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1. gladys-lemire  le 09-08-2024 à 15:02:26  (site)

yoooooooooooooo super joli

2. gladys-lemire  le 09-08-2024 à 15:17:27  (site)

poème

I live, I die; I burn and drown;
I am extremely hot while enduring cold:
Life is too soft and too hard for me.
I have great troubles intermingled with joy.

All at once I laugh and I cry,
And in pleasure I endure many a tormented grievance;
My good goes away, and it lasts forever;
All at once I dry up and I turn green.

Thus Love inconstantly leads me;
And, when I think I have more pain,
Without thinking about it I find myself out of trouble.

Then, when I believe my joy to be certain,
And to be at the height of my desired happiness,
He puts me back in my first misfortune.

3. BernardNowman  le 09-08-2024 à 15:27:47  (site)

ouiiiiiiiiiii mon amour (l) c joliiii l'article et le poeme ossi
je t'aimeeeeeeeee (l) ma chouchounette d'amour (l) à moi

4. gladys-lemire  le 09-08-2024 à 17:02:43  (site)

dear me love
Dans tes yeux, je trouve mon reflet,
Une image de bonheur, un amour parfait.
Ton sourire est un rayon de soleil,
Qui illumine ma vie et la rend plus belle.

5. BernardNowman  le 09-08-2024 à 17:37:45  (site)

je t'aimeeeeeeeeeeee (l) ma ptite femme always d'amour (l) à moi

1. gladys-lemire  le 08-08-2024 à 16:45:04  (site)

beautiful little family always

2. gladys-lemire  le 08-08-2024 à 16:55:46  (site)

poeme

And this London of cast iron and bronze, my soul,
Where iron plates clatter under sheds,
Where sails go away, without Notre-Dame
For a star, go away, over there, towards chance.

Stations of soot and smoke, where gas cries
Its distant silver spleens towards paths of lightning,
Where beasts of boredom yawn at the hour
Doleful immensely, which rings at Westminster.

And these infinite quays of fatal lanterns,
Parques whose spindles plunge to the depths,
And these drowned sailors, under petals
Of flowers of mud where the flame puts gleams.

And these shawls and these gestures of drunken women,
And these alcohols in letters of gold up to the roof,
And suddenly death among these crowds,
O my soul of the evening, this black London which drags in you!

3. BernardNowman  le 08-08-2024 à 17:04:22  (site)

1. BernardNowman  le 07-08-2024 à 17:44:17  (site)

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

1. gladys-lemire  le 06-08-2024 à 15:53:53  (site)

jolie tite imag"

2. gladys-lemire  le 06-08-2024 à 16:02:14  (site)

poem"

I couldn't give you a look, a smile,
You left too quickly and without warning me...
My regret is immense. I would like to tell you
Beyond sorrow, beyond sighs.

Your death haunts my life. To fill your absence
I constantly stir up precious memories.
I find comfort in cheating my suffering
Beyond sorrow, beyond sighs.

My tenderest thoughts go to you at dawn,
I call you and speak to you before falling asleep,
And strangely enough your voice still rocks me
Beyond sorrow, beyond sighs.

3. BernardNowman  le 06-08-2024 à 16:09:07  (site)

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

1. BernardNowman  le 05-08-2024 à 16:38:29  (site)

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

2. gladys-lemire  le 05-08-2024 à 17:35:24  (site)

merci mon ti nhomme to me love you(l)

3. gladys-lemire  le 05-08-2024 à 17:37:47  (site)

poem

Poet! your fervor makes your memory great.
Entirely absorbed in your blessed worship,
You preferred the Muse to everything, even to glory,
Master! who in your art equaled Cellini.

Loves, honors, treasures, all that man envies,
Less than a beautiful verse touched your heart enamored of beauty.
To all indifferent, you passed through life
Your soul and eyes fixed on the ideal torch.

You knew how to see nothing except in the day of its light;
You wanted good to be beautiful and virtue beautiful.
A diamond freed from its first gangue,
Truth charmed you only in beauty dressed.

Blithely carrying the chain of gold rhythms,
You chiseled your dream and your ardor into verse.
Your spirit pure of gall knew only one hatred,
This hatred of Evil betrayed by its ugliness.

Like the bee to the lily, the happy expression,
Rhymes and winged words, ran to your voice.
The image dazzled in your numerous stanza,
My meters were tinged with purple under your fingers.

Number and color, the rhythm with the long word
Married in your verse the line with the proud outline.
Form had your cult, oh impeccable poet!
And with its gifts form has paid your love.