<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761</id><updated>2011-12-14T22:54:10.367-04:00</updated><category term='show'/><category term='poem'/><category term='old stuff'/><category term='Marie-Mai'/><category term='What do you want from me'/><category term='Wilfred Lebouthillier'/><category term='nouvelle'/><category term='Zachary Richard'/><category term='Adam Lambert'/><category term='poème'/><category term='award'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='Star Académie'/><category term='ghost story'/><category term='jeu'/><category term='short story'/><category term='karate'/><category term='Miramichi'/><category term='video'/><category term='Picture Fiction Challenge'/><category term='concert'/><category term='men'/><category term='Recipes'/><category term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category term='Notre Dame de Paris'/><category term='Cirque du Soleil'/><title type='text'>Jill the Acadian/Jill l'Acadienne</title><subtitle type='html'>La vie à travers les yeux d'une Acadienne et les aspects culturels de celle-ci. Si vous voulez partager quelque chose(concert ou un endroit visité), laissez un commentaire/The life of an Acadien woman, and her cultural aspect. If you want to share something about your cultural life(show or a good place visited), leave a comment.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>126</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-1833711609848470265</id><published>2011-01-17T12:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T12:39:00.685-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday Poetry Train - Here in the cold</title><content type='html'>For a minute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Pour un instant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave me hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Tu m'as redonné espoir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling me the words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Me disant les mots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one have ever told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Qui ne m'avaient jamais été dit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Me faisant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give you a smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Te donner un sourire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I never gave before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Comme je n'avais jamais donné&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mais là&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the weakness of your body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Dans ta faiblesse corporelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You accuse me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Tu m'accuses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of only wanting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;De seulement vouloir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be with the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Être avec celui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to cherish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Que j'ai commencé à aimer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Et encore une fois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All hopes are lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Tout espoir est perdu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Et me voici&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in the cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Me tenant dans le froid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Seule...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-1833711609848470265?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/1833711609848470265/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=1833711609848470265' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/1833711609848470265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/1833711609848470265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2011/01/monday-poetry-train-here-in-cold.html' title='Monday Poetry Train - Here in the cold'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-6791750464470632827</id><published>2010-06-20T14:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T14:08:00.143-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday Poetry Train - The first meeting</title><content type='html'>Internal fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Combat interne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Entre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good and bad girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ma bonne et vilaine fille&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I let him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Est-ce que je le laisse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have his ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Avoir ce qu'il veut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or do I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ou est-ce que je&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make him wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Le fait attendre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are those two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pourquoi est-ce que ces deux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Se chamaillent continuellement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ma bonne fille me dit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying that I shouldn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Que je ne devrais même pas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even kiss him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;L'embrasser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ma vilaine fille&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Says to kiss him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me dit de l'embrasser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And invite him over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Et de l'inviter chez moi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of hearing those two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Je suis si fatiguée d'entendre ces deux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop the fighting already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Arrêtez de vous chamailler, maintenant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I look at him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Et je le regarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is smiling at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Il me sourit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passing his fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;En passant ses doigts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through my hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dans mes cheveux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Et cette réponser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ESt déjà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sur mes lèvres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-6791750464470632827?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/6791750464470632827/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=6791750464470632827' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/6791750464470632827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/6791750464470632827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2010/06/monday-poetry-train-first-meeting.html' title='Monday Poetry Train - The first meeting'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-4608977248211309301</id><published>2010-03-22T18:44:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T18:55:49.777-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What do you want from me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adam Lambert'/><title type='text'>Monday Poetry Train - What do you want from me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is one of my favorite song of the moment. I've bought Adam Lambert cd, and really like that song, felt for it. Descrive how i feel right now. So here is my way of participating this week.&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X1Fqn9du7xo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X1Fqn9du7xo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;Slow it down&lt;br /&gt;What do you want from me&lt;br /&gt;What do you want from me?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;I’m afraid&lt;br /&gt;What do you want from me&lt;br /&gt;What do you want from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There might have been a time when I would give my self away&lt;br /&gt;Oh once upon a time I didn’t give a damn&lt;br /&gt;But now&lt;br /&gt;Here we are&lt;br /&gt;So what do you want from me?&lt;br /&gt;What do you want from me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Just don’t give up&lt;br /&gt;I’m workin' it out&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t give in&lt;br /&gt;I won’t let you down&lt;br /&gt;It messed me up&lt;br /&gt;Need a second to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;Just keep coming around.&lt;br /&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;What do you want from me?&lt;br /&gt;What do you want from me?&lt;br /&gt;What do you want from me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah,&lt;br /&gt;It’s plain to see (It’s plain to see)&lt;br /&gt;Baby your beautiful&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing wrong with you (nothing wrong with you)&lt;br /&gt;It’s me&lt;br /&gt;I’m a freak&lt;br /&gt;But thanks for loving me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you’re doing it perfectly (perfectly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, there might have been a time when I will let you slip away&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t even try&lt;br /&gt;But I think you could save my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don’t give up&lt;br /&gt;I’m workin' it out&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t give in&lt;br /&gt;I won’t let you down&lt;br /&gt;It messed me up&lt;br /&gt;Need a second to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;Just keep coming around.&lt;br /&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;What do you want from me? (What do you want from me?)&lt;br /&gt;What do you want from me?&lt;br /&gt;What do you want from me? (What do you want from me?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don’t give up on me&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;I won’t let you down&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;I won’t let you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don’t give up&lt;br /&gt;I’m workin' it out&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t give in&lt;br /&gt;I won’t let you down&lt;br /&gt;It messed me up&lt;br /&gt;Need a second to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;Just keep coming around.&lt;br /&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;What do you want from me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don’t give up&lt;br /&gt;I’m workin' it out&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t give in&lt;br /&gt;I won’t let you down&lt;br /&gt;It messed me up&lt;br /&gt;Need a second to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;Just keep coming around.&lt;br /&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;What do you want from me? (What do you want from me?)&lt;br /&gt;What do you want from me? (What do you want from me?)&lt;br /&gt;What do you want from me? (What do you want from me?) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-4608977248211309301?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-is-one-of-my-favorite-song-of.html' title='Monday Poetry Train - What do you want from me'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/4608977248211309301/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=4608977248211309301' title='3 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/4608977248211309301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/4608977248211309301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-is-one-of-my-favorite-song-of.html' title='Monday Poetry Train - What do you want from me'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-918573157251053134</id><published>2010-02-15T10:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T10:54:59.199-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday Poetry Train - Prends moi dans tes bras</title><content type='html'>Pourquoi ne vois-tu pas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Why don't you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tout ce que je veux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That all I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est que tu me prennes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Is that you take me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dans tes bras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et m'étreint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And hold me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sans un mot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Without a word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me délivrant de ma solitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To deliver me from my solitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qui me ronge l'âme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That is eating my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À me faire sentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To the point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Of making me feel empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complètement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Totaly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À l'intérieur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laisse tes bras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Leave your arm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me transmettre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pass on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cette chaleur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That warmness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont mon âme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A besoin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Is needing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour regagner mon corps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To get back in my body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prends moi dans tes bras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Take me in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seulement pour cette fois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Only this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guérir mon âme brisée&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To cure my broken soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ET m'aider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And help me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À revivre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Relive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-918573157251053134?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2010/02/monday-poetry-train-prends-moi-dans-tes.html' title='Monday Poetry Train - Prends moi dans tes bras'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/918573157251053134/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=918573157251053134' title='7 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/918573157251053134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/918573157251053134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2010/02/monday-poetry-train-prends-moi-dans-tes.html' title='Monday Poetry Train - Prends moi dans tes bras'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-5664196453782679224</id><published>2010-01-25T01:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T01:08:00.542-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday Poetry Train - thank you</title><content type='html'>In your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dans tes yeux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So much desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Si de désir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me désirant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I 've never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Comme j'ai jamais vu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen a guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Un homme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me vouloir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tes lèvres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exploring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Explorant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mon corps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over my clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sur mes vêtements&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ne voulant point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Briser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cette promesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Que tu m'as fait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To take things slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;De prendre les choses lentement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dans tes yeux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is not only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;PAs seulement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Le désir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the respect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;MAis le respect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been eager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Que j'ai tant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Attendu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me donnant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comes to my mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Qu'un mot à la bouche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Merci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-5664196453782679224?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/5664196453782679224/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=5664196453782679224' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/5664196453782679224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/5664196453782679224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2010/01/monday-poetry-train-thank-you.html' title='Monday Poetry Train - thank you'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-8682460230617306088</id><published>2010-01-17T22:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T10:44:39.823-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday Poetry Train - Comment oses-tu?</title><content type='html'>Comment oses-tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;how do you dare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me dire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Say to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que ce n'est pas vrai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That I'm not true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quand c'est toi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When it's you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qui veut à tout prix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That doesn't want at any price&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne pas trop dévoiler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Show a part of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qui tu es&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faire l'agent secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Doing your secret agent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me cachant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hidding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tes yeux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Your eyes from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De peur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Out of the fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qu'une seconde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That for a second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je vois ton âme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I could see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Your soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-8682460230617306088?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2010/01/monday-poetry-train-comment-oses-tu.html' title='Monday Poetry Train - Comment oses-tu?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/8682460230617306088/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=8682460230617306088' title='3 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/8682460230617306088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/8682460230617306088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2010/01/monday-poetry-train-comment-oses-tu.html' title='Monday Poetry Train - Comment oses-tu?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-2741312528843958340</id><published>2010-01-05T16:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T12:25:51.979-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marie-Mai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star Académie'/><title type='text'>Encore une nuit</title><content type='html'>This is a song by Marie-Mai, one of the participant of the first Star Académie. Its about domestic violence against children. Not only the melody is really nice, but the lyrics are strong! I would translate and get the lyrics another day(I'm in class right now) so that you can know it yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-fK3kBdaS90&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-fK3kBdaS90&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-2741312528843958340?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/2741312528843958340/comments/default' title='Publier les 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-6362929924153099386</id><published>2010-01-04T12:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T11:56:08.637-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Notre Dame de Paris'/><title type='text'>Notre Dame de Paris</title><content type='html'>So, I had earlier, posted some clips from this musical, That I would have like to go see when it was playing, but being presented in Québec, it wasn't really possible.&lt;br /&gt;So here is some more clips from Notre-Dame de Paris&lt;br /&gt;Song 2 - Les Sans-Papiers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U5vNha50j9w&amp;amp;rel=" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song 10- La monture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3j6AcpwYf-U&amp;amp;rel=" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song 21- mon maitre, mon sauveur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HXUr2I7zcMg&amp;amp;rel=" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song 22- Donnez-la moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RIUgcU34aMU&amp;amp;rel=" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song 23 - Dans mon Esmeralda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M2OnxTL0VSg&amp;amp;rel=" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-6362929924153099386?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/6362929924153099386/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=6362929924153099386' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/6362929924153099386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/6362929924153099386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2010/01/notre-dame-de-paris.html' title='Notre Dame de Paris'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-4383006932409980413</id><published>2010-01-03T16:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T12:25:51.980-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star Académie'/><title type='text'>Évangeline</title><content type='html'>This one of the only song that bring tears to my eyes everytime I hear it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vbxvf2OflWk&amp;amp;rel=" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mg-NlG6M4ZQ&amp;amp;rel=" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p8Znh9Mux_4&amp;amp;rel=" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a upgrade from an anciant post!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-4383006932409980413?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/4383006932409980413/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=4383006932409980413' title='0 commentaires'/><link 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term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wilfred Lebouthillier'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zachary Richard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star Académie'/><title type='text'>Jean batailleur</title><content type='html'>So here is a song that Wilfred Lebouthillier redid, he comes from an hour away from me, that is originally from Zachary Richard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/53qrU1l4ee8&amp;amp;rel=" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-3367269985004462976?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/3367269985004462976/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=3367269985004462976' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/3367269985004462976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/3367269985004462976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2010/01/jean-batailleur.html' title='Jean batailleur'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-6571017099070816732</id><published>2009-11-02T01:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T09:26:01.531-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday Poetry Train - Like paint</title><content type='html'>Like paint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Comme de la peinture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you have thrown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Que tu as jeté là&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Sur le ciel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Just for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Juste pour moi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Pour se rapelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Those nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Ces nuits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Où nous étions ensemble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Que seulement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;La lune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Has witness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;A été le témoin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-6571017099070816732?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/6571017099070816732/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-4988678866838188838</id><published>2009-10-26T00:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:14:09.815-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday Poetry Train</title><content type='html'>Quelque chose qui impliquerait nos deux corps nus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Something that would imply our two bodies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos mains explorant le corps de l'autre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Our hands exploring each other body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nos lèvres retracant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Our lips retracing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Les endroits où nos mains avaient passer auparavant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;The places where our hands have touch before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je vois ton plaisir grandissant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I see your pleasure growing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ne pouvant rien faire d'autre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Can't do nothing else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Que posséder mon corps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Than posses my body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais aussi mon âme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;But my soul too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voulant me faire vibrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Wanting to make be vibrate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;DE toutes les parcelles de mon corps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;From all the pieces of my body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Par la force de ton amour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;By the strenght of your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-4988678866838188838?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/4988678866838188838/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=4988678866838188838' title='7 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/4988678866838188838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/4988678866838188838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2009/10/monday-poetry-train_24.html' title='Monday Poetry Train'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-3793904502877203331</id><published>2009-10-19T01:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T11:28:52.802-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday Poetry Train</title><content type='html'>Comment as-tu pu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;How could you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Moi qui te fesait confiance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I was trusting you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu m'as jeté&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Throw me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Comme une poupée de chiffon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Like a rag doll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me traitant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Treating me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comme si c'était moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Like I was the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Qui avait suggéré&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That did suggest it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce sujet tabou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That forbidden subject&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crachant ta rage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Spitting your rage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sur moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;On me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;M'accussant d'être&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Accusing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La détraquer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Of being the unhinge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Au désir déviant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;With a deviate desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quand c'est toi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When it's you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Qui à chaque fois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That each time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demandant un peu plus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ask me a little more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Glissant lentement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Making me slide slowly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dans l'adultère&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In adultery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Avec des oeillettes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;With blindfold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-3793904502877203331?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-3736361846409672313</id><published>2009-10-12T19:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T11:20:13.326-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Open Road</title><content type='html'>Eyelashes as suncatcher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;DEs cils comme capteur de rayons de soleil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The wind as a companion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Le vent comme compagnion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nothing but the open road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Rien sauf la grande route&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I can feel all my muscles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Je sens tous mes muscles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they take me where I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me portant où je désire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To the way of my freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;À ma voie de la liberté&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And to the purety of the silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Et la pureté du silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Il a rien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That can touch me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Qui peut me toucher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Je suis ici&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Seule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the open road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sur la grande route&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-1604724987581207656</id><published>2009-08-17T12:37:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T14:10:26.559-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday Poetry Train -  Comment puis-je</title><content type='html'>Comment puis-je&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;How can I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Te dire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que c'est fini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That it,s done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre nous deux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Between the two of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Quand je t'aime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Encore si fort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Que je veux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seulement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sentir tes caresses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Feel your caress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ne plus être loin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To not be away from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pouvoir vivre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To be able&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Notre amour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To live our love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au grand jour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Out loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ne plus devoir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Not to have to think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;penser à ces kilomètres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;at all the kilometers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Qui nous séparent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That separate us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment puis-je&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;How can I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te dire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;que c'est fini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That it's done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Entre nous deux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Between the two of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Quand la seule chose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When the only thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Que je veux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est toi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-1604724987581207656?