 Jan 2012 22:06:35 +0000patèresculptureShelleybestiaireSant'ArianoSan Clementesites préféréséchopersonnalitéSan MicheleCastellopalazzo ducalecimetière juifCortolégendebibliothèqueCorvopiazzaBuranofutilitéSant'ErasmoSant'AndrealittératuredoganavideoSanta Crocecannaregiobonnes adressesTarnowskahumeurSan PoloLidoMuranoDorsodurolaguneéphémérideactualitéjardinénigmevue du cielmosaïquemusiqueFeniceByronMalibrancapriccioSan MarcopeintureGiudeccachroniquehttp://veniselapartdesanges.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (stef*)Blogger164125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324310514800935757.post-6962846181347892778Thu, 26 Jan 2012 13:09:00 +00002012-01-30T23:06:35.962+01:00patèrejardincapricciocannaregio<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KzE-Kb1f71g/TyFRjWDGsgI/AAAAAAAABxc/yVi1cTLMtdU/s1600/aint%2Bgeorges9.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KzE-Kb1f71g/TyFRjWDGsgI/AAAAAAAABxc/yVi1cTLMtdU/s400/aint%2Bgeorges9.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701928270883631618" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xO5BTOxgGMY/TyFRjIFwFNI/AAAAAAAABxM/mJAneSOVdxQ/s1600/aint%2Bgeorges8.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xO5BTOxgGMY/TyFRjIFwFNI/AAAAAAAABxM/mJAneSOVdxQ/s400/aint%2Bgeorges8.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701928267136636114" /></a><br /><div>Le jour est proche où, à Venise, vous me surprendrez une escabelle à trois degrés tenaillant mon épaule. Tant sommeillent d'inestimables perles, invitations à la rêverie, masquées par la brique saumâtre.</div><div><br /></div><div>Tel ce Saint Georges. </div><div>Un échafaudage éphémère dressé au bout de l'énigmatique Corte Nova de Cannaregio...</div><div><br /></div><div>Je me demande si, vu d'un angle différent, notre Georges à la cape vermeille et son coursier enharnaché d'or manifestent tout autant de témérité?</div><div><br /></div><div>Demain, il me faudra donc troubler les deux disciples de Marie la Miséricordieuse. Fondamenta de l'Abbazia, je frapperai au 3568. Aux habitants, je mendierai l'accès au vaste jardin pour saluer le Saint protecteur des lieux. Et même si ce dragon ressemble plus à un oisillon affamé, je louerai alors le guerrier, orphelin de lance, piétiner les ténèbres sans relâche.</div><div><br /></div><div>Le jour est là où vous me croiserez une escabelle à trois degrés triturant mon épaule...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CPg5Yfi_rH4/TyFRi24V5oI/AAAAAAAABxA/iS0I_E81anY/s1600/aint%2Bgeorges7.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CPg5Yfi_rH4/TyFRi24V5oI/AAAAAAAABxA/iS0I_E81anY/s400/aint%2Bgeorges7.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701928262516991618" /></a><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 344px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DxYbD7I222w/TyFRisAfbFI/AAAAAAAABw4/KFPfwp-FLnc/s400/aint%2Bgeorges6.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701928259598380114" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RaeRCOFIUEI/TyFRGMxV2VI/AAAAAAAABww/5sc6iwW34_k/s1600/aint%2Bgeorges5.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 376px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RaeRCOFIUEI/TyFRGMxV2VI/AAAAAAAABww/5sc6iwW34_k/s400/aint%2Bgeorges5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701927770177001810" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d5vLwIZVc5Q/TyFRFxLCcHI/AAAAAAAABwc/wHmdLuVqbAI/s1600/aint%2Bgeorges4.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 369px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d5vLwIZVc5Q/TyFRFxLCcHI/AAAAAAAABwc/wHmdLuVqbAI/s400/aint%2Bgeorges4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701927762768588914" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zRsOSmiprAI/TyFRFhrNpwI/AAAAAAAABwU/KOiIgOdGNw8/s1600/aint%2Bgeorges3.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zRsOSmiprAI/TyFRFhrNpwI/AAAAAAAABwU/KOiIgOdGNw8/s400/aint%2Bgeorges3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701927758608574210" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6nEaLciPzdE/TyFRFDLMbTI/AAAAAAAABwM/p_Q_avooqMU/s1600/aint%2Bgeorges2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 357px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6nEaLciPzdE/TyFRFDLMbTI/AAAAAAAABwM/p_Q_avooqMU/s400/aint%2Bgeorges2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701927750421212466" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V0645JyScbQ/TyFREmwAFoI/AAAAAAAABv8/k0LixpSG5bU/s1600/aint%2Bgeorges1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V0645JyScbQ/TyFREmwAFoI/AAAAAAAABv8/k0LixpSG5bU/s400/aint%2Bgeorges1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701927742790964866" /></a><br /><script type="text/javascript">var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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Mais il faut vous blanchir, Gouverneur <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff0000;">Lowe</span>, ainsi que votre souverain George<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>IV. Messieurs les Anglais, comment a-t-on pu vous soupçonner!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Il faut également vous innocenter, Général <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff0000;">Montholon</span>. </span>L’argent et les fesses de Dame Albine ont assez embobeliné les Sherlock Holmes de tout poil.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">C’est Venise qui a empoisonné le Roi d’Italie.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Si l’Aigle a terrassé le Lion, l</span>e Lion eût cependant le dernier mot. Voici en résumé ce que nous conte "<i>1807</i>".</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Que l’historien et le scientifique se rassurent: c’est un roman.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Yves Jégo nous convie à la suite de l’Empereur lors de son unique séjour dans la Sérénissime. </span>Du 29 novembre au 8 décembre 1807. Dix jours qui marqueront pour toujours Venise dans sa chair et dans son sang. La Dominante ne connaitra plus jamais pareille transformation.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">L’intrigue est un peu faible. </span>Le rythme trop haché.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Reste aux amoureux de Venise la bonne occasion de se repasser les faits principaux qui émaillèrent le séjour impérial et de se remémorer les changements d’ordre militaire, politique, économique, religieux et les modifications de l’espace urbain. </span>L’opportunité en outre de croiser <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff0000;">Paganini</span>, la belle et mystérieuse <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff0000;">Nahir de Lusignan</span> et <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff0000;">Robert Fulton</span>, même si en cette année 1807, ce dernier a bien autre chose en tête.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">“<i>Vive le protecteur du peuple! Viva il Re</i>!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Voici donc évaporé un des mystères voilant les dernières heures de Napoléon.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Mais ce corps aux Invalides? </span>Est-ce bien celui de l’Empereur? On raconte que sa dépouille est à Westminster. On prétend que sous le Dôme dans le sarcophage vermeil dort un certain Cipriani. </p><p class="MsoNormal">Cipriani, dites-vous !?! Un ancêtre des Cipriani? Bellini et carpaccio? Le Harry’s Bar, quoi!?!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Venise! </span>Encore et toujours Venise!</p> <!--EndFragment--></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5UiIcCfIfU/TxdA3iWyKMI/AAAAAAAABuo/-KpBKDZKXFM/s1600/N_venise.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5UiIcCfIfU/TxdA3iWyKMI/AAAAAAAABuo/-KpBKDZKXFM/s400/N_venise.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699095176320002242" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XYLJek-eRZY/TxdA3cbXfkI/AAAAAAAABuc/uCFWzGhWNz8/s1600/Napoleon_sur_son_lit_de_mort_Horace_Vernet_1826.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 365px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XYLJek-eRZY/TxdA3cbXfkI/AAAAAAAABuc/uCFWzGhWNz8/s400/Napoleon_sur_son_lit_de_mort_Horace_Vernet_1826.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699095174728613442" /></a><br /><script type="text/javascript">var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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Elle a 25 ans.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="NL-BE" style="mso-ansi-language:NL-BE">Dix jours plus tard, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff0000;">Simenon</span> sème les cendres de sa fille sous le grand cèdre de son jardin.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="NL-BE" style="mso-ansi-language:NL-BE"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="NL-BE" style="mso-ansi-language:NL-BE">Dans la nuit du 7 septembre 1989, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff0000;">Teresa Sburelin</span>, la compagne vénitienne, disperse les restes de l’écrivain sous le grand cèdre de la petite maison rose de Lausanne. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="NL-BE" style="mso-ansi-language:NL-BE"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="NL-BE" style="mso-ansi-language:NL-BE"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="NL-BE" style="mso-ansi-language:NL-BE"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="NL-BE" style="mso-ansi-language:NL-BE"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">"Quant à toi, Marie-jo chérie, tu fais une découverte importante dont tu te souviendras toujours. Chaque après-midi, sur la terrasse du Lido, six ou sept musiciens forment un petit orchestre aux sons duquel les couples dansent sur la piste.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="NL-BE" style="mso-ansi-language:NL-BE"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">Tu as choisi ton coin, près des musiciens, avec qui tu deviens vite amie et comme complice. Tu as un peu plus de sept ans mais, depuis longtemps déjà tu possèdes dans ta chambre … ton phono et tes disques. Tu les connais bien, car tu les joue beaucoup, et tu as tes préférés. L’un d’eux est Tennessee Waltz, une valse nostalgique du Sud, aux Etats –Unis, que tu as entendue tout enfant et au rythme de laquelle tu te balances.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="NL-BE" style="mso-ansi-language:NL-BE"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">Tu veux me faire danser, Dad ?<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="NL-BE" style="mso-ansi-language:NL-BE"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">Et voilà que nous valsons tous les deux sur l’air de Tennesssee Waltz, que tu as demandé à tes amis de l’orchestre de jouer… ta jolie robe de coton rayé de blanc et de bleu qui flotte autour de toi.