#eclaire de la lune

[angelitam]

Partageons mon rendez-vous lectures #34-2024 & critiques

Voici mes critiques littéraires sur Livres à profusion. Autopsie de Patricia Cornwell Autopsie de Patricia Cornwell – Editions Le Livre de Poche Lune froide sur Babylon de Michael McDowell Lune froide sur Babylon de Michael McDowell – Editions Monsieur Toussaint Louverture Eclairer l’ombre Les oubliées de la lune Tome 1 de Joe Lee Éclairer l’ombre Joe Lee tous les livres sur Babelio.com En…

[moomoorare]

Like tbh I don't exactly love the name "Chiara". Like it's cute but I don't feel like it's me.... But I do love the name Claire. I've always loved it SO much. Anyways this post is brought to you by today's saint being Santa Chiara and that's big thing in my family

[coolvieilledentelle]

La lune délicieuse, fidèle servante du ciel...Laisse couler sur la terre le miel de ses rayons...Eclairant tout à tour les doux anges qui veillent...Pour que nos nuits soient douces et nos rêves de coton... faites de beaux rêves

[les-portes-du-sud]

Le soleil

En mouvement constant

Il tourne autour de la terre...

Mais quel caprice le tourmente?

Est-ce sa muse la lune,

Couverte de voiles

Qui inspire sa toile,

Qu'attends-tu, alune.

Cette demoiselle la lune

A la sublime pâleur

T'inspire ,comble ardeur,

elle se consume en ton feu

Flamboyant de ton aveu.

Elle semble mystérieuse,

Serait-ce une ensorceleuse

Avec ses lacs et montagnes

Que tu rêves de gravir

Afin de la faire rosir.

Elle a le visage pâle

Aux reflets de l'opale,

Contemple de nuit étoiles

Couverte de son voile.

Loin de son orbite

Tes rayons s'allongent,

Essaient de l'atteindre,

L'attente se prolonge...

Si loin de son orbite.

De dépit, c'est la terre que tu touches,

Du bout des doigts la caresse

Et résolu la couvre de tendresse.

Elle te remercie

Et à l'envie

De chaleur exulte,

Tu deviens son culte.

Elle envoie sa rosée

En doux nuages posée

Pour te rafraichir,

Pour mieux te chérir,

En toi poser les fleurs

Pour adoucir ton désir.

Loin de toi la rage

Que t'inspire l'orage

Au goût si amer

De nombre de ses éclairs.

Ta douce chaleur diffuse

Rien que pour ta muse

Cette jolie terre

Aux délicieux mystères.

Tu t'imposes en roi

De joie tu flamboies,

Eclaire l'horizon,

Tu vis à son diapason.

Vis donc notre aimé roi

Impose- nous ta loi

Pour notre plus grand bonheur

Eloigne donc tous les heurts.

Que notre vie se couvre

D'un tapis de fleurs

Qui à l'aurore s'ouvrent

Vers un avenir bonheur.

Aurorefloreale

[livedierepeatandrepeat]

Ainsi le monde peut me voir Yeux posés sur la lumière chemin d'un tracé que l'on peut entrevoir Dans les regards à fleur de paupières.

Errant de toiles en étoiles De couleurs d'artifices diluées Comme un Pierrot de lumières Esquissant l'horizon galbé de ce corps céleste.

Je me laisse voguer" la" vague à l'âme Comme une lame de profondeurs inoubliée Sans me soucier des tempêtes à venir et des larmes Qui couleront à flot à l'insu de mes prières.

Brille la nuit au fond de ton être Inspirations nocturnes, touches en musique Je suis l'astre qui bientôt va apparaître Pour laisser place au nouveau jour magique.

Le ciel se pare d'une douce étincelle À l'encontre de ces comètes  Une image couleur miel Eclair de lune en fête.

  Miroitante aux sources crépusculaires Aux confluents de la fuite du temps Sur les arêtes de coraux stellaires Poussière d'étoile vierge de la genèse .

Le silence devient pierre de cristal Que rien ne trouble sa clarté Dans le firmament d'une divine opale L'univers devient beauté.

