tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23279414017303964932024-03-05T21:28:38.215-08:00Les fils du ventElisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15864215293617968647noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327941401730396493.post-34574561116807812502009-10-26T09:24:00.000-07:002009-10-26T09:49:19.257-07:00<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"> </span></em></strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#996633;"><strong><em> Ma chérie ...</em></strong></span><br /></div></span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396946122720552610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZv3TV3dsobVEQcA3oC2c-omS8op6EZcxFcNIJpg721bXfM_-EPxezfw7og2q7lR8lhp0drJtrIyzZjEJhnUjO6YoU6FdNzkzUdujONIkYkYWEbMz_7YQz9Ue9oRPiyqKg6gEXcUb8Av7k/s320/decaze.jpg" border="0" /><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;">Je témoigne à mon âne</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;">Une amitié profane<br />Sentiments très profonds</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;">Je pressens dans le fond</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;">Cette immense injustice</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;">Dont les ânes pâtissent.</span></em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizif8GlaOZTEFa9gQ86NtKQeONMXKj4Q45wA16U4AbOWX1LVV2bIc_Gy4TQbrqnA1W_W7wfJA0KlvTkU_-vTSgJZfr26nreKxKaY8Oz0_1kDC9d1V37ERTW03__P9CnfOd4Kg6iHeMsgpw/s1600-h/Elise+et+Marée-Noire+09.2008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396946750012395618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizif8GlaOZTEFa9gQ86NtKQeONMXKj4Q45wA16U4AbOWX1LVV2bIc_Gy4TQbrqnA1W_W7wfJA0KlvTkU_-vTSgJZfr26nreKxKaY8Oz0_1kDC9d1V37ERTW03__P9CnfOd4Kg6iHeMsgpw/s320/Elise+et+Mar%C3%A9e-Noire+09.2008.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;">On les prétends têtus</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;">Sans la moindre vertu</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;">Sans qualité aucune</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;">Mais remplis de rancune.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;">Pour comble d'horreur</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;">On a poussé l'erreur</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;">A les trouvé stupides</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;">Fades et insipides.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;">Mais tout est archi-faux</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;">Ils n'ont pas tout ces défauts,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;">Ils sont doux et fidèles</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;">Et de vertu modèle.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;">Bien plus intelligents</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;">Que bien souvent des gens</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;">Qui ne savent que braire</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;">Quand ils devraient se taire !!!</span></em><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396948122478986994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcK2aR1_Q3ZrQcgIvZHFPRKXq7RNjekQpZfTJPF7VLiSn6QlqMqXuY3Xa9tchz1x24DkQniJ_84O0Bfb0Hjw1s37FkgCSFhYqQGiqcE4p8BR_L8hXkDt1HC_CcZh0Tzba-XvkgGQe6JeE6/s320/a3.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="right"> <span style="font-size:85%;"> <em><span style="color:#ff6666;">A toi marée-Noire, un amour d'ânesse ...</span></em></span></p>Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15864215293617968647noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327941401730396493.post-88496581503306040252009-10-25T03:48:00.000-07:002009-10-26T09:52:59.412-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHziw7ana6EpILen1NrFvf7bbRoOxegwEX7QMY_YucsVhRD4qdNO0ILH1S6MzJd0f9_zUu8mOWa2FFDPD7eWkxbNvPA9lBMU-YIAn7hMqW6q_y1rRl2BoGNljOZBGYOU4n8g7-wz40vBmL/s1600-h/Sans+titre.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396942067240119090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHziw7ana6EpILen1NrFvf7bbRoOxegwEX7QMY_YucsVhRD4qdNO0ILH1S6MzJd0f9_zUu8mOWa2FFDPD7eWkxbNvPA9lBMU-YIAn7hMqW6q_y1rRl2BoGNljOZBGYOU4n8g7-wz40vBmL/s400/Sans+titre.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">La vie est un sommeil, l'amour en est le rêve. . .</span></span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"> </div>Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15864215293617968647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327941401730396493.post-67001460232492890572009-10-25T03:35:00.000-07:002009-10-25T03:50:20.984-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWJB-geSVfUC18MEEIoTDd6hMoJS2skrt7DUrV6bpmnMLLpbS6w81YgJrdmBEKvOXQq-l19vYgsSg8USNYEk2vgjXXSrvskBT_WZezYLPJYkSwazv7x9uvuqMtk14j24RfOf75VYgO9SfV/s1600-h/zebre.