tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9649636309837031812012-02-16T13:02:19.873-08:00Traces de notre peuple.Mad Horsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10716867129948421675noreply@blogger.comBlogger171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964963630983703181.post-89759049403723724902010-10-01T23:06:00.000-07:002010-10-01T23:22:43.425-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LqnhSOHBo8M/TKbMSsJlQII/AAAAAAAAAE4/KCsC3QmSoW8/s1600/blue_sky11.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 330px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LqnhSOHBo8M/TKbMSsJlQII/AAAAAAAAAE4/KCsC3QmSoW8/s400/blue_sky11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523326614477553794" border="0" /></a><br />When an image needs to come out of one's mind, it just does. Did I create this scenario, or am I simply following what should be next. Randomness, can justify itself by the purity of it's predictable nature, but whom can pretend to predict. Life is a moment by seconds happening, it's here while we try to shut it out. Misunderstanding, root of all war.<br /><br />At war with oneself is being at war against the world. What is the world but our own conception I ask ...<br /><br />The sand castle still stands high and the winds are gentle my friends...<br /><br />Mad Horse 2010<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964963630983703181-8975904940372372490?l=centrallane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mad Horsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10716867129948421675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964963630983703181.post-49237375266023847362008-05-21T06:40:00.000-07:002008-05-21T06:43:02.060-07:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LqnhSOHBo8M/SDQmiOu17gI/AAAAAAAAADE/pLsbWN-NcHg/s1600-h/blurosefa8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LqnhSOHBo8M/SDQmiOu17gI/AAAAAAAAADE/pLsbWN-NcHg/s200/blurosefa8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202825839031741954" /></a><br />Hold! Hold! Hold! … Fire!!!<br/><br/><br />~ The air explodes into a dance of smoke and light<br />~ Thousands of smoking barrels spitting out death<br />~ Thousands of to be corpses taking their last earthly breath<br />~ One voice, behind an all seeing glass, pulling the strings<br />~ One voice, wanted to be heard by a thousand<br />~ One voice, deaf to all but his own<br />~ One voice, now a king in a land of smoke and fire<br />~ Silence, dead silence, his only subject now remains<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964963630983703181-4923737526602384736?l=centrallane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mad Horsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10716867129948421675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964963630983703181.post-27755787691085735682008-01-22T11:50:00.000-08:002008-01-22T11:53:38.187-08:00When you say nothing at all<br />I couldn't have said it better myself<br />MeatLoaf<br /><br />Words cannot be more, in all fairness, then a temporal form of expression.<br /><br />Having said that, come with me, let's temporarily indulge ourselves.<br /><br />MadHorse jan-2008<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964963630983703181-2775578769108573568?l=centrallane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mad Horsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10716867129948421675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964963630983703181.post-73001885352053224862008-01-07T21:49:00.000-08:002008-01-07T22:01:32.481-08:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LqnhSOHBo8M/R4MRtl0UhmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FcQ5QgvY_80/s1600-h/Cross.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LqnhSOHBo8M/R4MRtl0UhmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FcQ5QgvY_80/s200/Cross.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152981873585325666" /></a><br />Missing you is the easiest part<br />Fearing it was all a dream<br />Walking amongst tall trees<br />Under the snow<br />The Earth trying to breathe<br />Dreaming of happier days<br />Cloudy signs appearing<br />Follow me...<br />Behind the sky<br />You and I love, side by side<br />Holding hands, staring eyes<br />Let it go...<br />It's time now they say<br />Let go ...<br />Fade away...<br />Reappear here and now<br />Be all, be us, what we wanted to be<br />Let the memories shine, don't hold us back<br />Set yourself, thy trueself free<br />Open your eyes<br /><br />Mad Horse<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964963630983703181-7300188535205322486?l=centrallane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mad Horsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10716867129948421675noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964963630983703181.post-53600969066977683882007-09-04T04:35:00.000-07:002007-09-04T04:39:44.289-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LqnhSOHBo8M/Rt1D9jtbZMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/iJ9UJeL4gRA/s1600-h/Between_Worlds_PKS.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LqnhSOHBo8M/Rt1D9jtbZMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/iJ9UJeL4gRA/s200/Between_Worlds_PKS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106312277344871618" /></a><br />Loud shadows, creeping, gathering, waiting to scream<br />Senseless rivers of red forever flowing<br />The meeting of the minds in a field of dreams<br />The echoes of time faintly whining<br />A pillar on quicksand reaching for the sun<br />Transparent faces with deep eyes watching<br />Fist clenched and heart wide<br />A quick swallow, emptiness starts to run<br />Faces, places shifts my weight around<br />Caged in fiends grip …<br /><br />MadHorse - 2002<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964963630983703181-5360096906697768388?l=centrallane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mad Horsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10716867129948421675noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964963630983703181.post-71295319904550971382007-08-23T05:42:00.000-07:002007-08-23T05:47:45.478-07:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LqnhSOHBo8M/Rs2B7DtbZKI/AAAAAAAAACk/xbsJTginuRM/s1600-h/coucher-soleil-bleu.