<?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-2626725648484067174</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:28:19.972-08:00</updated><category term='croire'/><category term='amour'/><category term='pleurer'/><category term='temps'/><category term='vérité'/><category term='souffrir'/><category term='manger'/><category term='vie'/><category term='rêver'/><category term='lire'/><category term='bonheur'/><category term='famille'/><category term='enfance'/><category term='parler'/><category term='cuisiner'/><category term='mourir'/><category term='écrire'/><title type='text'>une épigraphe</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>hélène</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030523002774846500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626725648484067174.post-7480496880918362239</id><published>2011-09-18T06:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T06:18:01.139-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='écrire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lire'/><title type='text'>lire et écrire</title><content type='html'>Le papier est bon âne. Ce qu'on lui met sur le dos, il le porte. Proverbe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marie-Hélène Lafon, &lt;i&gt;L'Annonce&lt;/i&gt;, folio, 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2626725648484067174-7480496880918362239?l=uneepigraphe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/feeds/7480496880918362239/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2626725648484067174&amp;postID=7480496880918362239' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/7480496880918362239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/7480496880918362239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/2011/09/lire-et-ecrire.html' title='lire et écrire'/><author><name>hélène</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030523002774846500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626725648484067174.post-4508693906767906667</id><published>2009-05-20T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T00:57:02.746-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mourir'/><title type='text'>fantômes</title><content type='html'>J'ai de plus en plus l'impression que le temps n'existe absolument pas, qu'au contraire il n'y a que des espaces imbriqués les uns dans les autres ... que les vivants et les morts au gré de leur humeur peuvent passer de l'un à l'autre, et plus j'y réfléchis, plus il me semble que nous qui sommes encore en vie, nous sommes aux yeux des morts des êtres irréels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2626725648484067174-4508693906767906667?l=uneepigraphe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/feeds/4508693906767906667/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2626725648484067174&amp;postID=4508693906767906667' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/4508693906767906667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/4508693906767906667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/2009/05/fantomes.html' title='fantômes'/><author><name>hélène</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030523002774846500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626725648484067174.post-8151949919122218534</id><published>2008-09-18T06:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T06:29:48.912-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pleurer'/><title type='text'>tristesse</title><content type='html'>Adieu tristesse&lt;br /&gt;Bonjour tristesse&lt;br /&gt;Tu es inscrite dans les lignes du plafond&lt;br /&gt;Tu est inscrite dans les yeux que j'aime&lt;br /&gt;Tu n'est pas tout à fait misère&lt;br /&gt;Car les lèvres les plus pauvres te dénonçent&lt;br /&gt;Par un sourire&lt;br /&gt;Bonjour tristesse&lt;br /&gt;Amour des corps aimables&lt;br /&gt;Puissance de l'amour&lt;br /&gt;Dont l'amabilité surgit&lt;br /&gt;Comme un monstre sans corps&lt;br /&gt;Tête désappointée&lt;br /&gt;Tristesse beau visage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Paul Eluard, La Vie immédiate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Françoise Sagan, Bonjour tristesse, Pocket, 1991&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2626725648484067174-8151949919122218534?l=uneepigraphe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/feeds/8151949919122218534/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2626725648484067174&amp;postID=8151949919122218534' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/8151949919122218534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/8151949919122218534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/2008/09/tristesse.html' title='tristesse'/><author><name>hélène</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030523002774846500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626725648484067174.post-1385793259873169681</id><published>2008-09-18T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T06:26:00.499-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vérité'/><title type='text'>bouche cousue</title><content type='html'>Il y a vérité et vérité. Le monde a beau être plein de gens qui se figurent vous avoir évalué au plus juste, vous ou votre voisin, ce qu'on ne sait pas est un puits sans fond. Et la vérité sur nous, une affaire sans fin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Philippe Roth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mazarine Pingeot, Bouche cousue, Pocket, 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2626725648484067174-1385793259873169681?l=uneepigraphe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/feeds/1385793259873169681/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2626725648484067174&amp;postID=1385793259873169681' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/1385793259873169681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/1385793259873169681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/2008/09/bouche-cousue.html' title='bouche cousue'/><author><name>hélène</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030523002774846500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626725648484067174.post-4919224985806768301</id><published>2008-09-17T06:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T06:02:34.306-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='famille'/><title type='text'>mon père ce héros</title><content type='html'>Le père de famille est l'aventurier de l'ère moderne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;André Gide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daniel Picouly, Le Champ de personne, J'ai lu, 1997&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2626725648484067174-4919224985806768301?l=uneepigraphe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/feeds/4919224985806768301/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2626725648484067174&amp;postID=4919224985806768301' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/4919224985806768301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/4919224985806768301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/2008/09/mon-pre-ce-hros.html' title='mon père ce