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396484859102999506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWJB-geSVfUC18MEEIoTDd6hMoJS2skrt7DUrV6bpmnMLLpbS6w81YgJrdmBEKvOXQq-l19vYgsSg8USNYEk2vgjXXSrvskBT_WZezYLPJYkSwazv7x9uvuqMtk14j24RfOf75VYgO9SfV/s400/zebre.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#663366;">Ce que tu fuis, te suie , ce que tu fais face, s'effacera à tout jamais. . .</span><br /></span></strong></em></div>Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15864215293617968647noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327941401730396493.post-74530930541018867092009-10-16T09:20:00.000-07:002009-10-25T03:42:16.914-07:00<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw0HE2CyJUUqY1S-cu3tw9xfw-EfgCypsZFZaYGQSLsPftWAOI6e5feEduEx26gA4ElSgxwF3RoKpNhmJ8mHw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;">Les mustangs sont des chevaux encore à l'état sauvage mais il en reste très peu, malheureusement. Pour s'en débarrasser les fermiers les tuent grâce aux hélicoptères car ils ravagent les cultures et les pâturages. Au lieu de les tués ils feraient mieux de les capturés pour les domestiqués. Mais surtout les fermiers devraient laisser un nombre suffisant de mustangs car à eux tout seuls, ils écrivent, l'histoire de Amérique (la conquête de l'ouest !!!)</span></em></strong>Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15864215293617968647noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327941401730396493.post-49831910780749232642009-10-15T07:40:00.000-07:002009-10-26T09:15:49.233-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3O78h1yW9yJ7DosAkBDw0hdk-gVgTKzuvkG2ck1Gmi3vwAeLzC1EDcLIUCy8UOSUUeevsrBUbTk4kNj1Ax8rxlD3g4Ix6B2M5aFXGmcHc3zbj7KSA3qUh8zjKCR0P36IN72k2b3NDrsJ8/s1600-h/poney++,rodez+2009+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396943071571853074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3O78h1yW9yJ7DosAkBDw0hdk-gVgTKzuvkG2ck1Gmi3vwAeLzC1EDcLIUCy8UOSUUeevsrBUbTk4kNj1Ax8rxlD3g4Ix6B2M5aFXGmcHc3zbj7KSA3qUh8zjKCR0P36IN72k2b3NDrsJ8/s400/poney+%2B,rodez+2009+009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em><strong>Le</strong></em> <em><strong>chanceux perd sa femme, le malchanceux perds son cheval ...</strong></em></span></span></span></div>Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15864215293617968647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327941401730396493.post-24843121233112622532009-10-15T07:36:00.000-07:002009-10-30T09:04:20.959-07:00Mes amours !!!<span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoazmqCRTcmoyFj7StIros-yEuwY2bAgqZDVNN19WhK2Xew8mse18cd8TG2p1S58239YRw2VbjxUfAXft6IPVhUVDsn3Q4sj6h_M8ijxxJv3n2AvDYb6BBTaNmzpLXSTCPnwU1D4Plq1JR/s1600-h/poney++,rodez+2009+021.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396944420997125842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoazmqCRTcmoyFj7StIros-yEuwY2bAgqZDVNN19WhK2Xew8mse18cd8TG2p1S58239YRw2VbjxUfAXft6IPVhUVDsn3Q4sj6h_M8ijxxJv3n2AvDYb6BBTaNmzpLXSTCPnwU1D4Plq1JR/s320/poney+%2B,rodez+2009+021.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"><em><strong>Vous êtes tout les éclats de mon rire, vous êtes le chant de ma sirène, vous êtes le sang et moi la veine, vous êtes le jamais de mon toujours, vous êtes mes amours !!! ....</strong></em></span><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392837420609502450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Ye6kHPLrz6G-QG7dDS5hDNwsW_q07mqIf4_0U1aiOM9Hh8WE2JGx1LTFQplHVBLbgEolZJ7OUQY0u8HJjmCgEGMytxEnB3fUrXJz9z_WygScREbHE75__McUGQ_GimmVzpqlNDlwwOVb/s320/IMG_1238.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><br /><br /><p></p>Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15864215293617968647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327941401730396493.post-88831118040235177632009-10-04T08:53:00.000-07:002009-10-25T03:51:09.454-07:00<p></p><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzmWn-fq8d0W4heWjKvjrrFmGT1JJk11HC-GS5V1MxPG2Vgv1jmcO3LqodaYiL6YlwfEv2wjTdSzffuWYrrtQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p><em><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">Cette vidéo montre que certains d'entres nous aiment les chevaux plus que tout, et cela fait plaisir.</span></strong></em></p><p><em><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">(regarder la car il y a de belles photos).