<?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-3516051224387533687</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:31:55.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Du Cœur et / ou Tête</title><subtitle type='html'>Penser ou Aimer</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coeurtete.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516051224387533687/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coeurtete.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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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-3516051224387533687.post-3553817820942128894</id><published>2007-10-15T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T19:57:10.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long distance</title><content type='html'>Loin&lt;br /&gt;J'y pense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolie nom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trop loin&lt;br /&gt;J'fait erreure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ici&lt;br /&gt;J'y crois pas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sur le web&lt;br /&gt;J'le vois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean-Marc Ayotte&lt;br /&gt;15 Oct 2007  ---- à finir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516051224387533687-3553817820942128894?l=coeurtete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coeurtete.blogspot.com/feeds/3553817820942128894/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516051224387533687&amp;postID=3553817820942128894' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516051224387533687/posts/default/3553817820942128894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516051224387533687/posts/default/3553817820942128894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coeurtete.blogspot.com/2007/10/long-distance.html' title='Long distance'/><author><name>Tournevis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07991915161948905369</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-3516051224387533687.post-6657157891501697712</id><published>2007-10-03T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T19:50:27.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maudite boisson</title><content type='html'>J'ai mal a la tête&lt;br /&gt;est-ce la bière ou la lumière&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai mal au cœur&lt;br /&gt;est-ce la bière ou l'amour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai mal au muscles&lt;br /&gt;est-ce la bière ou le travail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai mal de vivre&lt;br /&gt;est-ce la bière ou les souvenirs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va te coucher il est assez tard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean-Marc Ayotte&lt;br /&gt;10 mars 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516051224387533687-6657157891501697712?l=coeurtete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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-3516051224387533687.post-5005919372637211005</id><published>2007-06-06T17:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T17:22:43.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Le passé</title><content type='html'>Pour l'instant je publi dans le passé.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516051224387533687-5005919372637211005?l=coeurtete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coeurtete.blogspot.com/feeds/5005919372637211005/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516051224387533687&amp;postID=5005919372637211005' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516051224387533687/posts/default/5005919372637211005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516051224387533687/posts/default/5005919372637211005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coeurtete.blogspot.com/2007/06/le-pass.html' title='Le passé'/><author><name>Tournevis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07991915161948905369</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-3516051224387533687.post-178280768419051176</id><published>2007-06-06T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T17:17:34.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>y parait que</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;le paraitre est ce que l'on met par dessus l'être&lt;br /&gt;pour cacher ce que l'on est vraiment&lt;br /&gt;parfois par méconnaissance de soi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alors on peut dire que paraître&lt;br /&gt;c'est être au yeux des autres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;donc on ne paraît pas ce que l'on est&lt;br /&gt;et on n'est pas ce que l'on paraît&lt;br /&gt;car on paraît toujours avec un par-dessus&lt;br /&gt;un masque appliqué sur l'être&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrêtons de tricher on est ce que l'on est&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jean-Marc Ayotte&lt;br /&gt;14-02-2005&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516051224387533687-178280768419051176?l=coeurtete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coeurtete.blogspot.com/feeds/178280768419051176/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516051224387533687&amp;postID=178280768419051176' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516051224387533687/posts/default/178280768419051176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516051224387533687/posts/default/178280768419051176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coeurtete.blogspot.com/2007/06/y-parait-que.html' title='y parait que'/><author><name>Tournevis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07991915161948905369</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-3516051224387533687.post-6575872595628555128</id><published>2007-04-15T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T20:27:06.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>L'amour est avant tout audience dans le silence. Aimer, c'est contempler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Citadelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516051224387533687-6575872595628555128?l=coeurtete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coeurtete.blogspot.com/feeds/6575872595628555128/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516051224387533687&amp;postID=6575872595628555128' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516051224387533687/posts/default/6575872595628555128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516051224387533687/posts/default/6575872595628555128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coeurtete.blogspot.com/2007/04/lamour-est-avant-tout-audience-dans-le.html' title=''/><author><name>Tournevis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07991915161948905369</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-3516051224387533687.post-1471037288477282103</id><published>2007-04-11T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T16:09:09.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>J'ai mal au Cœur</title><content type='html'>Je doit encore pensé au difference en le mots Amour, Amitier, Adorer.&lt;br /&gt;Ya des partis qui sont clair mais y'en n'a dautre plus dur a déffinir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516051224387533687-1471037288477282103?l=coeurtete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coeurtete.blogspot.com/feeds/1471037288477282103/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516051224387533687&amp;postID=1471037288477282103' title='3 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516051224387533687/posts/default/1471037288477282103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516051224387533687/posts/default/1471037288477282103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coeurtete.blogspot.com/2007/04/jai-mal-au-cur.html' title='J&apos;ai mal au Cœur'/><author><name>Tournevis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07991915161948905369</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516051224387533687.post-7958118229621551650</id><published>2007-04-10T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T21:25:32.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deuxieme MSG</title><content type='html'>Je pensais que le deuxième msg serait plus facile, pourtant je pleure plus qu'au premier। J'ai l'impression d'ouvrir une partie de moi qui est fermée depuis longtemps. J'ai choisi ce titre pour me laisser de la place à parler du coeur car c'est une volonté de m'ouvrir qui ma fait créer ce blog. Mais aussi tête pour pouvoir dérailler des fois des émotion car c'est trop dur de parler du coeur et je devrais être capable de noyer mes msg du coeur au travers une mer de msg de tête.