[defleurtradingco]

Éclaire de la Lune- Simple

(Previous: Stars, Next: Energy)

The low lights bouncing off the pieces of glass of the chandelieurs made them glitter like suspended diamonds.

And the music...

Fortunato had an elbow on the table, hand under his chin as he listened, wishing he could sit there forever doing only that.

With a half lidded and almost drunken gaze he watched Ange take a few steps here, a few steps there, all very slow and gentle motions as he sung into the microphone. Every so often he'd cast a glance over at him before bringing his attention back to the audience.

Fortunato sighed through his nose as he reached for his wine glass, only to stop short when the spotlight began to come his way, along with Ange.

Sometimes the man would walk off the stage and amongst the diners to ham it up. And boy would they.

Only, he was headed straight for him tonight.

His knee began to bounce nervously as he stared at the old man, with a look that screamed 'what are you doing?'

Ange pressed onwards, with his signature knowing smile and a wink.

The other diners had seen them sit together on more than one occasion. It wasn't unusual.

Fortunato felt otherwise of course, as he instinctively shrunk back from the advancing Ange, who stopped at the tableside, practically hovering over him.

The sight was humorous enough to elicit a few chuckles of pity (which didn't help Fortunato at all. Then again, his reaction was to blame for that.)

Ange kept going, reaching for and taking Fortunato's hand gingerly as he sang on, always keeping a smile on his face.

Eventually he let him go and moved back to the stage, leaving Fortunato very frazzled in his seat.

With a burning face, he reached for the bottle to pour himself more wine.

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"Oh do not make such a face at me, I had to come over at least once!" Ange teased as he walked Fortunato out to the front of the restaurant.

"Not in front of all those people!" The cobra protested, still feeling as though he had swallowed embers that were now burning a hole through his gut.

Ange only laughed. "You need to live a little, Forest. One cannot be private about everything forever."

Fortunato scowled. "I, for one, beg to differ." He had called for a cab to come pick him up. And it couldn't come fast enough.

"Are you sure you do not want me to drive you home? Or to wherever you need to go? It isn't any trouble really!"

"Yes, yes I am sure. I need to go back to the store."

"Well I can't imagine what for at this time of night."

"To prepare product."

Ange paused, glancing at the sidewalk briefly. "All by yourself?"

Fortunato cleared his throat, spotting one of the DeFleurs' black cars. While there wasn't any sort of insignia giving it away, it was the license plate number that indicated it was a company car. Ange wouldn't know where it was from. It wasn't like he was requesting a ride back to the company building after all. "This is my ride back, I am going now."

"Ah, yes… all right then."

The car pulled up to the curb, and Fortunato wasted no time in pulling the door open to get in.

But Ange grabbed his wrist first to stop him, tugging him over towards himself with a fair amount of force, straight into a kiss.

Rather than jump to defend himself out of instinct, Fortunato froze. Confused, flustered, really confused- then… sad. Then happy, as he pressed forward and found himself completely wrapped up in a warm embrace that he himself was desperately leaning into.

All with a painfully aching heart.

Oh how he missed something as simple as a kiss. A passionate one no less.

He didn't want it to end.

But it did.

Without even really thinking about it he pulled back in a daze, wondering where he even was.

The car...right… the car.

Ange looked...well, like himself. Still bold, still assertive, still joyful. He let him go then without a single word.

Fortunato sat in the backseat with his head in his slightly shaking hands the entire ride back to the bakery.

Heart "pounding", head numb.

[starofashtree]

100 days of productivity - 12/100

on day 12/100, i...

made my bed

went to school (8:05 - 13:20)

took a biology exam

hung up posters with information over world aids day (on 1.12) in my school with @zombieapocalypse2021forpresident (and @eclair-de-la-lune)

did my german homework: write an interpretation of a poem

did my english homework: write a coherent text of 150 -200 words over generation z

kept up my duolingo streak (day 53, earned 167XP today, my daily goal being 20XP)

[detournementsmineurs]

"Eclair de Lune" de Norman Jewison (1987) avec Cher, Nicolas Cage, Danny Aiello, Olympia Dukakis et Vincent Gardenia, dans le cadre du cycle “Winter of Moon” présenté par Jean-Michel Jarre pour les 50 ans du 1er pas de l'Homme sur la Lune (1969) sur ARTE, janvier 2019.

