nature

1. gladys-lemire  le 04-07-2024 à 18:24:28  (site)

Trè joli mon ti nhomme lé imag'
simple mé jolie kan mème l"important et de savoir faire

2. BernardNowman  le 04-07-2024 à 18:43:43  (site)

ouiiiii mon amour (l) c tres joliee magnifique
je t'aimeeeeeeeeeeeee (l) my always d'amour (l) à moi

1. gladys-lemire  le 04-07-2024 à 14:42:06  (site)

mon ti nhomme damour to me
joli imag'

2. gladys-lemire  le 04-07-2024 à 14:44:09  (site)

poème


In this lost Spring
where we loved each other
along the river
one day in May

In this lost Spring
where we feel happiness
leave this hope
that we leave and no longer see

In this lost Spring
and at the rebirth
of such a beautiful passion
Life that no longer exists

In this lost Spring
and the charming birds
and these songs of idylls
beautiful, stripped bare

In this lost Spring
Like a beautiful violin
with damaged strings
That we will never hear again

In this lost Spring
and these old stones
a day in the heart of the vineyards
who will no longer be there

3. BernardNowman  le 04-07-2024 à 17:31:50  (site)

MAGNIFIQUE poeme et article mon amour (l)
je t'aimeeeeeeeeee (l) ma ptite femme d'amour alwalways (l) à moi

1. BernardNowman  le 04-07-2024 à 13:53:28  (site)

1. gladys-lemire  le 03-07-2024 à 14:31:51  (site)

poeme

Believe me, cute, with the crush
That the two of us waste, every day
(Don't make fun of me too much, Clairette),
We could still make some love.
We make love with the crush.

Who knows ? know our hearts a little better.
Who knows ? let's look carefully...sorry, I'm stopping;

You have too mocking a mouth and an eye
(Don’t make fun of me too much, Clairette):
Who knows ? know our hearts a little better.

Let's see, if I had in some retreat
The nest that I dream of and that I sought,
(Don't make fun of me too much, Clairette),
We like it much better when we are hidden.
If I had a nest in some retreat!

A nest ! very hollow, very lost valleys.
No more nonsense, no more cigarettes;
Champagne and Mâcon would be defended,
(Don’t make fun of me too much, Clairette)...
A nest, very hollow valleys, very lost.

What a joy to live as an anchorite,
Flowers and your eyes for every horizon,
(Don’t make fun of me too much, Clairette)!

By the god Plutus, I have some reason
To desire to live as an anchorite.

2. gladys-lemire  le 03-07-2024 à 14:34:29  (site)

ya mon ti nhomme joli articl
jtaimeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee (l) my always (l) me life

3. BernardNowman  le 03-07-2024 à 14:36:04  (site)

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

1. gladys-lemire  le 02-07-2024 à 19:46:40  (site)

voila mon ti nomme the beautiful pictures(l)
tu vois davoir fait bokou de imag" se ma presque guerri mon souffle au coeur, car je ni pensé presque pls(l)
et le music ma bokou aider (l)
jtaime de toute mé force

2. BernardNowman  le 02-07-2024 à 19:49:29  (site)

ouiiiiiiiii mon amour (l) et moi ossi je t'aimeeeeeeee (l) de ttes mes forces
je t'aimeeeeeeeeee (l) my wife d'amour adorée always (l) à moi

3. gladys-lemire  le 02-07-2024 à 19:49:43  (site)

poème

Alas! who taught you these mysteries so young
And all these pains of the poor human heart?
What genius in the middle of lonely paths,
Leaving the cradle led you by the hand?

O vigorous cantor, oh chosen nature!
What is the spirit of Heaven that takes you wherever you want?
What a fragrant breath of holy poetry
Constantly lift the gold from your blond hair?

What mysterious art to your prophetic verse
Mixed so much sadness and serenity?
What divine artist, like the ancient wrestler,
Gave you so much strength with so much beauty?