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516051224387533687-7958118229621551650?l=coeurtete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coeurtete.blogspot.com/feeds/7958118229621551650/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516051224387533687&amp;postID=7958118229621551650' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516051224387533687/posts/default/7958118229621551650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516051224387533687/posts/default/7958118229621551650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coeurtete.blogspot.com/2007/04/deuxieme-msg.html' title='Deuxieme MSG'/><author><name>Tournevis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07991915161948905369</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-3516051224387533687.post-9218709010440541084</id><published>2007-04-10T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T20:46:51.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Premier message</title><content type='html'>J'ai mal je feel pas j'ai comme un éboule dans le ventre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516051224387533687-9218709010440541084?l=coeurtete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coeurtete.blogspot.com/feeds/9218709010440541084/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516051224387533687&amp;postID=9218709010440541084' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516051224387533687/posts/default/9218709010440541084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516051224387533687/posts/default/9218709010440541084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coeurtete.blogspot.com/2007/04/premier-message.html' title='Premier message'/><author><name>Tournevis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07991915161948905369</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-3516051224387533687.post-7751857440552542493</id><published>2005-02-21T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T17:18:58.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un soir fatigué</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;« Tout ce qui tombe peut être ramassé. »&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;15-02-2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Jean-Marc Ayotte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516051224387533687-7751857440552542493?l=coeurtete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coeurtete.blogspot.com/feeds/7751857440552542493/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516051224387533687&amp;postID=7751857440552542493' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516051224387533687/posts/default/7751857440552542493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516051224387533687/posts/default/7751857440552542493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coeurtete.blogspot.com/2005/02/un-soir-fatigu.html' title='Un soir fatigué'/><author><name>Tournevis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07991915161948905369</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-3516051224387533687.post-2411993515406608606</id><published>1998-03-11T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T19:06:33.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Le chasseur chassé</title><content type='html'>Les proie se sauve&lt;br /&gt;J'arrete&lt;br /&gt;Je suis la proie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J-Marc 11-03-1998&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516051224387533687-2411993515406608606?l=coeurtete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coeurtete.blogspot.com/feeds/2411993515406608606/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516051224387533687&amp;postID=2411993515406608606' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516051224387533687/posts/default/2411993515406608606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516051224387533687/posts/default/2411993515406608606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coeurtete.blogspot.com/2007/10/le-chasseur-chass.html' title='Le chasseur chassé'/><author><name>Tournevis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07991915161948905369</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-3516051224387533687.post-813487839622593568</id><published>1998-03-09T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T19:00:56.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacynthe</title><content type='html'>elle est belle cette fille&lt;br /&gt;elle est belle elle m'atir&lt;br /&gt;je la vois elle fil&lt;br /&gt;au loin je la sens partir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dans ses bras elle est bien&lt;br /&gt;je reste content&lt;br /&gt;mais point autant&lt;br /&gt;de moi elle est loin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J-Marc 09-03-1998&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tes yeux reflette une mer d'eau si calme, qu'elle inspire la sagesse. Le bleu ciel imaginaire dans un rève ou on visite le paradis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J-Marc 09-03-1998&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comme une rose&lt;br /&gt;ses épine son miene&lt;br /&gt;j'ai du respect pour elle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J-Marc 09-03-1998&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516051224387533687-813487839622593568?l=coeurtete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coeurtete.blogspot.com/feeds/813487839622593568/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516051224387533687&amp;postID=813487839622593568' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516051224387533687/posts/default/813487839622593568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516051224387533687/posts/default/813487839622593568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coeurtete.blogspot.com/1998/03/jacynthe.html' title='Jacynthe'/><author><name>Tournevis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07991915161948905369</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-3516051224387533687.post-8860766668895051622</id><published>1995-02-06T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T17:21:14.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Le secondaire</title><content type='html'>Un sourire cest fait pour être embrassé.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516051224387533687-8860766668895051622?l=coeurtete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coeurtete.blogspot.com/feeds/8860766668895051622/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516051224387533687&amp;postID=8860766668895051622' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516051224387533687/posts/default/8860766668895051622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516051224387533687/posts/default/8860766668895051622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coeurtete.blogspot.com/1995/02/le-secondaire.html' title='Le secondaire'/><author><name>Tournevis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07991915161948905369</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-3516051224387533687.post-5889579155755463974</id><published>1994-12-02T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T21:02:02.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mémoire vide toi de toute frustration passé...</title><content type='html'>La force des mots??&lt;br /&gt;Tu sais l'importance des mots??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On ne regarde pas assez dans le dictionnaire et je ne te dirai pas de le faire car a 14 ans si quelqu'un me disait ça je capotais je trouvais ça inutile et trop long, mais avec temps j'ai compris que c'est important de bien comprendre les mots. Que entre les personne qui entretienne une relation que l'on est le même dictionnaire. exemple: Quand je dit bleu on ait la même image, le même bleu qui nous vienne en tête. Cela aide a la discussions et la compréhension du point de VU de l'autre et de l'opinion de l'autre. Tu a déjà vu 2 personne qui se dise "connecté" ou "wow! on pense pareil" c'est celons moi une expression qui reflète bien ce que je parle ci-haut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si tu comprend et connaît bien les mots que tu utilise tu gagne en crédibilité et en compréhension dans les 2 sens, les autre vont mieux comprendre ce que tu veut dire et toi tu va mieux comprendre ce que l'autre veut te dire ou lui demander de changer de mot car celui la veut dire ceci ou cela et tu veut être bien sur de comprendre ce qu'il veut dire.&lt;br /&gt;Plusieur te dirrons que tu joues sur les mots mais discuté c'est pas un jeu, comprendre l'autre non plus, en general le monde qui dise ca on justement aucune idée de ce que les mots veullent dire la preuve ils disent "que tu JOUES sur les mots" et jouer n'a aucun rapport dans cette phrase. Cela prouvent qu'il sont des personne moins cultivé ou qui ne veulent pas essayer de comprendre, il veulent juste avoir raison et vont être les premiers a dire que tu veut juste voir raison. 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