<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280141</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:38:15.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>les passions de ma vie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisalorro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280141/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisalorro.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>elisalorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324979054901961071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280141.post-114667082555046918</id><published>2006-05-03T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T08:40:25.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>j'aime mon fils. C'est le seul être qui est près de moi. En plus, je découvre en vieillissant qu'il me ressemble de plus en plus, dans sa manière de voir la vie, dans sa façon de se conduire envers les autres. Je me vois en lui. Je suis très fière de ce garçon. Mais je suis très déçue de ma fille, de la façon dont elle se  comporte avec moi. Dans le fond de moi, quand j'y pense, je ne mérite pas ça. Ma famille et dieu savent ce que j'ai fait pour mes enfants, mais ma fille n'est pas reconnaissante. Lors de mon dernier voyage chez moi j'étais bouleversée, je me sentais comme un arbre coupé de ses racines, et je suis rentrée avec tristesse  et souffrance. Pour oublier tout cela, j'ai parfois envie de disparaître  de cette vie pour ne rien voir ni entendre, pour trouver la paix et la tranquillité&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280141-114667082555046918?l=elisalorro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisalorro.blogspot.com/feeds/114667082555046918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280141&amp;postID=114667082555046918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280141/posts/default/114667082555046918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280141/posts/default/114667082555046918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisalorro.blogspot.com/2006/05/jaime-mon-fils.html' title=''/><author><name>elisalorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324979054901961071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280141.post-113379677165135895</id><published>2005-12-05T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T07:32:51.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>J'ai été un vieux château très visité&lt;br /&gt;Un jour un séisme a tout détruit&lt;br /&gt;Mes yeux ont séché&lt;br /&gt;Mon coeur a été blessé&lt;br /&gt;Et je ne trouve même plus de voix&lt;br /&gt;Pour crier&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280141-113379677165135895?l=elisalorro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280141.post-111659955145792616</id><published>2005-05-20T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T07:32:31.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh que c'est beau ces fleurs !&lt;br /&gt;En les regardant, elles me donnent la vie.&lt;br /&gt;Les roses sont épanouies.&lt;br /&gt;C'est comme une histoire d'amour&lt;br /&gt;Qui vient de commencer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280141-111659955145792616?l=elisalorro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisalorro.blogspot.com/feeds/111659955145792616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280141&amp;postID=111659955145792616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280141/posts/default/111659955145792616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280141/posts/default/111659955145792616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisalorro.blogspot.com/2005/05/oh-que-cest-beau-ces-fleurs-en-les.html' title=''/><author><name>elisalorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324979054901961071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280141.post-109966911506487607</id><published>2004-11-05T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T07:38:35.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>J'ai la peur et le vide&lt;br /&gt;Qui m'ont toujours suivi&lt;br /&gt;Même dans le sommeil&lt;br /&gt;Je ne trouve pas la paix&lt;br /&gt;J'espère qu'un jour&lt;br /&gt;Je me réveillerai&lt;br /&gt;De ce cauchemar pour tout oublier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280141-109966911506487607?l=elisalorro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisalorro.blogspot.com/feeds/109966911506487607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280141&amp;postID=109966911506487607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280141/posts/default/109966911506487607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280141/posts/default/109966911506487607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisalorro.blogspot.com/2004/11/jai-la-peur-et-le-vide-qui-mont.html' title=''/><author><name>elisalorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324979054901961071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280141.post-109724689244233895</id><published>2004-10-08T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T07:48:12.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Je vis seule&lt;br /&gt;Et la solitude me tue&lt;br /&gt;J'ai tant de choses qui me dévorent&lt;br /&gt;Je ne trouve personne à qui en parler&lt;br /&gt;Et je me réfugie dans le silence&lt;br /&gt;Pour tout oublier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='html'>Je suis un arbre en fruits&lt;br /&gt;Pour les gens qui n'ont rien à manger&lt;br /&gt;Avec mes feuilles&lt;br /&gt;Je fais de l'ombre pour les protéger&lt;br /&gt;Je voudrais être l'eau dans le désert&lt;br /&gt;Pour la caravane qui va passer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280141-108817498251644949?l=elisalorro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisalorro.blogspot.com/feeds/108817498251644949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280141&amp;postID=108817498251644949' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280141/posts/default/108817498251644949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280141/posts/default/108817498251644949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisalorro.blogspot.com/2004/06/je-suis-un-arbre-en-fruits-pour-les.html' title=''/><author><name>elisalorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324979054901961071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280141.post-108817436548575212</id><published>2004-06-25T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T07:39:25.