tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941339925719731242024-03-13T00:30:58.098+01:00Haasterdambandes dessinées et illustrations comiques, humoristiques et sympas.haasterdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17437309376857491109noreply@blogger.comBlogger106125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194133992571973124.post-38861278885295371252013-03-17T22:58:00.001+01:002013-03-17T22:59:43.619+01:00NEW BLOG = http://insafelight.wordpress.com/visitez donc mon nouveau blog ou j'ajouterais mes photo's
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haasterdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17437309376857491109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194133992571973124.post-45600417599113829532012-11-10T17:41:00.000+01:002012-11-10T17:41:02.631+01:00premier essai<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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haasterdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17437309376857491109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194133992571973124.post-68601068660067289472012-11-10T17:39:00.004+01:002012-11-10T17:39:48.958+01:00(not so new) typo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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haasterdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17437309376857491109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194133992571973124.post-14551863799590537972012-11-10T17:38:00.000+01:002012-11-10T17:38:18.124+01:00fixed lamp<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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haasterdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17437309376857491109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194133992571973124.post-24518623293572897552012-09-05T18:03:00.000+02:002012-09-05T18:03:06.908+02:00le balon<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Philippe decida de ne plus jouer avec la bande de Joey.
haasterdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17437309376857491109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194133992571973124.post-30478220877697967982012-09-05T18:00:00.000+02:002012-09-05T18:03:17.513+02:00Le petit salon<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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haasterdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17437309376857491109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194133992571973124.post-14880363311956434792012-05-29T21:24:00.000+02:002012-05-29T21:24:30.682+02:00after having reached the top of the mont, I descended fast. my spinning legs burned, my neck hurt, my saddle was as hard as stone and drops of sweat were rolling down my red forehead. yet I was nothing under the crashing heat of the midsummer sun. all day it had been burning the riders. this giant lightbolb piercing the sky like a eye of white fire. it'd been a heavy burden during the parcours but what would I have done without it? ironically the sun was my main source of existence...
I was dwarfed by the force of the colossal mountains, one lonely individual out of billions, one madman and his bike. the green mountainside was laying so peaceful. the thick warm air blew through the trees and my hair. I concentrated on the sound of my breath getting calmer as the descend offered a rest. the ratling of my chain was probably heard even on top of the peak towering over the dark green pines whose scent caressed my senses. the birds were seen fluttering around the pines tjilping away free of worry. this suddenly filled me with energy and happiness. a wonderful feeling, a feeling as if I could dwarf the pines, the mont, and even the sun, from whom I now felt all he had actually given me. the energy was sent straight to my legs and I pushed and pulled, pushed and pulled, pushed and pulled. speeding down the mountain, rushing through the trees It was as if I could already see the finish line ahead.
