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                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             Saches que, même si des nuages de passage,

Viennent assombrir ton horizon,

Le soleil est toujours là  ...

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           (Serge Zeller)

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   Basilique Basilique notre dame de fourvière :  à  Lyon !                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

(crédit Photos :  Pierre MARY)

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Le Chat :

  par Thu Trinh-Bouvier ...

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   - Permettez-moi de vous faire remarquer qu’il a une chose plus puissante que le ciel, ce sont les nuages, puisque les nuages peuvent envahir le ciel.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    - Vous avez raison, répondit le mandarin. Et je vous remercie de cette remarque pleine de sens. Je vais désormais nommer mon chat “Nuage”.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             - Quelque temps après, un autre mandarin vint prendre le thé à la maison.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               - Comment, s’écria-t-il, vous appelez “Nuage” ce magnifique animal ? Mais il existe une chose bien plus forte que les nuages : c’est le vent qui les chasse.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          - Dès lors, son maître nomma “Vent” le bel animal.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        - Une semaine ne s’était pas écoulée que le maire de la ville, invité chez le mandarin, aperçut le précieux animal.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     - “Vent”, dit-il, c’est un nom bien indigne. Le vent trouve facilement son maître puisqu’un mur peut l’arrêter.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             - En effet, répondit le propriétaire du chat. Désormais, mon animal s’appellera “Mur”.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        - Un peu plus tard, un étudiant qui travaillait chez le mandarin fit remarquer respectueusement au seigneur qu’une souris était capable de vaincre le mur.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                - Cher maître, si je puis me permettre, il semble bien qu’une simple souris peut venir à bout de n’importe quel mur. Elle le mine en perçant des trous. Aussi petite soit-elle, elle est capable de grande chose puisqu’elle l’affaiblit et le détruit petit à petit.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          - C’est vrai, reconnut le mandarin. Je vais donc appeler mon magnifique chat “Souris”.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     - Vint alors à passer le petit garçon du jardinier.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           - “Souris” ! s’écria-t-il en éclatant de rire. Mais il y a quelqu’un de bien plus puissant que la souris, c’est le chat qui l’attrape et la mange !

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       - Le mandarin comprit alors sa vanité :
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     - Désormais, il nomma l’animal tout simplement : “ Chat ”.

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Gérard Depardieu se débarrasse de ses propriétés parisiennes ...

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             Depuis plusieurs années, l'acteur emblématique du cinéma français ne cache pas son désamour pour son pays natal.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         En 2013, cet amoureux de la Russie s'était fait remettre un passeport russe par Vladimir Poutine.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Dans Dans la foulée de l'élection de François Hollande, Gérard Depardieu avait établi sa résidence ainsi que le siège social de sa société à Néchin en Belgique. Dans un entretien au Corriere della Sera en 2012, il déclarait même ne plus se sentir français : « Non, je suis un citoyen du monde. La France risque de devenir un Disneyland pour les étrangers,peuplé d'imbéciles qui font du vin et du fromage qui pue pour les touristes. Il n'y a plus de liberté, les gens sont manipulés. »                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Et la vedette pourrait s'éloigner encore un peu plus de la France, rapporte le magazine Soixante-Quinze .

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       Dans son numéro de juillet-août, le magazine « des curieux de Paris » consacre sa couverture au « Paris de Depardieu » et s'intéresse particulièrement à la rue du Cherche-Midi dans le 6ème arrondissement de la capitale, « son fief ».                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         Seulement, d'après le mensuel, le comédien chercherait « à vendre tout ce qu'il possède dans la capitale ». Et d'appuyer ses dires en expliquant que Gérard Depardieu a déjà vendu la poissonnerie et l'épicerie japonaise dont il était propriétaire.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Selon le magazine, il chercherait maintenant à se débarrasser de son immense hôtel particulier de 1 800 mètres, l'hôtel de Chambon.

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                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Outre le fait que le manchot empereur est une race animale aux capacités tout à fait extraordinaires, il fait aussi preuve d’une sacrée dose de mignonnerie, comme le démontrent les images suivantes, toutes plus attendrissantes les unes que les autres. 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      En famille, dans l’eau ou sur la banquise, le manchot empereur sait rester ultra-mignon dans n’importe quelle situation !                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          

Crédit photo : essentialenvironmental.com

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Quand la nature humaine rencontre les paysages fascinants de l’Islande ...

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Après avoir survécu à un cancer, le photographe américain Kory Zuccarelli a imaginé le projet Understanding Human, ou la nature humaine rencontre les paysages fascinants de l’Islande. Une jolie série qui cherche à définir notre humanité et notre rapport au monde, nos sentiments et nos aspirations.  Des photographies sombres mais remplies de poésie.

                                                                                                                                                         La La comtesse Anna-Élisabeth de Noailles, née princesse Bibesco Bassaraba de Brancovan, est une poétesse et romancière française, d'origine roumaine, née à Paris le 15 novembre 1876 et morte à Paris le 30 avril 1933.   

                                                                                                                                                                                       Tout luit, tout bleuit, tout bruit,

                                                                                                                                                                                  Le jour est brûlant comme un fruit

                                                                                                                                                                                 Que le soleil fendille et cuit.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Chaque petite feuille est chaude

                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Et miroite dans l'air où rôde

                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Comme un parfum de reine-claude.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Du soleil comme de l'eau pleut

                                                                                                                                                                   Qui grésille et oscille un peu.

                                                                                                                                                                                     Un infini plaisir de vivre

                                                                                                                                                                                              S'élance de la forêt ivre,

                                                                                                                                                                                              Des blés roses comme du cuivre.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 (Auteure :  Anna de Noailles)