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Si je pouvais dire la carte de ma vie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce serait comme étaler la carte du monde. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280141.post-108817420597154890</id><published>2004-06-25T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T07:36:45.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O petite soeur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quand tu es partie,&lt;br /&gt;Mon corps était là,&lt;br /&gt;Mon coeur est resté avec toi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai marché sur une montagne&lt;br /&gt;Où il n'y avait rien à manger.&lt;br /&gt;Je me sentais comme un animal blessé&lt;br /&gt;Sur le sol allongé.&lt;br /&gt;Des vautours qui volent au dessus de ma tête,&lt;br /&gt;Des loups qui crient,&lt;br /&gt;Et des charognards qui guettent pour les morceaux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Dieu, aie pitié de moi,&lt;br /&gt;Pour que mon coeur soit avec ma petite soeur.&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>elisalorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324979054901961071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280141.post-108800730310638252</id><published>2004-06-23T09:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T05:41:21.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C'était le mois de mars</title><content type='html'>C'était le mois de mars,&lt;br /&gt;Il faisait beau,&lt;br /&gt;On était comme deux oiseaux&lt;br /&gt;Qui volaient au dessus d'un fleuve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il y a eu le vent et la pluie&lt;br /&gt;Et la foudre a frappé.&lt;br /&gt;Lui a été noyé&lt;br /&gt;Moi, j'ai été presque achevé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai continué à ramer. &lt;br /&gt;Jusqu'au bord du fleuve&lt;br /&gt;Je me suis retrouvée.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mes pattes étaient écrasées,&lt;br /&gt;Mes ailes étaient fatiguées.&lt;br /&gt;Je n'ai plus qu'un espoir :&lt;br /&gt;Recommencer une autre vie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280141-108800730310638252?l=elisalorro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisalorro.blogspot.com/feeds/108800730310638252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280141&amp;postID=108800730310638252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280141/posts/default/108800730310638252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280141/posts/default/108800730310638252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisalorro.blogspot.com/2004/06/ctait-le-mois-de-mars.html' title='C&apos;était le mois de mars'/><author><name>elisalorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324979054901961071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280141.post-108800820132843509</id><published>2004-06-23T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T09:30:01.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Une petite fille</title><content type='html'>J'étais une petite fille et je voulais jouer.&lt;br /&gt;Dans un fossé, ils m'ont poussée.&lt;br /&gt;J'ai essayé de grimper&lt;br /&gt;Mais je n'y suis pas arrivée.&lt;br /&gt;J'ai regardé le ciel et j'ai dit :&lt;br /&gt;"Oh mon Dieu,&lt;br /&gt;Je suis encore vivante,&lt;br /&gt;Pourquoi voulez-vous m'enterrer ?"&lt;div 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fille'/><author><name>elisalorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324979054901961071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280141.post-108783182929092494</id><published>2004-06-21T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T08:30:29.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>J'ai commencé une bataille.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'avais l'espoir de la gagner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai perdu mes soldats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai déposé mon épée.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je me suis tournée vers Dieu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et j'ai lancé mon cri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280141.post-108782997129202874</id><published>2004-06-21T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T08:17:22.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>J'ai travailé 16 ans pour une personne agée, qui était gentille, généreuse, je n'ai rien à dire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je l'aimais, d'amour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cette femme, elle avait un côté très trés humain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si j'ai pu m'en sortir et me défendre sur certains aspects de ma vie, c'est grâce à elle et à sa soeur. Surtout elle. &lt;br /&gt;On parlait de tout, de tout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais la seule chose qu'elle n'ait jamais faite, ça a été de m'apprendre à lire età écrire.&lt;br /&gt;Et pourtant elle avait tous les moyens de le faire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elle avait les moyens, les coiffeurs, les couturiers venaient à la maison...&lt;br /&gt;Et moi j'étais avec elle de huit heures et demi jusqu'à neuf heures du soir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je crois qu'elle ne voulait pas que j'apprenne, qu'elle avait peur de me perdre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jusqu'à maintenant, je suis toujours en contact avc elle;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un jour sa soeur a dit "C'est dommage qu'Elisa ne prenne pas de cours de français".&lt;br /&gt;Elle s'est alors dresséeet a dit:&lt;br /&gt;"Laisse-là tranquille, elle n'en a pas besoin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280141.post-108782871829085146</id><published>2004-06-21T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T07:38:38.