tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44858413176599741052011-10-04T16:02:52.668-03:00ANTONIO BALSALOBREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04574052531226146827noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4485841317659974105.post-72244125520131534592011-03-04T09:43:00.001-03:002011-03-04T09:45:55.784-03:002011-03-04T09:45:55.784-03:00<object data="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/16115152/dewplayer-multi.swf" height="20" id="dewplayer" name="dewplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="240"> <param name="movie" value="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/16115152/dewplayer-multi.swf" /><param name="flashvars" value="mp3=http://dl.dropbox.com/u/14145670/story_angel.mp3|http://dl.dropbox.com/u/14145670/story_toni.mp3|http://dl.dropbox.com/u/14145670/story_salva.mp3&amp;bgcolor=#73e13c" /></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4485841317659974105-7224412552013153459?l=paroles2.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ANTONIO BALSALOBREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04574052531226146827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4485841317659974105.post-66075013278534999852011-01-07T07:48:00.004-03:002011-01-07T08:11:58.311-03:002011-01-07T08:11:58.311-03:00<object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/18174284/dewplayer-multi.swf?mp3=http://dl.dropbox.com/u/18174284/gotta_feeling.mp3" width="200" height="20"> <param name="movie" value="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/18174284/dewplayer-multi.swf?mp3=http://dl.dropbox.com/u/18174284/gotta_feeling.mp3"/></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4485841317659974105-6607501327853499985?l=paroles2.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ANTONIO BALSALOBREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04574052531226146827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4485841317659974105.post-20002399489125557102011-01-07T07:22:00.001-03:002011-01-07T07:25:43.410-03:002011-01-07T07:25:43.410-03:00Vous pouver consulter l'<a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/18174284/concurso%20logotipo.doc">exercice de grammaire</a> vu en cours jeudi dernier.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4485841317659974105-2000239948912555710?l=paroles2.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ANTONIO BALSALOBREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04574052531226146827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4485841317659974105.post-341902347685818932010-12-17T07:50:00.001-03:002010-12-17T07:52:06.968-03:002010-12-17T07:52:06.968-03:00<object width="500" height="26" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"><param value="true" name="allowfullscreen"/><param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess"/><param 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BALSALOBREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04574052531226146827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4485841317659974105.post-55317641188014196872010-12-13T08:52:00.001-03:002010-12-13T08:53:41.592-03:002010-12-13T08:53:41.592-03:00<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_AdRfmEdRwc?fs=1&amp;hl=es_ES"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_AdRfmEdRwc?fs=1&amp;hl=es_ES" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /> <br /> <div style="text-align: justify;"><br /> <i>[Le marula est un arbre qui pousse dans la jungle africaine et dont le fruit contient un haut pourcentage d’alcool (17 %)]</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Il n’y a qu’une chose drôle dans la vie, c’est l’orgie que l’on fait en été quand les fruits du marula sont mûrs. Au début de la saison les fruits sont délicieux, mais difficiles à cueillir. Il faut être très fort, ou bien alors, très agile. Mais au bout de quelques semaines, les fruits bien mûrs tombent par terre; alors tous les animaux viennent se gaver. Et voilà que les fruits, juste pourris comme il faut, dégagent dans l’estomac des vapeurs d’alcool qui montent à la tête. Et l’on rentre chez soi… comme ça… comme ça… Tous bourrés de marula.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Et la nuit tombe…</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4485841317659974105-5531764118801419687?l=paroles2.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ANTONIO BALSALOBREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04574052531226146827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4485841317659974105.post-67616725985266131972010-12-10T08:31:00.003-03:002010-12-10T08:39:04.405-03:002010-12-10T08:39:04.405-03:00<object width="640" height="390"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QDyfZEMDvFg&hl=fr_FR&feature=player_embedded&version=3"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QDyfZEMDvFg&hl=fr_FR&feature=player_embedded&version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="400" height="300"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4485841317659974105-6761672598526613197?l=paroles2.