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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpQsoxw0bDmqRzb8PHBISTmHvbZNIHnZe3jErzNfTy_ViCi2CAqZ2onFjQYIa1Baa6UaUFAfvhdZBicyrJy0ZwmxqusMsdWbfq0rfb-S9rd4sBqK9aYoA3MFbM54Twk7cIIyYhtWNuo4ig/s320/bateau.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711717270284605522" /></a>haasterdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17437309376857491109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194133992571973124.post-76785359588844046992012-02-18T14:30:00.003+01:002012-02-18T15:28:53.265+01:00cow boy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4pfxEOrg-gkR3vhAdFk4wvIE3EfeOfllLWv56cYTtl7gf930s3-oXUVgeGMYBpl4uqQFhc4X4tYJ-6HSkTLoYmAJGjgbgsqYlwtYUPCG8JBE7sX3BsfvMMuFTiqAORE8HdejfZWRdsaGw/s1600/what+cowboy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4pfxEOrg-gkR3vhAdFk4wvIE3EfeOfllLWv56cYTtl7gf930s3-oXUVgeGMYBpl4uqQFhc4X4tYJ-6HSkTLoYmAJGjgbgsqYlwtYUPCG8JBE7sX3BsfvMMuFTiqAORE8HdejfZWRdsaGw/s400/what+cowboy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710467853809669714" /></a><br />the west ain't what it used to be, the oldtimer said. on these words the doors of the bar flew open and three men walked out, hands on their belts and hats on their heads. as they walked down the street they looked around squinting their eyes in a somewhat superior way. the townsfolk that were out on that particulary hot afternoon were startled at the sight of the three men, for they used to be known in this town. they were known as the Smith brothers, back in the days they were feared by all of the people for where they went they brought destruction and murder. in that time people would run back into their homes and hide behind locked doors for the rest of the day. but now it'd been so long since the Smith's were sighted committing any crimes, that fear had left the townsfolk, and some of em didn't even remember the Smith brothers.<br />poor townspeople, as dumb as cattle they went back to their business and didn't pay notice to the three tall men passing by. they didn't even see the oldtimer stumbling away. he had noticed it, the oldtimer, he'd not forgotten how Robert Smith killed reverant jones, slaughtered the O'haras, robbed the Brownville bank and shot billy boy junior. he'd not forgotten how billy boy was bleeding to death in front of the post office, lying face down in the scarlet turned dust.<br /><br />sherif Dawson put down his weekly herald, got of his porch and went of to the shop to get some apples for his mum's apple pie. the sherif had never seen any of the Smith's. he only knew them from the old tales so wouldn't be able to recognize them if they crossed his path. he wouldn't arrest them for the 28 crimes they'd committed. but even if he knew who were the three men now walking about 20 yards in front of him he wouldn't have laid a hand on his gun. he wouldn't have shot a single bullet. Dawson was a coward. he was mummy's boy, nothing more.<br />as the Smith brothers approached they could see the thing that had shone in the sun from far away. it was a sherif's badge pinched on Dawson'd jacket. In olden times they'd shot at sherif's feet to make him dance as they did with all the sherifs in cactus valley. now though they only smirked at the sherif who was startled by this weird lack of respect. "hey you there!" he said "wipe them stupid grins of ya faces!"<br />Robert turned to Dawson and replied "you better try to wipe them of yourself boy."<br />Dawson opened his mouth to say something but nothing was heard.<br />the Smith's walked on and he followed them with his eyes his mouth still hanging open, disgusted at his own lack of courage.