[angelitam]

Eclairer l'ombre Les oubliées de la lune Tome 1 de Joe Lee

Éclairer l’ombre Joe Lee   tous les livres sur Babelio.com Eclairer l’ombre Les oubliées de la lune Tome 1 de Joe Lee, présentation Maëlle est dans le métro. Elle se rend à son travail et passe son temps à lire. Elle vit avec son chat dans son propre appartement. Elle est mystérieuse, discrète et a une vie très planifiée qui ne doit rien laisser à l’imprévu. Que s’est-il passé dans son…

[serenhiscoxanimation]

Emile Cohl

Emile Cohl is a French cartoonist and animator, who's career spanning 300 films, earned him the title of 'the father of the animated cartoon'.

He had been interested in drawing and caricature throughout his life. His big break came in 1878 whilst working as an apprentice to one of France's most famous caricaturists Andre Gill, during this time, Cohl released two cartoons which targeted the French president at the time Patrice MacMahon. These works would have him fined and then jailed for 10 days in 1979, with the president resigning from his position three months later.

Censorship was lifted under the new president, and Cohl joined several artists group. Firstly the Hydropathes and later the Incoherents. Cohl became editor-in-chief of the Incoherents magazine 'La nouvelle lune'. The artists crude and child-like style of drawing gained a cult following both in France and around the world.

It was then that Emile turned to animation at 50 years old. Inspired by John Stuart Blackton's animated shorts such as 'humorous phases of funny faces'-1906, Cohl produced some animated special effects for the Gaumont film company where he worked as a script-writer. He then went on to create his animated film debut 'Fantasmagorie' in 1907. Animation was still an emerging media and so there were no guides on how to animate. Cohl studied Blackton's works extensively before devising his technique using an illuminated glass plate. He would then trace the next drawing. When completed, 'Fantasmagorie' consisted of around 700 drawings. As chalkboard drawings were popular at the time, he printed his drawings as negatives so the black lines on white paper would instead look like chalk drawings.

He joined film company Pathe for a year before moving onto the Eclipse studios. He was also allowed to make films for other picture companies such as Eclair, one of these projects being an adaptation of George Mcmanus' popular newspaper comic 'the newlyweds', all previous adaptations had been live action and so this was the first animated series based on a comic.

In 1914, the Eclair studios burnt down, destroying a majority of their films including Cohl's. The beginning of the First World War also prevented Cohl being able to send any of his work overseas. During the war, Cohl worked on two animated series, firstly 'les dessins anime's de Benjamin Rabier' and also 'Les pieds Nickeles'

Cohl Passed away in 1938 however his legacy of work has continued many filmmakers including; Winsor McCay, Rahul Barre, John Randolph Bray, and Paul Grimault.

[sylvestreries]

Chaos in Paris, making me realize I really am glad to live however I want to be free instead of trying my forever best-but-not-good-enough to fit in the standard model.

L'aéroport et le dédain ostentatoire de l'élite luxueuse, les embrouilles pour pouvoir embarquer, la panique, le soutien inconditionnel de lui que j'aime sans retour, des parents, et la ténacité kabyle additionnée des mantras bouddhistes pour lâcher prise et continuer sur ma voie coûte que coûte.

Arriver enfin dans l'immensité urbaine, surprenante de mélanges d'époques, et ses arbres gigantesques et omniprésents.

Rencontrer de grands corbeaux, clin d'oeil à lui que j'aime et qui m'aime, et l'orage. Mousson de bienvenue, eclairs tonitruants juste là, autour de nous, illuminant l'espace de retrouvailles.

Un jour qui a duré 38h, entrecoupé de sommes agités à 10000m d'altitude, clôturé par un sommeil lourd et moite, à une trentaine de degré Celsius.

