tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-136322322009-07-04T15:48:34.936+02:00Khomique de situationlshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070512698330735929noreply@blogger.comBlogger277125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632232.post-5559905765912260912009-07-04T15:45:00.002+02:002009-07-04T15:48:34.943+02:00<span style="font-family: lucida grande;">C'est l'histoire d'un petit bonhomme avec un grand trou dans le ventre, qui fait un peu froid parfois, traversé par les gestes des autres.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632232-555990576591226091?l=beish.blogspot.com'/></div>lshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070512698330735929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632232.post-21979649897002151962009-06-20T09:50:00.001+02:002009-06-20T09:50:39.023+02:00Jusqu'alors je pensais vaguement qu'il y avait une justice en ce monde.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632232-2197964989700215196?l=beish.blogspot.com'/></div>lshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070512698330735929noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632232.post-62076592099012003512009-06-15T21:39:00.002+02:002009-06-15T21:42:13.137+02:00Once (II)<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">By the fire, my bride, will be tainted our kin</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Our only desire bloodred on lion skin;</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And to the mighty roar, heifer, will you respond</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">If the veal hides the vice of which you have grown fond?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I will open your heart to the kiss and the crime;</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Once the flame tossed astray, I will teach you the rhyme.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632232-6207659209901200351?l=beish.blogspot.com'/></div>lshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070512698330735929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632232.post-86280105032306794012009-06-15T13:42:00.002+02:002009-06-15T13:48:43.142+02:00Once<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/SjY0_2g2doI/AAAAAAAAAQk/UicezEbTKmI/s1600-h/juin09+003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/SjY0_2g2doI/AAAAAAAAAQk/UicezEbTKmI/s400/juin09+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347519879118747266" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">"T'as du nuage sur le nez ?<br />- C'est l'auréole qui s'effiloche."</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632232-8628010503230679401?l=beish.blogspot.com'/></div>lshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070512698330735929noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632232.post-87646481548438999042009-06-06T13:11:00.004+02:002009-06-06T15:22:52.016+02:00Notre Noël approche.<br />Un enfant-dieu est mort pour mes péchés et le dogme dit : n'oublie pas.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632232-8764648154843899904?l=beish.blogspot.com'/></div>lshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070512698330735929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632232.post-64058726707117776152009-06-06T13:10:00.002+02:002009-06-06T13:15:18.250+02:00Humectant doucement sa lippe violacée.<br />Elle la lèvre sombre et mouillée.<br />Mots.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632232-6405872670711777615?l=beish.blogspot.com'/></div>lshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070512698330735929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632232.post-39164420412997067922009-06-03T17:13:00.003+02:002009-06-03T17:20:58.238+02:00OverdueJe sens l'orage ma peau se tend<br />Dans mes nerfs<br />les nappes de brise<br />Cindent<br />NOISE<br />The first rain chord to slash the town opens a symphony in jubilation.<br />It's raW desire and cigarette smoke tracing a ladder to the skies.<br />It's sitting on a balcony, soaked and wanting.<br />You must go naked in the storm. Offer yourself, and lose it in the fury.<br /><br />Soleil cou coupé par le désir du ciel.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632232-3916442041299706792?l=beish.blogspot.com'/></div>lshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070512698330735929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632232.post-2917504271398925722009-05-14T22:51:00.002+02:002009-05-14T23:04:32.369+02:00Les étoiles de mer portées par le ressac venaient s'échouer par dizaines à nos pieds.<br /><br />Le sable était froid et sec, leurs bouches s'ouvraient doucement caressantes, vivantes.<br /><br />Nous relancions les étoiles de mer dans le ressac par dizaines.<br /><br />Parfois elles se retournaient, sèches à peine, peut-être mortes.<br /><br />Nous relancions les étoiles de mer dans le ressac par dizaines.<br /><br />Les étoiles de mer portées par le ressac venaient s'échouer par dizaines à nos pieds.<br /><br /><br />How can you tell, Mrs Dalloway?<br /><br />There are moments in life she said when you feel a stranger to everything.<br /><br />I could go home go with you or stay by the tracks all night long.<br /><br />It makes no difference.<br /><br /><br />Je suis en école de commerce et nous relancions les étoiles de mer dans le ressac par dizaines.<br /><br />Plus tard j'aurai un mari deux enfants une auto et je serai heureuse.<br /><br />Plus tard j'aurai une amante un appartement une librairie et je serai heureuse.<br /><br />Plus tard j'aurai un bateau l'Argentine le ressac et je serai heureuse.<br /><br />Plus tard j'aurai une vie des convictions des raisons de et je serai heureuse.<br /><br />Nous relancions les étoile de mer dans le ressac par dizaines.<br /><br />It makes no difference.<br /><br /><br />Live for others.<br /><br />Always.<br /><br />Always the love, and always the hours.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632232-291750427139892572?l=beish.blogspot.com'/></div>lshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070512698330735929noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632232.post-76960821541940736232009-05-04T23:50:00.001+02:002009-05-04T23:56:29.584+02:00Abre los ojos<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/Sf9kEkCrzaI/AAAAAAAAAQc/BKTaAyvckWs/s1600-h/mars09+035.