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2009/08/monday-poetry-train-comment-puis-je.html' title='Monday Poetry Train -  Comment puis-je'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/1604724987581207656/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=1604724987581207656' title='3 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/1604724987581207656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/1604724987581207656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2009/08/monday-poetry-train-comment-puis-je.html' title='Monday Poetry Train -  Comment puis-je'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-7616311075558210659</id><published>2009-07-20T01:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T07:58:46.134-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday Poetry Train - Crimson</title><content type='html'>Crimson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Écarlate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;On white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sur la blancheur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you have laid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Car tu m'as couché&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Moi, là&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unoticed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Froide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sould has gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mon âme est partie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To another place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;À un autre endroit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Je suis devenue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nothing but a carcass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Qu'une carcasse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;J'ai essayé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To cried murderer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;De crier au meutre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;but you were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;mais tu es&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My bittersweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ma fin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Douce amer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-7616311075558210659?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/7616311075558210659/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=7616311075558210659' title='5 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/7616311075558210659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/7616311075558210659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2009/07/monday-poetry-train-crimson.html' title='Monday Poetry Train - Crimson'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-6472359636359492483</id><published>2009-07-12T11:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T13:58:16.375-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday Poetry Train - Nul mot</title><content type='html'>Je ferme les yeux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Et dans mes rêves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tu viens me rejoindre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You come meet me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mes cheveux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te chatouillent le nez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tickle your nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tes mains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me tirent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pulls me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Près de toi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Near you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Je sens ta chaleur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I feel your warmness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Parcourir mon dos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Along my back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mes doigts se mellent au tiens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My fingers intertwine with yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sur la hanche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;On my hip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nul mot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Not word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;n'a besoin d'être dit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Is needed to be told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pour savoir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Que tu m'aimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Autant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Que je t,aime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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mot'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-5142463348460353331</id><published>2009-03-29T12:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T07:01:48.092-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday poetry Train - Défendue</title><content type='html'>je suis juste nue devant toi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm naked in front of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tu veux me toucher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You could touch me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais tu n'en a pas la permission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But you don't have the permission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tu me regarde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You look me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ton désir grandissant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;With your growing desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais tu sais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que si tu ose un toucher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That if you dare only a touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tu n'auras pas le droit de me gouter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You won't have the right to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Au doux goût de mes lèvres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The sweet taste of my lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Au salé de ma peau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The saltyness of my skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Si tu ose me toucher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If you dare to touch me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu n'auras pas le droit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You won't have the right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au fruit défendu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To taste the forbidden fruit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-5142463348460353331?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/5142463348460353331/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=5142463348460353331' title='7 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/5142463348460353331'/><link 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term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday Poetry Train - bloc de glace</title><content type='html'>Te voilà&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Here you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transformer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Transform &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En bloc de glace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Into a bloc of ice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impénétrable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Impenetrable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Et moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'essaies encore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm trying one more time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D'y faire une fissure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Trying to make a crack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour pouvoir m'y glisser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To slide inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais à chaque fois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But each time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je m'y frappe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I hit myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À plein fouet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To you hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La douleur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me rappelant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Reminding me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Que je me sens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trahit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Betrait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Par le fait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;By the fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Que tu ne montre plus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That you don't show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tes sentiments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Your feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Comme autrefois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Like before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mais j'essaierai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But I would try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Once more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;De faire fondre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To make that ice block&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce bloc de glace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You have become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Que tu es devenu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Melt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-459429682063409267?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/459429682063409267/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=459429682063409267' title='3 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/459429682063409267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/459429682063409267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2009/03/monday-poetry-train-bloc-de-glace.html' title='Monday Poetry Train - bloc de glace'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-290888189429652001</id><published>2009-02-08T12:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T09:15:57.995-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday Poetry Train - Ce désir</title><content type='html'>CE désir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viscérale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Visceral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Je le sens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I can feel it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tout mon être&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In all my body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;à me rendre folle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Enough to make me crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jusqu'au centre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Up to my core&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;De moi-même&lt;br /&gt;Sans rien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;With nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pouvoir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In my power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y faire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To have it go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;CE désir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;De me toucher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To touch myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sans pouvoir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;No being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rien y faire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Able to do nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;À me rendre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Making me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Folle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toute la journée&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;All day long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attendant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;La soirée&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pour que tu viennes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So that you can come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me soulager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Relieve me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;DE cette folie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;From the temporary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temporaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Insanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-290888189429652001?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2009/02/ce-desir-that-desire-viscerale-visceral.html' title='Monday Poetry Train - Ce désir'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/290888189429652001/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-2139211076519666493</id><published>2009-02-02T09:47:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T09:15:02.805-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday Poetry Train - Une muse</title><content type='html'>Une muse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A muse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avec qui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;With who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je m'amuserai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I would play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pouvoir profiter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Taking advantage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Des milles plaisirs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Of the thousand of pleasures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tu pourrais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That you could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me procure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Procure me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toucher de ma langue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The touch of my tongue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les mots que tu as prononcé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The words you said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour pouvoir me charmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To be able to charm me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et devenir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And to become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La source de mon inspiration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The source of my inspiration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais aussi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But not only that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D'une passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But of a passion too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qui attend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That is waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D'être enflammée&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To be consume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non seulement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Not only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour le plaisir des mots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For the pleasure of the words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais pour l'extase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But for the ecstasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De nos deux corps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Of our two bodies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-2139211076519666493?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-3921046216066651033</id><published>2008-12-29T01:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T10:50:28.971-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday Poetry Train - Entre deux mondes</title><content type='html'>Je suis là&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sur le rebord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;On the edge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De pierre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;OF stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Feeling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le vent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faire mélanger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mixing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mes cheveux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My hairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À mes larmes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;TO my tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;N'ayant le courage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Not having the courage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De sauter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To jump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mais non plus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But don't have it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Celui de continuer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To continue either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À vivre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sans aucune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaleur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Warmness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La froideur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Coldness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M'envahit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Fills me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais je reste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But I stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sur ce rebord de pierre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;On the rock edge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Stuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre les deux mondes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Between the two worlds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-3921046216066651033?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-7907168480024882986</id><published>2008-12-17T13:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T13:30:30.250-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Morphée 4</title><content type='html'>Morphée est jaloux&lt;br /&gt;Je ne veux plus dormir&lt;br /&gt;Dans ses bras&lt;br /&gt;Mais dans les tiens&lt;br /&gt;Lui qui m'a chéri&lt;br /&gt;Si longtemps&lt;br /&gt;Ayant le monopole&lt;br /&gt;De mes nuits sans rêves&lt;br /&gt;Morphée doit me laisser&lt;br /&gt;Aller dans tes bras&lt;br /&gt;Lacher son emprise&lt;br /&gt;Qu'il avait pris&lt;br /&gt;Pour acquise&lt;br /&gt;Savoir me partager&lt;br /&gt;Avec toi&lt;br /&gt;À chaque nuit&lt;br /&gt;Morphée est jaloux&lt;br /&gt;je ne dors plus&lt;br /&gt;Au rythme&lt;br /&gt;De sa musique&lt;br /&gt;à chaque nuit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-7907168480024882986?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2008/12/morphe-4.html' title='Morphée 4'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/7907168480024882986/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=7907168480024882986' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/7907168480024882986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/7907168480024882986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2008/12/morphe-4.html' title='Morphée 4'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-7903448562070885342</id><published>2008-11-11T19:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T19:24:00.747-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Lui</title><content type='html'>Je n'ai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qu'une idée&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Only one idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te parler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;To talk to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dès mon réveil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;From the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I wake up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voir ce sourire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;To see that smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qui me fait fondre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;That makes me melt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jusqu'à l'âme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Down to my core&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ces yeux bleus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Those blue eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qui savent percer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;That can pierce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tous mes secrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;All my secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais la distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But the distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qui nous séparent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;That separate us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rend ceci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difficile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Difficult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Impossible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-7903448562070885342?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2008/11/lui.html' title='Lui'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/7903448562070885342/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday Poetry Train - Entre tes bras</title><content type='html'>Entre tes bras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Between your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peu importe l'endroit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;No matter the place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Le froid de l'hiver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The coldness of the winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne me manquera pas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I will not miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tu seras ma neige&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You would be my snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Qui me caresse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That caress me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;DEs plus doux des baisers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Of the softest kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Même si cette terre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That this earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;N'en a jamais connue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Has never known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-3659101065463745023?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/3659101065463745023/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=3659101065463745023' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/3659101065463745023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Monday Poetry Train - Ta muse</title><content type='html'>Mais est-ce que ta muse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But will your muse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aura le droit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Have the right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Rien qu'une seule fois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Only one time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;De lire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;TO read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Les émotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Qu'elle t'inspire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That she inspire you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pouvoir resentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Could feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ton regard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Your look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Plongé dans le sien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Into hers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ne lire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Could only read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Que dans tes yeux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In those eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;L'amour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qu'elle t'inspire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That she inspire you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Et pouvoir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And to be able&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Encore une fois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;One more time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te faire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To make you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Écrire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Write&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;À nouveau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And be once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Être ta muse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Be your muse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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muse'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-5325180162291550375</id><published>2008-08-25T03:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T08:06:53.633-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday Poetry Train - Silence</title><content type='html'>Je respecte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I respect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ton choix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Your choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;De ne plus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Of not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me parler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Talking to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais ce n'Est pas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But I don,t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Avec facilité&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Je te vois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Se you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;En ligne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;On-line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mes doigts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me démangent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tickle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;De t'écrire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Wanting to write you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je ne le fais pas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I don,t do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Car tu m'as dit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Because you told me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ne plus vouloir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That you didn,t want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me parler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;to talk to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Au moins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;At least&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Je n'ai pas à te voir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I don,t have to see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cet été&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Et devoir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And have to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Commencer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;À prononcer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pronuncing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Des mots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Que tu ne veux pas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That you don,t want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entendre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et me forcer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And force myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Encore une fois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;One more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Au silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-5325180162291550375?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/5325180162291550375/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=5325180162291550375' title='0 commentaires'/><link 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Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday poetry Train - Réveil brutal</title><content type='html'>Réveil brutal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Rude awakening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais qui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;est-ce qui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Daring to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me tirer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pull me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De se rêve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;From this dream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Douillet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So cosy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Où mon amant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Where my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;M'aimait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Was loving me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tendrement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tenderly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais c'est toi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But it is you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon amour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peux-tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Could you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Continue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce que tu me fesais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What you were doing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En rêve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In that dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-1316108290682318897?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-5455484000608860185</id><published>2008-08-03T12:16:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T12:56:31.995-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday Poetry Train - Numbness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.lureofthevampires.multiservers.com/vampires.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.lureofthevampires.multiservers.com/vampires.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Numbness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Engourdie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cannot move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne pouvant bouger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bring me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Rapporte moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;À la vie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;With your kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Avec tes baisers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;With your touches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tes touchés&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Make me feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fais moi sentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Your energy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ton énergie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Running through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Coulant à l'intérieur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My veins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;De mes veines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Help me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aide-moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Come back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;À revenir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;À la vie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;With &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Avec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That sweet taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avec ce goût sucré&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;With&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Avec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The sweetness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;La douceur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Of your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;De ton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-5455484000608860185?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' 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/&gt;Mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je l'adore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I adore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce vent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enivrant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Intoxicating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si chargé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So filled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D'électricité&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;With electricity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qu'un touché&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That a simple touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DE toi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;From you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pourrait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Déclaré&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Des intecelles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Some sparks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour créer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To creat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un feu de brousse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A bush fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pour accompagner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To join&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La lumière&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEs éclairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;From the lighting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-3500199812272371101?