Premier jour de balade, aller visiter le grand Temple de la Montagne Dorée, presque pleurer d'émotion.

Presque car la plupart de mon hydratation se sépare de mon corps dans cette chaleur humide (plutôt confortable à vrai dire).

Marcher, ouvrir tout mes yeux, remercier les mains jointes et être dans la norme ce faisant, enfin ! Manger peu, satisfaisant, en commençant par les saveurs connues du pad thai, réconfortant. Errer dans les quartiers sans touristes et de fait moins surexcités, prendre le métro climatisé, prévoir de quoi se couvrir parce que wallah le choc thermique!

Ramasser des fleurs pour décorer nos murs, me promener avec une particulièrement jolie sur la tête et l'oublier, pour ne m'en rappeler qu'en voyant les regards se diriger vers elle, habituel.

Prier pour Lyere, de pleine lune accompagnée dans cette longue opération de réappropriation physique sous des mains expertes et bienveillantes.

Que les vents dans les clochettes lui soient enchantements, les fleurs en offrandes, émerveillements, et les cheminements de nos âmes, soutenants.

[rvbrarepairweek]

RvB Rare Pair Week Masterpost

May 6-12, 2018

Arranged by ship, in alphabetical order. Please be sure to check authors’ warnings!

Andy/Wyoming

Just Business by crunchbites-muscle-structure

too hot by dannidoodle

Biff/Temple

can’t sleep love by 70sarcasmandbowties

He tried to kiss him by blueberryshortcake

Hidden Constellations by donutdarwin

your mind in mine by 70sarcasmandbowties

Caboose/Kaikaina

Cookies in the Quad by donutdarwin

Carolina/Dylan

nsfw dylina by whatevergetsyouoffatnight

Carolina/Felix

Mat Time by birdsbeesandlemonadetrees

Carolina/Kaikaina

Hard Work by donutdarwin

Carolina/Kimball/York

Hot Springs are NOT for Spying by hbosswrites

Carolina/Locus

nsfw lolina by whatevergetsyouoffatnight

Relieving Tension by donutdarwin

Carolina/Locus/Wash

Temporary by birdsbeesandlemonadetrees

Carolina/Maine

The Landing by annefiction

Carolina/Maine/Wash

Drift by birdsbeesandlemonadetrees

her boys by mainecarwash

Take Care by donutdarwin

Take Care illustration by dannidoodle

Carolina/Sharkface

Seasick Lullaby by confessionforanothertime

Carolina/South

Unfair by autisticblueteam

Carolina/Wash

Carwash for the soul by jomeimei321

Church/Grif

Coitus ex machina by cinaed

Church/Sarge

Tik Tok by zalia

What an enemy by primtheamazing

Church/Sarge/Tex

Lovingly, Fuck You by grubus

Church/Simmons

Church/Simmons by stickynotedoodler

Delta/Omega

with a fairy hand in hand (and the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand) by akisawana