</span></strong></em></p>Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15864215293617968647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327941401730396493.post-51423764635366240972009-10-04T08:17:00.000-07:002009-10-25T03:51:30.962-07:00<p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzE3fz-eefBJ2LE_xRJezV-YuoQBvSlYydUO0cMswxxFvSYoAvCeVQX7n6zYTewouO26nQwKSYgJfYcy5lhUQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong>Quel massacre !!!</strong></span> </p><p><span style="color:#993300;">Ce<em> poulain n'a rien demandé à quiconque et pourtant il est mort battu par son maître...</em></span></p>Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15864215293617968647noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327941401730396493.post-31054170740381384512009-10-03T08:14:00.000-07:002009-10-04T07:52:01.859-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS-_08iTEdjXVGi90yeoDJQd9YVkXpZFd7xlj8LlGkuwfSPt7wKONjPoHCQCtilYcbfxrm3qq7tRd9MM1cevInMQA-Mxh6hALLB7nU92X61BZRNrk0DL4W9kfMfv2QD-j8axIHPLNYzNze/s1600-h/100_23762[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388392479299824466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS-_08iTEdjXVGi90yeoDJQd9YVkXpZFd7xlj8LlGkuwfSPt7wKONjPoHCQCtilYcbfxrm3qq7tRd9MM1cevInMQA-Mxh6hALLB7nU92X61BZRNrk0DL4W9kfMfv2QD-j8axIHPLNYzNze/s400/100_23762%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><p><span style="color:#999999;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#999999;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#999999;"><strong><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">Vous devez savoir que <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">quoi</span> qu'il fasse, le cheval est dans son bon droit. Vous êtes entrer dans sa vie, pas le contraire.</span></em></strong></span></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><span style="color:#999999;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></em></span> </p><p><span style="color:#999999;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></em></span> </p><p><span style="color:#999999;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></em></span> </p><p><span style="color:#999999;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></em></span> </p><p><span style="color:#999999;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></em></span> </p><p><span style="color:#999999;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Le cheval est ce que l'homme ne sera jamais : parfait .</span></strong></em></span></p>Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15864215293617968647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327941401730396493.post-45515478491528793872009-10-03T07:51:00.000-07:002009-10-03T08:13:48.972-07:00L'équitation<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdcttqADlSdxwB3xL1f_m_SMpiAK6KlZdqfAM8z2qv9QpwWstKucia1ieHF1vrn0v7-2uj40RceRc-LxGCWJxU19VdeaJx4waLsSHVx_fpDJIM4nsHwCxvr69ShvFPo9167i2sFc9xKWCO/s1600-h/P1000758.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388388145739927074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdcttqADlSdxwB3xL1f_m_SMpiAK6KlZdqfAM8z2qv9QpwWstKucia1ieHF1vrn0v7-2uj40RceRc-LxGCWJxU19VdeaJx4waLsSHVx_fpDJIM4nsHwCxvr69ShvFPo9167i2sFc9xKWCO/s320/P1000758.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;">Plus qu'un sport, plus qu'une passion, plus qu'un plaisir, une raison de vivre...</span></strong></em></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;">Huxley au concours de Figeac.</span></em></div>Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15864215293617968647noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327941401730396493.post-18118490393077484672009-09-20T08:38:00.000-07:002009-09-20T08:45:25.105-07:00<div align="left"><span style="color:#ffcc00;"> ***I love pca***</span><br /><br /></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"><em><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383574659284810466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvUduuJ0lNykxGXtxTq_qYpSGXgIxQJEM_QzotIebS62NLmgY0lh-3HEtObhGOPcKlkkCL0RhcCmLnV8_ioTPRySoiCrgOg2pgUg0mHpfVwFUWVz-QpWV5oOqb6mcRwSrnul1guYW618SB/s320/NOUS.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"><strong><em>Les grands esprits se rassemblent ...