dimanche 7 juillet 2002 @ 19h33

compiègne, juillet

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samedi 17 août 2002 @ 19h37

août, paris 11

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jeudi 26 février 2004 @ 11h38

mes drôles d’enchantements









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samedi 1 janvier 2005 @ 13h11

Mon enfant est né le premier janvier 2005. Nous l’avons appelé Jules.

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lundi 8 août 2005 @ 8h34

parking, 28 juillet 2005

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lundi 8 août 2005 @ 9h12

parking 1

parking leclerc

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lundi 8 août 2005 @ 11h09

parking 2

parking leclerc 2

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lundi 8 août 2005 @ 12h03

parking 3.1

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lundi 8 août 2005 @ 18h33

parking 3.3

Queen Victoria,
My father and all his tobacco loved you,
I love you too in all your forms,
the slim and lovely virgin floating among German beer,
the mean governess of the huge pink maps,
the solitary mourner of a prince.
Queen Victoria,
I am cold and rainy,
I am dirty as a glass roof in a train station,
I feel like an empty cast iron exhibition,
I want ornaments on everything,
because my love, she gone with other boys.
Queen Victoria,
do you have a punishment under the white lace,
will you be short with her, will you make her read those little Bibles,
will you spank her with a mechanical corset.
I want her pure as power, I want her skin slightly musty with petticoats
will you wash the easy bidet out of her head?
Queen Victoria,
I’m not much nourished by modern love,
will you come into my life
with your sorrow and your black carriages,
And your perfect
memories.
Queen Victoria,
the Twentieth Century belongs to you and me.
Let us be two severe giants not less lonely for our partnership,
who discolour test tubes in the halls of Science,
who turn up unwelcome at every World’s Fair,
heavy with proverbs and corrections,
confusing the star-dazed tourists
with our incomparable sense of loss.

L. Cohen

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lundi 8 août 2005 @ 22h49

parking 3.4

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    <tr>
               <td width="160" style="vertical-align:middle; border-style:dashed; border-color:#999999;border-width:1px;" onmouseover="this.style.lineHeight=’1.2em’; this.style.color=’#FFFFFF’; this.style.borderColor=’#FFFFFF’;" onmouseout="this.style.lineHeight=’0.3em’; this.style.color=’#999999’; this.style.borderColor=’#999999’;">
               Queen Victoria,<br />
                   My father and all his tobacco loved you,<br />
                   I love you too in all your forms,<br />
                   the slim and lovely virgin floating among German beer,<br />
                   the mean governess of the huge pink maps,<br />
                   the solitary mourner of a prince.</td>
               <td width="160" style="vertical-align:middle;" onmouseover="this.style.lineHeight=’1.2em’; this.style.color=’#FFFFFF’;" onmouseout="this.style.lineHeight=’0.3em’; this.style.color=’#999999’;">
               Queen Victoria,<br />
                   <font color="#FFFFFF">I am cold and rainy,</font><br />
                   <font color="#FFFFFF">I am dirty as a glass roof</font> in a train station,<br />
                   <font color="#FFFFFF">I feel like an empty cast iron exhibition,</font><br />
                   <font color="#FFFFFF">I want ornaments on everything,</font><br />
                   <font color="#FFFFFF">because my love, </font>she gone with other boys.</td>
               <td width="160" style="vertical-align:middle;" onmouseover="this.style.lineHeight=’1.2em’; this.style.color=’#FFFFFF’;" onmouseout="this.style.lineHeight=’0.3em’; this.style.color=’#999999’;">
               Queen Victoria,<br />
                   do you have a punishment under the white lace,<br />
                   will you be short with her, will you make her read those little Bibles,<br />
                   will you spank her with a mechanical corset.<br />
                   I want her pure as power, I want her skin slightly musty with petticoats<br />
                   will you wash the easy bidet out of her head?</td>
               <td width="160" style="vertical-align:middle;" onmouseover="this.style.lineHeight=’1.2em’;this.style.color=’#FFFFFF’;" onmouseout="this.style.lineHeight=’0.3em’; this.style.color=’#999999’;">
               Queen Victoria,<br />
                   I’m not much nourished by modern love,<br />
   &n
bsp;               will you come into my life<br />
                   with your sorrow and your black carriages,<br />
                   And your perfect<br />
                   memories.</td>
               <td width="160" style="vertical-align:middle;" onmouseover="this.style.lineHeight=’1.2em’; this.style.color=’#FFFFFF’;" onmouseout="this.style.lineHeight=’0.3em’; this.style.color=’#999999’;">
               Queen Victoria,<br />
                   the Twentieth Century belongs to you and me.<br />
                   Let us be two severe giants not less lonely for our partnership,<br />
                   who discolour test tubes in the halls of Science,<br />
                   who turn up unwelcome at every World’s Fair,<br />
                   heavy with proverbs and corrections,<br />
                   confusing the star-dazed tourists<br />
                   with our incomparable sense of loss.</td>
   </tr>
</table>

<div style="width:800px;text-align:right">L. Cohen</div>
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lundi 5 septembre 2005 @ 23h26

untitled3

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lundi 12 septembre 2005 @ 10h52

( retard )

rue de la brêche aux loups

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