nature

1. gladys-lemire  le 15-08-2024 à 17:22:50  (site)

poéme

He traces invisible paths in the air
Shaking translucent sails without weakening
He cleaves the low skies, messenger of the stars,
Connecting the present to the most distant seas.

The bird migrates without noise, free son of lightning,
Abandoning his nest all covered with canvas.
He faces the winds while near the stove,
I, the fearful dunce, dream of universes!

Yet I will go out when my time comes;
The bird will show me how much the human is deceived
To believe in what he sees but which goes into oblivion…

He will take me far, curing my vertigo,
And I will become him, my destiny fulfilled,
For I will never return to the ground that afflicts me.

2. BernardNowman  le 15-08-2024 à 17:37:50  (site)

magnifique article mon amour (l) et il est jolii le poeme
je t'aimeeeeeeeeeeee (l) ma ptite femme d'amour (l) à moi

1. gladys-lemire  le 14-08-2024 à 15:01:58  (site)

Thank you my little loving husband, your wife who loves you too, hugs

2. BernardNowman  le 14-08-2024 à 15:09:13  (site)

ouiiii mon amour (l) magnifique article thank uou
je t'aimeeeeeeeeeee (l) ma ptite femme d'amour (l) à moi

1. gladys-lemire  le 12-08-2024 à 16:22:07  (site)

Poème

The soul emptied, the heart extinguished and the loins heavy,
The gentle breeze that the north wind to engage has left to beat the drums
of the gravediggers of love.

The bodies tensed in a brutal contraction
Abandon themselves without passion to penetration.
Not a look, not a tender gesture,
It was enough to wait, for the male orgasm to be satiated,
as are the beasts after the trance of the feast.

In the heavy silence of the commander who falls asleep.
The rifleman could not enjoy the feast.
And must, wait for the next internal struggle.
To fantasize about the distant booty,
Promised by many general staffs.

So mutilate yourselves, stop this trench warfare.
Make the heads fall and make them stick out their tongues.
For your pleasure.
crucify them, so that their arm is docile
And come to caress your soul.
Speak! think! discover! imagine and dream!
Be crazy, inventive, brutal and tender

2. BernardNowman  le 12-08-2024 à 16:30:57  (site)

nice beautiful article et poeme mon amour (l)
je t'aimeeeeeeeeeee (l) ma ptite femme d'amour (l) à moi

3. gladys-lemire  le 12-08-2024 à 17:14:06  (site)

Thank you my little loving husband, your wife who loves you too, hugs

1. gladys-lemire  le 11-08-2024 à 15:28:20  (site)

nice pictures beut strang!!!

2. gladys-lemire  le 11-08-2024 à 16:15:14  (site)

poeme
Drawing nature
making a poplar
this poplar
with its glories its defeats
its reasons to hope
its regrets
its thousands of little hands
feverish
impatient
to applaud the arrival of the day
tracing one by one
their silent delicacy
Listening to each hollow
each pile of black leaves
being of each vibration
celebrating the palpitation
Melt into each line
and let it pass
the threat of the wasp
to write under dictation
the modest perfection of a sunrise in Dordogne
and telling ourselves that today again
we will try to live as best we can

3. BernardNowman  le 11-08-2024 à 16:23:58  (site)

magnifique article et poeme mon amour (l)
je t'aimeeeeeeeeeeeeee (l) ma ptite femme d'amour (l) à moi

4. gladys-lemire  le 11-08-2024 à 16:56:46  (site)

jtaime mon ti nhomme to me mer always me life

1. gladys-lemire  le 10-08-2024 à 15:15:20  (site)

As-tu vu la vache,
La vache aux yeux bleus, bleus, bleus.
Toujours à la tâche,
Elle faisait : "Meuh ! Meuh ! "
Avec sa p'tit' queue nature,
Terminée par un plumet,
Elle battait la mesure
Pendant qu'les oiseaux chantaient.

Tous les bœufs, tous les bœufs,
Tous les bœufs aimaient la vache,
Mais la vache, mais la vache,
Mais la vache n'aimait pas l'bœuf.

Elle aimait un taureau
Olé ! Olé !
Qu'elle avait vu à Bilbao,
À la foire aux bestiaux.
Qu'il était beau ! Qu'il était gros !
C'était un vrai taureau costaud.
Olé !
A la ferme jamais de vacance, toujours en mouvement.

2. BernardNowman  le 10-08-2024 à 15:37:37  (site)

magnifique article et poeme mon amour (l)
je t'aimeeeeeeeeeee (l) my wife adorée always (l) à moi