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2008/07/monday-poetry-train-orage.html' title='Monday Poetry Train - Orage'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-3840117916015564140</id><published>2008-07-20T01:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T23:43:51.372-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday Poetry Train</title><content type='html'>Le soleil se couche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The sun is going down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nous sommes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sur une plage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;On the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Presque seul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Almost alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Au monde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;La conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;N'est interrompue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Is only broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Que par les vagues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;By the waves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qui nous chatouiller les pieds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That tickles our feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dans tes yeux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Je vois le reflet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I see the reflection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du soleil couchant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Of the sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dans tes yeux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne pouvant plus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I cannot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y résister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Resist anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je goûte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To tasting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour la première fois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For the first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À tes lèvres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Your lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Si désirables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That I have so much desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-3840117916015564140?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/3840117916015564140/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=3840117916015564140' title='4 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/3840117916015564140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/3840117916015564140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2008/07/monday-poetry-train.html' title='Monday Poetry Train'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-5735472309300541235</id><published>2008-07-13T09:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:56:02.974-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday Poetry Train - This touch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Even if I already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Même si j'ai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Been into your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Déjà été dans tes bras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Why do you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pourquoi est-ce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Touch me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tu me touches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comme ça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If you don't intend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si tu n'as aucune intention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To please me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De me procure du plaisir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Because this touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parce que cette caresse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Is just making me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne me fait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Wanting more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qu'en vouloir plus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-5735472309300541235?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/5735472309300541235/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=5735472309300541235' title='6 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/5735472309300541235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/5735472309300541235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2008/07/monday-poetry-train-this-touch.html' title='Monday Poetry Train - This touch'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-6189681908776299522</id><published>2008-07-06T11:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T22:43:09.553-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday Poetry Train - Danser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_55EtI1CeGAU/SF0jmeoHHoI/AAAAAAAABCA/H0b88oOONgg/s320/GetAttachmentCAMBN0FG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_55EtI1CeGAU/SF0jmeoHHoI/AAAAAAAABCA/H0b88oOONgg/s320/GetAttachmentCAMBN0FG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fais-moi danser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Make me dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jusqu'à se que mes sens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Until my senses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne savent plus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Reconnaître&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;How to diffencerate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qu'est-ce qui est&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toi ou le monde extérieur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The outside world or you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dans ce mélange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In the mix-up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je sens la fraicheur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I can feel freshness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;D'une multitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In the multitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;De gouttes d'eau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Of water drops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qui vient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nous asperger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Falling down on us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dans notre danse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In our insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Endiablée&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Où nos corps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Where our bodies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sont entremaillés&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Will be intertiwne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fais moi danser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Make me dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jusqu'à la nuit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Until the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nous plonge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Plunge us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dans l'inconnu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Into the unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-6189681908776299522?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/6189681908776299522/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=6189681908776299522' title='5 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/6189681908776299522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/6189681908776299522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2008/07/monday-poetry-train-danser.html' title='Monday Poetry Train - Danser'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_55EtI1CeGAU/SF0jmeoHHoI/AAAAAAAABCA/H0b88oOONgg/s72-c/GetAttachmentCAMBN0FG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-741497890383235368</id><published>2008-06-29T18:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T23:35:10.892-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday Poetry Train - Vendre son âme</title><content type='html'>Mais il est inutile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It's no use&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;De se perdre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To lost your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ou de vendre son âme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Or to sell it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pour avoir droit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;TO have the right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au goût des lèvres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To taste the lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;De la personne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Of the person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Que tu aimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parce qu'au fond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Because after all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce n'est pas toi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It would not be you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qu'elle aimera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That he/she will love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais la personne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But the person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que le diable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That the devil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lui présentera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Will present him/her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-741497890383235368?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2008/06/monday-poetry-train-vendre-son-me.html' title='Monday Poetry Train - Vendre son âme'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/741497890383235368/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=741497890383235368' title='3 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/741497890383235368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/741497890383235368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2008/06/monday-poetry-train-vendre-son-me.html' title='Monday Poetry Train - Vendre son âme'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-3303486851045722514</id><published>2008-06-21T06:43:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T23:04:32.165-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday Poetry Train - Mots</title><content type='html'>Les mots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que sont-ils&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What are they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Des chants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But songs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qui expriment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That express &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mes émotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My emotions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais je ne peux pas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But I cannot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M'approprier les mots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Take possession of the words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Même au rythme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Even with the rythm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D'une chanson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Of a song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont les notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That the notes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne fait que camoufler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Only hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leurs significations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Their significations &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ces mots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Those words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peuvent cacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Can hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sous un rythme endiablé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Under a wild rythm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Une peine profonde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A strong sadness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et la ballade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And a ballad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne peut être&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Can be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qu'une renaissance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A rebirth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les mots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne peuvent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parfois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devenir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Become &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qu'un fiel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A gall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au goût de miel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That taste like honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-3303486851045722514?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2008/06/monday-poetry-train-mots.html' title='Monday Poetry Train - Mots'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/3303486851045722514/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=3303486851045722514' title='4 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/3303486851045722514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/3303486851045722514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2008/06/monday-poetry-train-mots.html' title='Monday Poetry Train - Mots'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-7987667507333894032</id><published>2008-06-15T01:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T21:01:26.032-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday Poetry Train - K</title><content type='html'>S'il te plait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Garde le silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Be quiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Car par ce petit commentaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Because that little comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Un éclat de rire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Could make me burst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pourrait monter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In laught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dans ma gorge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Deep from within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et ne plus pouvoir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And would not be able&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Être controlé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To control it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mais garde ce sourire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But keep that smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Qui a su me charmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That has charm me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malgré les quelques années&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Even if there is a couple of years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qui te restent à expériencer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That you have to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pour avoir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aussitant vécu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Que moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As much as me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et malgré ton extrovertisité&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And even if you are extrovert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Se pourrait-il&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Could it be possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Que pour dire tes sentiments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That when it comes to feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tu soit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aussi géné&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As shy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-7987667507333894032?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2008/06/sil-te-plait-garde-le-silence-car-par.html' title='Monday Poetry Train - K'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/7987667507333894032/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=7987667507333894032' title='5 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/7987667507333894032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/7987667507333894032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2008/06/sil-te-plait-garde-le-silence-car-par.html' title='Monday Poetry Train - K'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-897010926651987952</id><published>2008-06-09T01:25:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T10:13:55.645-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday Poetry Train - Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La musique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Seems to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Semble être&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The only thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La seule chose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That can fill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Qui puisse remplir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This emptyness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le vide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;À l'intérieur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The only thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;La seule chose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That can make me forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qui puisse me faire oublier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The absence of a carress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'absence d'une caresse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Of someone loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;D'un être aimé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La musique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Seems to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semble être&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The only thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La seule chose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That can ease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qui peut soulager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The rage of being single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La rage d'être célibataire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Un autre jour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mais la musique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Won't be able&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne peut pas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To heal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guérir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The wound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La blessure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De mon coeur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ouvert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;On emptyness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sur le vide&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-897010926651987952?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2008/06/monday-poetry-train-music.html' title='Monday Poetry Train - Music'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/897010926651987952/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=897010926651987952' title='6 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/897010926651987952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/897010926651987952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2008/06/monday-poetry-train-music.html' title='Monday Poetry Train - Music'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-2449118297952497454</id><published>2008-06-01T16:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T18:15:13.472-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday Poetry Train - Solitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Solitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Intertiwne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Entrecroisées&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Here on the web&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sur la toile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Putting our soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mettant notre âme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Up on there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;À découvert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Forming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Formant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Numeric bond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Des liens numérics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Finding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trouvant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Some souls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Des âmes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qui pourront être&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Friends for life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Des amis pour la vie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In our solitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dans notre solitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nous restons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Because distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Car la distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Is too great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Est trop grande&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For us to meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour que nous nous rencontrons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Et que nous devenons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Real life friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Des amis dans la vraie vie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Poetry Train - Solitude'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-6337977204507648240</id><published>2008-05-25T14:12:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T16:20:08.930-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picture Fiction Challenge'/><title type='text'>Monday Poetry Train - Hurting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="phantomTabNickname" id="phantomTab"&gt;&lt;div class="success" id="actionStaterateSuccess" style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="left540"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="photoNote" alt="Photo de mickflag sur Netlog" src="http://fr.netlogstatic.com//p/oo/009/892/9892959.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="noteForm" style="DISPLAY: none; MARGIN: 0px auto"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="noteText" style="DISPLAY: none; MARGIN: 0px auto"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="noteDialog" style="DISPLAY: none; MARGIN: 0px auto"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto"&gt;Parler pour s'en sortir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modèle/Model : Amanda Paul-Guillette&lt;br /&gt;Photographe/photograph: Michaël Drapeau&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So here is my contribution for this week. It was inspired by the picture above! Enjoye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je sens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I can feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma chair meutrie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My skin hurting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Par les coups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;By the hits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;De ta folie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Of your madness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Parce que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je n'ai pas su&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I didn't knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faire les choses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;How to do things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comme il te plait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The way you like it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais ce n'Est pas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But it's not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;La première fois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Que tes poings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That your fists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rencontrent ma chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Meet my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon corps s'y fait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My body is getting use to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mais mon âme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But not my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne pourra jamais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Could never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Elle saigne abondamment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It bleeding abondanly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;À chaque blessure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;At each wound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infligée&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Giving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On me dit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;They told me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;D'en parler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To talk about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mais j'ai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les pieds et poings liés&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My feet and wrists tigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Par la peur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;By the fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De me faire frapper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Of being hit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Une autre fois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;One more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Par l'homme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;By the man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Que j'Aime &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-6337977204507648240?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2008/05/monday-poetry-train-hurting.html' title='Monday Poetry Train - Hurting'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/6337977204507648240/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=6337977204507648240' title='3 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/6337977204507648240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/6337977204507648240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2008/05/monday-poetry-train-hurting.html' title='Monday Poetry Train - Hurting'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-3557744793406673714</id><published>2008-05-18T16:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T16:20:59.982-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nouvelle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short story'/><title type='text'>Monday Poetry Train - Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This post has some explicite content and is intended for adult readers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So here is a second try at some erotic short story. The idea came through a dream. I'm sorry if I didn't choose the right word in the english version, I was too lazy to get the dictonnary. Hope you enjoy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking around when somebody hand me this note. It was simply the way to a place. I'm slowly following it. I arrive at a little cottage and enter. Inside, a man slightly taller than me with a tained skin takes my hand and takes me to the bedroom. He takes my clothes off, without saying a word and lay me on a magestuous bed. Still quiet, he spread my legs open and slide his tongue on my clitoris, slowly doing some circles and speeding up. I feel heat invading me and becoming omnipresent in my body. I feel him liking my lips. When he feels that they are wet enough, he slide a finger in, and a second, doing a rapid in-and-out movements. My hands squeeze the linen. I feel the first orgasm surmeging me et becoming more wet.&lt;br /&gt;-Take me!&lt;br /&gt;He now takes his clothes off. Kissing me for the first time, I can still fell my presence in his mouth. He takes advantage of this kiss to take me. I can feel his penis inside me, feeling every part of it pleasuring me. I hold on his ass so he can fully enter me.&lt;br /&gt;It is at that moment, that for the first time, I hear his voice. In a whisper, he comes into me. I can feel his warmness into me and with a hip trust, he gives me another orgasm. He lay down on my side with his head on my breast.&lt;br /&gt;With alook full of satisfaction, he tells me:&lt;br /&gt;-Thank Honey!&lt;br /&gt;I kiss my husband and whisper in his ear:&lt;br /&gt;-Want to restart? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je marchais tranquillement quand on me donne une note. À l'intérieur de cette note, seulement un iténéraire. Je le suis lentement à pied. J'arrive dans une jolie petite maison et j'y entre. À l'intérieur, un homme légèrement plus grand que moi, au teint bronzé attrape ma main et m'amène dans une chambre.Il me déshabille, sans dire un mot et me dépose sur un lit à ballequin magestueux. Encore silencieusement, il écarte mes jambes et glisse doucement sa langue sur mon clitoris, lentement il fait des cercles sur celui-ci en augmentant la cadence. Je sens la chaleur m'envahir et devenir de plus en plus omniprésente dans mon corps . Je sens qu'il commence à lécher mes lèvres. Quand il voit qu'elles sont mouillées, il y insère un doigts, puis deux en fesant un rapide mouvement de va et vient. Mes mains se crispent sur les draps. Je sens le premier orgasme me surmerger et je deviens encore plus mouillée.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Prends-moi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il se déshabille à son tour. M'embrassant pour la première fois, je sens encore ma présence dans sa bouche. Il profite de ce baiser pour me pénétrer. Je sens son pénis frotter contre mon vagin me procurant un plaisir incroyable. Je m'aggripe à ses fesses pour pouvoir l'avoir pleinement en moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est à ce moment que j'entends pour la première fois le son de sa voix. Un murmure au même moment ou il venait en moi. Je sentais sa chaleur en moi et dans un ultime coup de hanche, il m'amena à orgasmer une autre fois. Il se retire et pose sa tête sur mes seins.&lt;br /&gt;Avec une voix pleine de satisfaction, il me dit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Merci chérie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'embrasse mon mari et lui chochote au creux de l'oreille:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-On recommence?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-3557744793406673714?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2008/05/monday-poetry-train-dream.html' title='Monday Poetry Train - Dream'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/3557744793406673714/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=3557744793406673714' title='6 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/3557744793406673714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/3557744793406673714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2008/05/monday-poetry-train-dream.html' title='Monday Poetry Train - Dream'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-553435691491127986</id><published>2008-05-14T22:06:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T16:22:36.451-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picture Fiction Challenge'/><title type='text'>Picture Fiction challenge #4(but #2 for me)</title><content type='html'>So down here we have the picture we had to work with. I'm not quite satisfy with the result of my writting this time. But I'm still sharing and hope you enjoye it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uP7X4CDbD10/SAx3oKkXmrI/AAAAAAAABAg/1bDWvZB2Tfc/s400/004_Character.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uP7X4CDbD10/SAx3oKkXmrI/AAAAAAAABAg/1bDWvZB2Tfc/s400/004_Character.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uP7X4CDbD10/SAx3oKkXmsI/AAAAAAAABAo/X2BTcHA3riw/s400/004_Objective.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uP7X4CDbD10/SAx3oakXmtI/AAAAAAAABAw/_ZikJKuAwQs/s400/004_Setting.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uP7X4CDbD10/SAx3oakXmuI/AAAAAAAABA4/92VaYBoQYHk/s400/004_Item.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uP7X4CDbD10/SAx3oqkXmvI/AAAAAAAABBA/lNpdcr635rE/s400/004_Random.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J’ai toujours été la plus extravertie du groupe. On m’avait souvent traitée de folle ou d’étrange, mais je m’en foutais, car j’étais celle qui s’amusait toujours le plus. Ne croyez pas que je me foutais des gens au point d’être une personne irrespectueuse, mais je n’avais aucun problème à être le centre de l’attention. J’avais toujours le sourire aux lèvres, et en ma compagnie, le rire était garanti!&lt;br /&gt;Nous faisions, cette journée-là, une course photo et un rallye combiné. Nous devions trouvé certains objets dans la ville, prendre des photos, en étant le plus original possible, tout en complétant les questions qui se trouvaient sur le site de l’objet.&lt;br /&gt;Le premier objet sur la liste était une canrombole(star fruit).!&lt;br /&gt;-Où est le marché?dit Pierre.&lt;br /&gt;-Dans l’ouest de la ville, mentionna Georges.&lt;br /&gt;- On est parti pour le farwest!&lt;br /&gt;On prend un taxi et nous nous dérigeons vers l’ouest de la ville.&lt;br /&gt;-Pendant que nous nous rendons là, il faudrait penser à comment est-ce que l’on va photographier les fruits, dit Aïsha.&lt;br /&gt;-Je sais, m’écriais-je! On photographiera les fruits en les transformant en un jeu de quille.