• Il s'agit ici d'un portrait psychologique d'Eléonore. J'ai tenté d'exprimer son côté pétillant, joyeux, créatif et coloré.


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  • Ingrédiants:

    125g de beurre (beurre demi sel possible)
    200g de chocolat noir (j'ai une préférence pour le 70%)
    1 pot de yaourt ou 150 ml de lait
    3 oeufs
    150g de sucre
    70g de farine
    pépite créatives: amande en poudre ou noix de coco (ou selon vos humeurs, testez les autres)
    un peu de gingembre rajoute une saveur intérressante

     

    1- Faites préchauffez votre four à 200°

    2- Faites fondre lait, le beurre et le chocolat (ou juste le beurre et le chocolat si vous avez choisit de mettre un yaourt) à la casserole ou au micro onde jusquà obtenir un mélange homogène.

    3- Rajoutez (le yaourt,) la farine, le sucre et les oeufs. Mélangez bien à chaque fois.

    4- Si le coeur vous en dit, rajoutez des pépites créatives et/ou du gingembre

    5- Mettez le tout 20 minutes à 200° pour les fours traditionels ou 5 minutes pour les fours à chaleur tournante. (n'oubliez pas de beurrer votre moule!)

     

    Degustez!


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  • M'enfin je ne pense même pas qu'il comprendrais...

    There's a look on your face I would like to knock out
    See the sin in your grin and the shape of your mouth
    All I want is to see you in terrible pain
    Though we won't ever meet I remember your name

    Can't believe you were once just like anyone else
    then you grew and became like the devil himself
    Pray to God I think of a nice thing to say
    But I don't think I can so fuck you anyway

    You`re a scum, you`re a scum and I hope that you know
    That the cracks in your smile are beginning to show
    Now the world needs to see that it's time you should go
    There's no light in your eyes and your brain is too slow

    Can't believe you were once just like anyone else
    then you grew and became like the devil himself
    Pray to God I can think of a nice thing to say
    But I don't think I can so fuck you anyway

    Bet you sleep like a child with your thumb in your mouth
    I could creep up beside put a gun in your mouth
    makes me sick when I hear all the shit that you say
    so much crap coming out it must take you all day

    There's a space kept in hell with your name on the seat
    With a spike in the chair just to make it complete
    When you look at yourself do you see what I see
    If you do why the fuck are you looking at me

    There's a time for us all and I think yours has been
    Can you please hurry up cos I find you obscene
    We can't wait for the day that you're never around
    When that face isn't here and you rot underground

    Can't believe you were once just like anyone else
    Then you grew and became like the devil himself
    Pray to god I can think of a nice thing to say
    But I don't think I can so fuck you anyway

    So fuck you anyway


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  • Merci pour ce moment merveilleux...

    Merci de donner un sens a tout ce bordel que peut être la vie...

    Merci d'avoir une bouche aussi sexy...

     


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  • C'était juste magnifique... ça me rend nostalgique...


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