</em></strong></span></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></p></span>Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15864215293617968647noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327941401730396493.post-53641204094726253632009-09-20T08:33:00.000-07:002009-09-20T08:45:59.542-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAhG17_CIaH7jJCLIiB1tiwJ9yNNocLvBJqd79KiMKeuRpKkCVRexapTI1W3f5QjKP5AMzbVHhcSQU7QIv7L1KHYEAbuidnHW9emZknruVtRkPSy_-MrQBnNYOy06XWOboO8LK3ckbYYhR/s1600-h/2561368127_1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383573795952967906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAhG17_CIaH7jJCLIiB1tiwJ9yNNocLvBJqd79KiMKeuRpKkCVRexapTI1W3f5QjKP5AMzbVHhcSQU7QIv7L1KHYEAbuidnHW9emZknruVtRkPSy_-MrQBnNYOy06XWOboO8LK3ckbYYhR/s320/2561368127_1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Photos de stars* (lol)</span></em></div><div></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"><em>*Lucille et Manon</em></span></div>Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15864215293617968647noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327941401730396493.post-66418289266691079112009-09-06T07:25:00.001-07:002009-09-06T07:34:57.765-07:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span><span style="color:#009900;"><strong> La prière du cheval</strong></span><br /><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378360878563659506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjej-MWDbs-EikPTV2gZGJdXCRiXSQkHRBBupMXQqaMfl0MzlcrpTGO1FN48jfCK-lcUuoCVAZsyXgyyZJnJjyn_tPRrn82CT7UICn2N5pqOdwXpf5HFKc-vZayxuhesWa5Tiu1mQabuGJO/s400/poulain.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"><em>Tu m'as conquis,</em><br /></span><span style="color:#336666;"><em>Sache me garder.</em><br /><em>Je te servirai</em><br /><em>Si tu es juste et respectueux,</em><br /><em>Attentif à mon humeur</em><br /><em>Si tu sais me parler,</em><br /><em>Mesurant ma peine</em><br /><em>Et me soignant comme un frère,</em><br /><em>N'oubliant jamais que le cheval</em><br /><em>Est plus de la moitié du cavalier. . .</em></span></p>Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15864215293617968647noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327941401730396493.post-45759897203084183432009-09-03T08:41:00.000-07:002009-09-03T08:50:56.802-07:00<strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#6600cc;">Ceux à qui il faut penser</span></span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">Anaïs...Aurore...Adrien...Arcady</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">Charlotte M...Clotilde...Clément</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">Elodie...Eddy</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">François</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">Juliette...Jeanne...Josselin</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">Karine...Kimko...Kévin</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">Lucie c...Lucille...Laura </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">Manue...ManonC...Manon R...Maud...Marie </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">Paul</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">Quentin</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">et j'en oublie....</span></strong>Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15864215293617968647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327941401730396493.post-17800198235286441372009-09-03T08:31:00.001-07:002009-09-09T07:26:35.954-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHnsAMJ5TmXXXHUvWOSmSdLBayn4pg4E48RAn8FOlEkTX4b_VYcIVmhRXNfUdVDd5A8dYCllCLpDZmIgqcauL-fiLoKbPcXen8ey5u8Lx87-MsJKi1Bi95wPuzccPcX-60KfdrVZiyBgI2/s1600-h/fdfac1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377266000424606546" style="DISPLAY: block; 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Il a donc le jugement et la mémoire. Il a donc l'intelligence.<br /></span></strong></p></span></em><div></div>Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15864215293617968647noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327941401730396493.post-91453653599194110922009-09-01T06:34:00.000-07:002009-09-02T09:42:40.417-07:00anais<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcYWB0s20jF0wolZtPI9tBjBebcJjc2EekPx6WWcMelzS9o-FXluoZrHdJeNTWFPGB5ilvbwvRXsgX-KVoyEjuzgRehiPKRPn2ApfmETpjuNFg1n5Eu_S-CmenwdhjPzYIip7gO_gpbQE4/s1600-h/anais.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376910907863238994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcYWB0s20jF0wolZtPI9tBjBebcJjc2EekPx6WWcMelzS9o-FXluoZrHdJeNTWFPGB5ilvbwvRXsgX-KVoyEjuzgRehiPKRPn2ApfmETpjuNFg1n5Eu_S-CmenwdhjPzYIip7gO_gpbQE4/s320/anais.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Si tu</span><span style="color:#993399;"> n'étais pas là, je ne sais pas ce que je ferais car sans toi je ne suis rien, tu es un peu comme une grande soeur pour moi...<br />Les profs disaient qu'on étaient complémentaires car quand tu avais besoin de moi j'étais presque tout le temps là et toi aussi tu étais toujours là pour moi.