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/Sf9kEkCrzaI/AAAAAAAAAQc/BKTaAyvckWs/s400/mars09+035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332090513387146658" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://lsh.viewbook.com/">Photos de voyages.</a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632232-7696082154194073623?l=beish.blogspot.com'/></div>lshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070512698330735929noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632232.post-63805590649599602902009-04-27T21:39:00.003+02:002009-04-27T21:45:31.565+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/SfYLD53scpI/AAAAAAAAAQU/2uokAPU3-vQ/s1600-h/london%26cergy+106.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/SfYLD53scpI/AAAAAAAAAQU/2uokAPU3-vQ/s400/london%26cergy+106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329459370741494418" border="0" /></a><br /><br />J'en vois le bout.<br />Avec bonheur.<br /><br />Je vois le commencement d'autres nous.<br />D'autres bouts de possibilités qui flottent encore dans la bise d'avril. Au soleil calme et sûr.<br /><br />Désormais prête attendre.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632232-6380559064959960290?l=beish.blogspot.com'/></div>lshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070512698330735929noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632232.post-44159040223330963132009-04-07T15:39:00.000+02:002009-04-07T15:40:40.374+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/SdtXw9haBSI/AAAAAAAAAQM/J1WYi-Q8dX4/s1600-h/imagemusicc.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 157px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/SdtXw9haBSI/AAAAAAAAAQM/J1WYi-Q8dX4/s400/imagemusicc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321943883328390434" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Thank god there's always music.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632232-4415904022333096313?l=beish.blogspot.com'/></div>lshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070512698330735929noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632232.post-43260976282903298242009-04-04T17:35:00.003+02:002009-04-04T17:40:00.665+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/Sdd_R1rKo-I/AAAAAAAAAQE/X-m34BUBK_s/s1600-h/iph+005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/Sdd_R1rKo-I/AAAAAAAAAQE/X-m34BUBK_s/s400/iph+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320861429204165602" border="0" /></a><br /><br />J'aspire à petites goulées l'air futur.<br />Je respire l'idée de la montagne, la terre, le sol, l'air, le vide, le temps.<br />L'air de la mer, le train, la voiture, les pins, la chaleur, les redécouvertes.<br /><br />A demi tour née vers la ligne bleue.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632232-4326097628290329824?l=beish.blogspot.com'/></div>lshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070512698330735929noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632232.post-59893746081740553362009-03-31T13:35:00.003+02:002009-03-31T13:38:25.138+02:00What happens if I let it go?<br />The curve's right ahead, the chasm beyond<br />We're lots in this car and I'm tired of steering<br />Someone's gonna react.<br />Someone's gotta react.<br />What happens if I let it go?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632232-5989374608174055336?l=beish.blogspot.com'/></div>lshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070512698330735929noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632232.post-33928339931828759202009-03-29T00:18:00.001+01:002009-03-29T00:21:20.009+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/Sc6w5rzLtoI/AAAAAAAAAP8/TGx400AGW4I/s1600-h/mars08+012.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/Sc6w5rzLtoI/AAAAAAAAAP8/TGx400AGW4I/s400/mars08+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318382715027568258" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />C'est l'histoire d'un oeuf<br />qui tombe, tombe, tombe<br />mais tout va bien puisqu'il ne peut pas craquer.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632232-3392833993182875920?l=beish.blogspot.com'/></div>lshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070512698330735929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632232.post-74397232228409779642009-03-26T15:30:00.000+01:002009-03-26T15:32:11.117+01:00Plus cela est fragile, plus cela est cassant.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632232-7439723222840977964?l=beish.blogspot.com'/></div>lshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070512698330735929noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632232.post-71997022642060286152009-03-13T16:53:00.000+01:002009-03-13T16:56:29.685+01:00Spring?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/SbqB34KHo2I/AAAAAAAAAP0/aGNjgfl8RrU/s1600-h/iph+035.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/SbqB34KHo2I/AAAAAAAAAP0/aGNjgfl8RrU/s400/iph+035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312701507404538722" border="0" /></a>and - jump.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632232-7199702264206028615?l=beish.blogspot.com'/></div>lshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070512698330735929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632232.post-88087988727594060892009-03-10T22:32:00.003+01:002009-03-10T22:34:00.317+01:00I've never thrown myself down like that before.<br />Thrown myself down.<br />Thrown myself onto the ground.<br /><br />Into the mud.<br />In the mud for<br /><br />I've never thrown myself down like that before.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632232-8808798872759406089?l=beish.blogspot.com'/></div>lshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070512698330735929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632232.post-57709205802772710932009-02-25T23:16:00.003+01:002009-02-25T23:21:32.840+01:00Fashionvictim<a href="http://lookbook.nu/">http://lookbook.nu/</a><br /><br />Je rêve de derbys bleus et de hauts-de-formes.