&lt;br /&gt;Arrivés au marché, on se dirige au stand de fruit le plus près. On fouille pour trouver le fruit voulu. On l’achète et on fait notre montage. Imaginez vous: quatre personnes dans la vingtaine qui font un montage de fruit au plein milieu du trottoir! On nous regarde comme si on venait de mars.&lt;br /&gt;-Vous ne savez pas que c’est la nouvelle mode. C’est faire l’expérience cru d’être sans abri! Tu manges des fruits exotiques en ayant comme assiette le trottoir! m’emprêche-je de dire aux curieux qui me fait de très gros yeux.&lt;br /&gt;On regarde le prochain indice : “Trouvez le divan le plus rouge de China Town.”&lt;br /&gt;- Ils veulent rire! Comment peut-on savoir où se trouve le divan le plus rouge! Ils sont fous! dit Georges.&lt;br /&gt;-Bien rendons-nous là et nous pourrons voir ça de plus près, lui répond Aïsha.&lt;br /&gt;Pendant tout le trajet, nous gardons le silence. Nous sommes tous perdus dans nos pensées. Qu’allons-nous faire une fois dans China Town? Notre conducteur de taxi nous dit déjà le prix de la course. C’est à ce moment que me vient l’idée.&lt;br /&gt;À peine sortie du taxi je me mets à marcher sur mes mains en espérant pouvoir l’attention de plus de gens possible. Quand ceci est fait, je crie:&lt;br /&gt;-Oyé!Oyé! La personne qui sera capable de nous indiquer où se trouve le divan le plus rouge aura la chance d’apparaître dans une photographie qui risque d’être utilisée pour une publicité. (J’ai oublié de dire, c’est une activité de notre travail, une boîte de publicité.)&lt;br /&gt;Ça marche immédiatement, quelques jeunes filles qui semblent être des cartes de mode se portent volontaires. Elles nous dirigent vers le restaurant “Le dragon enflammé”. À la réception se trouve un divan du rouge le plus vif que j’ai jamais vu sur un tissu. Nous faisons un divan humain près du vrai divan et une personne s’asseoir sur chacun.&lt;br /&gt;Le dernier indice est de trouver un coccinelle. Cette fois l’idée me vient comme une éclair.&lt;br /&gt;-Allons au jardin municipal!&lt;br /&gt;Nous y marchons car il n’est pas loin de China Town! Je leur explique mon idée pendant cette marche. Dès notre arrivée, nous nous dérigeons vers la boutique cadeau. Nous achetons deux grosses coccinelles en pluche et deux parapluies à motif de coccinelle. Nous nous rendons à une des marres où se trouve un pont comme passerelle. Nous allons trois d’entre nous sous le pont avec les parapluies, les deux pieds dans l’eau et la vase. Les deux coccinelles sont sur la rampe du pont.&lt;br /&gt;-Maintenant la dernière photo prise, nous devons nous dépêchez d’aller à l’endroit du rendez-vous.&lt;br /&gt;Nous arrivons au lieu du rendez-vous et donnons le numéro de notre équipe.&lt;br /&gt;-Vous êtes la troisième équipe. Vous devez attendre que nous comptabilisons les pointages.&lt;br /&gt;Nous devons attendre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was always the more outgoing one. I have often be treated of crazy or weird, but I didn’t give a damn, because I always had a blast. Don’t think that I was disrespectful, but then, I didn’t have a problem with being the center of attention!&lt;br /&gt;We were doing, that day, a picture hunt and a rally combined. WE had to find certain objects in the town, take some picture , and be the most original possible. We had to answer questions at the same time on the site where we found the object.&lt;br /&gt;The first object we had to find is a star fruit&lt;br /&gt;- Where is the market? ask Pierre&lt;br /&gt;-In the west of the town , said Georges.&lt;br /&gt;-We are going into the Far west!&lt;br /&gt;We took a taxi and went in the west of the town.&lt;br /&gt;-While we are going there, we should think about what we should photograph the fruit, said Aïsha.&lt;br /&gt;-I know! I shout. We could photograph by transforming it into a bowling game!&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at the market, we search for the closest fruit stand. When we have found it, we search for the star fruit We buy some and prepared our bowling game. Imagine this: four peoples in their twenties doing a assembly in the middle of the sidewalk! We were look at like we came from Mars.&lt;br /&gt;- You don’t know it? This is the new trend in town! You experience, the real one, of being a homeless person! You eat exotic fruit on the sidewalk! I say to the persons that look at us with big eyes.&lt;br /&gt;We take a look at the next clue: “Find the reddest couch in China Town.”&lt;br /&gt;-They are laughing! How do they want us to find the reddest couch! They are crazy! Say Georges.&lt;br /&gt;-Well, we better go there and see it when we would be there, answers Aïsha.&lt;br /&gt;During all our trip there, we are quiet. We are all lost in our thoughts. What are we going to do when we would be in China Town? Our taxi driver is already saying to us the price of our trip. It is when the idea pops into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I just get out of the taxi and I start walking on my hands hoping that I would get the attention of the most people possible. While doing this, I shout:&lt;br /&gt;-Hey! The person that could say to us where the reddest couch would have the chance to be in a picture for a publicity( I forgot to mention, this activity was part of our job, a publicity firm.)&lt;br /&gt;It works immediately, a couple of girls that seem to be wearing the last trend volunteer themselves. They take us to the restaurant “The flaming dragon”. In the lobby we see the couch made of the reddest tissue I have ever seen. We do a human couch, and made someone sit on the two couch.&lt;br /&gt;The last clue is to find a lady bug. This time, the idea comes immediately.&lt;br /&gt;-Let’s go to the municipal garden!&lt;br /&gt;We walk to the garden, because it is not far from China Town. I explain my idea while we walk. At our arrival, we go strait for the gift shop. We buy two big stuffed lady bug and two umbrellas with a lady bug design. We go to a pond where there is a little bridge. Three of us go under the bridge with our umbrellas. We have our two feet into mud and water. The stuffed pets are on the railing of the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;-Now the last picture is taken, we better hurry up to the check point.&lt;br /&gt;We are there and give our team number.&lt;br /&gt;-You are the third team that has arrived, you’ll have to wait until we have add up all the point.&lt;br /&gt;And now we have to wait...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-553435691491127986?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2008/05/picture-fiction-challenge-4but-2-for-me.html' title='Picture Fiction challenge #4(but #2 for me)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/553435691491127986/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=553435691491127986' title='5 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/553435691491127986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/553435691491127986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2008/05/picture-fiction-challenge-4but-2-for-me.html' title='Picture Fiction challenge #4(but #2 for me)'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uP7X4CDbD10/SAx3oKkXmrI/AAAAAAAABAg/1bDWvZB2Tfc/s72-c/004_Character.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-2349249676193423833</id><published>2008-05-11T17:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T16:23:38.540-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday Poetry Train - Stripper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;She is there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elle est là&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;On Stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sur la scène&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Putting on a show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donnant un spectacle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Taking her clothes off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enlevant ses vêtements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Taking your money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prenant votre argent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And what do you do else to respond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et que lui donner vous en réponse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lust over her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qu'avoir envie d'elle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Forget that she is a human being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oublier qu'elle est humaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Being unrespectfull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lui manquer de respect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Taking her for a piece of meat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La prendre pour une pièce de viande&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Wanting more than she can offer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voulant plus qu'elle peut offrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But at the end of the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais à la fin de la nuit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;None of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aucun de vous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ARe happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N'est heureux&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-2349249676193423833?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2008/05/monday-poetry-train-stripper.html' title='Monday Poetry Train - Stripper'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/2349249676193423833/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=2349249676193423833' title='8 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/2349249676193423833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/2349249676193423833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2008/05/monday-poetry-train-stripper.html' title='Monday Poetry Train - Stripper'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-2393526961444016360</id><published>2008-05-04T10:22:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T16:24:57.105-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday Poetry Train - Aimer</title><content type='html'>Quand est-ce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pourrais-je&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'll be able&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que je ressens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce sentiment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour un homme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un amour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si fort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que je ne pourrais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That I could not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percevoir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Imagine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma vie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sans lui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Without him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En ce moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In this very moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je me demande&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am asking myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suis-je&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Am I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Able&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ressentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce sentiment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De regarder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dans ses yeux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Into his eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D'y voir mon futur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To see my future into them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DE voir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le père de mes enfants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;De father of my children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De me voir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;To see myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veillisant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Aging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et l'aimant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And loving him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encore autant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suis-je&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Am I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Able&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D'aimer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Of Loving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DE cette façon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-2393526961444016360?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2008/05/monday-poetry-train-aimer.html' title='Monday Poetry Train - Aimer'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/2393526961444016360/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=2393526961444016360' title='7 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/2393526961444016360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/2393526961444016360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2008/05/monday-poetry-train-aimer.html' title='Monday Poetry Train - Aimer'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-3686820293460363913</id><published>2008-05-02T22:47:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T23:20:19.723-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghost story'/><title type='text'>La poignée</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't remember if I talk about this to Lisa or Julia, but i did say that I would talk to them about some paranormal stuff that happen in my family. So this is something tha happen to me. So here the story&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I had to do a praticum where my sister lives. It was 4 years ago, because my youngest niece was a baby. I was living at my sister place during my praticum, and I had to share a room with my baby niece, who sleeping in a crib at that time. I had the habbit of closing my door when I was going to sleep since I'm like 15 years old. One of the first night, my niece is sleeping, and I'm going to sleep and close the door. My sister and her husband are asleep, so the house is quiet. It is at that moment when i hear a noise. It is as if someone is trying to open my door. There is somebody playing with the nod.i said to myself, it must be a some draft. But during some other night, the same thing happen. All the windows where close, my two nieces were sleeping, my sister and my brother-in-law also. It was not them who was playing trick on me or a draft that could explain the thing. I never understood who could not want me to close the door. I know that my brother's father and mother had die into that house, both from cancer, but they both know me from their living. I would like to know who was playing with the door knob. But now, i would not get the chance to know, they sold the house to have a new one rebuilt... And, what I found weird, is that I was the onbly one that heard the door knob move, even if my sister believe in that kind of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;J'ai du faire un stage dans l'endroit où ma soeur habite. C'était il y a quatre, car ma plus jeune nièce était un bébé. J'habitais pour la durée de mon stage chez ma soeur, et je partageais une chambre avec ma nièce, qui couchait encore dans une couchette à cette époque. J'ai l'habitude de fermer la porte de la chambre dans laquelle je couche pendant la nuit depuis que j'ai l'âge de 15 ans. Une des première nuit, ma nièce est couchée et je vais me coucher moi aussi, et je ferme donc la porte. Ma soeur et son mari sont aussi couchés, donc la maison est silencieuse. C'est à ce moment que j'entends un bruit. C,est comme si quelqu,un essayait d'ouvrir ma porte. Quelqu'un jouait avec la poignée! Je me suis dit, p-e que c,est un courant d'air. Mais d'autres soirées, le même phénomène s'est produit. Toutes les fenêtres étaient fermées, mais deux nièces dormaient, ma soeur et mon beau-frère dormaient aussi. Ce n'était donc pas eux qui me jouaient un tour ou faisaient quelque chose pour faire des courants d'air. Mais ce que je n'ai jamais compris, c'est qui pouvait bien ne pas vouloir que je ferme la porte! Le père et la mère de mon beau-frère étaient morts dans cette maison, chacun d'un cancer, mais les ayant connus les deux de leurs vivants, ils savaient qui j'étais. J'aimerais bien savoir qui jouait avec la poignée! Maintenant, je n'aurais pas la chance, car ils ont vendu la maison pour s'en construire une neuve... Et de plus, je pense que je suis la seule qui est entendue la poignée bouger, même si ma soeur croit dans ces choses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-3686820293460363913?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/3686820293460363913/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=3686820293460363913' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/3686820293460363913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/3686820293460363913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2008/05/la-poigne.html' title='La poignée'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-8053947140091360984</id><published>2008-04-28T23:07:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T23:53:31.007-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday Poetry Train - No string attach</title><content type='html'>I'm on the edge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Je suis sur le rebord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a deep breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Je prends une grande inspiration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Take my courage by both hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Je prends mon courage à deux mains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To take a step further&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;J'avance d'un pas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The step to emptiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;L'ultime pas vers le vide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mais aussi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one to my freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Celui de ma liberté&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When I could feel the wind through my hairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Je peux sentir le vent dans mes cheveux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling my body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sentir mon corps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;being weightless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;En état d'apesenteur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Like I'm suspended&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Comme si j'étais suspendue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dans le temps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in a second&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Et dans une seconde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I will be able&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Être capable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To spread my wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;De déplier mes ailes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no have no strings attach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Et d'avoir aucune attache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For the first time of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pour la première fois de ma vie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-8053947140091360984?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/8053947140091360984/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=8053947140091360984' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/8053947140091360984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/8053947140091360984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2008/04/monday-poetry-train-no-string-attach.html' title='Monday Poetry Train - No string attach'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-3359369071409074953</id><published>2008-04-21T19:37:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T19:53:59.777-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday Poetry Train - Morphée 3</title><content type='html'>Tu es là&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You are there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos à moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You back at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dormant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Des fourmis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Some ants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me parcourent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Go through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les doigts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My fingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je dois résister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I have to resist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au désir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To the desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De te réveiller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Of waking you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En te chatouillant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;By ticking you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De laisser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To let&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mes doigts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My fingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glisser le long de ton dos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Letting them go through your back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te réveiller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To wake you up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sous l'emprisse d'un frisson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;With a shiver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le jeu est encore en moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Playing is in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malgré que Morphée&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Even if Morpheus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A déjà fait son travail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Has already done his work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sur nous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;On us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et toi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu es encore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You are still&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sous son emprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Under his spell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-3359369071409074953?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/3359369071409074953/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=3359369071409074953' title='5 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/3359369071409074953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/3359369071409074953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2008/04/monday-poetry-train-morphe-3.html' title='Monday Poetry Train - Morphée 3'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-1131868058273848495</id><published>2008-04-14T10:36:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T10:49:30.290-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday Poetry Train - Mon cher petit neveu</title><content type='html'>Tu es là&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You are there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Après tant de temps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;After all that time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayant été désiré&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You have been desired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ardement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te voici&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Here you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petit poupon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Little baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te tenant dans mes bras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Holding you in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentant ta chaleur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Feeling your warmness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Près de moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Close to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sous le regards de ta maman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Under your mother's look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu as déjà&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You have already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tellement d'amour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So much love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qui t'entoure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That surround you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toi, mon cher petit neveu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You, my dear little nephew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-1131868058273848495?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/1131868058273848495/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=1131868058273848495' title='7 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/1131868058273848495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/1131868058273848495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2008/04/monday-poetry-train-mon-cher-petit.html' title='Monday Poetry Train - Mon cher petit neveu'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-5969547382396966752</id><published>2008-04-07T22:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:43:13.912-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday Poetry Train - Printemps</title><content type='html'>Je suis là&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À la fenêtre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;At the window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardant le soleil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Looking at the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transformer la neige&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That is transforming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lentement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The snow slowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En gouttes d'eau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Into water drops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qui abreuve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La terre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour la faire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To make her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revivre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Relive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comme à chaque printemps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Like every spring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais que combien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lentement cette saison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Slow this season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pourrons-nous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Could we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Profiter de cette saison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Take advantage of this season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou l'hiver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Or does winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se transformera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Will transform&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instantannément&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Instantanly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En l'été&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Into summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car le printemps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Because spring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se cache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Is hidding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Once more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sous la neige&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Under the snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-5969547382396966752?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/5969547382396966752/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=5969547382396966752' title='5 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/5969547382396966752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/5969547382396966752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2008/04/monday-poetry-train-printemps.html' title='Monday Poetry Train - Printemps'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-8303062856530178803</id><published>2008-03-31T10:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T23:15:01.472-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Monday Poetry Tain - Faire la paix avec l'amour</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This is the song &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Faire la paix avec l'amour&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dany Bédar&lt;/span&gt;. It is one of my favorite french song! Very sad, but very beautiful with a good melody! I have a live version down the lyrics. My favorite version is a duet with Marie-Mai, but I couldn't find a youtube version!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai pas demandé de venir au monde /I didn't ask to be born&lt;br /&gt;Je ne veux pas non plus rester dans l'ombre /But I don't want to stay in the shadow&lt;br /&gt;J'ai pas choisi celui que j'aime /I didn't choose the one I love&lt;br /&gt;Je veux pas non plus cacher ma peine /But I don't want to hide my sadness&lt;br /&gt;Je suis pendu à tes lèvres /I'm hook to your lips&lt;br /&gt;J'entends la porte qui se referme /I hear the door closing&lt;br /&gt;J'éteins le soleil qui se lève /I blow the sun that is rissing&lt;br /&gt;T'a jamais su calmer ma fièvre / You never knew how to calm my&lt;br /&gt;T'a jamais pu lever les poings /You never were able to raise your fist&lt;br /&gt;Pourtant je pleure toutes les nuits / Even with that I cry every nights&lt;br /&gt;Ces blessures-là je les guéris / Those wounds I have heal them&lt;br /&gt;J'ai l'impression que ça va trop loin / I have the impression that it is going to far&lt;br /&gt;J'ai dû combattre toutes mes envies /I had to fight my envies&lt;br /&gt;Faire semblant d'aimer la vie /Pretend I love life&lt;br /&gt;Mais aujourd'hui c'est à mon tour /But today it is my turn&lt;br /&gt;De pousser la porte et voir le jour /To push the door and see the day&lt;br /&gt;De reconnaître qui je suis /The finaly know who I am&lt;br /&gt;Faire la paix avec l'amour /Make peace with love&lt;br /&gt;J'ai peur de ta voix et du noir /I'm scare of your voice and the dark&lt;br /&gt;Le noir qui longe le désespoir /The dark that follow sharrow&lt;br /&gt;C'est plus la même qui me poursuit / The one that is chassing me&lt;br /&gt;Et qui me plonge dans l'oubli / And is making me dive in forgetness&lt;br /&gt;J'ai pas demandé de venir au monde /I didn't ask to be born&lt;br /&gt;Je veux pas non plus rester dans l'ombre/But I don't want to stay in the shadow&lt;br /&gt;J'ai pas choisi celui que j'aime/I didn't choose the one I love&lt;br /&gt;Qui n'a fait qu'un avec ma peine/But I don't want to hide my sadness&lt;br /&gt;J'ai dû combattre toutes mes envies/I had to fight my envies&lt;br /&gt;Et faire semblant d'aimer la vie/Pretend I love life&lt;br /&gt;Mais aujourd'hui c'est à mon tour /But today it is my turn&lt;br /&gt;De pousser la porte et voir le jour /To push the door and see the day&lt;br /&gt;De reconnaître qui je suis /The finaly know who I am&lt;br /&gt;Faire la paix avec l'amour /Make peace with love&lt;br /&gt;J'ai dû combattre toutes mes envies/I had to fight my envies&lt;br /&gt;Et faire semblant d'aimer la vie/Pretend I love life&lt;br /&gt;Mais aujourdhui c'est à mon tour/But today it is my turn&lt;br /&gt;De pousser la porte et voir le jour/To push the door and see the day&lt;br /&gt;De reconnaître qui je suis/The finaly know who I am&lt;br /&gt;Faire la paix avec l'amour/Make peace with love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wB4D-AoGGgY&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-8303062856530178803?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/8303062856530178803/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=8303062856530178803' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/8303062856530178803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/8303062856530178803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2008/03/monday-poetry-tain-faire-la-paix-avec.html' title='Monday Poetry Tain - Faire la paix avec l&apos;amour'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-1091399232838742697</id><published>2008-03-24T15:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T20:56:00.081-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday Poetry Train - Wandering</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I look like a lost soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On me percois comme une âme perdue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Wandering everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me promenant partout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;With no arrival point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avec aucun point d'arrivé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Energyless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sans énergie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bleeding from inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saignant intérieurement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Si affamée&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But at the same time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais au même moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Not wanting to eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne voulant pas manger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The pain is there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La douleur est là&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But i want to be strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais je veux être forte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Wanting some alcohol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je veux de l'alcool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To try to ease the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pour adoucir la douleur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mais je sais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It won't help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que ça n'aidera pas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;On the opposite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au contraire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It would make it worst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ça ne ferait que l'empirer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-1091399232838742697?