</span></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">Quand je suis avec toi</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;">J'ai la vie plus facile</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">Quand tu es avec moi</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;">Rien n'est impossible</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">Il n'y a que tes paroles</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;">Qui me console</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">Tu m'as soutenue jusqu'à maintenant</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;">J'espère que ça va continuer encore longtemps. . .</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"></span></div>Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15864215293617968647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327941401730396493.post-63491099751678771742009-09-01T06:22:00.000-07:002009-09-01T06:56:03.380-07:00HI HAN !!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1wfGjgP8XogdG7axE6okLuCaxalGhF9znqPCaheNdiufPmiVyybjLeVMVVKUmYsXEHMXBDTJ8qB_BzNuqmQTD7QiLOiTLP6H5vPHSMHDs0xPh6sn0ewN0YZCtfKRXeIe8bAYD4evKCNNN/s1600-h/2231113189_small_1[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376489628596136834" style="DISPLAY: block; 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<br /><span style="color:#339999;">Ah !! Ma lulu, que ferais-je sans toi ? Je crois que je ferai des</span><strong><span style="color:#009900;"> bêtises</span></strong><span style="color:#990000;">. . .</span><span style="color:#339999;"> Quand j'allais dans la mauvaise direction, tu me remettais dans le <span style="color:#009900;"><strong>droit chemin</strong></span>. Quand je montais un poney pour la première fois et que toi tu l'avis déjà monté tu me conseillais pour le monter dans les meilleures conditions.</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Manue...manue...manue. Tu es un peu comme une grande soeur pour nous.<span style="color:#6600cc;"> Toi</span><span style="color:#ff0000;"> </span>et la sagesse cela fait qu'<span style="color:#ff0000;">un </span>!! Quand on est stressées avant un concours tu nous détends, en fait tu es <span style="color:#3333ff;">indispensable</span>. Heureusement que tu as changé de club car sinon on ne se serait pas connu et cela aurait fait un trou dans nos existences à Manon, Lucille et moi.</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#663366;">Manon</span><span style="color:#ffcc00;">, quand je te vois je repense aux moments durs <span style="color:#663366;">aux coups de gueule</span>... Mais maintenant tout cela est derrière<span style="color:#663366;"> nous</span>. </span>
<br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Maintenant on se tape des délires à propos de "<span style="color:#663366;">Quel homme, il fait pas marrer les pélicans</span>".</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#330099;">Je me rappelle qu'en 6è on ne s'aimait pas trop mais on s'est reconnues au pca et depuis on est amies. Heureusement d'ailleurs car tu es un peu comme le sang qui coule dans mes veines, simplement</span>
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<br />Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15864215293617968647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327941401730396493.post-76973850930252077072009-08-13T06:18:00.000-07:002009-09-03T09:02:52.038-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkqBZDv67Dsi6aYTWj-17hbZL2TAOk03qFe1-KKmBkseRFepAW0AXjXGfdYV4n7B_nT478MBPUUGJxJ9OoOzemffm7S5Sou6y6ted8KDuwqO9_iIiszIdN1aM3hUn4RVvQWzYsRGbpz5eo/s1600-h/images[1].jpg"></a><div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">L'hippophagie</span><br /></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghgQw6mzd3iOlhCLIxMb6ka4SpVwCVUQiW4qzsXzKDsrl06FnKNkvbvUnovt_4kaXwu5eNH1E4liObGc4IWDLq9SVnxtpcexE0P7BhUBKmHkLp3fzKp9XUgNXlO-gFnoK3fHT3mjBLBDaD/s1600-h/N.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369442268680211794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghgQw6mzd3iOlhCLIxMb6ka4SpVwCVUQiW4qzsXzKDsrl06FnKNkvbvUnovt_4kaXwu5eNH1E4liObGc4IWDLq9SVnxtpcexE0P7BhUBKmHkLp3fzKp9XUgNXlO-gFnoK3fHT3mjBLBDaD/s320/N.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"><strong>Définition:</strong></span></div><div><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Habitude de manger du cheval.</span></div><div><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>Introduction:</strong></span></div><div><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#3366ff;">Cet acte est monstrueux, comment <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">peut-on</span> faire une chose <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">pareille</span> un être si noble, magnifique. . . Vous allez me dire qu'on tue bien des bovins pour leur viande mais là ce n'est pas comparable ; le cheval est la meilleure</span><span style="color:#ff0000;"> conquête</span> <span style="color:#3366ff;">de l' homme, ce n'est pas rien !!!