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Je me sens comme un arbre déraciné à la surface de la mer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je ne sais jamais quelle vague va m'emporter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280141-108782871829085146?l=elisalorro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisalorro.blogspot.com/feeds/108782871829085146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280141&amp;postID=108782871829085146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280141/posts/default/108782871829085146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280141/posts/default/108782871829085146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisalorro.blogspot.com/2004/06/je-me-sens-comme-un-arbre-dracin-la.html' title=''/><author><name>elisalorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324979054901961071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280141.post-108782861858306267</id><published>2004-06-21T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T07:36:58.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Si j'avais un conseil à donner à une jeune fille, ce serait d'avoir un diplôme et un métier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pourquoi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parce que tu ne sais jamais ce que la vie te réserve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280141-108782861858306267?l=elisalorro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisalorro.blogspot.com/feeds/108782861858306267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280141&amp;postID=108782861858306267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280141/posts/default/108782861858306267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280141/posts/default/108782861858306267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisalorro.blogspot.com/2004/06/si-javais-un-conseil-donner-une-jeune.html' title=''/><author><name>elisalorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324979054901961071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280141.post-108782841650879039</id><published>2004-06-21T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T07:33:36.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Je me pose des questions auxquelles je ne trouve pas de réponses,car toutes les choses dont j'ai rêvé ne sont jamais arrivées...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai beaucoup de remords et de regrets, et surtout pour les choses que j'ai souhaitées pour mes enfants...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que Dieu les garde!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280141&amp;postID=108757037378802273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280141/posts/default/108757037378802273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280141/posts/default/108757037378802273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisalorro.blogspot.com/2004/06/jespre-quun-jour-je-ferai-les-choses.html' title=''/><author><name>elisalorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324979054901961071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280141.post-108757024857847133</id><published>2004-06-18T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T07:50:48.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Si tu ouvres un livre, tu parles avec un autre monde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si tu écris, tu exprimes tout ce que tu as en toi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est ce dont on a besoin, toi et moi. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280141-108757024857847133?l=elisalorro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisalorro.blogspot.com/feeds/108757024857847133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280141&amp;postID=108757024857847133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280141/posts/default/108757024857847133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280141/posts/default/108757024857847133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisalorro.blogspot.com/2004/06/si-tu-ouvres-un-livre-tu-parles-avec.html' title=''/><author><name>elisalorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324979054901961071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280141.post-108756983806997203</id><published>2004-06-18T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T07:43:58.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quand j'étais une petite fille.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai rêvé d'être un oiseau voyageur dans les pays étrangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je volais d'arbre en arbre,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je ne savais jamais sur quelle branche je voulais me poser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'avais peur des gens qui viendraient me prendre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour m'enfermer et me priver de ma liberté.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280141-108756983806997203?l=elisalorro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisalorro.blogspot.com/feeds/108756983806997203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280141&amp;postID=108756983806997203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280141/posts/default/108756983806997203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280141/posts/default/108756983806997203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisalorro.blogspot.com/2004/06/quand-jtais-une-petite-fille.html' title=''/><author><name>elisalorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324979054901961071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280141.post-108756900081413114</id><published>2004-06-18T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T07:30:00.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Je ne sais pas d'ou viennent mes mots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quelque fois je ne me reconnais pas. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280141-108756900081413114?l=elisalorro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisalorro.blogspot.com/feeds/108756900081413114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>J'étais robuste et costaud&lt;br /&gt;Je dévorais la vie.&lt;br /&gt;maintenant je me sens tellement faible&lt;br /&gt;Que je n'ai plus la force de marcher. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280141-108756893943356114?l=elisalorro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisalorro.blogspot.com/feeds/108756893943356114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280141&amp;postID=108756893943356114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280141/posts/default/108756893943356114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280141/posts/default/108756893943356114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisalorro.blogspot.com/2004/06/jtais-robuste-et-costaud-je-dvorais-la.html' title=''/><author><name>elisalorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324979054901961071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280141.post-108756873770251443</id><published>2004-06-18T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T07:25:37.