<br /><br />oldtimer shook his head in disappointment and moved away from the window.haasterdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17437309376857491109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194133992571973124.post-35619118587892267482012-02-16T21:30:00.002+01:002012-02-16T21:32:50.392+01:00frehse<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuqoWClGVS_yfxhLy5ixhABs3K_is0THspAci7ORHZ6heyldebDS0h7wppvcFcwwlUcAeNzgQFIDtZRIoKDH2mg-yh8V9gcV12Kr1jg7-uBXb7Os6DdeoZMhcpLcdAZZPOXtGuZXuwwIoL/s1600/frehse.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuqoWClGVS_yfxhLy5ixhABs3K_is0THspAci7ORHZ6heyldebDS0h7wppvcFcwwlUcAeNzgQFIDtZRIoKDH2mg-yh8V9gcV12Kr1jg7-uBXb7Os6DdeoZMhcpLcdAZZPOXtGuZXuwwIoL/s400/frehse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709834153094717170" /></a><br />of was het nouw freshe?haasterdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17437309376857491109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194133992571973124.post-70470470241636287312012-01-28T19:47:00.001+01:002012-01-28T20:18:55.991+01:00service secret<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlqM_H5Uya3fLHmPnlD-iZl5vgquEb326-AgnrkbSDiDTLpZaXr-W0DPstTNF7LD89BdlVneG0yXMuzzD7MCZWKhVDieh6ApuYq2K6EYl5ex84tmHNIDLfByuLfbe7yogsxEPfOlnUx340/s1600/mi6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlqM_H5Uya3fLHmPnlD-iZl5vgquEb326-AgnrkbSDiDTLpZaXr-W0DPstTNF7LD89BdlVneG0yXMuzzD7MCZWKhVDieh6ApuYq2K6EYl5ex84tmHNIDLfByuLfbe7yogsxEPfOlnUx340/s400/mi6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702757812148391426" /></a><br />un peu plouchaasterdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17437309376857491109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194133992571973124.post-16449820866284605742012-01-26T09:24:00.002+01:002012-01-26T09:28:39.173+01:00extreme commuting<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcAaZMvcz-BjgO33AGHy2f8HJp3FeFsoTiUMyvP6xGASqPF2sZv0OPnY4hTAMsFNvsDttlc9vJhJ1jcbLw5Diz4jgRnKvCvaQBUzTJ9ZTwuBqULIwJ2tmKOsm-6ykxvX8F1ci3oS7kST03/s1600/manindesert_NEW.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcAaZMvcz-BjgO33AGHy2f8HJp3FeFsoTiUMyvP6xGASqPF2sZv0OPnY4hTAMsFNvsDttlc9vJhJ1jcbLw5Diz4jgRnKvCvaQBUzTJ9ZTwuBqULIwJ2tmKOsm-6ykxvX8F1ci3oS7kST03/s400/manindesert_NEW.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701854041523052114" /></a><br />FML; he had to cross a desert to get home every day.<br /><br />il lui fallait traverser un désert pour rentrer chez lui.haasterdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17437309376857491109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194133992571973124.post-78317899023410972952012-01-15T18:43:00.000+01:002012-01-15T18:45:49.426+01:00"the west ain't wat it used to be"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0pWUvakmK2wokl_qKGwmhvcrlhREplipcGEUofcLHlppBEZ-XmuQbkonp76P2At-rJTsepLkcdZ9VgIU_XgDHevgSTUphE4ZNjw4mwCKpy5t28aeKPZpBRVMW72KXePgRtSsgZBFJtYLM/s1600/old+man.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0pWUvakmK2wokl_qKGwmhvcrlhREplipcGEUofcLHlppBEZ-XmuQbkonp76P2At-rJTsepLkcdZ9VgIU_XgDHevgSTUphE4ZNjw4mwCKpy5t28aeKPZpBRVMW72KXePgRtSsgZBFJtYLM/s400/old+man.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697916204250818626" /></a><br /><br />old timer saidhaasterdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17437309376857491109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194133992571973124.post-31030930057478251352012-01-11T22:40:00.007+01:002012-01-11T22:53:37.802+01:00bike designsso I started designing some bike frames and wheels and stuff here are the first three...<br />( j'ai commence a dessiner des cadres de velo, voici les premier trois )<br /><br />here the wheels are too small, this was my first drawing, of a light pursuit frame.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjflK8uOgTWJ6yzePCS51loyE0BuRv_nxs9UMYJZfXtJXMr6gu7PiU9SpYwDGu8dn1J8hNq-jvz4ieF3e5IKhM8glyWQTBHmmSSrGKtRKFU8vdVh2Xm5_Ca_5c4sEAodtgSbY9w-gJCPDKb/s1600/P1120828.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjflK8uOgTWJ6yzePCS51loyE0BuRv_nxs9UMYJZfXtJXMr6gu7PiU9SpYwDGu8dn1J8hNq-jvz4ieF3e5IKhM8glyWQTBHmmSSrGKtRKFU8vdVh2Xm5_Ca_5c4sEAodtgSbY9w-gJCPDKb/s400/P1120828.