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LqnhSOHBo8M/Rs2B7DtbZKI/AAAAAAAAACk/xbsJTginuRM/s200/coucher-soleil-bleu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101876804488750242" /></a><br />Le jour se lève, mais pas moi. Tourmenté par les indices laissés par la nuit. Ces fragments de réalité non réalisés, non identifiés et surtout pas encore acceptés. Que penseront t-ils? Si j’emporte avec moi ce matin, cet être lointain. Comment faire autrement qu’hier? Me laissé guider par l’instinct…<br /><br />J’abdique ou je prends contrôle; qui est ce je? Il prend plusieurs formes, j’en connais quelques facettes. D’autres sont trop sombre ou trop illuminée, difficile d’ici à distinguer. Une rivière imagée coule devant mes yeux. La lassitude se dégage doucement, laissant sa place aux murs de ma chambre, aux sons ambiants. Je les rencontres, ou je me laisse aller à mes rêveries nocturnes? Pourtant j’étais si bien, si loin…<br /><br />Qu’adviendrait t-il si je vous emportais avec moi, juste pour cette fois? Un voyage dans mon monde intérieur, qui sait peut-être croiserais vous une couleur de votre propre enveloppe caméléonienne. Ici tout est possible, ici nous agissons en maître si le désire se colle à l’expérience. Le spectacle appartient à celui qui tient les ficelles lorsqu’il se réalise en sa majestuosité. En attendant son ascension, seule l’attente est visible, palpable et suffocante. L’attente, cet état d’inertie, n’est pas digne des âmes que nous sommes. La contemplation par contre a toute les vertus. <br /><br />Le jour se lève, et moi aussi. Sous la radiance du soleil, le sourire aux lèvres, je vais rejoindre mes amis.<br /><br />MadHorse<br />Juillet-2007<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964963630983703181-7129531990455097138?l=centrallane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mad Horsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10716867129948421675noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964963630983703181.post-60280195182080998142007-08-17T07:56:00.000-07:002007-08-17T07:57:09.395-07:00<a href="http://www.facebook.com/p/Marcel_Comeau/802006561" title="Marcel Comeau's Facebook profile" target=_TOP><img src="http://badge.facebook.com/badge/802006561.128.2017458881.png" border=0 alt="Marcel Comeau's Facebook profile"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964963630983703181-6028019518208099814?l=centrallane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mad Horsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10716867129948421675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964963630983703181.post-1081228927744790532007-08-15T05:28:00.000-07:002007-08-15T05:31:51.482-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LqnhSOHBo8M/RsLyEtdO9uI/AAAAAAAAACc/RpMcOPuiQtQ/s1600-h/DSCF0097.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LqnhSOHBo8M/RsLyEtdO9uI/AAAAAAAAACc/RpMcOPuiQtQ/s200/DSCF0097.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098903890872432354" /></a><br />Yet another day<br /><br />Confusion, more of wanted…<br />Sickness, darker side of the truth<br />Oblivious to the self inflicted sorrow<br />Telling the story of a branded heart<br />Waiting for when waiting will disappear<br />Will nothing into view<br />But the distant peace, the distant me<br />The shape of you, through broken glass <br />Deflexions of reflecting creatures<br />None being while it can be<br />While it should be <br />While it’s time to be<br /><br />The depths of this manipulation<br />Lays behind pulled red curtains<br />Hysterically laughing at his own demise<br />Miserable, wretched, suffering his resolves<br />Light and glory his hands can spare<br />A blanket of white, the oceans of his eyes glares<br />Lost and found the merry go round<br />Playing games, laughing not included<br />Crossing blades with the depths of his past<br />Stuck in moment,<br />How long can a moment last…?<br /><br />Mad Horse – Déc/2006<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964963630983703181-108122892774479053?l=centrallane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mad Horsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10716867129948421675noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964963630983703181.post-65232280416529499772007-08-13T07:44:00.000-07:002007-08-13T07:44:49.418-07:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LqnhSOHBo8M/RsBuX9dO9tI/AAAAAAAAACU/-T7zLBd5e2Q/s1600-h/n615936801_212863_3926.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LqnhSOHBo8M/RsBuX9dO9tI/AAAAAAAAACU/-T7zLBd5e2Q/s400/n615936801_212863_3926.jpg"></a>&nbsp; <br /><br />Quelle belle semaine!<br /><br />Je viens de passé une semaine avec mon petit ange, il grandit tellement vite ...<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964963630983703181-6523228041652949977?l=centrallane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mad Horsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10716867129948421675noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964963630983703181.post-60931485904970890892007-08-09T11:32:00.000-07:002007-08-09T11:37:42.479-07:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LqnhSOHBo8M/Rrte6tdO9sI/AAAAAAAAACM/98-ouK8Zbjg/s1600-h/lf-facebook.gif"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LqnhSOHBo8M/Rrte6tdO9sI/AAAAAAAAACM/98-ouK8Zbjg/s200/lf-facebook.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096771766027482818" /></a><br />Bon me voilà aussi un militant de facebook,<br /><br />Après avoir résister pendant plusieurs semaines, j'ai finalement baissé les armes et rejoint la masse.