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pour tous les pays ou il y a la guerre&lt;br /&gt;Pour tous les enfants qui meurent brûlés, écrasés&lt;br /&gt;Pour le père qui est tué&lt;br /&gt;Pour les mères qui pleuraient&lt;br /&gt;Tout ça à cause d'une poignée d'hommes&lt;br /&gt;Qui tiennent la terre avec&lt;br /&gt;  le sang des enfants&lt;br /&gt;Qui crient&lt;br /&gt;VICTOIRE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280141-108756873770251443?l=elisalorro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisalorro.blogspot.com/feeds/108756873770251443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280141&amp;postID=108756873770251443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280141/posts/default/108756873770251443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280141/posts/default/108756873770251443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisalorro.blogspot.com/2004/06/pour-tous-les-pays-ou-il-y-la-guerre.html' title=''/><author><name>elisalorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324979054901961071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280141.post-108756822851748402</id><published>2004-06-18T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T07:19:57.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>C'est un handicap dans ma vie de ne pas savoir lire et écrire.&lt;br /&gt;Depuis que j'ai connu la vie j'ai souffert de n'avoir pas pu aller à l'école.&lt;br /&gt;C'est maintenant que je trouve le temps d'apprendre, avant j'étais trop prise par les responsabilités de ma vie et de mes deux enfants.&lt;br /&gt;Je travaillais pour faire vivre mes enfants, j'ai aidé ma mère et mes frères aussi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca fait deux ans que j'ai commencé à apprendre, deux ans à peu près. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hier je me suis réveillée avec l'envie d'écrire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etre entourée de livres et de papiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pouvoir écrire seule complétement, lire tous les livres...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai hâte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280141-108756822851748402?l=elisalorro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisalorro.blogspot.com/feeds/108756822851748402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280141&amp;postID=108756822851748402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280141/posts/default/108756822851748402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280141/posts/default/108756822851748402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisalorro.blogspot.com/2004/06/cest-un-handicap-dans-ma-vie-de-ne-pas_18.html' title=''/><author><name>elisalorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324979054901961071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280141.post-108731054503379605</id><published>2004-06-15T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T07:42:25.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ce qu'il est lourd ce passé!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est comme une vieille charette que j'ai traînée.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mes épaules sont usées par la corde que j'ai tirée.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je suis rentrée dans un tunnel et je n'ai jamais trouvé la sortie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280141-108731054503379605?l=elisalorro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisalorro.blogspot.com/feeds/108731054503379605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280141&amp;postID=108731054503379605' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280141/posts/default/108731054503379605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280141/posts/default/108731054503379605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisalorro.blogspot.com/2004/06/ce-quil-est-lourd-ce-pass-cest-comme.html' title=''/><author><name>elisalorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324979054901961071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280141.post-108722671685728706</id><published>2004-06-14T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T07:15:46.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mes pieds sont comme des carapaces de tortue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mes genoux sont comme des ruines romaines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon dos est comme un rail rouillé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon coeur est comme un musée.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mes mains sont comme des bougies fondues par quarante-deux ans de travail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon souffle est comme un volcan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon âme est comme un soleil caché par les nuages. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280141-108722671685728706?l=elisalorro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisalorro.blogspot.com/feeds/108722671685728706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280141&amp;postID=108722671685728706' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280141/posts/default/108722671685728706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280141/posts/default/108722671685728706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisalorro.blogspot.com/2004/06/mes-pieds-sont-comme-des-carapaces-de.html' title=''/><author><name>elisalorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324979054901961071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280141.post-108722633452073815</id><published>2004-06-14T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T08:18:54.