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/1091399232838742697/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=1091399232838742697' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/1091399232838742697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/1091399232838742697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2008/03/monday-poetry-train-wandering.html' title='Monday Poetry Train - Wandering'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-9052409609769914217</id><published>2008-03-19T17:30:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T23:10:20.456-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nouvelle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picture Fiction Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short story'/><title type='text'>Picture Fiction Challenge</title><content type='html'>The Picture Fiction Challenge is a writting meme were we have to create a story/poem base on a serie of picture. The pictures we have to work with this month are just below.&lt;br /&gt;Due to the lack of time, my entry is kinda of short, and while rereading it for translation, didn't came out as I wanted. I still hope you enjoye it. I've wrote each translation in english after the original paragraph in french. Just follow the green for the short storie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uP7X4CDbD10/R8MlE0fqp7I/AAAAAAAAAlM/pCGn6zTdyAw/s400/002_Random.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uP7X4CDbD10/R8MlE0fqp7I/AAAAAAAAAlM/pCGn6zTdyAw/s400/002_Random.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uP7X4CDbD10/R8MlE0fqp6I/AAAAAAAAAlE/xFs2txeWrOo/s400/002_Item.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uP7X4CDbD10/R8MlE0fqp6I/AAAAAAAAAlE/xFs2txeWrOo/s400/002_Item.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uP7X4CDbD10/R8MlEEfqp3I/AAAAAAAAAks/WCfP9m2jYO8/s400/002_Character.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uP7X4CDbD10/R8MlEUfqp4I/AAAAAAAAAk0/rqgO11XHHGs/s400/002_Objective.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uP7X4CDbD10/R8MlEUfqp4I/AAAAAAAAAk0/rqgO11XHHGs/s400/002_Objective.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uP7X4CDbD10/R8MlEkfqp5I/AAAAAAAAAk8/xT2a8WrY9nQ/s400/002_Setting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uP7X4CDbD10/R8MlEkfqp5I/AAAAAAAAAk8/xT2a8WrY9nQ/s400/002_Setting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pendant toute ma vie, je me suis sentie comme si je n'appartenais pas à ce monde. Comme s'il y avait une partie de moi qui n'était pas là. J'avais longtemps recherché des émotions pouvant remplir ce vide. Rien n'avait marché jusqu'à je mettes la main sur mon premier appareil photo. Lorsque je cherchais un modèle, que je voiais les résultats, j'étais complète. Mon âme m'était finalement revenue à ces moments.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;All my life, I'v efelt like I didn't belong to this world. It was like a part of me was missing. I've search for a long time for emotions to fill up that emptyness. Nothing had work until I held my first camera. When I was searching for a model, when I was looking at the result, I was whole. My soul came back to me at those moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;En devenant adulte, il fut évidant que je deviendrais photographe. ME voici me préparant pour mon prochain contract: poser les photographies pour la sensibilisation des espèces en voie d'instinction. Je devais me rendre au zoo de ma ville, ou se trouvait quelques espèces de ces bêtes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;When I became an adult, it was evident that I would become a photograph. Here I am today, preparing myself for my next contract: take pictures for extinction species sensibilation ad. I had to go to my local zoo, where there was some of those animals species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;J'avais un peu la frouille!Malgré que l'on m'avait dit que ces bêtes étaient domptées, certaines restaient quand même des animaux dangereux. Mais mon côté rebelle aimait bien cette pousée d'adrénaline. Prenant mes choses, je renversais presque le gobelet de Starbucks remplis de &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;M&amp;amp;M verts. Ne demandez pas de questions, longues histoires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little bit scare! Even if I was told that those beasts were tame, some were still dangerous animals. But my rebel side was liking that adrenalin rush. While taking my things, I almost spill up a Starbucks full of green M&amp;amp;M. Don't ask, it's a long story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Arrivée au zoo, je reprenais les dernières nouvelles du concept et de quels animaux nous photographirons aujourd'hui. Première espèce à photographier, le tigre. On me dérigea vers la cage et me donna des consignes de dernières minutes. On me dit que le modèle n'était pas encore tout à fait près, qu'il me restait une dixaine de minutes. Je vérifiais Les meilleurs endroits et les meilleurs angles de lumière. Les bêtes me lurquaient d'un oeil attentif malgré la présence de leurs dompteurs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I've arrive at the zoo, I took the last news on the concepts and which animals we would be shooting out today. First specie to shoot, the tiger. I was directed to its cage and I was gave last minutes security tips. The model wasnt' ready, so i had a couple of minutes. I look for the best place to shoot and the best light angles in those places. The beast were looking at me with an attentive eye even with the presence of their tamers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Le modèle arriva finalement. un choc me parcoura. Si fort que j'eus peur que ça détruise ma caméra. Ce n'était pas une femme...Une homme...Le plus attirant que j'avais jamais vu...Avec un corps de dieu. Il me regarde directement dans les yeux et me sourit. Je fonds...Non! Ressésies-toi, Ève! C'est une relation professionnelle! Tu t,as toujours promis de ne jamais tomber amoureuse d'un de tes modèles! Mais nos regards sont encore accrochés un à l'autre. Je sors de cette envoutement! Je me présente:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The model finaly arrive. A chock went through my body. So strong that I was scare that it would break my camera. It was not a woman...A men... The most attrative one I ever saw...With a god's body. He look directly in my eyes and smile. I was melting...No! Take over yourself, Ève! He is a professionnal relation! You always promise yourself that you will never fall for one of your model! But we were still looking in each other eyes. I step out of that bewitching! I present myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Ève St-Pier, je serai votre photographe aujourd'hui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;-Ève St-Pier, I would be your photograph for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Lucas Thomas. Ravie de faire ta connaisance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;-Lucas Thomas. Nice to meet you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;J'explique le concept et ce que j'ai en tête...À chaque pose, je dois me dire de me concentrer sans cesse. Même après avoir terminé cette série, et ayant d'autres modèles, animaux et humains, de grande beauté, je ne pense qu'à lui. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I explain to him the concept and what I had in mind...During each pose, I had to concentrate. Even when that serie was done, and having other models, animals and humans, of great beauty, I was only thinking about him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Après avoir terminé toutes les photographies, je vais vérifier que tout à bien été, en d'autres mots, un prétexte pour voir s'il est encore dans les environs.À ma grande surprise, les photos sont sensass, malgré mon manque d'attention. Mais,lui, il n'est pas là.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;After all the pictures were taking, I went to check out that everything went well. In other words, a reason to check if he was still around. To my great surprise, all the pictures were great, even with my lack of concentration. But,him, he was not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;J'ai vraiment besoin de me changer d'idée, puisqu'il est toujours dans mes idées. Aller à la plage me ferait du bien. J'enfile vite mon maillot et je plonge à toutes vitesses dans l'océan. J'y nage jusqu'à je ne sente presque plus mes muscles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I really have to change my mind, because he was still on it. going to the beach would do me good. I put on my bathing suit and dive into the ocean. I swim until I could not feel my muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mes toutes ces émotions m'ont donné faim. J'arrête à un bar laitier sur le chemin de retour. Qui je vois en train de commander quelque chose... Lucas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;All of those emotions made me hungry. I stop at a dairy bar on my way home. Who do I see ordering something...Lucas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-9052409609769914217?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/9052409609769914217/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=9052409609769914217' title='9 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/9052409609769914217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/9052409609769914217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2008/03/picture-fiction-challenge.html' title='Picture Fiction Challenge'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uP7X4CDbD10/R8MlE0fqp7I/AAAAAAAAAlM/pCGn6zTdyAw/s72-c/002_Random.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-92732185931692783</id><published>2008-03-17T22:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T21:37:45.302-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday Poetry Train - Pierre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ectqrhzW4TA/R9STTEhsPsI/AAAAAAAABmQ/Zmerc9Ys8L8/s400/stay_in_love_with_my_sorrow_by_Princess_of_Shadows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ectqrhzW4TA/R9STTEhsPsI/AAAAAAAABmQ/Zmerc9Ys8L8/s400/stay_in_love_with_my_sorrow_by_Princess_of_Shadows.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Je t'attendais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I'm waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Appuyée sur cette pierre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Against this rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vêtue de cette robe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Wearing the dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que j'avais prise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;That I pick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avec l'attention &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;With the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;La plus délicate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Delicate attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;D'un noir de jais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Of a jet black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Compétitionant avec celui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Competing with the black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;De ces corbeaux&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Of the crows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Qui ne font&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;That do nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que me tourmenter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;But tourment me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Déchirant les derniers lambeaux&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Tearing the last shreds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;De ce coeur en charpie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Of this heart in fragments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Je me tourne &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lentement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Slowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pour mieux regarder &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;To take a better look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cette pierre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;At this rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Qui me supporte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;That supporte me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glisser mes doigts &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sliding my fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sur son inscription&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;On its inscription&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Les larmes aux yeux&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tears in my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Car elle vient&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Because it has&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;D'épeller&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Spelled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ton nom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-92732185931692783?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/92732185931692783/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=92732185931692783' title='5 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/92732185931692783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/92732185931692783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2008/03/monday-poetry-train-pierre.html' title='Monday Poetry Train - Pierre'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ectqrhzW4TA/R9STTEhsPsI/AAAAAAAABmQ/Zmerc9Ys8L8/s72-c/stay_in_love_with_my_sorrow_by_Princess_of_Shadows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-7852167021099683229</id><published>2008-03-10T18:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T22:34:49.490-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday Poetry Train - Roots</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I wrote this one a week or two ago when I read one of the Poetry Train writer(don't remember which one, but the poem what talking about trees)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je suis là&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I am there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Magestueux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Magestuous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gardez silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Keep quiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Quelques secondes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;A couple of secondes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N'entendez-vous pas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Don't you hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ces milles chuchotements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The thousand of whispers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qui pourraient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;That could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Vous racontez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Des millions d'histoires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Millions of stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Car depuis que ma graine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;because since the moment that my seed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A touché le sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Has touch the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;J'ai vécu plus de cent ans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I've live more than a hundred years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pour mieux vous prouvez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;To proove you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Que je suis à l'épreuve du temps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;That I,ve time proof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-7852167021099683229?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/7852167021099683229/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=7852167021099683229' title='5 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/7852167021099683229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/7852167021099683229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2008/03/monday-poetry-train-roots.html' title='Monday Poetry Train - Roots'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-3943488599588687347</id><published>2008-03-09T19:44:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T19:47:00.986-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>No litterature break</title><content type='html'>I've decided that when I cannot write something, it might be a good idea to have some of those:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 414px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="228" alt="" src="http://www.gayclic.com/img_blog/naked_rugby_league_2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOme might actually give me some inspiration... And who doesn't like to see so handsome men?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS&lt;br /&gt;Guys, do you wants some gals?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-3943488599588687347?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/3943488599588687347/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=3943488599588687347' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/3943488599588687347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/3943488599588687347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-decided-that-when-i-cannot-write.html' title='No litterature break'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-519170393126886921</id><published>2008-03-02T22:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T22:44:37.241-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday Poetry Train - Nul être</title><content type='html'>Nul être /No being&lt;br /&gt;Ose me regarder /Dares to look at me&lt;br /&gt;Nul être / No being&lt;br /&gt;Ose me voir tel que je suis/ Dares to see me as I am&lt;br /&gt;Mais qui suis-je /But who am I&lt;br /&gt;Pour vous juger / To judge you&lt;br /&gt;Moi /Me&lt;br /&gt;Qui vous rend/ That makes you&lt;br /&gt;Aveugle /Blind&lt;br /&gt;Vous pique /By stinging you&lt;br /&gt;De la folie passagère /With the temporary madness&lt;br /&gt;Des jambes en l'air /Of legs up in the air&lt;br /&gt;Mais semble-t-il /But it may looks&lt;br /&gt;Je suis ici /Like I'm here&lt;br /&gt;Pour rester /To stay&lt;br /&gt;Jusqu'à /Until&lt;br /&gt;La fin /The end&lt;br /&gt;Dont je serai /That I would have&lt;br /&gt;Peut-être /Maybe&lt;br /&gt;Responsable/ Be responsable of&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-519170393126886921?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/519170393126886921/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=519170393126886921' title='4 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/519170393126886921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/519170393126886921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2008/02/nul-tre-ose-me-regarder-nul-tre-ose-me.html' title='Monday Poetry Train - Nul être'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-2334746369329421323</id><published>2008-02-25T21:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T22:19:33.503-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday Poetry Train - L'ennuie</title><content type='html'>L'ennuie /Boredom&lt;br /&gt;Cette chose qui m'est devenue si familière/ That thing that has become so familiar to me&lt;br /&gt;Moi qui hais ca, la monotomie /Me who hate monotomy&lt;br /&gt;Routine est devenue mon ennemie / Routine has become my ennemy&lt;br /&gt;Malgré son omniprésence dans ma vie/Even with her constant presence in my life&lt;br /&gt;J'ai les pieds dans le béton/My feet are in concrete&lt;br /&gt;M,empêchant de m'en sortir/ Preventing me to get out of this&lt;br /&gt;Personne ne m'aide/ Nobody is helping me&lt;br /&gt;Tout devient un cercle vicieux/ All becomes a vicious circle&lt;br /&gt;Rien pour m'empêcher/ Nothing to prevent&lt;br /&gt;De tomber à nouveau/ To fall again&lt;br /&gt;DAns la monotomie/ In the Monotomy&lt;br /&gt;De l'ennuie/ Of boredom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-2334746369329421323?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/2334746369329421323/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=2334746369329421323' title='4 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/2334746369329421323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/2334746369329421323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2008/02/monday-poetry-train-lennuie.html' title='Monday Poetry Train - L&apos;ennuie'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-8448051975498337823</id><published>2008-02-18T17:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T22:01:25.995-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday Poetry Train -Bad boy Syndrome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33fb5V1Mm3c/R6FcYFzWRlI/AAAAAAAADz8/rLumQqzaPkk/s400/08_anth%20jacket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33fb5V1Mm3c/R6FcYFzWRlI/AAAAAAAADz8/rLumQqzaPkk/s400/08_anth%2520jacket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know /Je sais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all had that/Nous avons toutes eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This bad boy syndrome /Le syndrome du mauvais garçon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you are just /Mais tu es juste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another that makes me / Un autre qui me fait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Want to indulge / Vouloir sucomber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more time /Une autre fois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a taste of your salty skin / Au goût salé de ta peau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For sight of your eyes / Pour ton regard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deep as a sky /Bleu comme le ciel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I would feel you / Quand je te sentirai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving inside me / Bouger à l'intérieur de moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you / Peux-tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Convice me /Me convaincre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To fall once more / De tomber une autre fois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For that danger / À ce danger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-8448051975498337823?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/8448051975498337823/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=8448051975498337823' title='6 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/8448051975498337823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/8448051975498337823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2008/02/monday-poetry-train-bad-boy-syndrome.html' title='Monday Poetry Train -Bad boy Syndrome'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33fb5V1Mm3c/R6FcYFzWRlI/AAAAAAAADz8/rLumQqzaPkk/s72-c/08_anth%2520jacket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-7628527172269552067</id><published>2008-02-11T18:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T18:08:43.731-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday Poetry Train - Brise</title><content type='html'>Tu es là / You are here&lt;br /&gt;Omniprésent/ Always there&lt;br /&gt;Comme un vieux caroussel/Like an old caroussel&lt;br /&gt;Qui ne tourne plus/ That doesn't turn no more&lt;br /&gt;Emmène-moi avec toi/ Take me with you&lt;br /&gt;Peu importe ou tu voudras/ No matter where you want&lt;br /&gt;Ta douceur me bècera/ Your softness will rock me&lt;br /&gt;Mais combien d'autres/ But how many others&lt;br /&gt;As-tu fait danser rageusement/ Did you make dance in rage&lt;br /&gt;Mais pour moi/ But for me&lt;br /&gt;Tu seras toujours/ You will always be&lt;br /&gt;Que ma douce brise/ A soft breeze&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-7628527172269552067?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/7628527172269552067/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=7628527172269552067' title='7 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/7628527172269552067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/7628527172269552067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2008/02/monday-poetry-train-brise.html' title='Monday Poetry Train - Brise'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-484961911248620425</id><published>2008-02-05T18:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T18:37:47.587-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The world of bloggers!</title><content type='html'>So I was taking a shower, the other day, and I had this idea(If you didn't notice, a lot of my idea come in the shower, I need to buy somekind of paper I can write in it with!):&lt;br /&gt;Somebody should travel around the world(I know, nothing new there!) and tell the world throught the eyes of bloggers!!&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that one par of your job would be going through blog, and reading them to have the more diversity of person from each place on earth.&lt;br /&gt;The other part would be visiting place throught the globe .&lt;br /&gt;Somebody want to finance the projet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-484961911248620425?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/484961911248620425/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=484961911248620425' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/484961911248620425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/484961911248620425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2008/02/world-of-bloggers.html' title='The world of bloggers!'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-7162215629214500923</id><published>2008-01-28T12:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T15:30:28.233-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday poetry train - untittle</title><content type='html'>So I was looking at something while writing this one. Can you guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je suis là/Here I am&lt;br /&gt;À te regarder/Watching you&lt;br /&gt;Vestige d'un rêve passé/Relic of a past dream&lt;br /&gt;Comme si jamais je n'avais existé/Like if I never existed&lt;br /&gt;Et mon voisin/ And my neighbor&lt;br /&gt;Qui a été la célébration / That was the celebration&lt;br /&gt;De cette naissance/ Of that birth&lt;br /&gt;Si longtemps attendue / that was for so long expected&lt;br /&gt;Mais voilà que maintenant/ But here that now&lt;br /&gt;Nous séchons/ We are drying&lt;br /&gt;Comme si jamais nous avions/ Like if we never have&lt;br /&gt;Donner une nouvelle vie/ Give a new life&lt;br /&gt;À cette pièce / To that room&lt;br /&gt;Qui était comme morte/ That was like dead&lt;br /&gt;Maintenant nous séchons / Now we are drying&lt;br /&gt;À jamais oublié/ Forever forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Car nous n'avons/Because we din't have&lt;br /&gt;Aucune utilité/ Any use&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-7162215629214500923?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/7162215629214500923/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=7162215629214500923' title='5 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/7162215629214500923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/7162215629214500923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2008/01/monday-poetry-train-untittle.html' title='Monday poetry train - untittle'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-5092491296562914178</id><published>2008-01-21T18:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T15:27:28.813-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday Poetry Train - La mer</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This I wrote thinking about a time that we saw one of the contestan of Star Académie on the beach near her place. We were wondering if it was her. But since she has been away from her place for so long, when we figure out it was actually her, we prefer to let her have this peace moement!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elle regarde la mer/ She is looking at the sea&lt;br /&gt;Admire sa douceur/Admiring its beauty&lt;br /&gt;Laisse entrer son calme/ Letting its calmness enter&lt;br /&gt;Dans chaque pore de son corps/In each pore of her body&lt;br /&gt;Cette mer qui lui a manqué/That sea she has been missing&lt;br /&gt;Ces douces vagues/ Those soft waves&lt;br /&gt;Qui berçaient la tumulte/ That rock the commmotion&lt;br /&gt;Des derniers mois/Of the last months&lt;br /&gt;Son rêve/ Her dream&lt;br /&gt;Lui a couté/ Have cost her&lt;br /&gt;Le doux bercement du vent/ The sweet rocking of the wind&lt;br /&gt;Dans ces cheveux dorés/ In her golden hair&lt;br /&gt;Et nous/ And us&lt;br /&gt;Nous n'osons la déranger/ We don't dare to disturb her&lt;br /&gt;Dans cet instant d'intimité/In that intimity moment&lt;br /&gt;Avec cet amour/ With this love&lt;br /&gt;Que la majorité des Acadiens connaisse/ That most Acadians know&lt;br /&gt;La mer/ The sea&lt;br /&gt;Qui nous coule dans les veines/ That flow in our veins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-5092491296562914178?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/5092491296562914178/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=5092491296562914178' title='11 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/5092491296562914178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/5092491296562914178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2008/02/monday-poetry-train-la-mer.html' title='Monday Poetry Train - La mer'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-2734685717469448226</id><published>2008-01-08T20:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T21:03:16.006-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>Titillate your Taste-buds Tuesday</title><content type='html'>This is another recipe from sparkrecipes.com .&lt;br /&gt;When I've tried this this week, it taste almost like an apple pie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Apple rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 apples&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 cups of apple juice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 cups if fast cooking white rice(I've use Minute Rice)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 tbsp of butter or margarine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dice your apple in little square&lt;br /&gt;Put them in a dipper with the apple juice&lt;br /&gt;Bring it to the boiling point&lt;br /&gt;Add the rice&lt;br /&gt;Cover and stop the heat(or keep it very low)&lt;br /&gt;When ready, fluff with the butter.&lt;br /&gt;Makes 8 servings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-2734685717469448226?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/2734685717469448226/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=2734685717469448226' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/2734685717469448226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/2734685717469448226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2008/01/titillate-your-taste-buds-tuesday.html' title='Titillate your Taste-buds Tuesday'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-8648295318384649415</id><published>2008-01-07T19:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T18:37:47.458-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday poetry train - Fighter</title><content type='html'>Why is it so hard /Pourquoi est-ce si dur&lt;br /&gt;For you men /Pour vous les hommes&lt;br /&gt;To admit /D'admettre&lt;br /&gt;That as little as I am /Que peu importe comment petite suis-je&lt;br /&gt;As lady like that I might be /Peu importe comment dame je suis&lt;br /&gt;That I still kick as hard as any of you /Que je peux frapper aussi fort que vous&lt;br /&gt;How can you not be men enough /Pourquoi ne pouvez-vous pas être suffisament homme&lt;br /&gt;To admit that I hurt you /Pour admettre que je peux vous faire mal&lt;br /&gt;When I don't have a problem /Quand j'ai aucun problème&lt;br /&gt;Doing it when it is you /À le faire lorsque vous le faites&lt;br /&gt;That I might be fearless /Que je peux être sans peur&lt;br /&gt;And look you straight in the eyes /Et regarder droit dans vos yeux&lt;br /&gt;That my feminity /Que ma féminité&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't make me less of a warior/Ne fait pas de moi un guerrier moins puissant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-8648295318384649415?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/8648295318384649415/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=8648295318384649415' title='4 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/8648295318384649415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/8648295318384649415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2008/01/monday-poetry-train-fighter.html' title='Monday poetry train - Fighter'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-3551823426234937169</id><published>2007-12-24T20:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T21:01:41.759-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monbday Poetry Train - L'Arbre</title><content type='html'>Looking at the Tree/Regardant l'Arbre&lt;br /&gt;With Sparkle in their eyes/ Avec des étincelles dans leurs yeux&lt;br /&gt;Seeing their reflection/ Voyant leur réflection&lt;br /&gt;In the the icy ornements/ Dans les décorations scintillantes&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what could be / Se demandant ce qu'il peut&lt;br /&gt;Hidden inside these boxes/ Y avoir de cacher dans ces boites&lt;br /&gt;Asking us/ Nous demandant&lt;br /&gt;How many time/ Oh, combien de fois&lt;br /&gt;Is left before that Day/ Reste-t-il de temps avant ce Jour&lt;br /&gt;Could they turn on the light/ Peuvent-ils allumer les lumières&lt;br /&gt;What would they leave for Santa/ Que resteront-ils au Père Noël&lt;br /&gt;Tonight/ Ce soir&lt;br /&gt;In a last prayer/Dans une dernière prière&lt;br /&gt;They wish for everyone well being/ Ils souhaitent pour le bien être de tous&lt;br /&gt;But there is only one thing on their mind/Mais dans leur esprit, une seule chose&lt;br /&gt;Is tomorrow/ Demain&lt;br /&gt;When they would / Quand ils pourront&lt;br /&gt;Finally/ Finallement&lt;br /&gt;Open those presents/ Ouvrir ces cadeaux&lt;br /&gt;Under the Tree/ Sous l'Arbre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-3551823426234937169?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/3551823426234937169/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=3551823426234937169' title='10 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/3551823426234937169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/3551823426234937169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2007/12/monbday-poetry-train-larbre.html' title='Monbday Poetry Train - L&apos;Arbre'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-4867489671849393400</id><published>2007-12-18T17:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T17:32:01.836-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>Titillate your Taste-buds Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Cream of Musroom Rice Casserole&lt;br /&gt;-Cook some of your favorite vegetables(For this recipe, I almost always use carrots slices and corn)&lt;br /&gt;-Put them so they covert the bottom of a casserole dish, at about half of the hight of this one!&lt;br /&gt;- Cook some fast cooking rice( Like Minute Rice)( I made about 1 1/2 - 2 cups)&lt;br /&gt;- Pour some cream of mushroom(condense) over the rice&lt;br /&gt;-Cook in the oven until the cream of mushroom is a little bit brownish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-4867489671849393400?