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="NL-BE" style="mso-ansi-language:NL-BE"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">Tous les soirs, désormais nous avons un rendez-vous presque secret, à la première table près des musiciens qui, dès qu’ils t’aperçoivent, se mettent à jouer ton morceau favori.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="NL-BE" style="mso-ansi-language:NL-BE"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">Ce sera, ma petite fille, un des meilleurs souvenirs, nos danses dans le soleil tamisé par une tente couleur ocre qui te colore les joues."<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p> <!--EndFragment--></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;">Mémoires intimes, Georges Simenon</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R0dIarGdyqo/TvT_3imEFEI/AAAAAAAABt4/NH6vcts32FU/s1600/aaa.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R0dIarGdyqo/TvT_3imEFEI/AAAAAAAABt4/NH6vcts32FU/s400/aaa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689453558920123458" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4ksQKDjVeIw/TvT_3KI44VI/AAAAAAAABtw/A_oaeBHyEqs/s1600/aaaa.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 380px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4ksQKDjVeIw/TvT_3KI44VI/AAAAAAAABtw/A_oaeBHyEqs/s400/aaaa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689453552355303762" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-size:small;"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"><br /></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mn6lppjRoxo/TvT_3PUAEvI/AAAAAAAABtg/qNOVjN9in38/s1600/aaaaa.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 325px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mn6lppjRoxo/TvT_3PUAEvI/AAAAAAAABtg/qNOVjN9in38/s400/aaaaa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689453553744089842" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;">Georges Simenon et Teresa Sburelin</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"><iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_Ek3eCbfqp0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324310514800935757-6982814340989656021?l=veniselapartdesanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/VeniseLaPartDesAnges/~4/xVlO-Upxy44" height="1" width="1"/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VeniseLaPartDesAnges/~3/xVlO-Upxy44/tennessee-waltz.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (stef*)12http://veniselapartdesanges.blogspot.com/2011/12/tennessee-waltz.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324310514800935757.post-2996459478431574638Tue, 13 Dec 2011 21:04:00 +00002011-12-23T01:40:14.910+01:00actualitécapricciobonnes adressesénigme<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5nXyri2uLok/TkWbMvJlftI/AAAAAAAABtA/RR7jRWAq_Lg/s1600/DSC04012.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5nXyri2uLok/TkWbMvJlftI/AAAAAAAABtA/RR7jRWAq_Lg/s400/DSC04012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640084751468822226" /></a> <br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour quelques heures quelques jours,</div><div style="text-align: center;">je prends la clé de la lagune,</div><div style="text-align: center;">je largue <i>paline</i> et <i>bricole</i>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A très bientôt ...</div><div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">Bienvenue Ana</span></div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /><script type="text/javascript">var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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Quelques reflets lustrés pour vous tenter, un jour, de vous arrêter devant cette tombe du carré protestant de l’île cinéraire.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Victor Cunard est correspondant du <i>London Times</i> à Venise. C’est lui qui couche la nécrologie de son amie <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Dolly Wilde</span>, la sulfureuse nièce du non moins sulfureux Oscar. Victor est aussi le cousin « bien aimé » de <i>Nane</i>, l’héritière de l’immense empire maritime Cunard. </p><p class="MsoNormal">Poétesse, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Nancy Cunard</span> est éditrice.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">La Sérénissime encore. Elle publie les <i>XXX Cantos</i> de Pound. </p><p class="MsoNormal">La Sérénissime toujours. Septembre 1928, dans une chambre de la Riva dei Schiavoni, Aragon se gorge de barbituriques. Suicide d’opérette pour les uns. Sauvé de justesse pour les autres.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Nancy Cunard et <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Louis Aragon</span> partagent une liaison tourmentée depuis deux ans. A Venise, ils endossent les rôles pathétiques des amants du Danieli. George Sand s’amourache du docteur Pagello, Nancy Cunard lâche son poète pour l’afro-américain <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Henry Crowder</span>, alors pianiste de l’orchestre de jazz d’Eddie South, sous contrat huit semaines au <i>Luna</i>.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">En 1960, la mort emporte brusquement Victor Cunard, tout occupé à libérer sa toujours chère cousine enfermée au sanatorium de Holloway. L’alcool, la drogue et autres errements destructeurs ont inexorablement mutilé <i>la femme aux bracelets</i>.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Si cet arbre a réveillé tes angoisses, Victor, sache ta tendre cousine sortie de l’enfer d’Holloway. Et lorsque ta Nane décide de quitter définitivement le bal tragique des morts-vivant , déguisée en petite chose insignifiante, garrottée aux fers d’un lit de la grande salle commune de l’hôpital Cochin, sois sûr, Victor, que c’est vers la rémission qu’elle s’en est allée.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">« <i>Je travaille à un poème contre toutes les guerres… A boire, du vin rouge…</i> » ses dernières paroles.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Au Père-Lachaise, l’urne 9016 renfermerait les cendres de la poétesse à la coiffe des <i>boys</i> de l’<i>Eton College</i>.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Le hasard qui ceci dit n’existe pas à Venise a gravé les lettres CUNARD sur une autre stèle un rien plus loin…<a href="http://veniselapartdesanges.blogspot.com/2010/01/que-pouvait-donc-bien-faire-venise-le.html">clic</a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Ce billet a émoustillé votre intérêt pour Nancy ? Rendez-vous sur le merveilleux <a href="http://chez-edmea.blogspot.com/2010/10/nancy-cunard.html">blog d’Edmea…</a></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><div><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VA4KdIacFDQ/TjWfzKqwrYI/AAAAAAAABsY/06h-x_fqGjI/s1600/Nancy%2Bcunard%2B2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 339px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VA4KdIacFDQ/TjWfzKqwrYI/AAAAAAAABsY/06h-x_fqGjI/s400/Nancy%2Bcunard%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635586210109894018" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); ">Nancy Cunard, la femme aux bracelets</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); "><br /></span></div></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vxpvRrThLvw/TjWfy4pLnDI/AAAAAAAABsQ/ui7L-HiAaro/s1600/nancy-cunard_28897449.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vxpvRrThLvw/TjWfy4pLnDI/AAAAAAAABsQ/ui7L-HiAaro/s400/nancy-cunard_28897449.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635586205271432242" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-01Kdv0dkJRw/TjWfEhvebzI/AAAAAAAABsI/uag4Rz0iyAE/s1600/cunard3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 143px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-01Kdv0dkJRw/TjWfEhvebzI/AAAAAAAABsI/uag4Rz0iyAE/s400/cunard3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635585408849833778" /></a></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">« J’avais ma peine et ma valise</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-size:small;">Et celle qui m’avait blessé</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Etait-elle encore à Venise ?</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Moi, j’étais déjà son passé. »</span></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IpvCiXdvjLw/TjWfEaemL0I/AAAAAAAABsA/Np3ANuhk_ZI/s1600/dorothywilde2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IpvCiXdvjLw/TjWfEaemL0I/AAAAAAAABsA/Np3ANuhk_ZI/s400/dorothywilde2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635585406899990338" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); ">Dolly Wilde</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); "><br /></span></div></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_ptOaumYNNk/TjWfEZW0d2I/AAAAAAAABr4/2wtvcOYyvho/s1600/cunard1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 360px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_ptOaumYNNk/TjWfEZW0d2I/AAAAAAAABr4/2wtvcOYyvho/s400/cunard1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635585406598936418" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FSfb4s96g_U/TjWfEAywyeI/AAAAAAAABrw/1AmVVnItL3Q/s1600/2010-10-26-nancycunard.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FSfb4s96g_U/TjWfEAywyeI/AAAAAAAABrw/1AmVVnItL3Q/s400/2010-10-26-nancycunard.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635585400005249506" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DWezJOFTIt0/TjWfEHRFUBI/AAAAAAAABro/i1byToKzCgA/s1600/nc%2B-%2Bcopie.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DWezJOFTIt0/TjWfEHRFUBI/AAAAAAAABro/i1byToKzCgA/s400/nc%2B-%2Bcopie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635585401743036434" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H83GN02DQFs/TjWeQOgqP8I/AAAAAAAABrg/l-82FADihH0/s1600/nc%2B-%2Bcopie.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><script type="text/javascript">var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));</script><script type="text/javascript">try {var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11296824-1");pageTracker._trackPageview();} catch(err) {}</script><a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/VeniseLaPartDesAnges"><img style="border-style: none; height: 14px; width: 14px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/4/43/Feed-icon.svg" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324310514800935757-2337899565959483402?l=veniselapartdesanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/VeniseLaPartDesAnges/~4/ogGAMxAPMic" height="1" width="1"/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VeniseLaPartDesAnges/~3/ogGAMxAPMic/je-travaille-un-poeme-contre-toutes-les.