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mosaique-sante · 1 year
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source : @cheminer-poesie-cressant
le bourgeon est une attente réceptive à la lumière et à la chaleur ; nous devrions ainsi nous épanouir lorsque tout nous quitte et lorsque le désir du retour écrase tous les autres ; croire en cette lumière et cette chaleur pour élucider la question, forcer la douleur à devenir un mouvement, un élan
© Pierre Cressant
(jeudi 12 août 2021)
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balu8 · 4 months
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Francois Bourgeon
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grandboute · 6 months
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#springIsHere #vineyard #vigne #chardonnay #vine #piedDeVigne #bourgeon #printemps #vignoble #terrasse #onDiraitLeSud #velotte #besac #whiteWine #wine #frenchWhiteWine #vinBlanc
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victusinveritas · 1 month
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Francois Bourgeon, french comic artist.
Le Dernier Chant des Malaterre
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curtvilescomic · 10 months
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Francois Bourgeon
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thenxghtwemxt · 2 months
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@bourgeoning @flcralhaze (pick your muse, not a group thread!) | At the Twin Souls Courtyard On The Night of the Pre-Tribunal
Despite his own madness, there is a breath of relief that emerges. At least, his bruised cheek and ripped lip are a result of his brother. Rough housing, as it were. Plenty were not so lucky, and Elliott settles into a chair outside of the infirmary. Waiting, or perhaps expecting, terrible news. Gulping, he catches the eye of the person across from him. "Are you waiting for a physician, or for someone else to emerge from within the infirmary?" Elliott asks, morbid curiosity married with a touch of gravitas. He may have been lucky. But could others say the same?
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jeanfrancoisrey · 1 year
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Bourgeon de concombre…
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umitvar · 3 months
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𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: PAÇO IMPERIAL PALACE, EGYPT'S QUARTERS 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌: PRINCE NABIL BADI 𝐓𝐎: COURT PHYSICIAN ISRA AL-AMIN ( @bourgeoning )
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the uneasiness weighing down his chest is only heavier once the news of bonaparte queen's death reaches their ears. the swift apprehending of those responsible is somewhat a relief, though nabil isn't foolish enough to think this is the end of it all. just the opposite, he fears and knows this will only grow bigger, and the apex will be when the tribunal arrives. they have a lot to do, and a lot to figure out. with some questions and more worry in his mind, he sets out to find isra, and when he spots her in the main quarters of egypt, the prince makes her way to her. "isra, hello." it has been a while since they have spoken last, and he wonders how she has been amidst all of this. "how have you been?"
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rechab · 1 year
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Dénuement - ( RC )
photo Smithsonian magazine L’arbre en novembre chante son dénuement,regrette ses mains vertes,fait le compte de ses pertes ,quand, le vent dans les branches en deuilsouffle violemment,arrache ses dernières feuilles. Ces bras dressés,à défaut d’ailesrestent immobiles,contre le cielet la terre infertileprêts à affronter le gel,la neige des janviers, – Longue attente d’une rémission,avant…
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mikasuzuki · 5 months
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tormxntum · 8 months
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@bourgeoning / / For any muse! - Somewhere close to the kitchen
A bowl of half-eaten porridge sat discarded on the stone floor beside Cailean. Despite feeling as if they had risen from the death and the persistent pounding headache, they had risen early only to wake up the guards and the members of the military who had traveled with them, ensuring they fulfilled their morning duties (or to torture them, as many of them had complained). Soon enough, they found themself back inside, sitting on the floor with their back against the wall, thankful for the comfort the cool surface of it brought them.
A new friend of theirs, a tiny orange kitten, had joined them for breakfast, climbing up their shirt, playfully swatting at a loose curl around their ear. When a shadow was cast over them, the kitten hissed, baring its needle-sharp teeth at the approaching figure. “Don’t take it personally. They hate everyone.” Despite Cailean’s words of warning, the kitten cuddled up in the crook of their neck, blinking sleepily at them. “Don’t be fooled. She may only be a wee beastie, but she is vicious.”
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les-portes-du-sud · 1 year
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In un bocciolo in fiore affascina la fragranza della freschezza, nello stato di sonno i granuli appaiono più nitidi e pieghe di saggezza. Una cosa rimane in loro
invariato: fedeltà
Destinata...
Andrej Lozdovsky
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balu8 · 8 months
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François Bourgeon
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cccovers · 5 months
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Cimoc #148 (September 1993) cover by François Bourgeon.
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noxaeternaetc · 7 months
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Francois Bourgeon (1945 -) Montmartre. Panel from his 2018 comic Le Sang des Cerises (the blood of the cherries) about the Paris Commune of 1871 and its aftermath.
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