</span></span></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>Le transport:</strong></span></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">Je pense que je ne vais p</span><span style="color:#3366ff;">as vous l'apprendre mais un quart des chevaux conduit à l'abattoir meurt pendant le transport, car les chauffeurs ne font pas assez de pauses pour leurs permettre de boire même si c'est</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;">obligatoire</span> <span style="color:#3366ff;">!!!</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;">Ceux qui ne meurent pas sentent l'odeur du sang lié à la mort de leurs congénères. Ils s'accrochent pour survivre car ce sont des êtres qui ont envie de vivre comme vous et moi. . . Mais le pire, c'est qu'ils ne savent pas où ils vont, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">ce qu'ils</span> vont endurer. . .etc. </span></div><div><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;">A la sortie du camion, ces chevaux voient d'étranges hommes emportant leurs congénères. Et c'est à ce moment précis de leur vie que ces beaux chevaux <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">commencent</span> à avoir peur et sentir le danger. Ils ne verront plus jamais la lumière du jour. . .</span></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#3366ff;">A présent <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">commence</span> une longue descente vers la ...</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;">mort</span> <span style="color:#3366ff;">!</span></span></div><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><div><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><br /></div><p><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong></strong></span></p><div><br /></div><p><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>L'abattoir:</strong></span></p><div><br /><br /></div><p><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;">Les chevaux, un après l'autre, vont dans une salle ou la <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">lumière est</span> tellement forte qu'elle les rend "aveugles ". Le cheval qui est dans cette salle a peur et <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">commence</span> à se dire qu'il n'est pas là par hasard. Et là, le moment propice arrive, une longue barre de fer vient lui cogner entre le front et le <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">chanfrin</span>,... et c'est fini. Au moins on peut se dire qu'il n'a pas souffert, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">mais bon</span> s'il avait pu éviter de se faire tuer . . .</span><span style="color:#3366ff;"><br /></span></p><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><p><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>La boucherie:</strong></span></p><div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#3366ff;">Avez-vous déjà vu de la viande de <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">cheval emballée</span> dans des sachets ? Et bien ce n'est pas beau à voir. En plus, souvent, les bouchers qui la vende, en sont fier car la chair est TENDRE </span><span style="color:#3366ff;">. . .</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><br /></div><p><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Epilogue</span>:</strong></span></p><div><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Dites-vous</span> aussi que l'on ne mange pas que des chevaux adultes mais aussi des poulains ou pouliches...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#3366ff;">Heureusement, une loi dit qu'une jument en gestation ne peut pas être abattue.</span><br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;">Ce n'est pas fini, il y a aussi le massacre des chevaux. Il y a des gens sur cette terre qui n'ont pas de coeur. Ils ont pour loisir de massacrer les chevaux, poulains ... etc. Le but est de faire souffrir le plus possible l'animal comme ça quand l' abattoir récupère la viande, elle est encore plus tendre. Mais souvent les chevaux ne finissent pas qu'à l'abattoir, mais au fond de <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>leur </strong></span>pré avec <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">leur <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">congénères</span></span></strong>, et agonisent jusqu'à la mort ( je n'exagère même pas !!! ).</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Par exemple l'histoire <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">d'Arture</span> le poulain et <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Quammille</span> la jument sans jambes.