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (stef*)13http://veniselapartdesanges.blogspot.com/2011/07/je-travaille-un-poeme-contre-toutes-les.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324310514800935757.post-3654860834678893025Mon, 27 Jun 2011 19:09:00 +00002011-07-11T19:10:37.902+02:00videocapriccioSan MichelemusiquepersonnalitéShelleylittérature<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LQfZ33N5YH8/TgjbN4jqFcI/AAAAAAAABqQ/y84eYHfJofw/s1600/DSC09249%2B-%2Bcopie%2B2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LQfZ33N5YH8/TgjbN4jqFcI/AAAAAAAABqQ/y84eYHfJofw/s400/DSC09249%2B-%2Bcopie%2B2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622985166338790850" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;">Famille Marus, San Michele</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><br /></span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">Permettez-moi ce petit capriccio inspiré par les vers de HF Thiéfaine et ses "Suppléments de mensonge"...</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Les yeux de Rimbaud et l'éther de Baudelaire étoilés des esperluettes de Shelley...</div><div><br /></div><div>Sublime!</div><div><br /></div><div>Les vers tourmentés d'Hubert Félix Thiéfaine et la famille Marus, pensionnaire de San Michele.</div><div><br /></div><div>Etonnant cliché funéraire, fascinante poésie...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Pour une vision plus aisée, c'est </span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z1jWfIb4oLQ"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ici </span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">....</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Z1jWfIb4oLQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hncBH3ZLyCg/TgjbN6WN5kI/AAAAAAAABqI/drnaNOWrNM8/s1600/Unknown.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 128px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hncBH3ZLyCg/TgjbN6WN5kI/AAAAAAAABqI/drnaNOWrNM8/s400/Unknown.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622985166819288642" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;">HF Thiéfaine</span></div></span><script type="text/javascript">var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));</script><script type="text/javascript">try {var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11296824-1");pageTracker._trackPageview();} catch(err) {}</script><a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/VeniseLaPartDesAnges"><img style="border-style: none; height: 14px; width: 14px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/4/43/Feed-icon.svg" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324310514800935757-3654860834678893025?l=veniselapartdesanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/VeniseLaPartDesAnges/~4/VjgJ_RoLQ_s" height="1" width="1"/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VeniseLaPartDesAnges/~3/VjgJ_RoLQ_s/petit-matin-410-heure-dete.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (stef*)14http://veniselapartdesanges.blogspot.com/2011/06/petit-matin-410-heure-dete.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324310514800935757.post-2978412482999263499Wed, 08 Jun 2011 19:05:00 +00002011-06-14T22:42:16.272+02:00San Michelemusiquebibliothèquelittérature<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jTOSUmAePh8/TfD1wazmZVI/AAAAAAAABp4/p0NucKLqne0/s1600/1493-medium.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jTOSUmAePh8/TfD1wazmZVI/AAAAAAAABp4/p0NucKLqne0/s400/1493-medium.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616258947509282130" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Depuis peu, mon aventure professionnelle me conduit tous les mercredis à passer, seul, la nuit dans notre maison de campagne. Vencimont, petit village du namurois désaltéré par la Houille .<br />Un poisson fumé, un chèvre frais émaillé de sel de Guérande et un Minervois dont le producteur m’assure à chaque fois être sa meilleure cuvée forment les compagnons d’un soir.<br />Il y a deux semaines, j’ai réveillé le brûlot de la terrasse avec de vieilles et sèches bûches de sapin encore travaillées par mon beau-père couché depuis dix ans à quelques deux lieues, dans le petit cimetière perché de Wancennes . C’est ici, à ses côtés, que mon corps désarticulé poussièrera son ultime voyage.<br /><br />Le dernier Cohen couvrant le craquement du bois aux nageoires enflammées, j’ai ouvert le petit livre de <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Alejo Carpentier</span> : <em>Concert Baroque</em>.<br />Le surprenant voyage musical que voilà !<br />Le Florian, San Michele, Sant’Angelo…<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Monteverdi</span>, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Vivaldi</span>, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Scarlatti</span>, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Händel</span>, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Stravinsky</span>, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Evan Parker</span>, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Louis Armstrong</span>...<br />Egrenant les heures sonnées par les Maures de la Tour de l’Horloge, vous accompagnerez en ce début XVIIIème, un richissime mexicain dans les calle vénitiennes. C’est le carnaval . Son déguisement en Montezuma ne laissera pas Vivaldi de marbre.<div><br />XVIII ème dites-vous ?</div><div><br />Et comment donc ce <em>casse-croûte </em>sur la tombe de Stravinsky dans un cimetière qui n’existe pas encore ? Et comment ainsi cette réunion dans un <i>caffè Victoria Arduino</i> qui n’existe pas encore ?<br />Laissez Horace, Dante, la Bible, Aristophane, Lucrèce, Shakespeare, Eschyle vous aider .<br /><br />« <em>Il est nécessaire parfois de prendre ses distances , de mettre entre les choses et soi un océan, pour les voir de plus près . »</em><br /><br />Le livre refermé, vomissaient encore les bûches de sapin travaillées par mon beau-père, couché depuis dix ans à quelques deux lieues, dans le petit cimetière perché de Wancennes…<br /><br /><div><a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/VeniseLaPartDesAnges"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; WIDTH: 14px; BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; HEIGHT: 14px; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/4/43/Feed-icon.svg" /></a></div><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rZlrakqmJ-0/TfD2y-F4acI/AAAAAAAABqA/lMYuU27GaW8/s1600/Alejo%2BCarpentier%2B220.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rZlrakqmJ-0/TfD2y-F4acI/AAAAAAAABqA/lMYuU27GaW8/s400/Alejo%2BCarpentier%2B220.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616260090852567490" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;">Alejo Carpentier</span></div></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324310514800935757-2978412482999263499?l=veniselapartdesanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/VeniseLaPartDesAnges/~4/OFPMJkut9vA" height="1" width="1"/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VeniseLaPartDesAnges/~3/OFPMJkut9vA/concert-baroque.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (stef*)10http://veniselapartdesanges.blogspot.com/2011/06/concert-baroque.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324310514800935757.post-6435296149646273122Mon, 23 May 2011 20:24:00 +00002011-05-23T22:36:14.144+02:00actualitéSant'Erasmojardinlagune<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vbyCfOGW7Es/TdrDSkPXk7I/AAAAAAAABpk/U3XlE-6cDzM/s1600/DSC00464.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vbyCfOGW7Es/TdrDSkPXk7I/AAAAAAAABpk/U3XlE-6cDzM/s400/DSC00464.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610011009576571826" /></a><br /><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="NL-BE" style="mso-ansi-language:NL-BE">Le tapis rouge de l’escalier des Géants du palais des festivals de Cannes n’est plus.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="NL-BE" style="mso-ansi-language:NL-BE">Mais reste à l’esprit de tout amoureux de Venise la sortie prochaine des “Impardonnables”, le dernier </span><span lang="NL-BE"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Téchiné</span></span><span lang="NL-BE" style="mso-ansi-language:NL-BE">, avec </span><span lang="NL-BE"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Carole</span></span><span lang="NL-BE" style="mso-ansi-language:NL-BE"> </span><span lang="NL-BE"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Bouquet</span></span><span lang="NL-BE" style="mso-ansi-language:NL-BE"> et </span><span lang="NL-BE"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">André</span></span><span lang="NL-BE" style="mso-ansi-language:NL-BE"> </span><span lang="NL-BE"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Dussolier</span></span><span lang="NL-BE" style="mso-ansi-language:NL-BE">. </span><span lang="NL-BE"><a href="http://veniselapartdesanges.blogspot.com/2010/06/terminus-des-anges.html">Clic</a><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="NL-BE" style="mso-ansi-language:NL-BE">La Sérénissime comme somptueux décor, Sant’Erasmo en vedette. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="NL-BE" style="mso-ansi-language:NL-BE"></span>Histoire de vous faire patienter, voici quelques discrets clichés de la <i>Casa Bianca</i>, la demeure <i>visible du vaporetto</i>, louée pour les besoins du film.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Un jour d’avril 2010, le maître des lieux nous a ouvert son asile. La vigne assoiffant la terrasse avant. La lagune abreuvant la terrasse arrière.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="NL-BE" style="mso-ansi-language:NL-BE"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="NL-BE" style="mso-ansi-language:NL-BE"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="NL-BE" style="mso-ansi-language:NL-BE">Le temps de quelques mots.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="NL-BE" style="mso-ansi-language:NL-BE">Le temps d’un verre d’Orto di Venezia.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="NL-BE" style="mso-ansi-language:NL-BE"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="NL-BE" style="mso-ansi-language:NL-BE">C’est par ici …<o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxP71CAZ3pA/TdrDSTtE5mI/AAAAAAAABpc/Vs6H_iHPV0I/s1600/DSC00468.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; 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La troisième pour le Royaume-Uni.