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/4867489671849393400/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=4867489671849393400' title='4 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/4867489671849393400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/4867489671849393400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2007/12/titillate-your-taste-buds-tuesday_18.html' title='Titillate your Taste-buds Tuesday'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-5307760984337105457</id><published>2007-12-17T18:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T17:31:55.763-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday Poetry Train - Soul</title><content type='html'>I will not take any soul captive /Je ne tiendrai aucune âme prisionnière&lt;br /&gt;Because a soul must be free /Car une âme doit être libre&lt;br /&gt;Free will must be its burden / Son fardeau sera son libre arbitre&lt;br /&gt;No chain must entrap it / Aucune chaîne doit l'emprissoner&lt;br /&gt;Not even a kiss /Même pas un baiser&lt;br /&gt;From gentle lips /De tendres lèvres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some will say / Certains diront&lt;br /&gt;That your lover should hold your heart/ Que ton amoureux doit être teneur de ton coeur&lt;br /&gt;But since the heart/ Mais puisque le coeur&lt;br /&gt;Is strongly connected to the soul/ Est extrêmement connecté à l'âme&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't that be/ Ne serais-ce&lt;br /&gt;Keeping a piece of the soul captive/ Tenir une partie de l'âme captive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then/ Mais&lt;br /&gt;If a love can make the soul bloom/ Si l'amour peut permettre à l'âme de s'épanouir&lt;br /&gt;No chain will keep that soul captive/ Aucune chaine ne pourra emprisonner cette âme&lt;br /&gt;Even if I try/Même si j'essaie&lt;br /&gt;To steal your heart/De voler ton coeur&lt;br /&gt;I will not take any soul captive/Je ne tiendrai aucune âme captive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-5307760984337105457?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/5307760984337105457/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=5307760984337105457' title='9 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/5307760984337105457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/5307760984337105457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2007/12/monday-poetry-train-soul.html' title='Monday Poetry Train - Soul'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-3568364336089160452</id><published>2007-12-10T11:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T20:30:01.699-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Monday Poetry Train - Plaisir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So here is Du plaisir from the musical Don Juan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BqjdEhNE1Zo&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je veux le corps des femmes/I want women's body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Et la guitare des musiciens/And the guitar of musicians&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;La peau d'une sultane/ The skin of a sultane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Encore humide sous mes mains/Still wet under my hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Je veux sentir les flammes de leurs désirs jusqu'au matin/ I want to feel the flammes of their desire until the morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Je veux que sous mon charme/I want that under my charm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Elles se sentent bien/ They feel good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Je veux que l'on me serve encore des bouteilles de vin/ I want to be serve more vines bottles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Versez les sur leurs corp que je les boive sur leurs seins/Pour them on their body so I can drink it off their breast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Je veux rester la nuit/ I want to stay the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;J'aurais pas besoin de dormir/ I will not need to sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tant qu'il y aura ici/ As long that there is here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Des femmes et du plaisir/ Some women and some pleasure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{Refrain:}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Du plaisir, c'est bien tout ce que je veux/Some pleasure, it is all that I want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Du plaisir, pour en allumer les feux/ Some pleasure, for starting some fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Et laisser dans un soupir/ And leave in a whisper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quelques gouttes de plaisir/ A few drops of pleasure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Je veux le corps des femmes/ I want women's body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Et la musique jusqu'au matin/And some music until the morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Les yeux d'une gitane/ The eyes of a gypsie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pour que je leur fasse du bien/ So I can make them good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jouez, jouez encore sur vos guitares/Play, play once more of your guitars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Versez du vinjouez, jouez plus fort/ Pour some vines, play, play more loud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pour que je prenne jusqu'à demain.../ So I can take until tomorrow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{Refrain:}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Du plaisir, c'est bien tout ce que je veux/Some pleasure, it is all that I want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Du plaisir, pour en allumer les feux/Some pleasure, so I can start some fires&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Et laisser dans un soupir/ And leave in a whisper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quelques gouttes de plaisir/ A few drops of pleasure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{Refrain:}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Du plaisir, c'est bien tout ce que je veux/Some pleasure, it is all that I want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Du plaisir, pour en allumer les feux/Some pleasure, so I can start some fires&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Et laisser dans un soupir/And leave in a whisper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quelques gouttes de plaisir/A few drops of pleasure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here another song called plaisir, by the respectables! I've already share the lyrics with you! I think there is another song with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WWXrH0NOryw&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-3568364336089160452?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/3568364336089160452/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=3568364336089160452' title='7 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/3568364336089160452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/3568364336089160452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2007/12/monday-poetry-train-plaisir.html' title='Monday Poetry Train - Plaisir'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-4574787047863674788</id><published>2007-12-04T22:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T22:28:10.920-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>Titillate your Taste-buds Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Since I'm feeling lazy today, and I'm kind of getting tired, here is my recipe:&lt;br /&gt;Jill's PB&amp;amp;J&lt;br /&gt;Take some fresh slice of bread&lt;br /&gt;Spread some Smooth Kraft peanut butter. A thick portion!!&lt;br /&gt;After, put some Rasberry Light Double Fruit jam.&lt;br /&gt;EAt with some cold glass of milk and Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;To have all food group, I like to add up some baby carrot to the plate, but don't eat them with the PB&amp;amp;J, it shouldn't be good!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-4574787047863674788?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/4574787047863674788/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=4574787047863674788' title='4 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/4574787047863674788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/4574787047863674788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2007/12/titillate-your-taste-buds-tuesday.html' title='Titillate your Taste-buds Tuesday'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-8998045065222878982</id><published>2007-12-03T12:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T12:48:20.039-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday poetry train - L'amour</title><content type='html'>This is something I found this week while going some through old stuff. I probably wrote that during university. I was pretty sure at was bored at that moment, either in class or doing some homework! And seems like I was mad against a guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'amour.../Love...&lt;br /&gt;Qu'est-ce que c'est?/ What is it?&lt;br /&gt;Un sentiment?/A feeling?&lt;br /&gt;Un outil de torture?/A torture weapon?&lt;br /&gt;Ou la plus belle chose au monde?/Or the greatest thing on earth?&lt;br /&gt;Le saurons-nous jamais?/Should we ever know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour l'instant, nous sommes si proche de l'extase/For this very instant, we are so close from ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;L'instant d'après, nous tombons au fond du gouffre/ The moment after, we fall at the bottom of the abyss&lt;br /&gt;Un touché peut nous faire hérisser les poils/ A touch can make our hair rise&lt;br /&gt;Ou une caresse, autre chose/ Or a caress, something else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La recheche de l'orgasme/ The search for orgasm&lt;br /&gt;Nous force à faire semblant/ Force us to fake&lt;br /&gt;Serais-ce qu'une comédie/ Would this be a comedy&lt;br /&gt;Pour ne pas déplaire à l'autre?/ To pleasure the other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que de nuits ai-je passées/ How many night did I pass&lt;br /&gt;À penser à ce mot/Thinking about this word&lt;br /&gt;À m'imaginer/ Imagining myself&lt;br /&gt;Dans les bras de mon doux amants/In the soft arm of my lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais le matin/But in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Quand les doux rayons du soleil/When the sun soft rays&lt;br /&gt;Frappent ma fenêtre/ Knock on my window&lt;br /&gt;Je réalise/ I realise&lt;br /&gt;Que ceci n'est pas réalité/ That this is not reality&lt;br /&gt;Que c'est un échellon que je dois atteindre/ This is a rung I have to reach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je dois réveiller ce qui se trouve derrière ses yeux doux/ I have to wake up what is hidding behind his soft eyes&lt;br /&gt;Libérer cette tension, qui est à doubles tranchants/ Unleash this tension, that is at  double cutting edge&lt;br /&gt;Pour vivre comme je l'entends/ So I can live as I want&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-8998045065222878982?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/8998045065222878982/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=8998045065222878982' title='11 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/8998045065222878982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/8998045065222878982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2007/12/monday-poetry-train-lamour.html' title='Monday poetry train - L&apos;amour'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-7918347589724546795</id><published>2007-11-28T11:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T16:35:18.461-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Notre Dame de Paris'/><title type='text'>Notre Dame de Paris</title><content type='html'>Song 1- Le temps des Cathédrales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HdNouRNk-9s&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song 5 - Esmeralda, Tu sais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LqaomaGGo9s&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song 13- Tentative d'enlèvement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CmTaOV7DVq8&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song 16 - Déchiré&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r7vN2RL0te4&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song 19- Belle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aBXeXBpTVOk&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-7918347589724546795?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/7918347589724546795/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=7918347589724546795' title='4 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/7918347589724546795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/7918347589724546795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2007/11/notre-dame-de-paris.html' title='Notre Dame de Paris'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-1385972715671651558</id><published>2007-11-27T10:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T12:29:37.358-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>Titillate your Taste-buds Tuesday</title><content type='html'>So today, I'm sharing my favorite cookie recipe/Donc aujourd'hui, je partage ma recette de biscuits favorite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Orange cookies/ Biscuits à l'orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 tasse de margarine ou du beurre/cup of margarine or butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 tasse de sucre blanc/cup of white sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 oeuf/egg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1c. à thé de vanille/tsp of vanilla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2c. à table de jus d'orange/ tbsp of orange juice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 c. à thé de pelure d'orange rapée/tsp of grated orange peel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 3/4 tasses de farine/ cup of white flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;une pincée de sel/one pinch of salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1/2 c. à thé de poudre à pâte/tsp of baking powder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1/2c. à thé de soda /tsp of baking soda&lt;/div&gt;-Mélangez les ingrédients secs/&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Mix the dry ingredients&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rapez la pelure d'une orange(elle vous donnera environ la cuillère à thé)/&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Grate the peel of an orange(it should be enought for one tea spoon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pressez l'orange pour vous donnez le jus nécessaire(ajoutez-en au besoin)/&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Press the orange to have the juice needed(add some if needed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ajoutez le beure ou la margarine ainsi que l'oeuf et la vanille/&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Add the butter or margarine, the egg and the vanilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bien mélanger jusqu'à homogène/&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mix until smooth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Roulez la pâte et utilisez vos emporte-pièce préférés./&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Roll the dough and use your favorite cookie cutter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cuires de 6 à 10 minutes à 350 F(Faites attention, ça fait longtemps que je n'en ai pas fait)/&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cook for 6 to 10 minutes at 350 F(Be carefull it's been a while since I made &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;them)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appréciez/Enjoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-1385972715671651558?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/1385972715671651558/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=1385972715671651558' title='5 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/1385972715671651558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/1385972715671651558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2007/11/titillate-your-taste-buds-tuesday.html' title='Titillate your Taste-buds Tuesday'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-8691393658448388680</id><published>2007-11-25T01:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T21:28:25.138-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday poetry train - Bain de vapeur</title><content type='html'>Mes vêtements joncent le sol/My clothes are on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Je suis à nue/ I'm bared naked&lt;br /&gt;Mais personne ne possedera ce soir/ But no one will posses me tonight&lt;br /&gt;Sauf cette eau/ Except this water&lt;br /&gt;Qui se faufile dans les moindres replis de ma peau/That slip in each fold of my skin&lt;br /&gt;Qui caresse le creu de mes hanches/ That caress the creek of my hips&lt;br /&gt;Qui me plonge dans un état comateux/ Drown me in that comatic state&lt;br /&gt;La chaleur de cette eau/ The heat of this water&lt;br /&gt;Me couvre de sa douceur/ Surounds me with its gentleness&lt;br /&gt;LEs vapeurs odirifiques/ Those odirific vapors&lt;br /&gt;Me rappelle le goût des fraises/ Recall me of the taste of strawberries&lt;br /&gt;Sur le rebord de tes lèvres/ On the edge of your lips&lt;br /&gt;Mais dans un instant/ But in a moment&lt;br /&gt;Tous ces sentiments/ All those emotions&lt;br /&gt;S'évaderont/ Will escape&lt;br /&gt;Avec l'eau qui s'enfuira/ With the water that will run&lt;br /&gt;Dans le tuyau d'écoulement/ Down the drain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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vapeur'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-818209863203613273</id><published>2007-11-20T15:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:22:57.546-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>(Y didn't find a name yet...) - Pet de soeur</title><content type='html'>So yes, you've read it right(for those who can rad french) the recipe's name is Nun's fart. This is an Acadian dish, and probably the most known one. So here how we do it at my place.&lt;br /&gt;Et oui, le plat que je vous présente s'appelle bien Pet de Soeur. C,est un des plats typiquement acadien, et probablement celui qui est le plus connu. Donc, voici comment on le prépare chez nous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pet de soeur(or like we call them at my place/ou comme on les appelle chez moi:Ramezé)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dough/Pâte:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-3 1/2 cup of flour/tasses de farine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-2 tsp of Baking Powder/ c. à thé de poudre à pâte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- 1 dash of salt/ pincée de sel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-3/4 cup of butter or margarine/tasse de beurre ou de margarine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-water /eau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix well all the ingredient/Bien mélanger tout les igrédients&lt;br /&gt;Roll it until about 1cm thick/ Applatir jusqu'à la pâte a une épaisseur d'environ 1 cm&lt;br /&gt;Springle with cinnamon(spread it if needed)/ Saupoudrer de la canelle(étaler au besoin)&lt;br /&gt;Rollover the dough so you have a cylindar like for/Rouler pour obtenir une forme cylindrique&lt;br /&gt;Cut it in about 2 cm thick ring/Couper en rondelle d'environ 2 cm d'épaisseur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;SAuce&lt;/span&gt;( iusualy double the sauce/je double la sauce, habituellement)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-2 cup of brown sugar/tasse de casonnade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-2 cup of water/tasses d'eau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-1 tsp of vanilla/c. a thé de vanille&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix together until sugar is disolve/Mélanger jusqu'à que le sucre soit dissout&lt;br /&gt;Put sauce in a deep dish pan(Lasagna like dish)/Vider la sauce dans un plat profond(comme un plat à lasagne)&lt;br /&gt;Put the dough ring in it in a single layer/ Déposer les rondelles de pâte dans le plat en une étage unique&lt;br /&gt;Cook until dough is starting to be goldish and firm and sauce start to boil over it(About 30-45 minutes at 350 C)/ Cuire jusqu'à la pâte soit doré et ferme et que la sauce boue au-dessus(environ de 30-45 minutes à 350 C)&lt;br /&gt;Enjoye with a tall glass of milk!/ Apprécier avec un grand verre de lait!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-818209863203613273?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/818209863203613273/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=818209863203613273' title='7 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/818209863203613273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/818209863203613273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2007/11/y-didnt-find-name-yet-pet-de-soeur.html' title='(Y didn&apos;t find a name yet...) - Pet de soeur'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-2089580126323953746</id><published>2007-11-19T12:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T21:12:59.887-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday poetry train - Accent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So the two post for today, I wrote them like 2 years ago. This poem has already been posted on this blog before, but it was my first real post on Jill l'Acadienne. I was so mad, because my supevisor for my last praticum just said to me that my talking and writting, the french part of it, was too bad to teach. And to make thing even worst, she said it would be good to go during a session in french immersion!! I classed during my first year in university in the Langue Écrite IV(written french IV). The other post was a serie of stories beginning that I probably wrote to prove her wrong and get the frustration out!! Enjoy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;J'ai écris ce poème après que l'on ait critiqué ardement mon accent acadien, que l'on trouvait trop prononcé. Ironie dans cela, c'est, que selon les personnes qui m'ont critiquée, frète était acceptable pour froid, mais avoire et voire ne l'étaient pas pour avoir et voir!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;À quoi ça sert de vivre dans un monde où l’on perd nos origines&lt;br /&gt;Seule chose qui nous retient au pays de nos racines&lt;br /&gt;Où tout est illusion ou hypocrisie&lt;br /&gt;Où l’on doit cacher la vraie essence de notre être&lt;br /&gt;Où l’on perd notre accent si chaleureux et varié&lt;br /&gt;Au nom d’un français plus correct&lt;br /&gt;Dans un monde où l’on nous dit de se battre contre l’assimilation&lt;br /&gt;Mais où il se passe dans nos salles de classe&lt;br /&gt;Où les préjugés dominent&lt;br /&gt;Où l’on doit calculer chaque geste que l’on fait&lt;br /&gt;Où l’on doit se définir comme une seule chose&lt;br /&gt;Où l’argent mène nos dirigeants&lt;br /&gt;Où l’on ne sait pas se parler&lt;br /&gt;Où la seule solution trouvée est les armes&lt;br /&gt;Où des innocents meurent au nom de la liberté et la paix&lt;br /&gt;Où on bafoue les opinions de certains&lt;br /&gt;Parce que leurs différences sont trop prononcées&lt;br /&gt;Où l’on néglige nos enfants&lt;br /&gt;Où ces mêmes enfants ont un manque d’amour&lt;br /&gt;Ceci pour avoir une bonne carrière ou être le premier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N'oubliez pas que l'on a tous des accents, peu importe d'ou l'on vient et de l'éducation que nous avons eu!! Les accents sont, et font, la richesse de notre langue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have wrote this poem after someone critize my acadian accent that was too much pronouce, according to them! the irony in all that is that they accepted frète for froid(cold) but it was not acceptable to say avoire and voire for avoir(to have) and voir(see). I'll try my best to translate this poem , but it might be hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is the point to live in a world where we are loosing our origines&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that link us to this our native country&lt;br /&gt;Where all is illusion and hypocrisy&lt;br /&gt;Where we have to hide the true nature of ourself&lt;br /&gt;Where we are loosing our warn accent that has so much variety&lt;br /&gt;At the glory of a better french&lt;br /&gt;In a world where we fight to stop assimilation&lt;br /&gt;But it happens in the classroom&lt;br /&gt;Where prejudice is king&lt;br /&gt;Where we have to calculate every thing we do&lt;br /&gt;Where we have to define ourself to only one thing&lt;br /&gt;Where money rules our rulers&lt;br /&gt;Where we don't know how to speak to each other&lt;br /&gt;Where the only solution is weapon&lt;br /&gt;Where innocents die in the name of liberty and peace&lt;br /&gt;We shut down one opinion&lt;br /&gt;Where we don't take care of our children&lt;br /&gt;Where our children don't have enough love&lt;br /&gt;For the name of a good carreer or to be the first&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget that we all have an accent , no matter where we come from and the education that we had!! Accents are the richness of a language!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-2089580126323953746?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/2089580126323953746/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=2089580126323953746' title='16 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/2089580126323953746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/2089580126323953746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2007/11/monday-poetry-train-accent.html' title='Monday poetry train - Accent'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-5069397795898844915</id><published>2007-11-19T12:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T21:20:23.396-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short story'/><title type='text'>Monday poetry train - Le sommet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So this story is just starting, I really forgot what it was going to follow!! Damn stupid me, I should have made notes, then!!(English version follow in blue!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il regardait cette montagne qui signifiait tout pour lui. Cette montagne qui signifiait tant de promesses, tant d’espoir, mais tant d’êtres chers perdus. Montagne qui se dressait si haute devant lui, mais en même temps semblait si petite à côté des embûches qu’il avait vécues ces derniers mois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan vérifia son équipement, appliqua de la craie sur ses doigts et commença sa montée vers ce sommet. Cherchant sa première prise, celle qui commencerait cette épopée vers un but qu’il ne voyait plus. La première chose à laquelle s’accrocher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Une voiture, contenant un nombre fou de cartons s’arrête devant un immeuble splendide, mais d’un vieux style en roche. Deux jeunes hommes sortirent de cette voiture. Un grand ténébreux aux yeux bleus regardait cet endroit où il venait de mettre les pieds. Le blond, au sourire facile, semblait ne plus se contenir.&lt;br /&gt;- Regarde cet endroit, Ryan! Voici note harem! Voici notre terrain de jeu! Voici notre maison! Imagine, plus de parents, plus de couvre-feu et des fêtes et de l’alcool à profusion. À vrai dire : LE PARADIS SUR TERRE!!!!, dit ce dernier&lt;br /&gt;- Calme toi, Miguel! On va débuter par trouver notre chambre de résidence, y transporter nos choses, et par la suite, on pourra faire connaissance avec notre nouveau milieu.&lt;br /&gt;- Première chose à apporter, notre frigo! On y déposera notre eau, notre jus et bien sûr : notre bière!!!! Non non non, où doit-on aller pour nos clées déjà???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- À la réception de notre résidence. La réception devrait être juste à l’entrée du couloir principal que l’on peut accéder par l’entrée principale.&lt;br /&gt;-Mais c’est laquelle? Juste sur cette façade, j’en vois au moins cinq.&lt;br /&gt;- Je suppose que c’est celle au centre de l’immeuble où il y a une pancarte : « Bienvenue. Entrée principale. »&lt;br /&gt;- Ouais, dit simplement comme cela… Allons-y.&lt;br /&gt;- Oui, mais apportons au moins un de nos sacs, ça nous sauvera un aller-retour à notre chambre. Ils se dirigent vers l’automobile, prennent chacun un sac et se dirigent vers la porte où se retrouve la pancarte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;He was looking at the mountain that meant so much to him. That mountain that meant all the promesses, so much hope, but so much lost love one. Mountain that rose so high in front of him, but at the same time, seems so small besides all the things that he did go throught the last months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ryan checks his equipment, applies some chalk on his fingers and start his ascent for the top. Searching for his first hold, the one that would start this epic to a goal that he didn't see anymore. The first thing to hold on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A car, containing a great number of box stop by a old beautiful building, with a stone facade. Two young men are stepping out of it. One talk, dark with blue eyes that was looking to the place he just step in. The blond one, with an easy smile, seems to not be able to contain himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;-Look at this place, Ryan!! Here is our harem!! Our play place!! Our home!! Imagine, no more parents, no more curfew and plenty parties and alcohol. To say the truth: PARADISE ON EARTH!! told the blond one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;-Calm down, Miguel! We gonna start by getting out dorm room, and take our stuff there, and then, we can meet with our next place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;-First thing, we have to take the fridge! We can put in it our water, our juice and certainly our beer!!! No no no, where do we have to go for our keys, again??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;-At the dorm reception. The reception should be in the entry of the main hall, that we can go throught by the main entrance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;-But that is which one?? Just on this face, I see five entries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;-I suppose that it is the one in the middle of the building that has a bord with:"Welcome. Main entrance".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;-Yup, this is kind of simply said...Let's go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;-Yes, but we better bring one of our bags, that will save us one trip to our room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;They go back to the car, take each a bag and go to the door where the bord was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-5069397795898844915?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/5069397795898844915/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=5069397795898844915' title='4 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/5069397795898844915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/5069397795898844915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2007/11/monday-poetry-train-le-sommet.html' title='Monday poetry train - Le sommet'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-4110792133887043616</id><published>2007-11-13T16:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T16:55:45.718-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Immobile/Still</title><content type='html'>Attendre/Waiting&lt;br /&gt;Quoi d'autre/ For what else&lt;br /&gt;Que le temps passe/To time to pass&lt;br /&gt;À savoir/Not knowing&lt;br /&gt;S'ils ont oublié/If they forgot us&lt;br /&gt;Immobilité/ Still&lt;br /&gt;Qui ne veut que s'arrêter/That only want to stop&lt;br /&gt;LEs fourmis ne font que s'agiter/Ants running&lt;br /&gt;Mes pieds ne peuvent/ My feet cannot&lt;br /&gt;S'empêcher de frapper/Help themself but to hit&lt;br /&gt;Le sol au son de la chanson/The ground to the sound of the song&lt;br /&gt;Que je fredonne/I've been humming&lt;br /&gt;Pour seul passe-temps/For only hobby&lt;br /&gt;Mon impatience/My impatience&lt;br /&gt;Pour divertisement/ For entertainement&lt;br /&gt;Un bel homme/ A handsome man&lt;br /&gt;Passant à toutes les heures/ Passing at each hour&lt;br /&gt;Mais pourquoi devons nous rester immobiles/ But why do we have to stay still&lt;br /&gt;Dans cette salle d'attendre/In this waiting room&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-4110792133887043616?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/4110792133887043616/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=4110792133887043616' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/4110792133887043616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/4110792133887043616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2007/11/immobilestill.html' title='Immobile/Still'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-2985933507464949803</id><published>2007-11-12T18:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T19:31:33.082-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday poetry train - Fallen angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33fb5V1Mm3c/RzY4kfEIuII/AAAAAAAACvU/kU1YJXaNjkg/s400/004_A11_PC155525_by_eelmikashigaru.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33fb5V1Mm3c/RzY4kfEIuII/AAAAAAAACvU/kU1YJXaNjkg/s400/004_A11_PC155525_by_eelmikashigaru.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is that thing/Qu'est-ce cette chose&lt;br /&gt;Lying on the ground/Étendue sur le sol&lt;br /&gt;With feather twirling/Des plumes virvollent&lt;br /&gt;In the haze that suround him/ Dans cette brume qui l'entourent&lt;br /&gt;Fold into himself/ Replier sur lui-même&lt;br /&gt;With nothing to hide/ Ne cachant rien&lt;br /&gt;Is he my fallen angel/ Est-il mon ange déchu&lt;br /&gt;That came to protect me/ Venu me protéger&lt;br /&gt;From the darkness that keep surounding me/ De la noiceur qui m'entoure&lt;br /&gt;With his spear/ De son épée&lt;br /&gt;Would he kill/ Pourra-t-il tuer&lt;br /&gt;The demons that have tried/ Les démons qui essaient&lt;br /&gt;To steal my soul / De voler mon âme&lt;br /&gt;And tear my skin/ Et déchirer ma peau&lt;br /&gt;Will he with his wings/ Pourra-t-il de ses ailes&lt;br /&gt;Burry me/M'ensevelier&lt;br /&gt;So there would be/ Pour qu'il n'y ait&lt;br /&gt;Only the softness/ Que la douceur&lt;br /&gt;Of his chest/De son buste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-2985933507464949803?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/2985933507464949803/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=2985933507464949803' title='12 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/2985933507464949803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/2985933507464949803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2007/12/monday-poetry-train-fallen-angel.html' title='Monday poetry train - Fallen angel'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33fb5V1Mm3c/RzY4kfEIuII/AAAAAAAACvU/kU1YJXaNjkg/s72-c/004_A11_PC155525_by_eelmikashigaru.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-706606339730180940</id><published>2007-11-06T19:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T20:12:31.989-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='award'/><title type='text'>Blogging star award</title><content type='html'>Even if I've been a bad blogger lately, some people still seems to appreciate my writting. So &lt;a href="http://julia-mindovermatter.blogspot.com/"&gt;Julia &lt;/a&gt;did this magnificient post like a month ago(yup, I'm a bag blogger, and way late!!). the post was incredible, and included a lot of &lt;a href="http://julia-mindovermatter.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-see-paparazzi-coming.html"&gt;paparazi&lt;/a&gt;! She awarded me blogging star award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="163" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzqmUTTjhgY/RwGyg3CZZkI/AAAAAAAABbU/zDCI5CFLoLc/s320/blogstar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think that I have to nominate 4 other bloggers I appreciate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haley-O, from &lt;a href="http://cheatymonkey.com/"&gt;cheaty monkey &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://urbanmoms.typepad.com/cheatys_celebrity_gossip/"&gt;celebraty gossip&lt;/a&gt; . Even with a young daughter, and after just giving birth to a son in the last month, Haley still find time to post, and respond to our comments. But it is official, her and me will never fight over a man, since our taste are so different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhian, from &lt;a href="http://urbanmoms.typepad.com/cheatys_celebrity_gossip/"&gt;My brain to yours&lt;/a&gt;. I know that she must have received it before, but then, I have so much fun with her and commenting on blog with her. And then, she is the godess that makes us all write poetry or other fantastic stuff on Monday. Without her Monday Poetry Train, I wouldn't know some of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa Andel, from &lt;a href="http://lisaandel.blogspot.com/"&gt;Andel&lt;/a&gt;. For those who visit her, you don't need explaination!! For those who didn't, and are over 18, go visit her right now! She is famous for her TT that are under the name of , firstly, Nekkid Men, and now have the name of Nekkid People. She tries to meet everyone taste in her TT, and this is what make her incredible. And she will answer your comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dale, from &lt;a href="http://passionofthedale.blogspot.com/"&gt;Passion of the Dale&lt;/a&gt;. Ok, I'm gonna regret this one, and I'm never gonna hear the end of it from his behalf!! But I do actually enjoye going and commenting on his blog. He always make fun of himself, and you should check out his adventures with The Korean Bagel Lady!! Why in hell was he the only one left that I visit almost daily??