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369442927265879154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1sUgJqlMl8sHJhJ9vkkOcUDhC-nnlHVCi9tOWBycpliRDY-7-AvkCjTNjE-50TeBjRia0wVZ3q9qAW6cZwpcQTMtfFhwL-XfX7UwbneMZZ8VKLqoQJxKPSorM1kVMb46PYFjk-z1N9t41/s320/11953274789299%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong></strong></span></p><div><br /></div><p><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong></strong></span></p><div><br /></div><p><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>Conclusion:</strong></span></p><div><br /><br /></div><p></p><div><span style="color:#33ccff;"><span style="color:#3366ff;">Comment <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">peut-on</span> leur faire cela, à eux qui n'ont rien demander, sinon à rester sauvages et à galoper sur les plaines</span>.</span></div><div><br /></div><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;">En les domestiquant, on a su faire d'eux nos compagnons de batailles, de loisir et de vies. . . Et heureusement aujourd'hui, il y a des gens qui les dorlotent et en prennent soin car sans eux que seraient les balades en forêt et les galops sur la plage et surtout que serait l'homme sans le cheval. Parce qu'en fait, l'homme est la plus belle conquête du cheval, il a su nous aimer qui que nous soyons en ne regardant que le bon côté des choses. . .</span><br /><br /></p><div><br /> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372793536728061618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ6Hoo_SJ9u1T-sjszN4URGF-rT2ZX0jOSkHmHEdjtnLg7XmfZ0yMm_y27ZoecO-swntUWiWRnOPTg1n2gSSG3hXg3xAcDWRYIcaJCTUI3HyJkjxno-kGbWCnvp5K-zA9WcQa7oLvKYNXP/s320/246893_QZ2YR3KEYARUTACREYATVQJOOH4VGC_cheval_bai1_H171752_L%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p> </p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377271591279836194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz14PEj3othYW9eJDkRvwVrJVZCqubPEl4J1X_aLVZaUUYM92E6ehbgHZmLM_KVXNO8ytjkXcuga05GKdKgWeYhbEx5Wif7waEA08eEfgjzbW_2B-jyms8SLpAzRL-9ziAjWwSYsAhQ5cQ/s400/HIPPO.jpg" border="0" /></p>Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15864215293617968647noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327941401730396493.post-3698380686524372912009-07-30T04:57:00.001-07:002009-08-22T07:47:43.153-07:00La rando APB<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFTjDZd96JN5XDAwm7uXsdKvUUz5_2bOvpy9d_Qwd74g08AJZwOsx7u9o7giYmagh9NJRMkFF67n-CbJ7b50BMinS6qO16dBjJSwTLZURdIZV1YGFtefaEn7hPZG_uYIaP_L_qDLKB5rsc/s1600-h/divers+chevaux+été2009+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364221884543883410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFTjDZd96JN5XDAwm7uXsdKvUUz5_2bOvpy9d_Qwd74g08AJZwOsx7u9o7giYmagh9NJRMkFF67n-CbJ7b50BMinS6qO16dBjJSwTLZURdIZV1YGFtefaEn7hPZG_uYIaP_L_qDLKB5rsc/s320/divers+chevaux+%C3%A9t%C3%A92009+006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>Ah !!!! La randonnée APB, c'était fabuleux, magique surtout avec vous. Qu-est-ce qu' on s'est éclattées ; pendant la nuit quand les chevaux se sont enfuis. C'était nous qui nous sommes levées avec Christine et Aurélie en pleine NUIT !!!! Il y en a qui dormés à points fermés ( je ne citerai pas) . Mais bon on a quand même fait un feu de camp jusqu'à 2 heures du mat. . .</strong></span></span><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364222503984772658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbpdaH9i1E2HPeC9sRJ_XkRolJoo19ekznesz8L3y2v13Zwy5zGn83fvkNxcU1zWGg8uhWo0JEcShQkGlGS9aWGdkeb2yTHw6ipL6Iy-X3Mv5WaqsPdcrJvPLOBWzZxm57GQLI0QO9fhGE/s320/divers+chevaux+%C3%A9t%C3%A92009+004.jpg" border="0" /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"> </span></strong><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">La belle photo, dommage qu'Elodie soit coupée. Par contre Lucille on te voit très très bien. . .</span></span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364222870149541490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPfbpEHnh8L1MdyRWdLklXEKAWD1VFyg65Q9azppcT_eXSOxJKT7ZwEABI5frYjcKsKwQsZb1UYMVhJ6NtpRW0_J33jAEoD06LFowboSe_jI17CSpNXXwGzB1F_ZaMvg3HxG8277EmzxHl/s320/divers+chevaux+%C3%A9t%C3%A92009+009.jpg" border="0" /> </p><p><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;">Quelle ponette cette Ondée. Elle m'a en fait voir quand elle a refusé sur le premier obstacle au concours mais bon après tout c'était de ma faute.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;">A la rando elle a été magnifique elle est trop mignonne. C'est vrai que maintenant je préfère Stella mais cette ponette m'a fait aimé le saut, c'est pas rien.