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: NL-BE" lang="NL-BE">Un critique américain de préférer les plantureux mamelons de la chapelle du Doge, au travers d'improbables </span><span lang="NL-BE"><i>rui</i></span><span style="mso-ansi-language: NL-BE" lang="NL-BE">, </span>plus vénitiens, ose-t-il, pour illustrer les intrigues de la native du New-Jersey et de son Brunetti de commissaire. </p><p class="MsoNormal">Le béotien que voilà!</p><p class="MsoNormal">C’est faire rapidement fi de votre cas, Sonia. <span style="mso-ansi-language: NL-BE" lang="NL-BE">Ame et corps à la Sérénissime, à tout jamais, pour l’éternité...</span><a href="http://veniselapartdesanges.blogspot.com/2010/05/je-suis-la-sonia.html">Clic</a></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: NL-BE" lang="NL-BE">Dites Sonia, vous ne m’en voudrez pas si je profite de l’aubaine pour présenter aux lecteurs de ce blog une autre étincelle enflammée de </span><span lang="NL-BE"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff0000;">Enrico Butti</span></span><span style="mso-ansi-language: NL-BE" lang="NL-BE">?</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: NL-BE" lang="NL-BE">Isabella. </span>Isabella Casati. Mains réconfortées, doigts déridés. Boutons éclos de seins épandus.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: NL-BE" lang="NL-BE">Otez ce crucifix, ma belle, et je serai vôtre! </span><span lang="NL-BE"><a href="http://www.thais.it/citta_italiane/Milano/MONUMENTALE/ALTE/Casati.htm">Clic</a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); "><a href="http://www.thais.it/citta_italiane/Milano/MONUMENTALE/ALTE/Casati.htm">Tombe de la famille Casati-Brioschi, Cimitero Monumentale, Milan, 1890.</a> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); "><a href="http://www.thais.it/citta_italiane/Milano/MONUMENTALE/ALTE/Casati.htm">Oeuvre du sculpteur Enrico Butti</a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: NL-BE" lang="NL-BE"><o:p></o:p></span></p><!--EndFragment--></div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WdszvSCI714/TdWFi-Zj8JI/AAAAAAAABoM/YlaC5EiA8_E/s1600/Drawing%2BConclusions.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608535746872078482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WdszvSCI714/TdWFi-Zj8JI/AAAAAAAABoM/YlaC5EiA8_E/s400/Drawing%2BConclusions.jpg" /></a><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-size:small;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)" class="Apple-style-span">Couverture Etats-Unis</span></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-size:small;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)" class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K3qISaZst9s/TdWFitpO1RI/AAAAAAAABoE/DwnlEtc9IP4/s1600/Donna-Leon-Drawing-Conclusions.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608535742374401298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K3qISaZst9s/TdWFitpO1RI/AAAAAAAABoE/DwnlEtc9IP4/s400/Donna-Leon-Drawing-Conclusions.jpg" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)" class="Apple-style-span">Couverture Royaume-Uni</span></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)" class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2Xk4Rdiz01k/TdWFivv0cOI/AAAAAAAABn8/XlMxxVI8bhY/s1600/049CasatiI%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608535742938902754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2Xk4Rdiz01k/TdWFivv0cOI/AAAAAAAABn8/XlMxxVI8bhY/s400/049CasatiI%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B.jpg" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33ff33;"><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33ff33;">Isabella Casati </span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33ff33;"></span><a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/VeniseLaPartDesAnges"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; WIDTH: 14px; BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; HEIGHT: 14px; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/4/43/Feed-icon.svg" /></a></span></div></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324310514800935757-263634252776024177?l=veniselapartdesanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/VeniseLaPartDesAnges/~4/IVqLpMZ9374" height="1" width="1"/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VeniseLaPartDesAnges/~3/IVqLpMZ9374/otez-ce-crucifix-ma-belle-et-je-serai.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (stef*)8http://veniselapartdesanges.blogspot.com/2011/05/otez-ce-crucifix-ma-belle-et-je-serai.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324310514800935757.post-3197099030685619780Fri, 13 May 2011 20:33:00 +00002011-08-15T22:27:29.351+02:00actualitééphéméride<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fLwwqgGMjb0/Tc2VvZo9LWI/AAAAAAAABn0/Hc0yKG5JH_w/s1600/168250_10150388735890495_600055494_18073540_7781565_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606301752715193698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fLwwqgGMjb0/Tc2VvZo9LWI/AAAAAAAABn0/Hc0yKG5JH_w/s400/168250_10150388735890495_600055494_18073540_7781565_n.jpg" /></a> <br /> <br /><div><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" class="Apple-style-span" >Le <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Harry's Bar</span> a 80 ans aujourd'hui! <br /> <br /></span></div> <br /> <br /><div><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" class="Apple-style-span" >13 mai 1931</span></div> <br /> <br /><div><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" class="Apple-style-span" > <br />Venise. <br />Un matin froid de février. <br />Le jeune américain Harry Pickering a traversé l'Atlantique. <br />Il revient rembourser le barman de l'<span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Hôtel Europa-Britannia</span>, Giuseppe Cipriani. <br />Harry lui remet bien plus que la somme prêtée. <br />Il n'a pas oublié le vieux rêve du véronais.</span></div> <br /> <br /><div><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" class="Apple-style-span" >La création d'un bar de haute volée. <br />Un vétuste magasin de cordages va prêter ses murs au tout rutilant et discret "<span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Harry's Bar</span>" <br /> <br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33ff33;">Il y avait des heures où le Harry's Bar se remplissait de gens qu'on connaissait, avec la même impétueuse régularité que la marée montante au mont Saint-Michel.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33ff33;"> (Hemingway)</span></span></div> <br /> <br /><div><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33ff33;"> <br /></span></span></div> <br /> <br /><div><a href="http://veniselapartdesanges.blogspot.com/2009/12/pour-moi-ce-seradeux-martini-dry-et.html">Prenez-mon bras et suivez-moi.</a></div> <br /> <br /><div><a href="http://veniselapartdesanges.blogspot.com/2009/12/pour-moi-ce-seradeux-martini-dry-et.html">Je vous offre un verre, voulez-vous ?</a></div> <br /> <br /><div> <br /> <br /><div> <br /></div> <br /> <br /><div> <br /></div> <br /> <br /><div> <br /></div> <br /> <br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uyg5L9NwNOs/Tc2VvJcJs7I/AAAAAAAABns/6K3NHjD9Qvo/s1600/harry%2527s.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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Je l’ai connue très jeune, très belle.”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Un homme et le regard perdu vers la coupole de Longhena: “Maurizio et moi, un peu ivres, <i>mesurions</i> la calle. Une enveloppe blanche au deuxième. Un bruit sourd. Nous nous retournons: l’enveloppe blanche au sol, sans un cri. Je l’ai remontée sur sa couche. Cage d’escalier sans fin. Perle rouge au coin des lèvres, dentelle rubis à l’oreille. Ses yeux tristes et solitaires se sont accrochés aux miens. Ils se sont tus au premier cri de l’aurore.”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Que s’est-il passé, Constance?</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Un malaise? Comme ils aiment à dire? </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"></span>Ou pire ?</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Le pire ? Une histoire d’argent? </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Je n’en crois rien!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Le pire ? Horace Chase, ton dernier enfant?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Toi et tes accouchements tourmentés!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Le pire? Henry, ton seul amour?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Ne me dis pas… Je ne veux pas…</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">On aurait vu <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Henry James</span> et ton gondolier, une soirée triste et revêche, tenter d’oublier tes effets dans les eaux noires de Venise. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Comme autant d’Ophélie, une à une , tes sombres toilettes, de lagune gonflées, sont revenues à la surface pour emprisonner sa gondole…</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Constance Fenimore Woolson,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"> écrivain, petite-nièce de James Fenimore Cooper, est retrouvée agonisante, deux étages plus bas, à l’arrière de l’appartement qu’elle occupe au palazzo Semitecolo.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">Nous sommes le 24 janvier 1894, il est une heure du matin.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">Accident?</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">Suicide?</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Que s’est-il passé, Constance?</span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><div><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AiiSFPqorsU/Tc2KXhibYUI/AAAAAAAABnc/-7nP6pUG518/s1600/a6.%2Bpalazzo%2BSemitecolo%2528Orio%2529%2Bet%2Bpalazzetto%2BSalviati.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AiiSFPqorsU/Tc2KXhibYUI/AAAAAAAABnc/-7nP6pUG518/s400/a6.%2Bpalazzo%2BSemitecolo%2528Orio%2529%2Bet%2Bpalazzetto%2BSalviati.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606289247890530626" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); ">Palazzo Semitecolo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); "><br /></span></div></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WvWOgOHkqs4/Tc2KWx52yXI/AAAAAAAABnU/Egs1G5hSmfQ/s1600/DSC02361.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WvWOgOHkqs4/Tc2KWx52yXI/AAAAAAAABnU/Egs1G5hSmfQ/s400/DSC02361.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606289235103893874" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;">Calle del Bastion</span></div></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a8VI7ascOps/Tc2KWnRgXQI/AAAAAAAABnM/C7_gAtTeBGg/s1600/DSC02363.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a8VI7ascOps/Tc2KWnRgXQI/AAAAAAAABnM/C7_gAtTeBGg/s400/DSC02363.