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A Paris, Kate Middleton brille dans une robe de soirée Jenny Packham ...                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    

500 membres d’une même famille sur une photo !

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              La La finalisation de l’arbre a été ponctuée par une grande réunion de famille le 31 janvier dernier, qui a pu rassembler plus de 500 personnes, venues de Pékin, Shanghai ou Taïwan. Le cliché ci-dessous a été immortalisé au moyen d’un drone, devant des formations de basalte.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Cependant, on est quand même encore bien loin du record de la plus grande réunion de famille enregistrée par les Guinness World Records. Celui-ci revient à la famille Porteau-Boileve, qui a rassemblé en Vendée 4 514 personnes en août 2012 ... Cocorico !

L'invitation au voyage ... 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Mon Mon enfant, ma soeur
Songe à la douceur
D'aller là-bas vivre ensemble !
Aimer à loisir
Aimer et mourir

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Au pays qui te ressemble !
Les soleils mouillés
De ces ciels brouillés

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Pour mon esprit ont les charmes
Si mystérieux
De tes traîtres yeux,
Brillant à travers leurs larmes.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté,
Luxe, calme et volupté.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Des meubles luisants
Polis par les ans
Décoreraient notre chambre
Les plus rares fleurs
Mêlant leurs odeurs
Aux vagues senteurs de l'ambre.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     Les riches plafonds
Les miroirs profonds
La splendeur orientale,

Tout y parlerait
A l'âme en secret
Sa douce langue natale.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté,
Luxe, calme et volupté.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         Vois sur ces canaux
Dormir ces vaisseaux
Dont l'humeur est vagabonde 
C'est pour assouvir
Ton moindre désir.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Qu'ils viennent du bout du monde
Les soleils couchants
Revêtent les champs
Les canaux, la ville entière.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                D'hyacinthe et d'or
Le monde s'endort
Dans une chaude lumière.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté
Luxe, calme et volupté.

Charles Baudelaire : (1821-1867) -Recueil "Les Fleurs Du Mal"

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              “Ce n’est que dans la liberté individuelle que l’amour et l’humain peuvent fleurir et seule une éducation basée sur la connaissance de soi peut offrir cette liberté.”

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          (Jiddu (Jiddu Krishnamurti)

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Liquid Dreams est un projet personnel du photographe italien Adolfo Maciocco, mettant en scène des ballerines et des danseurs dans des photographies sous-marines poétiques et envoûtantes ...