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696493727159242706" /></a><br />here is a pursuit frame, the wheels are too small for the bike though<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglHoWmNj9l2ulyAciP5J95e3sf8OkoBAeyTc4Hp8bRa7YZ-q05IIzZGppNWGBLqBqDCJcsVhwDM7Cc9JLT0HqNuy7P-meQyzy3U0GBmjCC2gq2bk81S889KFDipjz65tUHmIJYbFOcZwed/s1600/P1120830.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglHoWmNj9l2ulyAciP5J95e3sf8OkoBAeyTc4Hp8bRa7YZ-q05IIzZGppNWGBLqBqDCJcsVhwDM7Cc9JLT0HqNuy7P-meQyzy3U0GBmjCC2gq2bk81S889KFDipjz65tUHmIJYbFOcZwed/s400/P1120830.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696493724851846466" /></a><br />this one is a triangle frame inspired by the bull. it's got a "toksik" front wheel<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCEYonPj_INrawG47Wl_84XjRKp4w8FIcZyM03WTq5GoIpgElS7jx-CT_3YvvRSRrc08s3QSqtGK3dl322KRPkR25_6s1utAxSER25NyL5kGkZ_A3aqvuCBharNHyuQJ3g_ghE2Qr9SuS9/s1600/P1120837.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCEYonPj_INrawG47Wl_84XjRKp4w8FIcZyM03WTq5GoIpgElS7jx-CT_3YvvRSRrc08s3QSqtGK3dl322KRPkR25_6s1utAxSER25NyL5kGkZ_A3aqvuCBharNHyuQJ3g_ghE2Qr9SuS9/s400/P1120837.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696493721210565938" /></a>haasterdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17437309376857491109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194133992571973124.post-55610084568358090612012-01-07T11:05:00.003+01:002012-01-07T11:48:34.649+01:00bibliotheque<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPO8HzdakcTkLPWjD1ZAz7fNITWtGZOUoIvzvh0b4LVCA8CZ4khkuMdBDDQNweLnOSM4K-E82wVUfq899f4m0sGuuiYdkroV6QFHWjXWYIq9t8pPslIi4yozSs5y59IjN7WvbQEU_hyphenhyphenbM2/s1600/hommeacasquette.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPO8HzdakcTkLPWjD1ZAz7fNITWtGZOUoIvzvh0b4LVCA8CZ4khkuMdBDDQNweLnOSM4K-E82wVUfq899f4m0sGuuiYdkroV6QFHWjXWYIq9t8pPslIi4yozSs5y59IjN7WvbQEU_hyphenhyphenbM2/s400/hommeacasquette.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694838712040550802" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0hdU46rfgEzeekK5LvubB2BdE1bOBhutccKn7qgd4b2IsBUFUrG6gqHVqOeQNApoWz8pI9AkClNP31LPEC0nvlmBwcz7iJa97DtagwSmy03nZjkeP-2qrLYf4jKWOwAvbKdz_A72HnitN/s1600/womanoba.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0hdU46rfgEzeekK5LvubB2BdE1bOBhutccKn7qgd4b2IsBUFUrG6gqHVqOeQNApoWz8pI9AkClNP31LPEC0nvlmBwcz7iJa97DtagwSmy03nZjkeP-2qrLYf4jKWOwAvbKdz_A72HnitN/s400/womanoba.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694834072549388802" /></a><br />je m'etais rendu en grande surface.<br />sur la terrassehaasterdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17437309376857491109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194133992571973124.post-49464338065429310922012-01-04T22:20:00.006+01:002012-01-06T17:24:00.767+01:00joseph's 2012<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWBVKkpSH4-K3cXwA2dZomivBx_PN8jQtV_IaNoJdHMApv_N2w6xfW7Y4yIshiIWjgwWQpau89U23cer47gWClm7CL_uVa_gqpCcuN6fP7ep6g962MVBVhD2grYxkYHmHhh73mEejAbvXF/s1600/joseph.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 205px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWBVKkpSH4-K3cXwA2dZomivBx_PN8jQtV_IaNoJdHMApv_N2w6xfW7Y4yIshiIWjgwWQpau89U23cer47gWClm7CL_uVa_gqpCcuN6fP7ep6g962MVBVhD2grYxkYHmHhh73mEejAbvXF/s400/joseph.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693891480940502514" /></a><br />"happy new year !!" said the neighbour to joseph, peeking over the hedge.<br />joseph wasn't what you'd call a party animal. <br />he had gone to bed at 8 o'clock on new years eve, just like any other day.<br />on that cold quiet morning he'd nearly forgotten about 2012, therefore he didn't respond immediatly.<br />it was only after a few seconds that he wished his neighbour a happy 2012 with a cold little smile.<br />he took out his post and walked back past his neighbour to his front door.<br />"see you then !" the neighbour said.