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606289232250297602" /></a><br /><script type="text/javascript">var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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Une seconde plus approfondie, sous la moiteur obscure d’un moustiquaire chevrotant sous la lampe-torche, au plus suffocant milieu de la forêt amazonienne. ‘Pristi ! J’en avais presque oublié les chinoiseries d’une lecture sous les draps.<br /><em>« La défense de la complexité de pensée contre les simplifications abusives, les stéréotypes et les clichés générateurs d’exclusion et d’intolérance. »<br /></em>Voilà le message de Sollers : récupérer ses sensations, réinvestir ses propres réflexions.<br />Illustration par la peinture : « <em>La Fête à Venise</em> » <span style="color:#ff0000;">Watteau </span>.<br />L’action se résume en neuf voire onze pages et son quart. Froissart-Sollers est à Venise pour s’occuper du bon déroulement de la livraison d’un tableau clandestin, <em>La fête à Venise</em> de Watteau, <em>tableau magnifique…jamais montré en public, son existence seulement soupçonnée…personne n’en saura rien…oui, un jour peut-être…en 2036.<br /></em>Dis Sollers, existe-t-elle réellement cette fête qui est de la même époque que les Fêtes vénitiennes ?<br />Une dizaine de pages, donc.<br />Le reste ?<br />Demandez à Luz, cette jeune américaine dont le sexe blond est prétexte à soulager le long monologue que nous débarde ici Sollers et sa pensée en turbulence.<br />Régulièrement, je me suis assoupi. Pensez un peu. Le tarif du bourreau à la Martinique en 1740, les synonymes du sexe féminin et des verbes pour leur action, les galaxies d’Urbain Le Verrier, et les autres très nombreuses pages que j’ai à présent oubliées. Sans compter celles perdues pour enfin accéder à cette <em>Toilette intime</em> !<br />Mais régulièrement aussi, un mot, une rencontre soudaine m’ont charmé : les Zaterre, Warhol, le vapo 52, Cavaillès, la Giudecca, Montesquiou, les murs roses de San Michele, Stendhal, les perroquets de Lousse et Flaubert. Watteau, bien sûr. Et finalement le merveilleux hommage de <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Luigi Grotto Cieco d’Hadria</span> pour Luigi Mocenigo…Savez vous également que Mozart m’a initié à la phrénologie, Holbein le Jeune à l’anamorphisme ? De plus, je vous l’avoue ! Je me suis même épris d’une gitane à la poitrine sulfureuse.<br />Qui qu’elle soit.<br />Pepita Tudo ou la treizième duchesse d’Albe .<br /><br />Merci, Sollers<br /><br />Vous dites !?!<br />La mygale, compagne de deux nuits, m’aurait-elle envoutée ?<br /><br />Que les derniers mots de cette fête vénitienne soient vôtres : « <span style="color:#33ff33;"><em>Clin d’œil au sarcophage du jardin…</em></span> »<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2j5kSk5I75A/TcHAtZerPJI/AAAAAAAABmU/Q0pulJmgOGc/s1600/Watteau_FetesVenit.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602971297591803026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2j5kSk5I75A/TcHAtZerPJI/AAAAAAAABmU/Q0pulJmgOGc/s400/Watteau_FetesVenit.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#33ff33;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#33ff33;">Fêtes vénitiennes, Watteau<br /><br /></span><br /></span><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-olukJ8DO0Ow/TcHAtGoKdyI/AAAAAAAABmM/JJatsc-Zko4/s1600/toilette.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602971292531324706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-olukJ8DO0Ow/TcHAtGoKdyI/AAAAAAAABmM/JJatsc-Zko4/s400/toilette.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;">Toilette intime, Watteau<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-soyjo-NeVDw/TcHAs-4BK8I/AAAAAAAABmE/cQ2vz5Wfm_4/s1600/cavailles.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 187px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602971290450340802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-soyjo-NeVDw/TcHAs-4BK8I/AAAAAAAABmE/cQ2vz5Wfm_4/s400/cavailles.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#33ff33;">Jean Cavaillès<br /><br /></span><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YtlUK83AW5c/TcHAssOizEI/AAAAAAAABl8/MQqv1niueTg/s1600/maya.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602971285444545602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YtlUK83AW5c/TcHAssOizEI/AAAAAAAABl8/MQqv1niueTg/s400/maya.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;">La maja nue, Goya<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/VeniseLaPartDesAnges"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; WIDTH: 14px; BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; HEIGHT: 14px; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/4/43/Feed-icon.svg" /></a></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324310514800935757-3450194770727657342?l=veniselapartdesanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/VeniseLaPartDesAnges/~4/t8VibJ_in4c" height="1" width="1"/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VeniseLaPartDesAnges/~3/t8VibJ_in4c/la-fete-venise.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (stef*)9http://veniselapartdesanges.blogspot.com/2011/05/la-fete-venise.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324310514800935757.post-5989956614771977101Fri, 08 Apr 2011 13:20:00 +00002011-04-08T15:35:04.883+02:00capricciopersonnalitéfutilité<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AcK_9ieKAUo/TZ8MC05PeCI/AAAAAAAABl0/HJvUOOWnQk8/s1600/DSC09458.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AcK_9ieKAUo/TZ8MC05PeCI/AAAAAAAABl0/HJvUOOWnQk8/s400/DSC09458.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593202504915449890" /></a><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="NL-BE" style="mso-ansi-language:NL-BE">Ce petit billet<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>discordant pour vous annoncer le départ des Anges de Venise pour </span><span lang="NL-BE"><i>Bogota</i></span><span lang="NL-BE" style="mso-ansi-language:NL-BE">, </span><span lang="NL-BE"><i>Cajicà</i></span><span lang="NL-BE" style="mso-ansi-language:NL-BE">, la </span><span lang="NL-BE"><i>Zona Cafetera</i></span><span lang="NL-BE" style="mso-ansi-language:NL-BE">, </span><span lang="NL-BE"><i>Villa de Leyva</i></span><span lang="NL-BE" style="mso-ansi-language:NL-BE"> et le fin fond de la forêt amazonienne avec </span><span lang="NL-BE"><i>Leticia</i></span><span lang="NL-BE" style="mso-ansi-language:NL-BE">.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="NL-BE" style="mso-ansi-language:NL-BE">Trois semaines.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="NL-BE" style="mso-ansi-language:NL-BE"></span>Nous partons rejoindre notre fils Thomas dont l’absence nous pèse. Son master et … l’amour nous séparent depuis quatre longs mois. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; ">Un master échafaudé sur la climatologie et l’amour pour une petite colombienne rencontrée à Oxford, primatologue à la renommée grandissante, qui mène un combat délicat, loin de plaire à tout le monde. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Angela Maldonado</span> a remporté en 2010 le célèbre Whitley Gold Award (WFN) pour sa lutte concernant l’amélioration de la vie des communautés locales et sa détermination à mettre fin au commerce illégal des singes de nuit de l’Amazonie. Je vous laisse quelques liens…</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; "><span lang="NL-BE" style="mso-ansi-language:NL-BE"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; "><span lang="NL-BE" style="mso-ansi-language:NL-BE"><o:p></o:p></span>Petit billet discordant ? </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; "><span lang="NL-BE" style="mso-ansi-language:NL-BE">Pas tellement, en fin de compte. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; "><span lang="NL-BE" style="mso-ansi-language:NL-BE"></span>Fin 2009, nous lui servîmes de coryphées dans une Venise<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>dont elle ignorait tout. Responsabilité énorme, car vous n'êtes pas sans savoir qu'une première impression est souvent la dernière. Un sérénissime dépucelage.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span lang="NL-BE" style="mso-ansi-language:NL-BE">Demain, ce sera elle la nautonière… Notre défloration au pays de </span><span lang="NL-BE"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Gabriel Garcia Marquez</span></span><span lang="NL-BE" style="mso-ansi-language:NL-BE"> . <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span lang="NL-BE" style="mso-ansi-language:NL-BE">A très bientôt ?</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span lang="NL-BE" style="mso-ansi-language:NL-BE"></span><a href="http://youtu.be/tZz7g2YkAYE">http://youtu.be/tZz7g2YkAYE</a> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal; color: rgb(83, 83, 83); font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:15px;"><a href="http://www.entropika.org/en/index.html">http://www.entropika.org/en/index.html</a> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal; color: rgb(83, 83, 83); font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:15px;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal; color: rgb(83, 83, 83); font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:15px;"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/105548002819098368093/WhitleyAwards2010AngelaMaldonado">http://picasaweb.google.com/105548002819098368093/WhitleyAwards2010AngelaMaldonado#</a></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:&quot;Lucida Grande&quot;; mso-bidi-Lucida Grande&quot;;mso-ansi-language:FRfont-family:&quot;;font-size:11.0pt;color:#535353;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:&quot;Lucida Grande&quot;; mso-bidi-Lucida Grande&quot;;mso-ansi-language:FRfont-family:&quot;;font-size:11.0pt;color:#535353;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2AMwOfasKhc/TZ8MCxkZOgI/AAAAAAAABls/YGO3UFJAPt4/s1600/cronicas.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2AMwOfasKhc/TZ8MCxkZOgI/AAAAAAAABls/YGO3UFJAPt4/s400/cronicas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593202504022702594" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); ">Angela Maldonado</span></div></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lDIenPbfkAs/TZ8MC5DFHgI/AAAAAAAABlk/aHw_R6KcY58/s1600/DSC09482.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lDIenPbfkAs/TZ8MC5DFHgI/AAAAAAAABlk/aHw_R6KcY58/s400/DSC09482.