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>J'ai appris à écrire à la maison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un peu en cours de français, mais surtout à la maison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Former les lettres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'écrivais tellement que j'avais mal au poignet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'écrivais j'écrivais jusqu'à savoir former les lettres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A la maison, j'ai des piles et des piles de feuilles d'exercices d'écriture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais un jour, j'y suis arrivée, à former ces lettres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'était comme une renaissance. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280141-108722633452073815?l=elisalorro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisalorro.blogspot.com/feeds/108722633452073815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280141&amp;postID=108722633452073815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280141/posts/default/108722633452073815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280141/posts/default/108722633452073815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisalorro.blogspot.com/2004/06/jai-appris-crire-la-maison.html' title=''/><author><name>elisalorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324979054901961071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280141.post-108722592855382037</id><published>2004-06-14T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T08:12:08.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Depuis l'âge de huit ans, j'ai dû travailler pour vivre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni père, ni frère, ni mari, ni fils pour s'occuper de moi;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je n'ai jamais, jamais pu me reposer sur quelqu'un.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est ça mon chagrin. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280141-108722592855382037?l=elisalorro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisalorro.blogspot.com/feeds/108722592855382037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280141&amp;postID=108722592855382037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280141/posts/default/108722592855382037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280141/posts/default/108722592855382037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisalorro.blogspot.com/2004/06/depuis-lge-de-huit-ans-jai-d.html' title=''/><author><name>elisalorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324979054901961071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280141.post-108722560269562519</id><published>2004-06-14T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T08:07:28.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>J'espère qu'un jour je saurai écrire le français comme il faut, pour exprimer toutes les souffrances que j'ai en moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parce que cette souffrance c'est un poids lourd, que je n'arrive pas à exprimer parce que chaque fois que je veux me soulager un peu en parlant, j'ai des noeuds à la gorge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon rêve est, un jour, de sortir un livre de moi-même.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaque fois que j'ai voulu parler à mes enfants ou à ma famille, personne n'a vraiment voulu m'écouter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est triste à dire tout ça mais la seule solution que j'ai trouvé c'est qu'on ne peut exprimer ça que par l'écriture. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280141-108722560269562519?l=elisalorro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisalorro.blogspot.com/feeds/108722560269562519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280141&amp;postID=108722560269562519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280141/posts/default/108722560269562519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280141/posts/default/108722560269562519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisalorro.blogspot.com/2004/06/jespre-quun-jour-je-saurai-crire-le.html' title=''/><author><name>elisalorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324979054901961071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280141.post-108722495200399571</id><published>2004-06-14T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T07:55:52.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Je rêve d'être un dauphin près des enfants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plonger dans la mer, fuir les filets des pêcheurs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nager dans l'océan, écouter le chant et le souffle des baleines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et oublier ma tristesse et ma peine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280141-108722495200399571?l=elisalorro.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280141.post-108722469316209961</id><published>2004-06-14T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T07:51:33.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Je suis comme une plante fanée&lt;br /&gt;Dont personne ne veut s'occuper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mes branches sont séchées,&lt;br /&gt;Mes feuilles sont tombées,&lt;br /&gt;Mes racines sont dans la terre&lt;br /&gt;Et j'attends l'eau de la pluie qui me donnera la vie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280141-108722469316209961?l=elisalorro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisalorro.blogspot.com/feeds/108722469316209961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>J'ai des enfants.&lt;br /&gt;J'ai des soeurs et des frères.&lt;br /&gt;Mais je n'ai pas de mari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai des soeurs qui sont gentilles.&lt;br /&gt;J'ai des soeurs qui ne sont pas des soeurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je n'ai pas une très bonne santé.&lt;br /&gt;Je ne suis pas très riche.&lt;br /&gt;Mais j'ai ce qu'il faut pour vivre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'aime tout ce qui est beau&lt;br /&gt;Et je connais de belles choses&lt;br /&gt;Et je connais de bonnes choses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'aime ce qui est vrai&lt;br /&gt;J'aime ce qui est près de la nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En regardant&lt;br /&gt;J'ai la beauté du monde...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et j'aime la vie...&lt;br /&gt;Parce qu'elle est belle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280141-108696605339232718?l=elisalorro.blogspot.com' 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