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-706606339730180940?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/706606339730180940/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=706606339730180940' title='8 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/706606339730180940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/706606339730180940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2007/11/blogging-star-award.html' title='Blogging star award'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzqmUTTjhgY/RwGyg3CZZkI/AAAAAAAABbU/zDCI5CFLoLc/s72-c/blogstar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-8636524588958293363</id><published>2007-11-05T22:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T23:55:44.726-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday poetry train - Violon</title><content type='html'>Mon peuple/ My people&lt;br /&gt;S,est bati/ Were raised up&lt;br /&gt;Au son du violon/ At the son of the violon&lt;br /&gt;Qui berçait/ That rock&lt;br /&gt;Mes ancêtres/ My ancestors&lt;br /&gt;Lorsqu'ils sont venus/ When they have come&lt;br /&gt;Sur des bâteaux/On big ships&lt;br /&gt;Découvrir cette nouvelle contrée/ To discover this new country&lt;br /&gt;Pendant des centaines/ During hundred&lt;br /&gt;De nuits froides/ Of cold nights&lt;br /&gt;Réchauffant/ Warming up&lt;br /&gt;Pieds et coeurs/ Feet and hearts&lt;br /&gt;Pour faire oublier/ To help forget&lt;br /&gt;Le mal de la vieille vie/ The sickness of the old life&lt;br /&gt;Maintenant/ Now&lt;br /&gt;Ce même violon/That same violon&lt;br /&gt; Est le cri de raliment/ Is a a bound&lt;br /&gt;Vous rappelle/ Make you remember&lt;br /&gt;Les efforts des anciens/ The strengh of the anciants&lt;br /&gt;Pour garder notre sang bouillant/ To help to keep our blood boilling&lt;br /&gt;Et  que tous les Acadiens/ And that all Acadians&lt;br /&gt;Puissent garder la tête haute/ Can keep their head high&lt;br /&gt;Lorsque les premières notes/ When the first notes&lt;br /&gt;S'épanouissent/Blossom&lt;br /&gt;Quand l'archet caresse/ When the archer caress&lt;br /&gt;Les cordes de ce violon/ The violons's strings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-8636524588958293363?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/8636524588958293363/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=8636524588958293363' title='3 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/8636524588958293363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/8636524588958293363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2007/11/monday-poetry-train-violon.html' title='Monday poetry train - Violon'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-4196431043031753706</id><published>2007-10-29T19:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T19:34:28.879-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday Poetry Train - Masquerade</title><content type='html'>This is the time/ Ceci est le temps&lt;br /&gt;For masquerade and mask/ Des masques et des mascarades&lt;br /&gt;The look of you eyes/ Ton regard&lt;br /&gt;Between the holes /À travers les trous&lt;br /&gt;Of the softness of the silk/ La douceur de la soie&lt;br /&gt;Just make the bliss/ Fait que la passion&lt;br /&gt;Even more powerfull/Est encore plus puissante&lt;br /&gt;When no chain/Quand aucune chaîne&lt;br /&gt;Attach us/ Nous retient&lt;br /&gt;To the moral /À la morale&lt;br /&gt;Of everyday life/De la vie de tous les jours&lt;br /&gt;Fantasies go freely/ Les fantaisies sont libres&lt;br /&gt;For just the simple purposes/Pour la seule......&lt;br /&gt;Of pure pleasure/Du pur plaisir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-4196431043031753706?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/4196431043031753706/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=4196431043031753706' title='14 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/4196431043031753706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/4196431043031753706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2007/10/monday-poetry-train-masquerade.html' title='Monday Poetry Train - Masquerade'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-5619470696885179084</id><published>2007-10-22T21:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T12:26:56.057-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Monday Poetry Train - J'ai demandé à la lune</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This song is a little bit old, I remember it being on the top5.com franco at the same time as complicated from Avril Lavigne. So it is at least 5 years old. But it is only song that i adore from Indochine. I hope you enjoyed it as well...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Indochine - J'ai demandé à la lune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;J’ai demandé à la lune /I ask to the moon&lt;br /&gt;Et le soleil ne le sait pas /And the sun don't know it&lt;br /&gt;Je lui ai montré mes brûlures /I show her my burns&lt;br /&gt;Et la lune s’est moquée de moi /And she laught at me&lt;br /&gt;Et comme le ciel n’avait pas fière allure / And as if the sky doesn't have a proud stand&lt;br /&gt;Et que je ne guérissais pas / And I won't heal&lt;br /&gt;Je me suis dit quelle infortune / I told to myself what a badluck&lt;br /&gt;Et la lune s’est moquée de moi / And the moone laught at me&lt;br /&gt;J’ai demandé à la lune / I ask to the moon&lt;br /&gt;Si tu voulais encore de moi / If you still wanted me&lt;br /&gt;Elle m’a dit "j’ai pas l’habitude / She told me " I'm not us&lt;br /&gt;De m’occuper des cas comme ça" / To take care from case like yours"&lt;br /&gt;Et toi et moi / And you and me&lt;br /&gt;On était tellement sûr /We were so sure&lt;br /&gt;Et on se disait quelques fois /And we said that sometime&lt;br /&gt;Que c’était juste une aventure / That it was only an adventure&lt;br /&gt;Et que ça ne durerait pas /And that it wouldn't last&lt;br /&gt;Je n’ai pas grand chose à te dire / I don't have much to say to you&lt;br /&gt;Et pas grand chose pour te faire rire /And not much to do to make you laught&lt;br /&gt;Car j’imagine toujours le pire / Because I always imagine the worst&lt;br /&gt;Et le meilleur me fait souffrir / And the best makes me suffer&lt;br /&gt;J’ai demandé à la lune / I ask to the moon&lt;br /&gt;Si tu voulais encore de moi / If you still wanted me&lt;br /&gt;Elle m’a dit "j’ai pas l’habitude / She told me "I'm not use&lt;br /&gt;De m’occuper des cas comme ça" / Of taking of case like yours"&lt;br /&gt;Et toi et moi/ And you and me&lt;br /&gt;On était tellement sûr /We were really sure&lt;br /&gt;Et on se disait quelques fois /And we said that sometime&lt;br /&gt;Que c’était juste une aventure /That it was only an adventure&lt;br /&gt;Et que ça ne durerait pas /And that it wouldn't last&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5JGCmteVOeU" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-5619470696885179084?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/5619470696885179084/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=5619470696885179084' title='7 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/5619470696885179084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/5619470696885179084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2007/10/monday-poetry-train-jai-demand-la-lune.html' title='Monday Poetry Train - J&apos;ai demandé à la lune'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-2276729341841948393</id><published>2007-10-15T11:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T19:42:08.147-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday Poetry Train - Frozen / gelée</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'm so proud of this one that I could hardly wait for Monday to post it!! I hope you enjoye reading it as much as I did writting and reading it!! Happy Monday&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frozen / Gelée&lt;br /&gt;So much/ Tellement&lt;br /&gt;That I can't recall/ Que je ne peux me rapeller&lt;br /&gt;Ever being human/ Si un jour, j'ai été humaine&lt;br /&gt;What could/ Qu'est qui&lt;br /&gt;Or who would/ Ou qui pourrait&lt;br /&gt;Come / Venir&lt;br /&gt;To bring back/ Ramener&lt;br /&gt;Warmness / La chaleur&lt;br /&gt;To this heart of ice/ À ce coeur de glace&lt;br /&gt;So I could find/ Que je puisse retrouver&lt;br /&gt;What my brain has forget/ Ce que mon cerveau a oublié&lt;br /&gt;And find back/Et trouver&lt;br /&gt;What gods have envy/ Ce que les dieux ont envié&lt;br /&gt;To the humans/ Aux humains&lt;br /&gt;Their soul/ Leur âme&lt;br /&gt;And/ Et&lt;br /&gt;Their hability to love/ Leur habileté à aimer&lt;br /&gt;Come my savior/ Viens mon sauveur&lt;br /&gt;Before there is no / Avant qu'il n'ait&lt;br /&gt;Turning back/ Un point de sans retour&lt;br /&gt;That my humanity/ Que mon humanité&lt;br /&gt;Is forever lost/ Soit à jamais perdue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-2276729341841948393?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/2276729341841948393/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=2276729341841948393' title='7 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/2276729341841948393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/2276729341841948393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2007/10/monday-poetry-train-frozen-gele.html' title='Monday Poetry Train - Frozen / gelée'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-457129002502792140</id><published>2007-10-08T15:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T11:02:12.038-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday poetry train - Étoile/Star</title><content type='html'>Ce soir, sous mes yeux/&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tonight, under my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se trouve la voute étoilée/ &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Is the starry v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le ciel d'une telle clarté/ &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This sky so bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ces milles diamants/&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Of this thousand diamonds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attachés au firmament/ &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Attached to the firmament&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qui peuvent/&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;That could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À chaque instant /&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;At each moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomber/&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venir caresser/ &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And come carress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos rêves/ &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Our dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais pourquoi/ &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certains s'acharnent/ &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Some try desperately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À payer des millions/ &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;To pay millions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour avoir/ &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;To have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ce que je vis / &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What I lived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En ce moment/ &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;in this very moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais rien n'égalera/ &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But nothing can egual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;La douceur/ &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The softness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De cette nuit étoilée/ &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Of this starry night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-457129002502792140?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/457129002502792140/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=457129002502792140' title='11 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/457129002502792140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/457129002502792140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2007/10/monday-poetry-train-toilestar.html' title='Monday poetry train - Étoile/Star'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-9047010338556607260</id><published>2007-10-01T13:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T16:14:19.048-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday poetry train - Rhume/Cold</title><content type='html'>Je hais ce sentiment / I hate that feeling&lt;br /&gt;D,être prise dans mon propre corps / Of being trapped in my own body&lt;br /&gt;De sentir ces orgarnes trop ardement / To be feeling the organs too much&lt;br /&gt;D'avoir perdu le contrôle / To have lost control&lt;br /&gt;DE sentir l'énergie / To feel the energy&lt;br /&gt;Sortir peu à peu / Slipping little by little&lt;br /&gt;De sentir l'air /To feel air&lt;br /&gt;Qui devient tempête / Become a rage&lt;br /&gt;Dans un corp / In a body&lt;br /&gt;Qui semblait calme / That seems calm&lt;br /&gt;L'instant d'avant /The moment before&lt;br /&gt;Je veux respirer la vie / I want to breath life&lt;br /&gt;Mais au contraire / But instead&lt;br /&gt;Je semble la vomir / I feel like throwing it up&lt;br /&gt;Mon repos n'est plus calme / My rest is not calm&lt;br /&gt;Interrompu par des subresauts /Interrupt by vaults&lt;br /&gt;Pour l'instant /For the moment&lt;br /&gt;Je n'attends que le moment / I only wait for&lt;br /&gt;Ou je pourrai respirer à pleins poumons /When I could breath fully&lt;br /&gt;Et dire aurevoir / And say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;À ce maudit rhume/ To this damn cold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-9047010338556607260?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/9047010338556607260/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=9047010338556607260' title='18 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/9047010338556607260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/9047010338556607260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2007/10/monday-poetry-train-rhumecold.html' title='Monday poetry train - Rhume/Cold'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-7409183805579739934</id><published>2007-09-29T17:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T11:30:03.620-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Choix-Choice</title><content type='html'>Torturer entre deux désirs / Torture between two desires&lt;br /&gt;Je veux sentir mes muscles / I want to feel my muscles&lt;br /&gt;Bouger au rythme de ces exercices /Move to the rythme of the exercice&lt;br /&gt;Ou rester ici /Or stay here&lt;br /&gt;Avec des gens que j'aime / We people that I like&lt;br /&gt;Qui seront partis /That would be gone&lt;br /&gt;Dans un clin d'oeil /In a blink of the eye&lt;br /&gt;Tout s'entrechoque / Everything intertwine&lt;br /&gt;Je voudrais tant / I would really want&lt;br /&gt;En ce moment / In this moment&lt;br /&gt;Pourvoir me diviser en deux / To split in two&lt;br /&gt;Pouvoir assouvir / To be able to satisfy&lt;br /&gt;Tout ce que je désire / All that I desire&lt;br /&gt;Mais la réalité est tout autre / But reality is another thing&lt;br /&gt;Je dois faire un choix / I need to make a choice&lt;br /&gt;Peut-être perdre un peu de moi / Maybe loose a part of me&lt;br /&gt;Malgré la difficulté / In spite of the difficulty&lt;br /&gt;La vie /Life&lt;br /&gt;N'est que faire des choix/ Is nothing but to make some choices&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-7409183805579739934?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/7409183805579739934/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=7409183805579739934' title='4 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/7409183805579739934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/7409183805579739934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2007/09/choix-choice.html' title='Choix-Choice'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-2105405060964087137</id><published>2007-09-23T21:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T22:18:48.162-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday poetry train - Feu/Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I wrote it in the two languages while writting it, so just follow the black words for english(i think that is the default color) et les bleus si vous voulez la version française!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I sit / &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Je suis assise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to your voice / &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Écoutant ta voix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qui crispire / That screech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Au son de le lumière&lt;/span&gt; / To the sound of light&lt;br /&gt;The fascination /&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;La fascination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That human hold for you/ &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Que l'humain te porte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;N,est nul autre&lt;/span&gt; / Is nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Que du à tout&lt;/span&gt;/ More than&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ce que tu représente pour nous&lt;/span&gt; / What you represent for us&lt;br /&gt;The mosaic that are so unique/ &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Les mosaïques qui sont si uniques&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The non-stop dance/ &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;La danse qui ne s'arrête pas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That mesmerize us / &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Qui nous fascine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;La douce chaleur&lt;/span&gt;/Your sweet warmness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Qui nous envahit&lt;/span&gt;/ That invades us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dès que nous t'approchons&lt;/span&gt; / As soon as we approch you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;MAis nous ne pouvons jamais oublier&lt;/span&gt;/ But never should we forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Que malgré tout tes bienfaits&lt;/span&gt;/ That even with all your benefits&lt;br /&gt;Your devastation / &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ton pouvoir destructeur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAy be great/ &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Est grand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for this instant / &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mais pour l'instant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only thinking / &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;La seule chose à laquelle je pense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the way/ &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Est la manière&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your flames / &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dont ta flamme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflect in my eyes / &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Se reflecte dans mes yeux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-2105405060964087137?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/2105405060964087137/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=2105405060964087137' title='11 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/2105405060964087137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/2105405060964087137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2007/09/monday-poetry-train-feufire.html' title='Monday poetry train - Feu/Fire'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-7747570636601883819</id><published>2007-09-17T17:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T12:26:56.058-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Poetry Train'/><title type='text'>Monday poetry train - Naître</title><content type='html'>This is another song by one of my favorite french artist!! I saw Marie-Chantal Toupin, last summer, in concert!! The woman is wonderful, but so tiny! Since I couldn't find the lyrics and the video for the song I wanted from her, here is Naître.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Naître &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Naître, c'est toujours le hasard, être blanc, être noir&lt;/em&gt;, / Born, it's always a coincidence, to be white, to be black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Être de lune ou de soleil, enfin, c'est pareil&lt;/em&gt; ;/ To be of sun or of moon, it is the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Naître sans l'avoir demandé, sans être désiré,&lt;/em&gt; /To be born without asking for it, without being wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Naître d'un amour malheureux, être sans avoir dit "je veux",&lt;/em&gt; /To be born from a sad love, to be without saying "I do"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Naître d'un amour passionné, naître pour être aimé&lt;/em&gt;,/ To be born from a pasionate love, to be born to be love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sans avoir dit "je t'aime" et vivre d'amour quand même.../&lt;/em&gt;Without saying "I love you" and to live from love instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Refrain:}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que m'importe le ciel, que m'importent les dieux&lt;/em&gt;, /No matter the sky, No matter the gods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Je veux ouvrir mes ailes, je veux ouvrir mes yeux,&lt;/em&gt; / i want to spread my wings, I want to open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que m'importe le ciel, je vivrai pour l'essentiel&lt;/em&gt;,/ No matter the sky, I will live for the essential&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Je vivrai pour être heureuse...&lt;/em&gt; / I will live to be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Naître dans ce monde insensé que la haine a brûlé&lt;/em&gt;, /Born in this mad world that hate has burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Né sans avoir pu choisir et pourtant devenir,&lt;/em&gt; / Born without being able to choose and yet become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Naître, une main parmi les humains qui marcheront demain&lt;/em&gt;,/ Born, a hand between the humans that will walk tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dans la nuit, cherchant la lumière, avoir vécu sur terre&lt;/em&gt;,/In the night, searching for the light, to have live on earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sans avoir dit "je t'aime" et vivre d'amour quand même.../&lt;/em&gt;without having said "I love you" and to live from love instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{au Refrain}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Je veux vivre quand même...&lt;/em&gt; {x2} /I still want to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{au Refrain}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Naître, en sachant que mourir est mon seul avenir.&lt;/em&gt; / Born, knowing that diing is your only future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/71DdN2bc4Y8" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-7747570636601883819?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/7747570636601883819/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=7747570636601883819' title='5 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/7747570636601883819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/7747570636601883819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2007/09/monday-poetry-train-natre.html' title='Monday poetry train - Naître'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-655051652647362514</id><published>2007-09-10T19:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T19:44:31.345-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday poetry train - Vergetures</title><content type='html'>Vergetures&lt;br /&gt;Vous racontez toutes une aventure&lt;br /&gt;Celle de moi&lt;br /&gt;Devenant une femme&lt;br /&gt;Celles de mes hanches&lt;br /&gt;Disent que mon corps&lt;br /&gt;Est prêt à accepter la vie&lt;br /&gt;Celles de mes seins&lt;br /&gt;Disent à combien&lt;br /&gt;Comment j'ai profité&lt;br /&gt;Toutes ne font que souligner&lt;br /&gt;La rondeur de mon corps&lt;br /&gt;Les courbes qui y sillonnent&lt;br /&gt;Pour toi, mon amant&lt;br /&gt;Des coins de repères&lt;br /&gt;Pour guider tes doigts&lt;br /&gt;Le long de mon corps&lt;br /&gt;À savoir si à les toucher&lt;br /&gt;Tu sauras me faire frisonner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Strechmarks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are saying a wonderfull tale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My tale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of becoming a woman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those of my hips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are saying that my body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is ready to accept life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those of my breast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say how much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I grow &lt;div&gt;All are only emphasize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The roundness of my body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The curves that are furrowing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For you, my lover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are markers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To help guide your fingers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Across my body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To know if by touching them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You would be able to make me shiver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-655051652647362514?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/655051652647362514/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=655051652647362514' title='17 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/655051652647362514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/655051652647362514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2007/10/monday-poetry-train-vergetures.html' title='Monday poetry train - Vergetures'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-3048918409512841375</id><published>2007-09-05T20:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T20:19:48.675-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Tu peux / Don't you</title><content type='html'>Tu peux jouer avec moi comme tu veux&lt;br /&gt;Cela ne veut pas dire que je t'emporterai à la maison&lt;br /&gt;Tu peux m'acheter un verre&lt;br /&gt;Ceci ne veut pas dire que tu me porteras dans ton lit&lt;br /&gt;Tu peux montrer ton argent&lt;br /&gt;Ça ne veut pas dire que tu mérites mon attention&lt;br /&gt;Tu peux montrer tes muscles&lt;br /&gt;Ça ne veut pas dire que tu peux me procurer du plaisir&lt;br /&gt;Sois un vrai homme&lt;br /&gt;Montres moi du respect&lt;br /&gt;Car c'est la seule manière&lt;br /&gt;Que tu pourras me goûter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can play with me all you want&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't mean that I will take you home&lt;br /&gt;You can buy me a drink&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't mean that you will take me in your bed&lt;br /&gt;You can show out your money&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't mean you are worth my attention&lt;br /&gt;You can show out your muscle&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't mean you can pleasure me&lt;br /&gt;BE a real man&lt;br /&gt;And show me respect&lt;br /&gt;Because that is the only way&lt;br /&gt;You'll have a taste of me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-3048918409512841375?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/3048918409512841375/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=3048918409512841375' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/3048918409512841375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/3048918409512841375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2007/09/tu-peux-dont-you.html' title='Tu peux / Don&apos;t you'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-7143038355929001595</id><published>2007-09-03T15:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T00:58:38.805-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short story'/><title type='text'>Monday poetry train - Feather</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This post is only for people over the age of 18 and might offend some- Cette entrée vise un auditoire adulte et peut offencer certains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So this is my first try at something like this. I just had an idea while visiting Lisa Andel this week, when I saw the picture. I'm nervous, because I don't have as much as experience as some of you in this kind of writing. It might be a while before I write another short storie. &lt;/p&gt;If you want a word translated in french, maybe even in Acadian(if i can find how to write it) post it with your comment.&lt;br /&gt;/ Donc, ceci est mon premier essaie dans ce type de nouvelle. J'ai eu l'idée en visitant le site de Lisa Andel cette semaine, en voyant cette photo. Je suis nerveuse, car je n'ai pas aussitant d'expérience que certines d'entre vous dans ce type d'écriture. De plus, ça risque d'être la dernière nouvelle pour un bout!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33fb5V1Mm3c/RtYpkih_kCI/AAAAAAAABFw/y1SQ4s2gU3w/s400/03_Fred20Goudon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33fb5V1Mm3c/RtYpkih_kCI/AAAAAAAABFw/y1SQ4s2gU3w/s400/03_Fred20Goudon.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Il m'Avait laissé, ce matin, un message sur le comptoir:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ce soir, viens me rencontrer au chalet. Une nuit de plaisir et d'aventure&lt;br /&gt;t'y attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;À ce soir,ma belle, Logan...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;J'avais mis plein d'attention lorsque je m'avais habillée: ce corset noir qui m'enserrait la taille, cette petite cullotte en dentelle, porte-jartelle et bas sous le tailleur qui mettait toutes mes courbes en valeur. Mais je devais attendre toute la journée!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Au travail, je ne pouvais m'appliquer à la tâche. Mille scénarios me venait à la tête... Le clavier et l'écran me parraisaient distant tant mon attention divaguait vers d'autre horizon. Ma montre, je la regardais à chaque 5 minutes, le temps semblait s'arrêter juste pour me jouer des tours!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enfin 16h30...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Après avoir vérifié que tout était bien ajusté, je peux finalement me dériger vers le chalet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me voilà, finalement, au chalet. L'Auto de Logan est déjà là. Un frisson me parcouru. QU'est-ce que mon amant avait bien pu me préparer??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;J'entre...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;LE voilà, attaché au chandelier. Je ne vois que son dos. Il est dans son plus simple atout. Je ne peux pas m'empêcher des regarder ses fesses. Hum... Logan a le plus beau cul que je n'ai jamais vu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Bonsoir Logan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Hey Ali, tu viens, ou tu me fais attendre plus longtemps?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sur la table, il a déposé plein d'accesoires. Je vérifies que le foular avec lequel il s'est attaché est bien sérré. Je choisi une plume d'autruche. Je commence son supplice: je promène la plume sur son visage, descend le long de son cou, dans son dos aux muscles définis. Laisse la plume se promener le long de la line de son dos, lui chatouille les fesses. Je le sens frémir.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Je vais devant lui, à un mètre, pour être sure qu'il ne puisse me toucher, j'enlève le haut de mon tailleur. Je lui découvre mon bustier ainsi que mes seins qui y perlent perfectement. Je m'approche de lui, lui disant, en lui mordillant l'oreille : "Est-ce que tu veux que j'enlève le reste??" Je n'entends qu'un gémisement en réponse. Je m'éloigne à nouveau, défais la fermuture glissière de ma jupe, la fait tombé à mes pieds, découvrant mes bas et mon porte-jartelles. Je vais chercher un glaçon, en fesant exprès de me déhancher. Je délasse l'avant de mon corset, lentement. Je frotte le glaçon sur son malelon droit, en fesant sure de bien lecher chaque goutellette qui y restent coller. Je répète la même chose avec le gauche. Je le mordille tendrement. Je sens son érection grandir contre mon corps. J'enlève ma petite culotte, et enfourche ses hanches, en me descendant lentement pour qu'il me pénètre...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-N'entends-tu pas quelque chose, Ali?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Que toi qui frémis de désir, Logan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Arrêtes une minute, écoutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nous prêtons l'oreille. Nous entendons des pas. Logan est nu, son pénis en érection. Moi, mon corset est détaché dévoilant mes seins. Et j'enfourche Logan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Merde, il y a quelqu'un, dit Logan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Pourtant personne ne vient pendant cette saison.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Détaches-moi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Ça ne veut pas se défaire...Finalement, ils se délient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On entend un clé dans la serrure. Je ne peux m'empêcher de regarder Logan pendant une seconde. Son corps, malgré qu'il cherche sans chance quelque chose à se mettre sur le dos, est tout prêt à me recevoir à nouveau. Je remets ma petite culotte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;La porte s'ouvre...Je tire les cordons de mon corset pour essayer de cacher mes seins. Logan a trouvé une serviette. Un labrador jaune entre. Il va directement vers Logan. Il n'a pas totalement perdu son érection... Le chien lui saute surle dos, il fait tomber la serviette. Logan essaie de la reprendre. Le chien croit à un jeu, tire sur la serviette. &lt;/p&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Je vois les personnes entrer. Merde, je me dis, en voyant les personnes qui entrent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Mais qu'est-ce que vous faites là??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;CE sont les grands-parents de Logan. J'ai oublié de vous mentionner que ce chalet, est le chalet familiale de la famille de Logan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Leur visage, livide, à la vue de leur petit-fils, qui est connu pour sa timidité, nue, des liens encore aux poignets. Une femme, peu connue d'eux, habillée dans de la lingerie des plus provocante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:S:S:S:S:S:S:S:S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He left me a note on the counter, this morning: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight, meet me at the cottage. A night of pleasure and adventure awaited&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight, beautiful, Logan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;I put much attention in how I dress : a black corset, that finer my waist, a lace pantie, garder and stocking under a suit that put my every curve in advantage. But I have to wait all day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At work, I cannot concentrate. A thousand images come to my mind... The keyboard and the screen seem so far away because my attention is so far. My watch, I look it every 5 minutes. Time seems to have stop to play tricks on me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finaly 4:30...