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593202506030456322" /></a><br /><script type="text/javascript">var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));</script><script type="text/javascript">try {var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11296824-1");pageTracker._trackPageview();} catch(err) {}</script><a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/VeniseLaPartDesAnges"><img style="border-style: none; height: 14px; width: 14px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/4/43/Feed-icon.svg" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324310514800935757-5989956614771977101?l=veniselapartdesanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/VeniseLaPartDesAnges/~4/A7Yzk0c4Bi0" height="1" width="1"/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VeniseLaPartDesAnges/~3/A7Yzk0c4Bi0/les-anges-au-pays-de-gabriel-garcia.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (stef*)12http://veniselapartdesanges.blogspot.com/2011/04/les-anges-au-pays-de-gabriel-garcia.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324310514800935757.post-7740799021838640706Mon, 04 Apr 2011 17:48:00 +00002011-04-04T22:09:48.944+02:00éphéméridepersonnalitésculptureGiudecca<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0EdObBWANJU/TZoE_KzINzI/AAAAAAAABlc/k0MLC6bwwlg/s1600/a.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 383px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0EdObBWANJU/TZoE_KzINzI/AAAAAAAABlc/k0MLC6bwwlg/s400/a.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591787370610964274" /></a><br /><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="NL-BE" style="mso-ansi-language:NL-BE">Ce 6 décembre 1807, la bora qui déboule violemment des montagnes pétrifie Venise et sa lagune. Pietro a refermé les lourdes portes du Redentore. </span>Au premier rang, un aigle assiste à l’office dominical. Il est empereur, il est roi. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Napoléon</span> le premier. <span lang="NL-BE" style="mso-ansi-language:NL-BE">Dos à l’assistance, le napolitain </span><span lang="NL-BE"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Nicola Saverio Gamboni</span></span><span lang="NL-BE" style="mso-ansi-language:NL-BE">, nommé depuis peu patriarche de la Sérénissime selon le bon vouloir de son hôte du jour, s’agenouille devant la montée au Calvaire d’un autre roi. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="NL-BE" style="mso-ansi-language:NL-BE"></span>Mais laissons aux volutes d’encens cette prestigieuse assemblée et passons à l’arrière du maître-autel, si vous le voulez bien. Une petite merveille nous y attend: la <i>Déposition de Croix</i> de <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Tommaso Rues</span> ou <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Ruer</span>.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="NL-BE" style="mso-ansi-language:NL-BE"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="NL-BE"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Ils prirent donc le corps de Jésus et l’entourèrent de bandelettes, avec des aromates, suivant la manière d’ensevelir des Juifs. A l’endroit où Jésus avait été crucifié il y avait un jardin, et dans ce jardin un tombeau tout neuf, où jamais personne n’avait été déposé.</span></i><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="NL-BE"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_XVynB7KbCo/TZoE-tnFIGI/AAAAAAAABlU/aMUf3RLpVLI/s1600/DSC07285%2526.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_XVynB7KbCo/TZoE-tnFIGI/AAAAAAAABlU/aMUf3RLpVLI/s400/DSC07285%2526.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591787362775801954" /></a><div style="text-align: center; font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); ">Déposition de Croix, Tommaso Rues (1633-1703)</span></div><div><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lku9-JlMkM4/TZoE-g4ZxrI/AAAAAAAABlM/zSAwYhFUdCA/s1600/DSC07285.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 389px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lku9-JlMkM4/TZoE-g4ZxrI/AAAAAAAABlM/zSAwYhFUdCA/s400/DSC07285.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591787359358797490" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m38xxQol9rE/TZoE-cLyf7I/AAAAAAAABlE/QXCqUEGqIec/s1600/c.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m38xxQol9rE/TZoE-cLyf7I/AAAAAAAABlE/QXCqUEGqIec/s400/c.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591787358097932210" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uWx4jKW8Y3Y/TZoEtQmp48I/AAAAAAAABk8/CRfbBDgaWRk/s1600/DSC07282.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uWx4jKW8Y3Y/TZoEtQmp48I/AAAAAAAABk8/CRfbBDgaWRk/s400/DSC07282.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591787062931612610" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SOACI_9s8po/TZoEs2jEJCI/AAAAAAAABk0/jwL9J42DxjY/s1600/DSC07286.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SOACI_9s8po/TZoEs2jEJCI/AAAAAAAABk0/jwL9J42DxjY/s400/DSC07286.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591787055937233954" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XhbPLG8KO20/TZoEsrph8pI/AAAAAAAABks/xAN6RUf_KsI/s1600/DSC07288.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XhbPLG8KO20/TZoEsrph8pI/AAAAAAAABks/xAN6RUf_KsI/s400/DSC07288.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591787053011563154" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hKPZunVD9Go/TZoEsYvEcMI/AAAAAAAABkk/wO6fORghVrw/s1600/DSC07291.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hKPZunVD9Go/TZoEsYvEcMI/AAAAAAAABkk/wO6fORghVrw/s400/DSC07291.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591787047934521538" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MJ_SfYpCQJE/TZoEsZOLTVI/AAAAAAAABkc/n6TNL0X3EFY/s1600/DSC07295.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 355px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MJ_SfYpCQJE/TZoEsZOLTVI/AAAAAAAABkc/n6TNL0X3EFY/s400/DSC07295.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591787048064994642" /></a><br /><script type="text/javascript">var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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Dans le registre de l'hôtel, la proche arrivée de la <i>baronne Putbus et suite</i> l'agite. Quand soudain, il prend ses jambes à son cou et rejoint la pauvre dame à la dernière seconde.</div><div><br /></div><div>La mort à Venise: Aschenbach est sur le point de quitter une Venise que le choléra a plongée sous l'odeur obsédante et safranée de l'iodoforme. Mais sa malle est égarée. Ce prétexte inopiné le ramène avec une <i>incroyable gaieté</i> vers Venise. Une j<i>oie extravagante</i> le raccompagne vers la mort. </div><div><br /></div><div>Bravo à Cothraige qui a découvert les trois titres, ce qui ne m'étonne guère en suivant son <a href="http://golfelivresmorbihan.blogspot.com/">blog</a> ...</div><div>Et merci à tous les participants avoués ou restés dans l'ombre.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--MH_btr_J1M/TYkKDlTtimI/AAAAAAAABhs/ZVrZrSwX8eE/s1600/Num%25C3%25A9riser%2B1.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--MH_btr_J1M/TYkKDlTtimI/AAAAAAAABhs/ZVrZrSwX8eE/s400/Num%25C3%25A9riser%2B1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587007869400484450" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OLAbu-uhhIA/TYkKDTcq52I/AAAAAAAABhk/fUehicFq3MM/s1600/Simenon_%25281963%2529_by_Erling_Mandelmann_.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cJcSx6HHg4c/TYkJ0ITJcLI/AAAAAAAABhE/9cD-RZYcew4/s400/%2Bmann%2B.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587007603915452594" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2QJfclTO-pI/TYkJzyqLkMI/AAAAAAAABg8/j2NAQb0p8yo/s1600/DSC00402.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2QJfclTO-pI/TYkJzyqLkMI/AAAAAAAABg8/j2NAQb0p8yo/s400/DSC00402.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587007598106480834" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324310514800935757-4012031582320127757?l=veniselapartdesanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/VeniseLaPartDesAnges/~4/hBOjMr7V0l4" height="1" width="1"/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VeniseLaPartDesAnges/~3/hBOjMr7V0l4/le-fleurage-de-son-soutien-gorge_22.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (stef*)6http://veniselapartdesanges.blogspot.com/2011/03/le-fleurage-de-son-soutien-gorge_22.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324310514800935757.post-3980014910216034286Sun, 13 Mar 2011 16:05:00 +00002011-03-15T17:56:56.409+01:00futilitébibliothèquelittératureénigme<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lc_PediYev0/TXzrzUuQdyI/AAAAAAAABgM/H8pdizPmJH8/s1600/fleurage2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 107px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583596905001154338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lc_PediYev0/TXzrzUuQdyI/AAAAAAAABgM/H8pdizPmJH8/s400/fleurage2.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;">Deux romans se cachent dans cette <em>suite et fin</em>.<br />Lesquels?<br />A dimanche prochain...<br /><br /></span><br />Les mouchoirs d’adieux demeuraient suspendus aux lèvres du sifflet, les <em>au revoir</em> flottaient au gré du drapeau rouge. Soudain, en une course lente et désarticulée, un lourd paletot anthracite piqué de gris déboucha tout en bout de quai. Le coureur au visage barré d’une épaisse et sombre moustache tendit au chef de gare son billet. Le drapeau rouge l’envoya séance tenante dans notre direction. Le chapeau boule fermement maintenu sur le haut du crâne, il reprit sa galopade disloquée jusqu’à notre hauteur. Il fit sauter tant bien que mal la clanche de la portière et s’écroula en nage sur la banquette aux côtés de la dame inquiète. Celle-ci se retint pour ne pas pleurer:<br /><em>- Ta pauvre grand-mère le disait! C’est curieux, il n’y a personne qui puisse être plus insupportable ou plus gentil que ce petit-là!<br />- Ce Sole Mio qui n’en finissait pas</em>, toussotta-t-il en guise d’excuse.<br /><br />Nouveau coup de sifflet. En matador sentencieux, le chef de gare fit virevolter théâtralement son improbable muleta. Le train hoqueta à plusieurs reprises avant de réguler sagement son allure.<br />Je saluai la femme à la chemise aux insidieuses rayures et retournai vers le hall d’entrée. Le fleurage de son soutien-gorge me plongeait dans une inavouable rêverie.<br /><em>- Pour Côme !?!<br /></em>Le brutal éclat de voix disloqua mes fantasmes.<br /><em>- Mes valises en partance pour Côme!?!<br /></em>Dans le tumulte de la vaste salle, l’employé de service osait péniblement quelque explication embarrassée.<br /><em>- Je suis sincèrement navré, Sior. Votre malle a été confondue avec d’autres colis. Elle a été envoyée dans une fausse direction.</em><br /><em>- Côme!</em> s’irritait toujours le petit <em>Sior </em>tandis que l’employé se précipitait en vain pour retenir la malle. Il affirma qu’il ne partirait pas sans ses affaires et qu’il retournerait à son hôtel les y attendre .