héros'/><author><name>hélène</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030523002774846500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626725648484067174.post-1065631878479276155</id><published>2008-09-17T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T05:57:10.439-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lire'/><title type='text'>lecture</title><content type='html'>Je crois que tous les romans commencent avec une vieille dame assise en face de vous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Virginia Woolf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Karine Fougeray, Elle fait les galettes, c'est toute sa vie, Pocket, 2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2626725648484067174-1065631878479276155?l=uneepigraphe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/feeds/1065631878479276155/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2626725648484067174&amp;postID=1065631878479276155' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/1065631878479276155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/1065631878479276155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/2008/09/lecture.html' title='lecture'/><author><name>hélène</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030523002774846500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626725648484067174.post-2807676347527670266</id><published>2008-09-17T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T05:54:24.696-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amour'/><title type='text'>la saveur de la vie</title><content type='html'>Ils ont dit : "Tu es devenu fou à cause de Celui que tu aimes."&lt;br /&gt;J'ai dit: "La saveur de la vie n'est pas pour les fous."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Yâfi'î, Raoudh al rayâhîn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Romain Gary, La vie devant soi, Folio, 2004&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2626725648484067174-2807676347527670266?l=uneepigraphe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/feeds/2807676347527670266/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2626725648484067174&amp;postID=2807676347527670266' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/2807676347527670266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/2807676347527670266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/2008/09/la-saveur-de-la-vie.html' title='la saveur de la vie'/><author><name>hélène</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030523002774846500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626725648484067174.post-6229044017821591259</id><published>2008-09-17T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T05:51:39.374-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vérité'/><title type='text'>révélation</title><content type='html'>Il est rare, très rare qu'une révélation soit faite dans la vérité totale ; il est très rare qu'elle ne s'accompagne pas d'un léger déguisement, ou d'une légère méprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Jane Austen, Emma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Karen Joy Fowler, Le Club Jane Austen, Folio, 2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2626725648484067174-6229044017821591259?l=uneepigraphe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/feeds/6229044017821591259/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2626725648484067174&amp;postID=6229044017821591259' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/6229044017821591259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/6229044017821591259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/2008/09/rvlation.html' title='révélation'/><author><name>hélène</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030523002774846500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626725648484067174.post-1998703190423211564</id><published>2008-09-17T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T05:48:39.085-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='famille'/><title type='text'>ma mère</title><content type='html'>Voilà ma mère qui voyage. Les mères sont toujours en voyage, elles voyagent d'une chemise de leur fils à une autre chemise, d'un bouton de veste à un autre bouton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Milivog Slavicek, Petite poèsie pour les mères&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diastème, Les Papas et les mamans, Points, 2003&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2626725648484067174-1998703190423211564?l=uneepigraphe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/feeds/1998703190423211564/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2626725648484067174&amp;postID=1998703190423211564' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/1998703190423211564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/1998703190423211564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/2008/09/ma-mre.html' title='ma mère'/><author><name>hélène</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030523002774846500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626725648484067174.post-8471851103262986469</id><published>2008-09-17T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T12:09:26.177-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vie'/><title type='text'>souvenirs</title><content type='html'>Nos traces en ce monde sont les plus lourdes là où nos pas furent les plus légers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Jean Giraudoux&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Philippe Delerm, Les Chemins nous inventent, Le Livre de Poche, 1999&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2626725648484067174-8471851103262986469?l=uneepigraphe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/feeds/8471851103262986469/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2626725648484067174&amp;postID=8471851103262986469' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/8471851103262986469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/8471851103262986469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/2008/09/souvenirs.html' title='souvenirs'/><author><name>hélène</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030523002774846500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626725648484067174.post-1633359257639405891</id><published>2008-09-17T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T05:40:47.296-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manger'/><title type='text'>lire</title><content type='html'>Toujours pâle et absorbée, elle lisait avec un air dur, à côté d'une tasse de chocolat refroidi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Colette&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Philippe Delerm, Dickens, barbe à papa, Folio, 2008&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2626725648484067174-1633359257639405891?l=uneepigraphe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/feeds/1633359257639405891/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2626725648484067174&amp;postID=1633359257639405891' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/1633359257639405891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/1633359257639405891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/2008/09/lire.html' title='lire'/><author><name>hélène</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030523002774846500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626725648484067174.post-107637288726400960</id><published>2008-09-17T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T05:39:20.