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After I made sure everything was in the right place, I can finaly go on the road of the cottage. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm finally there. Logan's car is already there. A shiver runs through my back. What does my lover has prepare for me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I enter....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here he is, attache to the chandelier. I only see his back. He is in his birthday suit. I cannot help myself but to look at his butt. Hum... Logan has the greatest ass that I ever saw.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Hey Logan!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Hi Ali, are you coming, or are you gonna make me wait longer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the table, he has put many accesoiries. I check that the scarf that hold him to the chandelier is well attach. I choose an otrich feather. I start his torture: I make the featther go on his face, I slowly go down on his neck, on his muscular back. I let the feather touch the line of his back, I tickle his butt. I feel him shiver.&lt;/p&gt;I go in front of him, at a meter so he cannot touch me, I take off my blazer. I discover to him the corset where my breast his full. I slowly walk to him, and whisper, while bitting his ear: "Do you want me to take of the rest of my clothes?" I only hear a moan in respond. I walk away, unzipped my skirt, and let it fall at my feet and let him discover the stocking and the garder. I walk to get an ice cube, making my hips move scandiliously. I slowly undo the front of my corset. I rub the icecube against his right nipple, and making sure that not droplet is left after. I do the same thing with his left one. I gently bite it. I'm feeling his cock becoming harder against my body. I take off my panties, wrap my legs around his waist, and slowly lowering myself so he will penetrate me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Ali, didn't you heard something?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Only you, Logan, shivering from desire...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Stop a minute. Listen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We carefully listen. We hear footstep. Logan is naked, in an erection. I have him into me with an open corset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Damn, there somebody, said Logan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Usualy, nobody come during this season&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Untach me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-I cannot undo them... Finaly, they undo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We hear a key into the lock. I cannot help but look at Logan a seconde. His body, even if he is searching for some clothes, is ready to really take me. I put my panties back on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The door opens...I pull the string of my corset, trying to hide my breast. Logan has found a towel. A yellow labrador enters. He goes directly for Logan. Logan hasen't lost completly his erection... The dog jump on him, making the towel fall. Logan tries to put it back on. The dog, believing he wants to play, pull it completly off and run&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I see the persons enter. Shit, I say to myself, when I see the persons enter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-But what are doing here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is Logan's granparents. I forgot to mention that this cottage, is the family cottage from Logan familly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They face, livid, at the picture of their grand-son, who is know in the family for being timid, naked, some bond still on his wrist. A woman, not much known, wearing some reveling lingery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33fb5V1Mm3c/RtYpkih_kCI/AAAAAAAABFw/y1SQ4s2gU3w/s400/03_Fred20Goudon.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-7143038355929001595?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/7143038355929001595/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=7143038355929001595' title='11 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/7143038355929001595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/7143038355929001595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2007/09/monday-poetry-train-feather.html' title='Monday poetry train - Feather'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33fb5V1Mm3c/RtYpkih_kCI/AAAAAAAABFw/y1SQ4s2gU3w/s72-c/03_Fred20Goudon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-1584443744718913641</id><published>2007-09-02T23:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T17:03:36.709-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cirque du Soleil'/><title type='text'>Saltimbanco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.jpc.de/jpcimages/big/6948701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.jpc.de/jpcimages/big/6948701.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce soir, je suis allée vois le spectacle Saltimbanco par le Cirque du Soleil! J'ai encore adoré.&lt;br /&gt;Je l'avais vu lorsque j'avais 16 ans. À cette époque, j'avais été totalement émerveillée par le spectacle. De plus, c,était le premier vrai spectacle que je voiais.&lt;br /&gt;Cette fois, j'ai pu regarder les différents aspects du spectacle.&lt;br /&gt;Un des premières choses, est la forme des artistes. Hommes comme femmes, on pouvait voir la moindre définition des muscles. Les hommes avaient les épaules larges, très musclés, des abdominaux, des mollets musclés. Les femmes avaient des bras avec des muscles bien en évidence, les cuisses ayant un creux du à l'extrême définition.&lt;br /&gt;L'esthétique du spectacle est pensée au moindre détails. Les costumes sont encores superbes, avec de superbes couleurs. Chaque artiste va avec le reste de la troupe, mais a quand même un costume différent. Les mouvements ont une géométrie incroyable: certains ont des cercles parfaits, d'autres d'incroyables parrallèlles et plusieurs autres, une symétrie quasi parfaite. Les mouvement sont fluides, malgré que penser. Le tempo des mouvements, qui est en accord avec un musique live, est endiablé.&lt;br /&gt;De plus, ils ont pu garder le côté clown, mais avec un edge très moderne. Effet de son, bruit, imagerie et tortion du corps permet de faire rire. Avec une participation d'un spectateur très joueur, le résultat est fantastique.&lt;br /&gt;Donc je suis encore sous le charme, même à 25 ans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-1584443744718913641?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/1584443744718913641/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=1584443744718913641' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/1584443744718913641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/1584443744718913641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2007/09/saltimbanco.html' title='Saltimbanco'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-7522479826064265608</id><published>2007-08-29T18:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T15:34:06.086-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Funambule / Tightrope walker</title><content type='html'>Monsieur commence à avoir une attittude&lt;br /&gt;Mais sors de ta bulle&lt;br /&gt;Car à trop jouer le funambule&lt;br /&gt;Tu risque de te casser la clavicule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tes airs hautains&lt;br /&gt;N'ont rien de mondains&lt;br /&gt;À vouloir être à tous terrains&lt;br /&gt;Tout deviendra malsain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour que ta frénésie&lt;br /&gt;Monte jusqu'à l'infinie&lt;br /&gt;Ne montre point d'hypocrisie&lt;br /&gt;Avant que tout ne soit fini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et la, mon funambule&lt;br /&gt;Tu monteras jusqu'à la lune&lt;br /&gt;Et tu seras incrédule&lt;br /&gt;D'avoir éclaté ta bulle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mister, you are starting to have an attittude&lt;br /&gt;But get out of your bubble&lt;br /&gt;Because of play to much at a tightrope walker&lt;br /&gt;You might broke your collarbone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With your high class look&lt;br /&gt;That have nothing refine&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to be bulletproof&lt;br /&gt;Everything will become unhealty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So that your frenzy&lt;br /&gt;Rise until infinity&lt;br /&gt;Don't show any hypocrisy&lt;br /&gt;Before eveything is done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, my tightrope walker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will rise to the moon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you would be incredulous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That you have burst your bubble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-7522479826064265608?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/7522479826064265608/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=7522479826064265608' title='7 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/7522479826064265608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/7522479826064265608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2007/08/funambule.html' title='Funambule / Tightrope walker'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-117081411747037989</id><published>2007-08-27T22:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T23:20:45.664-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>monday poetry train - Parfum/Perfume</title><content type='html'>After you read this week entry, if you want me to translate some english word in french, follow the link, and I would post the translation on Thursday in my TT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://live-your-live-and-smile.blogspot.com/2007/08/translation.html"&gt;http://live-your-live-and-smile.blogspot.com/2007/08/translation.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce parfum qui m'enivre&lt;br /&gt;Jusqu'à j'en perde mes moyens&lt;br /&gt;Pour me rapprocher de son porteur&lt;br /&gt;Pour ce but, Vivre&lt;br /&gt;De mon coeur, il est devenu doyen&lt;br /&gt;Car je ne pourrais trouver meilleur preneur&lt;br /&gt;Je m'approche de lui&lt;br /&gt;Tous mes sens entrent en collision&lt;br /&gt;Mon cerveau entre en extase&lt;br /&gt;Son parfum entre dans mes moindres pores&lt;br /&gt;Il m'a déjà posédée&lt;br /&gt;Sans même m'avoir touchée&lt;br /&gt;Mes yeux cherchent l'objet&lt;br /&gt;Qui produit cet effet&lt;br /&gt;Mais pour aujourd'hui&lt;br /&gt;Il y a seulement ton parfum&lt;br /&gt;Qui effleura ma peau&lt;br /&gt;Mais j'attends demain&lt;br /&gt;Ou sous l'emprise des tes caresses&lt;br /&gt;Je croulerai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That perfume that intoxicate me&lt;br /&gt;To the point that I lost all will&lt;br /&gt;Go closer from its bearer&lt;br /&gt;For one goal, live&lt;br /&gt;Of my heart, he is the doyen&lt;br /&gt;Because I couldn't find a better buyer&lt;br /&gt;I'll approach myself from him&lt;br /&gt;All my senses come go into collision&lt;br /&gt;My brain is in ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;His perfume enters all my pores&lt;br /&gt;He has possess me &lt;div&gt;Without even touching me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My eyes are searching for the objet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That produce this effect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only his perfume&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will carress my skin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm waiting for tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When under the hold of his carresses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will collapse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-117081411747037989?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/117081411747037989/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=117081411747037989' title='19 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/117081411747037989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/117081411747037989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2007/02/parfum.html' title='monday poetry train - Parfum/Perfume'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-1315645620119986891</id><published>2007-08-25T23:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T16:30:16.698-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Ton spectacle / Your show</title><content type='html'>Après la joie du spectacle&lt;br /&gt;L'ordinaire peut nous sembler bien amer&lt;br /&gt;Mais, malgré que tu fais rire les autres&lt;br /&gt;Il ne faudrait pas mettre&lt;br /&gt;Ton bonheur dans la balance&lt;br /&gt;N'oublies pas de sourire&lt;br /&gt;Car la beauté des gens&lt;br /&gt;Y est ressenti à 100%&lt;br /&gt;L'innocence d'un rire&lt;br /&gt;N'a que pour égal&lt;br /&gt;Cette poussée d'adrénaline&lt;br /&gt;Qui à chaque jour&lt;br /&gt;Te stoppe pendant une seconde&lt;br /&gt;Avant que le rideau se lève&lt;br /&gt;Sur cette planche&lt;br /&gt;Ou tes pieds sont si familiés&lt;br /&gt;Mais d'une grande enjambée&lt;br /&gt;Te voilà prêt à te donner&lt;br /&gt;À des centaines de personnes&lt;br /&gt;Mettre ton âme à nue&lt;br /&gt;Sans qu'aucune pointe de jalousie&lt;br /&gt;Me traverse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the joy of the show&lt;br /&gt;The everyday life might seem bitter&lt;br /&gt;But, even if you make everyone laught&lt;br /&gt;Dont put&lt;br /&gt;Your happyness in jeopardy&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to smile&lt;br /&gt;Because the beauty of a being&lt;br /&gt;Is all ther&lt;br /&gt;The innocence of a smile&lt;br /&gt;Is only equal&lt;br /&gt;Byt that adrenaline rush &lt;div&gt;That each day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop you for a second&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before the curtain is raise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On that floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where your feet are so familiar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But with a big stride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are ready to give yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To hundred of people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Putting your heart on your sleeve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without an ounce of jealousy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-1315645620119986891?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/1315645620119986891/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=1315645620119986891' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/1315645620119986891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/1315645620119986891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2007/08/ton-spectacle-your-show.html' title='Ton spectacle / Your show'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-9208872640195537176</id><published>2007-08-22T18:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T20:03:17.673-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miramichi'/><title type='text'>Miramichi</title><content type='html'>Miramichi is a very pleasant place. It is a city of about 20 000 peoples that is from each side of the famous river of the same name. Every summer, I enjoye passing some time there. It is a very warm place, with great green spot, great night club and some really interesting restaurant. So here are some picture I took today from what Miramichi looks like!! I won't be posting the one including me, because ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A view from one of the outlook from the French Fort Cove Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-801.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/v116/218/39/507034801/n507034801_123407_8522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-801.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/v116/218/39/507034801/n507034801_123407_8522.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another view from the Fench Fort Cove Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-801.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/v116/218/39/507034801/n507034801_123412_1779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-801.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/v116/218/39/507034801/n507034801_123412_1779.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part of the Ritchie's warf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-801.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/v116/218/39/507034801/n507034801_123413_3083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-801.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/v116/218/39/507034801/n507034801_123413_3083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A scenery from the river&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-801.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/v116/218/39/507034801/n507034801_123415_4241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-801.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/v116/218/39/507034801/n507034801_123415_4241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Centennial Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-801.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/v116/218/39/507034801/n507034801_123417_5079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-801.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/v116/218/39/507034801/n507034801_123417_5079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-9208872640195537176?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/9208872640195537176/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=9208872640195537176' title='6 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/9208872640195537176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/9208872640195537176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2007/08/miramichi.html' title='Miramichi'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-4832057328558612753</id><published>2007-08-21T18:09:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T19:51:05.033-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Pourquoi / why</title><content type='html'>Pourquoi es-tu si aveugle&lt;br /&gt;Pourquoi ne vois-tu pas&lt;br /&gt;Ce que je vois en toi&lt;br /&gt;Ne crois-tu pas&lt;br /&gt;Que tu en vaut la peine&lt;br /&gt;Pourquoi te croire idiot&lt;br /&gt;Lorsque ton intelligence&lt;br /&gt;Ferait briller le soleil&lt;br /&gt;À travers n'importe laquelle tempête&lt;br /&gt;Tu as je-ne-sais-quoi&lt;br /&gt;Mais peut-être&lt;br /&gt;Suis-je la seule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À qui tu le montre&lt;br /&gt;Tu mets ton âme à nue&lt;br /&gt;Devant moi&lt;br /&gt;Pourquoi&lt;br /&gt;Encore une fois&lt;br /&gt;ME voila devant toi&lt;br /&gt;À essayer de te faire réaliser&lt;br /&gt;Ta valeur&lt;br /&gt;Pourquoi&lt;br /&gt;Dois-je encore pleurer&lt;br /&gt;Car c'est peine perdu&lt;br /&gt;Pourquoi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why are so blind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why don't you see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I see in you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That you are worth it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do you think you are stupid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When your intelligence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could make the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shine trough any storm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have a little something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But maybe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I the only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To who you show it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are showing your whole soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In front of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am before you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to make you realise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your value&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do I have to cry one more time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because there is no hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-4832057328558612753?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/4832057328558612753/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=4832057328558612753' title='6 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/4832057328558612753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/4832057328558612753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2007/08/pourquoi-why.html' title='Pourquoi / why'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-2940741523995862691</id><published>2007-08-20T14:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T13:57:32.828-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Monday poetry train - Gouttelettes/Droplets</title><content type='html'>Je sens cette chaleur m'envahir&lt;br /&gt;Cette vague de plaisir me parcourir&lt;br /&gt;Au touché de ces milles gouttelettes&lt;br /&gt;Qui coulent entre mes reins&lt;br /&gt;Me lavent de toutes impuretés&lt;br /&gt;Sauf celles de mes idées&lt;br /&gt;Suivent mes tendres courbes&lt;br /&gt;Qui ne cachent que mieux ma force&lt;br /&gt;Dans cette endroit ou je sens&lt;br /&gt;Tout le pouvoir de ma séduction&lt;br /&gt;Ou je suis à nue&lt;br /&gt;Ou mes seins s'offrent à ton action bienfaitrice&lt;br /&gt;Voila une gouttelette qui s'aventure&lt;br /&gt;Ou se croise&lt;br /&gt;Les deux teintes de ma peau&lt;br /&gt;Car nul partie de ma peau&lt;br /&gt;N'a été oublié par ta douce caresse&lt;br /&gt;Jusqu'à la prochaine&lt;br /&gt;Je m'en vais&lt;br /&gt;Me cachant dans ce nuage de vapeur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the warmness invading me&lt;br /&gt;That pleasure waves traveling in me&lt;br /&gt;To the touch of this thousand droplet&lt;br /&gt;That flow in my back&lt;br /&gt;Washing away all impurities&lt;br /&gt;Except those of my thought&lt;br /&gt;Folowing the tenderness of my curves&lt;br /&gt;Who only hide better my strenght&lt;br /&gt;In this place where I can feel&lt;br /&gt;All the power of my seduction &lt;div&gt;Where I'm naked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where my breast are offering themself to your kind action&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a droplet that adventure itself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where is the crossing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of the two shades of my skin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because no part of my skin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Has been forgotten by your sweet carress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hidding in this cloud of steam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-2940741523995862691?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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/&gt;Yeux ne pouvaient voir&lt;br /&gt;DEs rêves remplis de&lt;br /&gt;Larmes de joie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car tout ceci semblait trop beau&lt;br /&gt;Nous étions qu'un&lt;br /&gt;DEvons nous y croire&lt;br /&gt;Nous, simples vagabons&lt;br /&gt;Quitter tout ce que nous connaissons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Avec rien que nos aspirations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;De pas à pas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Purs sont nos intentions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Baisers seront notre sentier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est très difficile!! Je ne sais pas comment , applegallak, tu fais pour en faire de si beau!! Je l'avais commencé il y a un bon bout de temps, l'avais mis de côté, et terminer aujourd'hui!! Chapeau applegallak pour nous en avoir partagé plusieurs!! Le mien me semble médiocre à côté des tiens, et de mes autres poèmes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ouch ouch ouch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here, I present you a poem that every first word of each put together says something!! I'm gonna try to get it that way in the translation!!(Sorry, just finish the translation, and it did get lost in translation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Air seems to erase everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If  one kiss could stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pure pleasure from escaping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Water from yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So longly carress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Clear like your emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;In those simple moments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your words fly where&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eyes cannot see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dreams full of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tears of joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because every bit of this seem to be too beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were only one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Must we believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Us, simple vagabons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leave all that we know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With nothing but our aspiration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step by step&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our intentions are purs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kisses would be our trail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very hard!! I don't know how, applegallak, you do to make some so beautiful!! I started this one a while ago, put it aside, and finish it today!! Congrats, applegallak, for sharing yours with us!! Mine seems to be poorly done compare to yours and to my other poems!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-4573114243159747831?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/4573114243159747831/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=4573114243159747831' title='4 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/4573114243159747831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/4573114243159747831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2007/08/baisers.html' title='Baisers'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-3299677657340783928</id><published>2007-08-16T11:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T12:16:36.126-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poème'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Lien d'eau/ Water link</title><content type='html'>L'océan me bercera à jamais&lt;br /&gt;Car il coule dans mon sang&lt;br /&gt;Un lien indissoluble&lt;br /&gt;Peu importe les mots&lt;br /&gt;Que je lui dirais&lt;br /&gt;Je pourrais le maudire&lt;br /&gt;À tous les jour&lt;br /&gt;Jamais je n'oublirerai&lt;br /&gt;L'effet appaisant&lt;br /&gt;Qu'il a sur moi&lt;br /&gt;Il est venu carreser&lt;br /&gt;À mille fois&lt;br /&gt;Mes rages&lt;br /&gt;Qui me foudroiaient&lt;br /&gt;Les entrailles&lt;br /&gt;Ma stupidité&lt;br /&gt;Que je ne savais accepter&lt;br /&gt;Ces larmes&lt;br /&gt;Que perlaient à mes paupières&lt;br /&gt;Même si je te maudis&lt;br /&gt;De temps en temps&lt;br /&gt;Mon cher océan&lt;br /&gt;Jamais&lt;br /&gt;Je n'oublierai&lt;br /&gt;Ce lien d'eau&lt;br /&gt;Qui nous unit&lt;br /&gt;Jusqu'à la fin des temps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ocean will be rocking me forever&lt;br /&gt;Because he is running through my veins&lt;br /&gt;An indissiciable link&lt;br /&gt;Not matter the words&lt;br /&gt;That I would say to him&lt;br /&gt;I could curse him&lt;br /&gt;Every day&lt;br /&gt;But never would I forget&lt;br /&gt;The soothing effect&lt;br /&gt;That he has on me &lt;div&gt;He came to carress me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A thousand time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was striking &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My entrails&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My stupidity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That I couldn't accept&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those  tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; That were coming to my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if I'm cursing you &lt;div&gt;From time to time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dear ocean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will I forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The water link&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That unite us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until the end of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-3299677657340783928?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/3299677657340783928/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=3299677657340783928' title='3 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/3299677657340783928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/3299677657340783928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2007/08/lien-deau-water-link.html' title='Lien d&apos;eau/ Water link'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547761.post-6162284640246244881</id><published>2007-08-13T17:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T20:57:03.999-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Monday poetry train - Plaisir</title><content type='html'>So this week, I'm presenting a song that I like a lot. It's not one of my composition, but I do really enjoy the lyrics of this song. I've seen it sang live, And been loving the group since their first french album. I'm putting some of the translation beside the original lyrics(in purple)!! Enjoye!! And since some of you ask me for the english version of my poems, there are links to those at the end!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plaisir(P.Dufour, S. Pante, R. Tabra/P.dufour) Par Les Respectables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plaisir, qui suis-je pour te fuir / &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Pleasure, who am I to try to run away from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serais-ce un autre manque d'intuition?&lt;br /&gt;Ou l'angoisse d'une autre désillusion&lt;br /&gt;Je chercherai toujours à te définir /&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; I would alway try to define you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plaisir, devrais-je m'enfuir? / &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Pleasure, should I escape?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si haut, si loin de ton emprise /&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;So high, so far from your hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;C'est si facile d'aimer ce qu'on a pas / &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;It's so easy to love something we don't have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais j'arrive, attends-moi / &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;But I'm coming, wait for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Refrain)&lt;br /&gt;Plaisir entre chez moi /&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Pleasure come to my place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À deux, on y arrivera / &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Together, we will make it happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a tous besoin de s'enfuir avec toi /&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;We all need to escape with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plaisir, emporte-moi / &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Pleasure, take me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce soir, là où tu voudras / &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Tonight, wherever you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a tous besoin de s'enfuir avec toi / &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;We all need to escape with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pourquoi souffrir /&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Why suffer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour te séduire /&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Why seduce you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À quoi ça sert dis-moi / &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Tell me what it's the use&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tant t'en vouloir&lt;br /&gt;Si, pour te plaire / &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;If to please you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je dois me retenir / &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I have to restrain myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'aurais préféré / &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I prefer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne jamais te revoir /&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Never to see you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Plaisir passé / &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Past pleasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamais retrouvé /&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Never Refound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au pied de la tour / &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;At the bottom of the tower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dans un vieux café /&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;In an old coffee shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rendez-vous à l'auberge /&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Meet me at that Bed-and-breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comme autrefois / &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Like before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'arrive, attends-moi / &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I'm coming, wait for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Refrain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plaisir, qui suis-je pour te fuir?&lt;br /&gt;Serais-ce un autre manque d'intuition?&lt;br /&gt;Ou l'angoisse d'une autre désillusion&lt;br /&gt;Je chercherai toujours à te définir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plaisir devrais-je m'enfuir?&lt;br /&gt;Si haut, si loin de ton emprise&lt;br /&gt;C'est si facile d'aimer ce qu'on n'a pas&lt;br /&gt;Mais j'arrive, attend moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Refrain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plaisir, entre chez moi&lt;br /&gt;Sauver ceux qui m'entourent&lt;br /&gt;Des gens si sensibles, trop souvent à mon secours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plaisir, emporte-moi /&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; Pleasure, take me away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plaisir, je rentre chez moi, seul / &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Pleasure, I'm going home, alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are the poems I translated this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2007/08/dsir.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2007/07/larmes.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2007/07/trangre.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547761-6162284640246244881?l=jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/feeds/6162284640246244881/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547761&amp;postID=6162284640246244881' title='19 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/6162284640246244881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547761/posts/default/6162284640246244881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-l-acadienne.blogspot.com/2007/08/poetry-train-plaisir.html' title='Monday poetry train - Plaisir'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m5dyCD08Oic/R64ETElxJVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kga3XP7CZg/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry></feed>