<br />when the only response he got was a indifferent "hm hm" his jolly smile faded from his face and was replaced by a smirk. <br />he turned away from the hedge, after joseph had slammed his front door, looking around the street with the deserted front gardens. the sky started to brigthen in the east as the cold januari wind whooshed through the deserted borough.<br /><br />joseph poured the steaming hot water into a bright yellow mug and dunked his twinings breakfast teabag in it while observing the few new year cards he'd got. after have thrown them in the paper bin he took a sip of the tea. unaware that is was still a solid 100 degrees hot he burnt his mouth and yelled hoarsely. <br />when he'd drunk his tea and ate his marmelade toasts, joseph went into his front garden again.<br />he walked along the hedge and wondered if this year would bring a few more inches to it so he would't have to be looking into that stupid neighbours face every morning.<br />he put his hands in the pockets of his khaki trousers and shivered in the cold breeze.<br />looking down at his feet he saw one little red flower that had apparently come way too early even if the winter had been so mild.<br />he pulled it out of the gras and walked back inside. before he got through the door though he glimpsed a big red globe at the end of his street, emerging out of the pink wooly clouds. <br />this time his smile was genuine.haasterdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17437309376857491109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194133992571973124.post-4513683888367075942011-12-09T22:56:00.004+01:002011-12-10T20:05:03.997+01:00au ptit matin<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUHYvwC_5y754f4arv8AppQu7KziZVIHL8ISJod5OWJwm5L0xnJh25Kze7HbMzJjv_RO74UDANrYQLPqt-HscGCOpRYDhqJENBqs3TCXwxhfeeEUlk29hINLq5yA2vtSRFHBAul6fGthKm/s1600/meisjebusmunster.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUHYvwC_5y754f4arv8AppQu7KziZVIHL8ISJod5OWJwm5L0xnJh25Kze7HbMzJjv_RO74UDANrYQLPqt-HscGCOpRYDhqJENBqs3TCXwxhfeeEUlk29hINLq5yA2vtSRFHBAul6fGthKm/s400/meisjebusmunster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684257151404303970" /></a><br />Munster, Allemagne; au ptit matin a 7 heures, les grands et les petits sautes sur le meme bus qui se dirigent vers l'école. ils y attendent leur premier cour a 8 heures.haasterdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17437309376857491109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194133992571973124.post-60818056839730081722011-11-20T22:22:00.002+01:002011-11-20T22:34:55.371+01:00pucca<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwOl2VwAtVhSdg-B-2PAikqZbDHDcPuP6TjL0RKAs0JP7z4vRgDF_OUKzaA2UGVTCEfNHIHKAuCCKurjYwjJdWW-1E8lPslaEM98Q2bfQSL1ypgR5YAlnjH0GgTbE3-YHvfYvSgESDt2uk/s1600/heloguitar.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwOl2VwAtVhSdg-B-2PAikqZbDHDcPuP6TjL0RKAs0JP7z4vRgDF_OUKzaA2UGVTCEfNHIHKAuCCKurjYwjJdWW-1E8lPslaEM98Q2bfQSL1ypgR5YAlnjH0GgTbE3-YHvfYvSgESDt2uk/s400/heloguitar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677193675768507458" /></a><br />what a wonderfull duo they makehaasterdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17437309376857491109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194133992571973124.post-1501246941209708472011-11-20T22:15:00.002+01:002011-11-20T22:22:27.102+01:00red riding hood?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqRd176HKpDxQewhmKzh5YHXNlDaM_FFles031LwhODFJ85Qhssv1MPMo-u2yiPTOpjD3LZSkCqrX5IxZqK2n9qkHM5hSNX2t2NSD9oPlFpBoBRYOFHGH13H6OJdyqnAm44G9h_EO2v2cs/s1600/red+riding+hood.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqRd176HKpDxQewhmKzh5YHXNlDaM_FFles031LwhODFJ85Qhssv1MPMo-u2yiPTOpjD3LZSkCqrX5IxZqK2n9qkHM5hSNX2t2NSD9oPlFpBoBRYOFHGH13H6OJdyqnAm44G9h_EO2v2cs/s400/red+riding+hood.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677190350325748242" /></a><br />at least he didn't end up with stones in his belly...haasterdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17437309376857491109noreply@blogger.com