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manger'/><title type='text'>lire et manger</title><content type='html'>Les plats se lisent et les livres se mangent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Marcel Proust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Philippe Delerm, Dickens, barbe à papa, Folio, 2008&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2626725648484067174-107637288726400960?l=uneepigraphe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/feeds/107637288726400960/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2626725648484067174&amp;postID=107637288726400960' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/107637288726400960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/107637288726400960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/2008/09/lire-et-manger.html' title='lire et manger'/><author><name>hélène</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030523002774846500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626725648484067174.post-7736166037936392362</id><published>2008-09-17T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T05:42:26.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manger'/><title type='text'>nourritures</title><content type='html'>J'aime ce qui me nourrit : le boire, le manger, les livres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;La Boétie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Philippe Delerm, Dickens, barbe à pap, Folio, 2008&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2626725648484067174-7736166037936392362?l=uneepigraphe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/feeds/7736166037936392362/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626725648484067174.post-3571835961533363747</id><published>2008-09-16T01:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T01:15:44.840-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enfance'/><title type='text'>grandir</title><content type='html'>J'ai été un enfant, je ne le suis plus et je n'en reviens pas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Albert Cohen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;François Morel, Les Habits du dimanche, Pocket, 2000&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2626725648484067174-3571835961533363747?l=uneepigraphe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/feeds/3571835961533363747/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2626725648484067174&amp;postID=3571835961533363747' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/3571835961533363747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/3571835961533363747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/2008/09/grandir.html' title='grandir'/><author><name>hélène</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030523002774846500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626725648484067174.post-6745689087241942262</id><published>2008-09-11T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T09:00:19.510-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mourir'/><title type='text'>la maison du Père</title><content type='html'>Certes, ma vie est déjà pleine de morts. Mais le plus mort des morts est le petit garçon que je fus. Là pourtant, à l'heure venue, c'est lui qui reprendra sa place à la tête de ma vie, rassemblera mes pauvres années jusqu'à la dernière, et comme un jeune chef ses vétérans, ralliant la troupe en désordre, entrera le premier dans la maison du Père.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georges Bernanos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Philippe Labro, Le Petit Garçon, Gallimard, 1990&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2626725648484067174-6745689087241942262?l=uneepigraphe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/feeds/6745689087241942262/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2626725648484067174&amp;postID=6745689087241942262' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/6745689087241942262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/6745689087241942262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/2008/09/la-maison-du-pre.html' title='la maison du Père'/><author><name>hélène</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030523002774846500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626725648484067174.post-1227229328483586571</id><published>2008-09-11T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T08:54:56.290-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuisiner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='croire'/><title type='text'>sainte popote</title><content type='html'>Courage, mes filles ! Ne vous affligez pas quand l'obéissance vous obligera à travailler aux choses extérieures, serait-ce à la cuisine; sachez que Notre Seigneur est là, au milieu des marmites, et qu'il nous aide, ici comme ailleurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Sainte Thérèse d'Avila, Livre des fondations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alix de Saint-André, Ma Nanie, Gallimard, 2003&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2626725648484067174-1227229328483586571?l=uneepigraphe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/feeds/1227229328483586571/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2626725648484067174&amp;postID=1227229328483586571' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/1227229328483586571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/1227229328483586571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/2008/09/sainte-popote.html' title='sainte popote'/><author><name>hélène</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030523002774846500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626725648484067174.post-6609463275961090488</id><published>2008-09-11T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T08:46:57.719-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amour'/><title type='text'>des caresses</title><content type='html'>J'ai les mains agréables.&lt;br /&gt;Vous savez très bien que vous ne trouverez pas ailleurs qu'avec moi&lt;br /&gt;La force qu'il vous faut et que je suis l'homme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Paul Claudel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Camille Laurens, Dans ces bras-là, P.O.L., 2000&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2626725648484067174-6609463275961090488?l=uneepigraphe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/feeds/6609463275961090488/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2626725648484067174&amp;postID=6609463275961090488' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/6609463275961090488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/6609463275961090488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/2008/09/des-caresses.html' title='des caresses'/><author><name>hélène</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030523002774846500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626725648484067174.post-302769961812855124</id><published>2008-09-11T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T08:43:56.951-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amour'/><title type='text'>magique !