<br />Je rêve de vestes velours et de vieilles dentelles.<br />Je rêve de bloomers sous une fripe et de laçets étoiles.<br />Je rêve d'air marin et du bruit des montagnes.<br />Je rêve d'un coude en coton taché d'herbe.<br /><br />Je rêve de printemps, nondieu.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632232-5770920580277271093?l=beish.blogspot.com'/></div>lshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070512698330735929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632232.post-90379722027870198442009-02-07T14:51:00.002+01:002009-02-07T15:01:18.855+01:00The white around the eyesIt's been a long time since we had that much snow.<br /><br />Real winters are tougher than I thought.<br /><br />Mais on n'est pas encore dimanche, mes chats dorment l'une sur le lit, l'autre à la fenêtre, et le feu nous attend.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632232-9037972202787019844?l=beish.blogspot.com'/></div>lshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070512698330735929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632232.post-83923796802649704732009-02-05T11:49:00.003+01:002009-02-05T12:06:47.403+01:00Spurs<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/SYrFG8Z6lFI/AAAAAAAAAPs/6Pq3JiUCX8g/s1600-h/IMG_8103.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/SYrFG8Z6lFI/AAAAAAAAAPs/6Pq3JiUCX8g/s400/IMG_8103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299264634639520850" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">So I moan and I groan but really - it's good to work again.<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.deezer.com/track/192708">Brett Dennen - because you are a woman</a></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632232-8392379680264970473?l=beish.blogspot.com'/></div>lshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070512698330735929noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632232.post-34726225671324795172009-02-01T23:26:00.001+01:002009-02-05T12:08:00.933+01:00<div style="text-align: center;">"Il faudrait fouetter trop de chats"<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Felipecha</span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.deezer.com/track/729894">The Servant - Orchestra</a></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632232-3472622567132479517?l=beish.blogspot.com'/></div>lshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070512698330735929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632232.post-68003906644744639782009-01-27T12:41:00.002+01:002009-01-27T12:46:41.669+01:00"I have the backbone not to run away from my responsabilities."<br />"It takes backbone to lead the life you want, Franck."<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">He said : "you don't have to punish yourself."<br />I say : I can't let them down. Again.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632232-6800390664474463978?l=beish.blogspot.com'/></div>lshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070512698330735929noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632232.post-67974169630843122842009-01-27T09:54:00.002+01:002009-01-27T10:17:06.021+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/SX7RCGcQzaI/AAAAAAAAAPk/iILdaSWWz70/s1600-h/us07+162.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/SX7RCGcQzaI/AAAAAAAAAPk/iILdaSWWz70/s400/us07+162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295900045853380002" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">That's it then.<br />For the time being.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632232-6797416963084312284?l=beish.blogspot.com'/></div>lshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070512698330735929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632232.post-75199535704816195152009-01-21T21:40:00.005+01:002009-02-05T12:10:35.337+01:00Bad dreams<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/SXeJwidPYNI/AAAAAAAAAPU/eGzMB9h6JMk/s1600-h/remi_bw.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/SXeJwidPYNI/AAAAAAAAAPU/eGzMB9h6JMk/s400/remi_bw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293851353973481682" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />It's in the darkness behind the eyes.<br />D sounds overstated.<br />I'm just scared to bits. Pressing against the front windows of my skull, loosing myself in the sights and the sounds and the faces, so as not to fall back in, inside It, its soft claws awaiting.<br />The dream plates of colored glass have grown too small. But what light comes around is almost exactly unlike being blind.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I don't sleep well.<br />I'm a-losing control.<br /></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.deezer.com/track/2711044">Antony and the Johnsons - one dove</a></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632232-7519953570481619515?l=beish.blogspot.com'/></div>lshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070512698330735929noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13632232.post-8982187524709155812009-01-10T20:21:00.006+01:002009-02-05T12:09:40.289+01:00Evening tremble<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/SWj4Bjjat7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/s4WXRu9aYCM/s1600-h/decjanv0809+035.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4j12WlZKyY4/SWj4Bjjat7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/s4WXRu9aYCM/s400/decjanv0809+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289750467953997746" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Kid, burying mine head under the covers so I'lln't have to face the coming.<br />The coming issues and comingtments.<br />"Initiative".<br /><br />Co/co/on. Gonecoon.<br />Adult snuff.<br /><br />Now I know drugs.<br />How will we?<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.deezer.com/track/866668">Leonard Cohen - bird on a wire</a></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13632232-898218752470915581?l=beish.blogspot.com'/></div>lshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070512698330735929noreply@blogger.com0