</span></strong><br /></p>Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15864215293617968647noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327941401730396493.post-19020424454338767772009-07-26T16:45:00.000-07:002009-08-22T07:48:54.534-07:00<div><br /><br /><blockquote><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR1M1IZQzmu3qLAVXiOv2FnCRLpqnOgGH4mh0SurYJcYSshTkxMg6-U4t2KFxd0nUjp0n41t-92XJSHWq8jPlknSaux0o0G7JRYosV-T-COn9gZMvHVlfgxLYUeJdlAkGyN-imh9P1klB9/s1600-h/Elise+et+Marée-Noire+09.2008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362774446692793922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR1M1IZQzmu3qLAVXiOv2FnCRLpqnOgGH4mh0SurYJcYSshTkxMg6-U4t2KFxd0nUjp0n41t-92XJSHWq8jPlknSaux0o0G7JRYosV-T-COn9gZMvHVlfgxLYUeJdlAkGyN-imh9P1klB9/s320/Elise+et+Mar%C3%A9e-Noire+09.2008.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#339999;"> <strong>Voilà, je vous présente Marée-Noire. C'est une ânesse qui à une robe croix de St André.</strong></span></span></blockquote></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"><strong>Autant vous dire tout de suite que je l'aime plus que tout.</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div><em><em></em></em></div><br /><br /><div><em><em></em></em></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363117384128388082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgguxaxjWPDphviLdVYuVW8lVYbGlUztoGjXGhr2qv6II6gCmIoHtUk1svdydhpKdsHr9tMaidyrMAkmhfp3JxcSJxYqgdE3R7TUE2VeOxbNrgpLpdkC7jEClb3K4UdOF5rV0lZ9DR_dsDl/s320/decaz.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div><em><em></em></em></div><br /><br /><div><em><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">On s'est rencontées au détour d'un chemin</span></em><span style="color:#33cc00;"><br /><em></em></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#33cc00;"><em>Tout tracé, il était notre destin</em><br /></span><em><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">C'était de vivre notre histoire</span></em><span style="color:#33cc00;"><br /></span><em><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Avec toi, Marée-Noire.</span><br /></em><br /></div></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363108376684883362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq6GHt3FuV71r5NKWGER_r74XJJLMSNEZvtWwx4_F9oA2KLpE4lVqRxluPgReYeDOTZXBknBY03yNn7lOnLaiW6puyHPUL9V4h6debDP8Rg-RuuvHdBOyQ9QOoFAp0phWG0Wsv-8lAtTQ1/s320/a3.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Elle est mon amie la plus fidèle. Elle sait me consoler quand j'ai des coups de blues. Et quand tout va bien elle sait me faire rigoler, par ses cavalcades au fond du pré.</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Quand on est que toutes les deux, on part en promenade en forêt ou sur la route, mais ce qui est certain c'est qu'on ne sait jamais où on va.</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Mais en tout les cas, quand on passe dans des villages tout le monde regarde notre passage avec beaucous de sourires car bien des gens croient que les ânes sont bêtes mais c'est FAUX !!!!!!!!!! Ils sont bien plus intelligents que l'on ne croit.</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363109002886154098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwmZldg8cvz7mPrEIDj8CXOJoZdgsWeb0Kb16bwsEShyphenhyphenORaitxxNa03ZcuxE1EbedMPK9BpHp0YCWyT9W__OiCi3O9CAnf1SLS9Q8p6lvYiaM30GLB64Ik0ljia0NVXW9JGf2TAksoMdas/s320/Image003.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p><em><span style="color:#cc9933;">Et tout ses bons moments que j'ai passé avec elle continueront encore longtemps car elle je l'aime de tout mon coeur et elle c'est Marée-Noire !!</span></em></p>Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15864215293617968647noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327941401730396493.post-54903947675814681002009-07-24T05:58:00.000-07:002009-07-26T07:47:46.076-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw9JGsZry2rXY4lWhG67lDN7oNoHgEG_g-P4hxsbPffVcnELVpur7CZUiXhv_1Ym95KRI0ljtSi4iWJS2ok9LukjvAUsSh7duvz7HDqZlA8CilgSzGkYq0QBgNosXVTJvWXa-yKFxcZ31_/s1600-h/real_8673-cheval-sur-fond-orange.jpg"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362011788098656626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw9JGsZry2rXY4lWhG67lDN7oNoHgEG_g-P4hxsbPffVcnELVpur7CZUiXhv_1Ym95KRI0ljtSi4iWJS2ok9LukjvAUsSh7duvz7HDqZlA8CilgSzGkYq0QBgNosXVTJvWXa-yKFxcZ31_/s400/real_8673-cheval-sur-fond-orange.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span><div></div><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"><strong>La vérité est comme le soleil.</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"><strong>Elle fait tout voir et ne se laisse pas regarder.</strong></span></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Victor Hugo</span></em></span></strong></p>Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15864215293617968647noreply@blogger.com1