</title><content type='html'>Moi je sais tous tes sortilèges&lt;br /&gt;Tu sais tous mes envoûtements&lt;br /&gt;Tu m'as gardé de piège en piège&lt;br /&gt;Je t'ai perdue de temps en temps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacques Brel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pascal Jardin, Je te reparlerai d'amour, Julliard, 1975&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2626725648484067174-302769961812855124?l=uneepigraphe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/feeds/302769961812855124/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2626725648484067174&amp;postID=302769961812855124' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/302769961812855124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/302769961812855124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/2008/09/magique.html' title='magique !'/><author><name>hélène</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030523002774846500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626725648484067174.post-3231784401371060458</id><published>2008-09-11T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T08:41:29.493-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rêver'/><title type='text'>la vraie vie</title><content type='html'>La vraie vie est absente. Nous ne sommes pas au monde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Arthur Rimbaud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alexandre Jardin, Le Zubial, Gallimard, 1997&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2626725648484067174-3231784401371060458?l=uneepigraphe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/feeds/3231784401371060458/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2626725648484067174&amp;postID=3231784401371060458' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/3231784401371060458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/3231784401371060458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/2008/09/la-vraie-vie.html' title='la vraie vie'/><author><name>hélène</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030523002774846500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626725648484067174.post-9187158803587279683</id><published>2008-09-11T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T08:39:03.892-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pleurer'/><title type='text'>pleurs</title><content type='html'>Allez, ne pleure pas, comme dit la musique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Ingeborg Bachmann&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nancy Huston, L'Empreinte de l'ange, Actes Sud, 1998&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2626725648484067174-9187158803587279683?l=uneepigraphe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/feeds/9187158803587279683/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2626725648484067174&amp;postID=9187158803587279683' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/9187158803587279683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/9187158803587279683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/2008/09/pleurs.html' title='pleurs'/><author><name>hélène</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030523002774846500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626725648484067174.post-7022376404401520955</id><published>2008-09-11T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T08:36:56.132-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='souffrir'/><title type='text'>j'ai mal</title><content type='html'>Je suis la plaie et le couteau&lt;br /&gt;La victime et le bourreau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Baudelaire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Françoise Giroud, Mon très cher amour..., Grasset, 1994&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2626725648484067174-7022376404401520955?l=uneepigraphe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/feeds/7022376404401520955/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2626725648484067174&amp;postID=7022376404401520955' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/7022376404401520955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/7022376404401520955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/2008/09/jai-mal.html' title='j&apos;ai mal'/><author><name>hélène</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030523002774846500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626725648484067174.post-5083101859510521510</id><published>2008-09-11T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T08:29:12.417-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amour'/><title type='text'>que je t'aime</title><content type='html'>Y a-t-il quelqu'un ici qui veuille m'aimer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Johnny Halliday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Philippe Delerm, Il avait plu tout le dimanche, Mercure de France, 1998&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2626725648484067174-5083101859510521510?l=uneepigraphe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/feeds/5083101859510521510/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2626725648484067174&amp;postID=5083101859510521510' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/5083101859510521510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/5083101859510521510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/2008/09/que-je-taime.html' title='que je t&apos;aime'/><author><name>hélène</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030523002774846500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626725648484067174.post-7431462531951239361</id><published>2008-09-11T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T08:26:57.298-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='famille'/><title type='text'>un fils</title><content type='html'>Fais-moi des fils ou j'en mourrai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;La Genèse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marie Darrieussecq, Le Bébé, P.O.L., 2002&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2626725648484067174-7431462531951239361?l=uneepigraphe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/feeds/7431462531951239361/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2626725648484067174&amp;postID=7431462531951239361' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/7431462531951239361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/7431462531951239361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/2008/09/un-fils.html' title='un