<br /><br />À chaque fois que je le ferme, je pense à quelque chose d'autres qu'il faut que je vérifie. Méchante perte de temps lol<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964963630983703181-6093148590497089089?l=centrallane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mad Horsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10716867129948421675noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964963630983703181.post-49417272178582309422007-08-02T06:51:00.000-07:002007-08-02T07:05:54.110-07:00Toute une fin de semaine en perspective!<br/><br/><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LqnhSOHBo8M/RrHiKNdO9rI/AAAAAAAAACE/xSbPXbRErhI/s1600-h/maxBlues.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LqnhSOHBo8M/RrHiKNdO9rI/AAAAAAAAACE/xSbPXbRErhI/s200/maxBlues.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094101318571587250" /></a><br /><br /><br />C'est ma permière fois, j'espère qu'il va faire beau.<br /><br />Voici l'adresse du site, venez me rejoindre!!<br /><br /><a href="http://maximumblues.net/english/"><font size='18' color='purple'>Maximum Blues</font></a><br /><br/><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964963630983703181-4941727217858230942?l=centrallane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mad Horsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10716867129948421675noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964963630983703181.post-87766012337838996902007-07-30T09:15:00.000-07:002007-07-30T09:15:55.061-07:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LqnhSOHBo8M/Rq4OutdO9oI/AAAAAAAAABs/FZoBLRMRn-g/s1600-h/eric+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LqnhSOHBo8M/Rq4OutdO9oI/AAAAAAAAABs/FZoBLRMRn-g/s320/eric+1.jpg" border="0" /></a> <br /><br />Une nouvelle qui frappe dur, encore si jeune...<br /><br />Celui que je surnommais amicalement "Didier l'épervier des ondes".<br /><br />Ton passage n'a pas toujours été facile ici-bas, je te souhaite de retourner vers un endroit paisible et contenté.<br /><br />Bon voyage, <br /><br />Ton ami Marcel<div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964963630983703181-8776601233783899690?l=centrallane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mad Horsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10716867129948421675noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964963630983703181.post-48583859849021307492007-07-30T07:34:00.000-07:002007-07-30T07:40:44.456-07:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LqnhSOHBo8M/Rq336NdO9nI/AAAAAAAAABk/Qm2I2T63SUM/s1600-h/compress1.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LqnhSOHBo8M/Rq336NdO9nI/AAAAAAAAABk/Qm2I2T63SUM/s200/compress1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092999333042648690" /></a><br />Je suis Mon Oncle!<br /><br />La petite Alexia est venue se joindre à nous, emportant avec elle la joie et la chance à sa grande famille.<br /><br />Né sous une belle étoile le septième jours du septième mois, deux milles sept. 07/07/07.<br /><br />Alexia, tu fais de moi un oncle comblé!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964963630983703181-4858385984902130749?l=centrallane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mad Horsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10716867129948421675noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964963630983703181.post-15238095419123429162007-07-30T07:33:00.000-07:002007-07-30T07:33:43.662-07:00<A HREF='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LqnhSOHBo8M/Rq32xddO9mI/AAAAAAAAABc/Qfx7KnYMgE0/s1600-h/King+Crimson+-+1969+-+In+the+Court+of+the+Crimson+King+-+Front.jpg'><IMG SRC='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LqnhSOHBo8M/Rq32xddO9mI/AAAAAAAAABc/Qfx7KnYMgE0/s320/King+Crimson+-+1969+-+In+the+Court+of+the+Crimson+King+-+Front.jpg' border=0 alt='' id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_' style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;'></A>&nbsp;<div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964963630983703181-1523809541912342916?l=centrallane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mad Horsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10716867129948421675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964963630983703181.post-92116082528251897072007-06-21T06:28:00.000-07:002007-06-21T06:28:46.955-07:00<A HREF='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LqnhSOHBo8M/Rnp9DoZzi5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/7-HQxdfjzi0/s1600-h/DSCF0381.JPG'><IMG SRC='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LqnhSOHBo8M/Rnp9DoZzi5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/7-HQxdfjzi0/s320/DSCF0381.JPG' border=0 alt='' id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_' style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;'></A>&nbsp;<div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964963630983703181-9211608252825189707?l=centrallane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mad Horsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10716867129948421675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964963630983703181.post-31642671926869253372007-06-21T06:16:00.000-07:002007-06-21T06:17:51.441-07:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LqnhSOHBo8M/Rnp6RoZzi4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ITvJ73vq0-8/s1600-h/armyMarcel.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078505973135674242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LqnhSOHBo8M/Rnp6RoZzi4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ITvJ73vq0-8/s320/armyMarcel.png" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964963630983703181-3164267192686925337?l=centrallane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mad Horsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10716867129948421675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964963630983703181.post-59252562030530438642007-06-21T05:53:00.000-07:002007-06-21T05:54:48.766-07:00Ca fait longtemps que je me demande c'est quoi un blog. Ca l'air que je vais le découvrir.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964963630983703181-5925256203053043864?l=centrallane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mad Horsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10716867129948421675noreply@blogger.com0