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ANTONIO BALSALOBREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04574052531226146827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4485841317659974105.post-42960516982038206382010-12-10T08:25:00.002-03:002010-12-10T08:29:10.004-03:002010-12-10T08:29:10.004-03:00<object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HGk13SbcC8Y?fs=1&amp;hl=es_ES"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HGk13SbcC8Y?fs=1&amp;hl=es_ES" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="192"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4485841317659974105-4296051698203820638?l=paroles2.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ANTONIO BALSALOBREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04574052531226146827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4485841317659974105.post-27996251917704119452010-12-10T07:50:00.000-03:002010-12-10T07:50:46.370-03:002010-12-10T07:50:46.370-03:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4485841317659974105-2799625191770411945?l=paroles2.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ANTONIO BALSALOBREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04574052531226146827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4485841317659974105.post-1822998093715424182010-12-10T07:47:00.000-03:002010-12-10T07:47:37.561-03:002010-12-10T07:47:37.561-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://q.liberation.fr/photo/id/221085/r/23/13/w/460/m/1291977448" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://q.liberation.fr/photo/id/221085/r/23/13/w/460/m/1291977448" width="320" /></a></div>Près de 200 pays réunis à Cancun depuis onze jours se préparaient à une nuit blanche avec l'espoir d'aboutir vendredi à un compromis sur le climat, dans une atmosphère constructive suspendue cependant à l'issue des difficiles tractations sur le protocole de Kyoto.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4485841317659974105-182299809371542418?l=paroles2.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ANTONIO BALSALOBREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04574052531226146827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4485841317659974105.post-75139667652011450952010-11-26T09:15:00.001-03:002010-11-26T09:25:03.928-03:002010-11-26T09:25:03.928-03:00Non ! Rien de rien<br /> Non ! Je ne regrette rien<br /> Ni le bien qu'on m'a fait<br /> Ni le mal tout ça m'est bien égal !<br /> <a name='more'></a><br /> <br /> Non ! Rien de rien <br /> Non ! Je ne regrette rien<br /> C'est payé, balayé, oublié<br /> Je me fous du passé !<br /> <br /> Avec mes souvenirs<br /> J'ai allumé le feu<br /> Mes chagrins, mes plaisirs<br /> Je n'ai plus besoin d'eux !<br /> <br /> Balayées les amours<br /> Et tous leurs trémolos<br /> Balayés pour toujours<br /> Je repars à zéro <br /> <br /> Non ! Rien de rien<br /> Non ! Je ne regrette rien<br /> Ni le bien, qu'on m'a fait<br /> Ni le mal, tout ça m'est bien égal !<br /> <br /> Non ! Rien de rien<br /> Non ! Je ne regrette rien<br /> Car ma vie, car mes joies<br /> Aujourd'hui, ça commence avec toi !<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4485841317659974105-7513966765201145095?l=paroles2.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ANTONIO BALSALOBREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04574052531226146827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4485841317659974105.post-16925957872656068542010-11-26T09:11:00.000-03:002010-11-26T09:11:38.461-03:002010-11-26T09:11:38.461-03:00<div class="bandeau"> <h2 style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(0, 153, 255);">Bianca Nieves Meneses, victime des paramilitaires en Colombie</h2></div><div class="pub"> <div class="blocewm bloc_pub media_droite " id="b101450"><div class="content img_977_"><div class="media"><img alt="" height="89" src="http://www.tv5.org/cms/userdata/c_bloc/101/101450/80891_vignette_bandeau-dossier-info.jpg" width="967" /></div></div></div></div><h2>En Colombie, la tragédie des femmes victimes des violences politiques</h2><span class="info_wrap"><span class="info_date">24.11.2010 - Durée : 3'00</span><span class="info_signature">TV5Monde</span></span> Dans le département du Putamayo, au Sud Ouest du pays, où elle vit, Bianca Nieves Meneses reçoit le jour de l'an 2001, la visite des <a class="rte-link-ext" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Autod%C3%A9fenses_unies_de_Colombie" target="_blank">paramilitaires de Colombie</a>. Ces mercenaires terroristes à la solde du gouvernement enlèvent ses quatre plus jeunes filles. Durant près de 10 ans, Bianca recherche ses disparues et tente en vain d'attirer l'attention de la justice. Les corps violentés et torturés de Jenny, Monica, Nelsy et Maria seront retrouvés en janvier 2010. Depuis, Bianca raconte son histoire, pour que d'autres victimes soient écoutées. <br /> Nous l'avons rencontrée à Paris, alors qu'elle intervenait lors d'un colloque sur le viol en situation de guerre.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4485841317659974105-7712022603643085616?l=paroles2.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ANTONIO BALSALOBREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04574052531226146827noreply@blogger.com0