fils'/><author><name>hélène</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030523002774846500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626725648484067174.post-6449097393523210923</id><published>2008-08-13T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T06:38:12.500-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='temps'/><title type='text'>le temps qui passe</title><content type='html'>Comme le temps peut devenir tranquille... Et comme tant de choses peuvent aller et venir en silence. Le souvenir par exemple... Même le plus lointain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odön von Horvath, Un fils de notre temps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michèle Lesbre, La Petite Trotteuse, Sabine Wespiese éditeur, 2005&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2626725648484067174-6449097393523210923?l=uneepigraphe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/feeds/6449097393523210923/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2626725648484067174&amp;postID=6449097393523210923' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/6449097393523210923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/6449097393523210923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/2008/09/le-temps-qui-passe.html' title='le temps qui passe'/><author><name>hélène</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030523002774846500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626725648484067174.post-4880042469360979923</id><published>2008-08-06T05:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T05:11:06.356-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vie'/><title type='text'>l'été</title><content type='html'>Je vais te dire : reprends tes esprits, considère les choses simplements, comme tout le monde. Ici-bas, tout est simple. Le plafond est blanc, les bottes sont noires, le sucre est sucré.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Anton TCHEKHOV, Ivanov&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jeanne HERRY, 80 étés, Gallimard, 2005&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2626725648484067174-4880042469360979923?l=uneepigraphe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/feeds/4880042469360979923/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2626725648484067174&amp;postID=4880042469360979923' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/4880042469360979923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/4880042469360979923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/2008/08/lt.html' title='l&apos;été'/><author><name>hélène</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030523002774846500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626725648484067174.post-821479888233924551</id><published>2008-07-30T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T07:28:46.518-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bonheur'/><title type='text'>à table</title><content type='html'>"Lorsque la famille était réunie à table, et que la soupière fumait, Maman disait parfois :&lt;br /&gt;-Cessez un instant de boire et de parler.&lt;br /&gt;Nous obéissions.&lt;br /&gt;Nous nous regardions sans comprendre, amusés.&lt;br /&gt;-C'est pour vous faire penser au bonheur, ajoutait-elle.&lt;br /&gt;Nous n'avions plus envie de rire."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Félix Leclerc, Pieds nus dans l'aube&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Philippe Delerm, Le Bonheur, tableaux et bavardages, éditions du Rocher, 1998&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2626725648484067174-821479888233924551?l=uneepigraphe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/feeds/821479888233924551/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2626725648484067174&amp;postID=821479888233924551' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/821479888233924551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/821479888233924551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/2008/07/table.html' title='à table'/><author><name>hélène</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030523002774846500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626725648484067174.post-8161509059108421185</id><published>2008-07-30T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T07:28:33.034-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parler'/><title type='text'>le chat du cheshire</title><content type='html'>Elle était en train de promener autour d'elle son regard à la recherche de quelque moyen de s'enfuir, et elle se demandait si elle pourrait s'éloigner sans que l'on s'en aperçût, lorsqu'elle remarqua, dans les airs, une étrange apparition ; celle-ci tout d'abord l'intrigua fort, mais, après l'avoir observée attentivement pendant une minute ou deux, elle comprit qu'il s'agissait d'un sourire, et elle se dit: "C'est le Chat du Cheshire: maintenant je vais avoir quelqu'un avec qui causer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Lewis Carroll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marie Darrieusecq, Naissance de fantômes, P.O.L., 1998&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2626725648484067174-8161509059108421185?l=uneepigraphe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/feeds/8161509059108421185/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2626725648484067174&amp;postID=8161509059108421185' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/8161509059108421185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/8161509059108421185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/2008/07/le-chat-du-cheshire.html' title='le chat du cheshire'/><author><name>hélène</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030523002774846500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626725648484067174.post-4719143858729620178</id><published>2008-07-30T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T09:00:36.226-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mourir'/><title type='text'>à l'abbatoir</title><content type='html'>Puis le couteau s'enfonce. Le valet lui donne deux petites pousssées pour lui faire traverser la couenne, après quoi, c'est comme si la longue lame fondait en s'enfonçant jusqu'au manche à travers la graisse du cou.&lt;br /&gt;D'abord le verrat ne se rend compte de rien, il reste allongé quelques secondes à réfléchir un peu. Si! Il comprend alors qu'on le tue et hurle en cris étouffés jusqu'à ce qu'il n'en puisse plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Knut Hamsun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marie Darrieusecq, Truismes, P.O.L., 1996&lt;/em&gt;&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/2626725648484067174-4719143858729620178?l=uneepigraphe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/feeds/4719143858729620178/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2626725648484067174&amp;postID=4719143858729620178' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/4719143858729620178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626725648484067174/posts/default/4719143858729620178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneepigraphe.blogspot.com/2008/07/abbatoir.html' title='à l&apos;abbatoir'/><author><name>hélène</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030523002774846500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