Doc/Grif

La Menefreghista Ama Il Medico by agent-murica

Donut/Locus

glitter, fireflies, fireworks by primtheamazing

nsfw locnut by whatevergetsyouoffatnight

Donut/Tucker

fluffy and sweet by thefreelancerdivision

Doyle/Grey/Locus

The Good General by hylian-reptile

Doyle/Kimball

a beautiful union between former enemies by primtheamazing

Petal Fall by onthenilerivah

Felix/Simmons

We Quit by eliizaah7

Felix/Tucker

Rumor Mill by seerofbread

Grey/Wash

Rest and Be Well by birdsbeesandlemonadetrees

Grif & Locus

in a faraway land by thefreelancerdivision

Grif/Locus/Simmons

nsfw logrimmons by whatevergetsyouoffatnight

Grif/North

Luck by eliizaah7

Jensen/Palomo/Volleyball

both by rvbenthusiast

Kaikaina/Locus

A tale as old as time by primtheamazing

Bang List: Made, Tits:Out by confessionforanothertime

Kaikaina/South

Girlfriends who train together, stay together by stickynotedoodler

Kaikaina/Tucker

Millenials are killing the porn industry by primtheamazing

Kimball/Wash

remedy by weatheredlaw

Kaikaina/Simmons

Welcome to the mile high club by primtheamazing

Kaikaina/South

not easy to train with kai around by sxpaiscia

Loco/Temple

Going Loco by 70sarcasmandbowties

Locus/Lopez

vamos lechón, lamer mi batería by whatevergetsyouoffatnight

Locus/Sharkface

nsfw sharcus by whatevergetsyouoffatnight

Please, Call Me Shark by agentshadowarms

Locus/Simmons

take care by primtheamazing

Locus/Tucker

nsfw lucker by whatevergetsyouoffatnight

another nsfw lucker by whatevergetsyouoffatnight

Locus/Wash

‘I miss him sometimes...” by kananeski

Maine/Sigma

sigmaine by dannidoodle

Maine/York

Now or Never by birdsbeesandlemonadetrees

Ohio/Sherry

Waiting for a train by seerofbread

Sarge/Wash

cuddle moment by sxpaiscia

Simmons/Tucker

Folie à Deux by chickcheney

Simmons/Wash

training hours by sxpaiscia

Tucker/York

You’re my Wonderwall by eclaire-de-lune

Please message us or send an ask with any corrections! Thanks!

[defleurtradingco]

Éclaire de la Lune- Laugh

(Previous: Believe)

“When were you going to tell us it was your account?? Not that I didn’t know- I knew the whole time.”

Fortunato let out a half-hearted chuckle as he fiddled with the cash register. It had been acting up all evening and finally with the day at its end, he had a moment to look at it. All there was left to do was clean up work, and the meager staff was about halfway through. “Yes you said something about my arm hairs I think.” “Buh- Well not in a bad way!! That was such a great story you put up last night- uh if- if you don’t mind me saying,”

“Not at all, that is why I put it up there in the first place.” “You sure you’re uh...well...nevermind...” “What?” “Gonna be ok??” “Ah- yes, don’t worry.” The drawer wasn’t opening no matter what button he pressed. “At the rate we are going here I am going to have to take a hammer to this.” Because he certainly wasn’t above it. “But, anyhow, don’t go telling your friends and everyone to come here- we can barely handle the rush as it is.” “Oh no! No sir I wouldn’t do that-”

The door-bells clattered suddenly, and the employee was the first to look up, but Fortunato was the first to answer without doing so. “I am sorry, we are closed- come back tomorrow.” “Yer bedside manner’s better as ever Boss.”

Had Fortunato been holding the register in the air, he most certainly would have dropped it. Thankfully he wasn’t. It felt like his tongue had somehow gotten stuck in his throat as he looked up quickly, eyes wide. Aside from the vampire in the flesh, there was one more with him with the cockiest grin one could make. Or buy.

“Hey kid.” Was all she even really needed to say.

Then came that welling feeling in his throat and his chest again. But it was different this time. Relief. Maybe surprise. Maybe all sprinkled with a dash of dread. He wasn’t too sure.

Without even realizing it he let out this singular laugh before clapping his hands over his mouth, eyes burning and watering.

“Uh oh- aw c’mon look what ya done,” “Me?? He’s clearly disappointed that YOU’RE here.”

Fortunato wasted no time in abandoning the register all together, coming around the counter and towards the two, with his head practically hanging. He didn’t want anyone to look at his face, but he knew it was far too late at that point.

One arm came around his shoulders, and a smaller hand yanked at his jacket, both pulling him into an awkward three-person-embrace of sorts. But he didn’t care.

Suddenly, everything felt better again. Way more than it had been in the entire month.

The girl at the register made her way back to the kitchen, practically holding her breath.

[detournementsmineurs]

Cher, Nicolas Cage, Danny Aiello, Olympia Dukakis et Vincent Gardenia dans "Eclair de Lune" de Norman Jewison (1987), dans le cadre du cycle “Winter of Moon” présenté par Jean-Michel Jarre pour les 50 ans du 1er pas de l'Homme sur la Lune (1969) sur ARTE, janvier 2019.

