tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53796110479053191122024-03-18T20:57:33.019-07:00r a l o u fdes phrases (ralouf) et des dessins (chicken korma)raloufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11406390791964897800noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379611047905319112.post-54081308801045194782013-02-24T05:59:00.001-08:002013-02-24T05:59:58.535-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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L'écran géant sur la place publique retransmet un documentaire sur les dinoflagellés.<br />raloufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11406390791964897800noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379611047905319112.post-47293897916517698722013-02-24T05:56:00.004-08:002013-02-24T05:56:47.442-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Je fais la sieste au jardin du Luxembourg. Un jeune homme me réveille et me demande : "vous avez des cartes à jouer à nous prêter ?". Je lui réponds, dans un demi-sommeil : "non, mais si vous voulez, j'ai des pièces de Scrabble". raloufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11406390791964897800noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379611047905319112.post-2243545500568268912013-02-24T05:56:00.000-08:002013-02-24T05:56:14.759-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Parfois, j'ai l'impression que les chevreuils font de la figuration animale pour toucher un RSA sous forme de graminées.<br />raloufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11406390791964897800noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379611047905319112.post-76000304749770707602013-02-17T06:11:00.000-08:002013-02-17T06:11:34.753-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Rêve : éplucher une banane et s'apercevoir qu'elle est vide.<br />raloufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11406390791964897800noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379611047905319112.post-17147156049988733342013-02-17T06:10:00.004-08:002013-02-17T06:11:58.602-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Le "pain au melon" n'a ici du melon que la forme. Et encore, il faut de l'imagination. Malgré la petite déception initiale, c'est mon préféré.raloufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11406390791964897800noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379611047905319112.post-59865699790379617682013-02-17T06:06:00.002-08:002013-02-17T06:07:12.713-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Entendu :<br />
"J'arrive jamais à trouver le centre!" (à propos des boutons déclenchant l'ouverture des portes du bus)raloufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11406390791964897800noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379611047905319112.post-36431404028443172742013-02-17T06:05:00.000-08:002013-02-17T06:06:05.809-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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J'ai bu un <i>float soda</i>, une boule de glace à la vanille dans du soda vert fluo.<br />
K. me dit : quand j'étais petite, j'avais hâte de devenir adulte pour pouvoir en boire tous les jours.<br />
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<br />"C'est bizarre dehors, rien ne bouge... c'est comme dans les westerns..."<br />
À part cet oiseau, une pie, il avait raison. L'horloge indiquait 14h05.raloufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11406390791964897800noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379611047905319112.post-52391401022846338982013-02-17T04:35:00.002-08:002013-02-17T04:50:47.053-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Un bateau qui va vers l'Inde, la nuit.<br />
Je pense au nez de Kana.<br />
よるのなか インドいくふね かなのはな raloufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11406390791964897800noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379611047905319112.post-37091833984182568862013-02-09T07:15:00.000-08:002013-02-09T07:15:00.614-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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J'écoute la radio, débat sur le livre numérique. Une voix chuintante : "de toute façon, les choses sont !" L'animateur, surpris : "les chaussons ?"raloufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11406390791964897800noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379611047905319112.post-8917740984761451812013-02-09T07:11:00.002-08:002013-02-09T07:11:33.301-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Les avions en papier s'enfonçaient dans sa grosse touffe de cheveux. <br />raloufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11406390791964897800noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379611047905319112.post-6280719905011485582013-02-09T07:10:00.002-08:002013-02-09T07:10:25.460-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>Bouddha</i> et <i>gyoza</i> existent ensemble sans être reliés, sauf peut-être dans ce temple de Yanaka ouvert une fois dans l’année. raloufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11406390791964897800noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379611047905319112.post-59418150428498181892013-02-09T07:07:00.002-08:002013-02-09T07:07:54.452-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Rêve : <br /><br />Monsieur l'ambassadeur envoie une roquette d'auto-dérision dans les eaux non-territoriales. raloufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11406390791964897800noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379611047905319112.post-24114031399474712162013-02-09T07:02:00.000-08:002013-02-09T07:02:32.452-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Fantasme : rentrer à la maison, ma petite cabane de bois, discrètement, au dessus des nuages, en tapir volant. L'animal est connu au Japon pour manger les rêves. Il en double de volume, puis lévite.raloufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11406390791964897800noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379611047905319112.post-48289329100984760082013-02-09T07:00:00.001-08:002013-02-09T07:00:57.373-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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dans cette langue je ne sais dire que <i>glace</i> et <i>chien</i>. Ainsi, je pourrais toujours, en cas de petite faim, m'offrir une glace au chien.raloufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11406390791964897800noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379611047905319112.post-47191512472053801562013-01-27T06:28:00.004-08:002013-01-27T06:36:36.120-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Je lis sur la petite affiche du restaurant le nom d'un spectacle de pantomime : <i>Comment j'ai élevé des escargots sur tes seins</i>.raloufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11406390791964897800noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379611047905319112.post-59081926508043259922013-01-27T06:28:00.000-08:002013-01-27T07:38:59.621-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Au Népal, j'ai pris la compagnie aérienne Yeti Airlines, pour un <i>mountain flight</i>. Le pilote n'était pas le Yéti.raloufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11406390791964897800noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379611047905319112.post-17449419173914505752013-01-27T06:27:00.001-08:002013-01-27T06:27:24.357-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Avant de commencer un petit boulot sur une fête foraine, mon employeur me dit : votre travail consiste à analyser, confirmer et indiquer si ces châteaux mous sont toujours praticables. raloufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11406390791964897800noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379611047905319112.post-32227275470002132702013-01-27T06:26:00.001-08:002013-01-27T07:42:14.491-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Lu dans une revue pour enfant une histoire qui commençait ainsi (je traduis) : <i>j'ai rencontré à la piscine une tortue molle du Nil, suffisamment grande pour m'asseoir sur son cou et parcourir le monde, le coeur au bord des lèvres</i>.<br />
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Le Minotaure est à l’extérieur du labyrinthe.<b> </b>raloufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11406390791964897800noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379611047905319112.post-51079133488006187682013-01-27T06:23:00.001-08:002013-02-24T05:55:08.034-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Rêve : des boîtes à chaussures remplies de mousse verte virevoltent sur une autoroute de beurre, bien que cela soit interdit.<br />raloufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11406390791964897800noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379611047905319112.post-76509372542697576262013-01-26T23:33:00.000-08:002013-01-27T06:05:52.367-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Un ami me parle du dieu du ciel du pantalon mésopotamien (pour panthéon, sans doute).<br />
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Sur le menu je déchiffre : choucroute défrichée. Je me demande ce qu'est exactement une choucroute en friche.raloufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11406390791964897800noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379611047905319112.post-10265713236181902252013-01-26T23:24:00.000-08:002013-01-27T06:05:23.525-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Du vingt-quatrième étage, les trains orange de la ligne Chûô ressemblent à de belles et grosses limaces se dirigeant vers les montagnes.raloufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11406390791964897800noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379611047905319112.post-61705197890774940152013-01-26T23:23:00.000-08:002013-01-27T03:00:01.588-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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J’aime le Mont Fuji vu de loin : simple, en trois traits, c’est un dessin d’enfant.raloufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11406390791964897800noreply@blogger.com