<br />Quand je quittai la gare, le préposé au guichet lui reprenait son billet alors que l’employé de service, revenu bredouille, jurait que rien ne serait négligé pour ramener le bagage dans les plus brefs délais et cela coûte que coûte.<br /><br />Sur la rive opposée, San Simeone Piccolo pansait ses plaies sous une immense toile publicitaire ventant d’audacieux soutien-gorge aux fleurages transparents.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8PJCBPHKGSI/TXzrw1etclI/AAAAAAAABgE/bzU8gw9hSIU/s1600/fleurage1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583596862254707282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8PJCBPHKGSI/TXzrw1etclI/AAAAAAAABgE/bzU8gw9hSIU/s400/fleurage1.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hCSCHwwSM0A/TXzrw5deICI/AAAAAAAABf8/hS3TRZKDmTc/s1600/fleurage.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 148px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583596863323250722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hCSCHwwSM0A/TXzrw5deICI/AAAAAAAABf8/hS3TRZKDmTc/s400/fleurage.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/VeniseLaPartDesAnges"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; WIDTH: 14px; BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; HEIGHT: 14px; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/4/43/Feed-icon.svg" /></a></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324310514800935757-3980014910216034286?l=veniselapartdesanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/VeniseLaPartDesAnges/~4/YRphgtA9oAM" height="1" width="1"/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VeniseLaPartDesAnges/~3/YRphgtA9oAM/le-fleurage-de-son-soutien-gorge-suite.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (stef*)9http://veniselapartdesanges.blogspot.com/2011/03/le-fleurage-de-son-soutien-gorge-suite.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324310514800935757.post-701605300032483957Fri, 11 Mar 2011 22:18:00 +00002011-03-12T07:55:09.856+01:00capricciofutilitébibliothèquelittératureénigme<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-itRJq1r7YJw/TXqf_E6qIqI/AAAAAAAABf0/iWC2AdXbkLM/s1600/DSC00402.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-itRJq1r7YJw/TXqf_E6qIqI/AAAAAAAABf0/iWC2AdXbkLM/s400/DSC00402.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582950594079498914" /></a><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">M’absentant une belle semaine., là où les connections au Net sont malaisées, je vous soumets un petit jeu. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">La dernière fois que j’ai accompagné ma belle-mère à Santa Lucia, je suis “entré” dans trois romans. En deux billets, je vous propose de les identifier. Voici le premier: un roman s’y cache ainsi que l’amorce du second. La suite, dans une semaine. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Bon amusement…</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span>La propreté du wagon était loin d’être sans reproche. Il venait de Trieste. Une teinte différente des autres, une touche étrangère, une odeur singulière. Après avoir placé la valise et l’encombrante sacoche sous la banquette, j’embrassai ma belle-mère.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB">- <i>On se revoit à Bruxelles, après demain, Mamie. Et ne vous tracassez pas à Paris. Pierre sera présent pour le changement de gare. </i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB">Il restait deux ou trois minutes avant le départ. Je la laissai avec ce petit sourire absurde qu’elle arbore depuis quelques temps. Nous ne voulions pas l’accepter, mais Mamie vieillissait. Dans le compartiment voisin, une dame seule regardait droit devant elle. Elle me semblait déconcertée. L’anxiétude palpable qui par accoups tortillait ses sourcils me la rendait presque sympathique. Plus rien n’inquiétait ma belle-mère, comme si la vie s’en allait lentement. Cette sournoise béatitude nous était chaque jour de plus en plus délicate à affronter. Je croisai dans le couloir un homme qui portait un costume jaune crème. Mise que je pensai difficile à porter si vous n’êtes italien. Debout devant la vitre baissée, il écoutait patiemment les recommandations de son épouse sur le quai entourée de ses deux enfants. En un seul bond, je me trouvai à leurs côtés pour accompagner des yeux Mamie aux premiers soubresauts du train .</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB">- <i>Surtout soigne-toi bien et prends tous tes repas chez Etienne</i>, conseilla la femme d’une voix grave et feutrée.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB">De belle allure, à la silhouette svelte, elle était vêtue d’un chemisier à rayures sur un simple short. Le fleurage de son soutien-gorge était visible. Collée à son bras, la fille, douze ans tout au plus, portait un maillot de bain d’où tréssautaient d’impatients bras et jambes<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>malingres. Le petit frère, surnommé Bip, slip de bain et chemise à carreaux, léchait une <i>gelato </i>comme il se plaisait à le rabâcher. Tous deux étaient coiffés d’un chapeau de gondolier au ruban bleu pour lui, rouge pour elle. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB">Un grand gaillard en uniforme remonta le convoi pour fermer les portières. Il<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>lança un strident coup de sifflet. Le chef de gare sortit de son bureau, déroula un drapeau rouge et le brandit aussi haut que possible. Le train allait partir. J’agitai la main vers ma belle-mère qui ne me regardait pas. La femme et ses deux enfants soufflèrent des baisers invisibles vers l'homme toujours à la vitre. La dame inquiète croisa mon regard. Je pus lire distinctement sur ses lèvres tordues: <i>il va venir, il faut bien qu’il vienne! </i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB">Le train ne partait pas. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB">- <i>Un retardataire?</i> questionna le costume clair, le buste en dangereux équilibre sur le rebord de la fenêtre du wagon. </span>Son épouse ota ses lunettes de soleil. Des yeux bleus, très doux, un rien mélancoliques.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB">- <i>Je ne sais pas. Je ne vois courir personne… </i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB">Le temps semblait figé.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">A suivre…</span></span></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5BXQtpNUsw0/TXqf--_Z6fI/AAAAAAAABfs/DfKC3e_Vt90/s1600/DSC00289.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 348px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5BXQtpNUsw0/TXqf--_Z6fI/AAAAAAAABfs/DfKC3e_Vt90/s400/DSC00289.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582950592488794610" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ndBNkV95wqk/TXqf-gJGkMI/AAAAAAAABfk/Yq8OhrRDrBY/s1600/DSC00302.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ndBNkV95wqk/TXqf-gJGkMI/AAAAAAAABfk/Yq8OhrRDrBY/s400/DSC00302.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582950584207970498" /></a><br /><script type="text/javascript">var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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Le <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff0000;">Namouna</span>, splendide yacht du richissime homme d’affaire <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff0000;">James Gordon Bennett Jr</span>, jette l’ancre pour y passer l’été. </span>A son bord, une vache. Une splendide vache venant de Suisse.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Giudecca, été 1890. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff0000;">Frederic Eden</span>, propriétaire depuis six ans d’un immense jardin sur la grande île qui souligne les Zaterre, se plaint régulièrement du lait frelaté qui encombre les étals de la Sérénissime: <i>l’eau et la farine n’ont pas leur place dans un pot à lait!</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">La vache du Namouna est à vendre. </span>Eden l’achète. Il la rebaptise … Namouna.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Les mamelles de la plantureuse Suissesse <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"></span>s’étiolent bien vite sans la compagnie<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>de ses anciens loups de mer. Rien n’y fait, pas même <i>les appétissants choux et les rames de pois</i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>qui relèvent son fourrage..</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Quatorze vaches, <i>des italiennes et autrichiennes</i>, traversent bientôt les eaux de la lagune pour rejoindre Namouna. <i>Les unes donnent beaucoup de lait, les autres beaucoup de crème</i>. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Les quinze pensionnaires de Frederic et Caroline Eden ne furent pas les seules à meugler à Venise. Toujours à la Giudecca, derrière le Mulino Stucky, de nombreuses étables hébergèrent près de cent cinquante laitières avant que la guerre et les frères </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Michele </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">et </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Salvatore Scalera</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> ne les transforment en studio de cinéma. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Mais c’est une autre histoire …</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"></span></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33ff33;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Un jardin à Venise, Frederic Eden</span></i></span></span></p><!--EndFragment--></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8ITnwpAr07k/TXUQmvlJ-_I/AAAAAAAABe0/2vNGVSiyGNw/s1600/Namouna%2Bb.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581385570988981234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8ITnwpAr07k/TXUQmvlJ-_I/AAAAAAAABe0/2vNGVSiyGNw/s400/Namouna%2Bb.jpg" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DwqZ2FkEuN0/TXUQmRF7itI/AAAAAAAABes/VI23wYJH46g/s1600/Namouna%2Bc.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 384px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581385562804947666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DwqZ2FkEuN0/TXUQmRF7itI/AAAAAAAABes/VI23wYJH46g/s400/Namouna%2Bc.jpg" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qUGLOYNYoiI/TXUQR_-PiKI/AAAAAAAABek/mzAifM2xzZI/s1600/Stewart.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581385214611916962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qUGLOYNYoiI/TXUQR_-PiKI/AAAAAAAABek/mzAifM2xzZI/s400/Stewart.jpg" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V8HG_78sbBk/TXUQRjWKzEI/AAAAAAAABec/M47Lt5tLH30/s1600/Namouna%2Byacht.