[scamatina]

La nuit quand les étoiles

Eclairent ma chambre

Je suis assis avec moi même

Pour parler à la lune

J'essaie d'arriver à toi

Dans l'espoir que tu sois

De l'autre côté

A me parler aussi

Oh que je suis un imbécile

A m'asseoir tout seul

Pour Parler à la lune

[doublediable]

Folie passagère.

Aujourd'hui est un jour, un jour comme toujours, tous les jours le même jour. Cependant en ce jour, je ressens une douleur, quelque chose d'intense. Et je ne saurais expliqué ni comment ni pourquoi mais cette douleur, aujourd'hui, est bien plus forte qu'auparavent. C'est pas la première fois que je la sens. Mais cette fois ci rien n'est pareil. C'est pas ma tête qui me fait mal. C'est pas non plus mon estomac, ma gorge, où encore mes yeux et pour tout vous dire je sens même plus mes cicatrices. J'ai mal mais je ne sais pas où. Mal au coeur ? Mal à l'intérieur ? Bordel ca n'a pas de sens. J'ai mal oui, sans doute mal à la vie. Ou peut être ai-je le mal de vivre. Et dans ma tete, ma putain de tete ya tout qui s'embrouille. J'sais plus quoi faire, j'sais plus quoi penser. C'est si douloureux. Et puis c'est comme si ça n'allait jamais finir. A moins que ce ne soit moi qui en finisse. Si mystérieux que cela puisse paraitre, c'est comme si ça avait toujours existé, là, quelque part en moi, comme si ça m'avait toujours rongé peu à peu, et maintenant ça a totalement pris possession de moi. Telle une âme bouffée par maintes demons, telle un cadavre dévoré par les vers, la douleur à fait de moi son etre, complètement immergée sous les idées noires. Les idées noires ? Oui mais les nuits sont blanches. Noir, blanc, blanc, noir. Noir et blanc comme un piano,ya cette chanson à demi mots. Vous l'entendez ? Ah non, j'oubliais, ya que moi qui l'entend. Ya que moi qui entend cette fouttu chanson. Elle résonne, là, dans ma tête. Vous pouvez pas l'entendre. Vous pouvez pas les entendre. Vous pouvez pas entendre les voix que cette chanson tente de cacher. Mais malgré tout, je les entend. Et je suis effrayée. Je comprend pas bien ce qu'il se passe mais c'est comme si j'étais seule dans tout à fait l'être. En effet, j'suis seule dans ma chambre. Mais j'suis seule au milieu d'une foule. Une foule de voix, une foule d'ombres que moi seule peut percevoir. Ils sont l�� à touner autour de moi. Je voudrais bien vous dire que ce sont des monstres mais c'est moi qui les ait créés. Alors finalement le monstre, c'est peut être moi. Ou plutôt l'autre moi. Celle que je suis quand ils sont là. Je ne contrôle plus rien. Je suis la dans être là. Je hurle, ne débat dans tous les sens pour leur échapper, pourtant,ce que vous voyez, c'est que je suis là, sur mon lit, le regard vide et absent. Comme une petite poupée inerte. Ou bien quelques fois, vous voyez une folle alier qui tente de fuir des choses inexistantes. Ils me murmurent de dessiner d'une larme, un torrent sur ma joue, et d'une lame, un eclair sur ma peau. Je ne contrôle plus la situation. Et si je vous ai déjà dit que de gerais, cetait seulement pour ne pas vous inquiéter. La vérité c'est que dans ce genre de moments, la noirceur prend le dessus et le mal l'emporte. Son eclat destructeur brille ce que la lune éclaire les ruelles sombre. Alors tous s'est éclaircie. Je compris que j'étais tombée bien bas, je compris que cetais fini, que la douleur que je ressens était bien pire parce que cette fois ci je suis seule. Elle m'a pourtant paru éphémère. C'est vrai quoi, elle m'a détruit à une vitesse, vous pouvez même pas imaginer.