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581385206927641666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V8HG_78sbBk/TXUQRjWKzEI/AAAAAAAABec/M47Lt5tLH30/s400/Namouna%2Byacht.jpg" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YuekObVM9rk/TXUQRD_VBSI/AAAAAAAABeU/8G2DR5hvN48/s1600/Julius%2BLeBlanc%2BStewart.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581385198510343458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YuekObVM9rk/TXUQRD_VBSI/AAAAAAAABeU/8G2DR5hvN48/s400/Julius%2BLeBlanc%2BStewart.jpg" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)" class="Apple-style-span">Julius LeBlanc Stewart</span></div></span></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XRaP1-rOf3E/TXUQRBM3J4I/AAAAAAAABeM/NdG9xR0ia8s/s1600/James_Gordon_Bennett_jr.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581385197761800066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XRaP1-rOf3E/TXUQRBM3J4I/AAAAAAAABeM/NdG9xR0ia8s/s400/James_Gordon_Bennett_jr.jpg" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)" class="Apple-style-span">James Gordon Bennett Jr</span></div></span></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JO2qKOCIM2w/TXUQQ33MjaI/AAAAAAAABeE/MAgpZPloAzk/s1600/DSC08314.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581385195255008674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JO2qKOCIM2w/TXUQQ33MjaI/AAAAAAAABeE/MAgpZPloAzk/s400/DSC08314.JPG" /></a><br /><script type="text/javascript">var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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Au cours d’une après-midi 'dédicace' qui voit se réunir dans la prestigieuse cour du Palais des Doges Anna Magnani, Carlo Levi, Mario Soldati, Zsa-Zsa Gabor, Pierre Boileau, Malaparte, Vittorio De Sica, Gina Lollobrigida et j'en passe... (</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">excusez du peu</span></i><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">), le corps de mademoiselle Romieux</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">est retrouvé démantibulé au pied de la Scala d’Oro. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Chute accidentelle ? Ses hauts talons </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">tellement invraisemblables, tellement instables</span></i><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Ou …meurtre ?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Je vous tais la suite.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Mais dites, entre nous ... quel privilège que d’aborder l’au-delà avec les stucs du magistral </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Sansovino</span></span><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> comme ultime vision !<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Un bon polar, en vérité,</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">teinté d’humour et d’ironie.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Pour tout vous dire, ce qui m’a avant tout jeté dans cette aventure, ce sont bien les dernières lignes qui excusent l’auteur d’avoir modifié la disposition de certains lieux:</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">« S’il est permis de prendre des libertés avec l’Histoire pour lui faire un enfant, n’est-on pas plus excusable encore d’agir de même avec la Topographie ? »</span></i><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:FR;mso-bidi-font-weight:boldfont-family:Helvetica;font-size:13.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span>Au travail ! ;)</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span lang="NL-BE"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Maurice-Bernard Endrèbe </span></span></span><span lang="NL-BE"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">est né le 29 septembre 1918 à Limoges. Il remet définitivement la plume à Paris le 13 juillet 2005. </span></span><span lang="NL-BE"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Spécialiste du roman policier, il fonde en 1948 le </span></span><span lang="NL-BE"><a href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grand_prix_de_litt%C3%A9rature_polici%C3%A8re"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Grand Prix de la littérature policière</span></a></span><span lang="NL-BE"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Egalement traducteur et chroniqueur, il revêt plusieurs paletos: Maurice Endrèbe, Bernard Bernède, Guy Hollander, Roger Martens et Louise Lalane.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal">Bonne lecture ...</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="NL-BE" style="mso-ansi-language:NL-BE"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T0WRxYaRxc0/TW1TkG0ej4I/AAAAAAAABd0/6eSqSvGli4I/s1600/Num%25C3%25A9riser%2B2.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 164px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T0WRxYaRxc0/TW1TkG0ej4I/AAAAAAAABd0/6eSqSvGli4I/s400/Num%25C3%25A9riser%2B2.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579207393153027970" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3p-WMYrKxTQ/TW1TkK2QdII/AAAAAAAABds/jSn5lNBm6DY/s1600/Num%25C3%25A9riser%2B1.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3p-WMYrKxTQ/TW1TkK2QdII/AAAAAAAABds/jSn5lNBm6DY/s400/Num%25C3%25A9riser%2B1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579207394234233986" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_p5MRD_x20E/TW1Tj8L3WPI/AAAAAAAABdk/ih3VBCAn-dQ/s1600/Num%25C3%25A9riser.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_p5MRD_x20E/TW1Tj8L3WPI/AAAAAAAABdk/ih3VBCAn-dQ/s400/Num%25C3%25A9riser.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579207390298331378" /></a><br /><script type="text/javascript">var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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Rio della Croce, à la Giudecca, il devint plus tard le propriétaire de l'habitation illustre, bénéficiant d'un large espace vert léché par la lagune, qui appartenait au début 19ème aux <span style="color:#ff0000;">Eden</span>.<br /><br />"...<em>devenir humus moi-même,</em><br /><em>enterré nu sans cercueil,</em><br /><em>dans ma terre de Aotearoa</em>..."<br /><br />Friendensreich Hundertwasser repose sous un tulipier dans ses terres de Nouvelle-Zélande.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tqIBioe-ag8/TV_nAilmHmI/AAAAAAAABdM/eIt-PZAwJ24/s1600/g.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 332px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575428860178472546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tqIBioe-ag8/TV_nAilmHmI/AAAAAAAABdM/eIt-PZAwJ24/s400/g.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7MCmqlHUdZM/TV_myYfxA1I/AAAAAAAABdE/IhGsvjhmTtM/s1600/b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TcAj6GbGxU/TV2TQDpICLI/AAAAAAAABcc/0pzxkk4KUcs/s400/DSC01954.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574773817819531442" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:medium;"><span class="postbody" style=" line-height: 18px; font-size:12px;">..."<span style="font-style: italic; ">Je meurs en martyr et volontairement. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:medium;"><span class="postbody" style=" line-height: 18px; font-size:12px;"><span style="font-style: italic; ">Mon âme montera avec la fumée au paradis</span>".</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:medium;"><span class="postbody" style=" line-height: 18px; font-size:12px;"><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Giordano Bruno</span> grimpe les degrés de l'échelle couchée sur le bûcher dressé sur le campo dei Fiori.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:medium;"><span class="postbody" style=" line-height: 18px; font-size:12px;">Solidement garrotté au fût du supplice, nombre de ses écrits aux pieds, le <i>frate apostata da Nola di Regno </i>subit le châtiment sourire aux lèvres.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:medium;"><span class="postbody" style=" line-height: 18px; font-size:12px;"><br /><br />C'est à Venise, sous la haute protection du noble <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Giovanni Mocenigo</span>, que le philosophe défroqué rédigera son oeuvre. Féru de savoir, le patricien vénitien n'en livrera pas moins perfidement son protégé à la vindicte du Saint-Siège, Lequel, après de nombreuses années d'un nébuleux procès pour hérésie, le condamnera au bûcher.<br /><br />Depuis 1600, tous les 17 février, le corps supplicié de Bruno déambule sous les lambris vermoulus du palazzo Mocenigo.</span><span class="gensmall" style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size:10px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:medium;"><span class="postbody" style=" line-height: 18px; font-size:12px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:medium;"><span class="postbody" style=" line-height: 18px; font-size:12px;"><i>Siamo Veneziani poi Cristiani</i>, ils disaient ...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; font-size:small;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal; line-height: 18px;font-size:12px;"><br /></span></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:medium;"><span class="postbody" style=" line-height: 18px; font-size:12px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N6GnrdYMVBs/TV2TJh6WVvI/AAAAAAAABcU/MXDJ-EoJYmU/s1600/DSC01955.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N6GnrdYMVBs/TV2TJh6WVvI/AAAAAAAABcU/MXDJ-EoJYmU/s400/DSC01955.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574773705685751538" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XF6JgyjKjKc/TV2TJbAljlI/AAAAAAAABcM/46shETe7oFo/s1600/DSC01960.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XF6JgyjKjKc/TV2TJbAljlI/AAAAAAAABcM/46shETe7oFo/s400/DSC01960.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574773703832866386" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uARdjSvqGr4/TV2TI5uZtoI/AAAAAAAABcE/uqWVVCxuNIA/s1600/DSC01958.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uARdjSvqGr4/TV2TI5uZtoI/AAAAAAAABcE/uqWVVCxuNIA/s400/DSC01958.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574773694898222722" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SwHHd65T21g/TV2TIgRlklI/AAAAAAAABb8/BhYPXGOgeRQ/s1600/DSC01956.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SwHHd65T21g/TV2TIgRlklI/AAAAAAAABb8/BhYPXGOgeRQ/s400/DSC01956.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574773688066478674" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-beM9TDWsTIM/TV2TIbLNUVI/AAAAAAAABb0/tHWeoZ1WyPo/s1600/DSC01959.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-beM9TDWsTIM/TV2TIbLNUVI/AAAAAAAABb0/tHWeoZ1WyPo/s400/DSC01959.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574773686697546066" /></a><br /><script type="text/javascript">var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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