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Titre du blog :
nature
Auteur :
BernardNowman
Date de création :
09-06-2024
posté le 21-06-2024 à 14:18:29
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gladys-lemire
le 21-06-2024 à 18:57:35
mon ti nhomme damour adoré(l)
my always me life(l)
Je voudrais être le soleil de tes jours
La lune de tes nuits
Les larmes de tes yeux
Le remède de tes douleurs
Le sourire de tes joies
Et l’unique personne de ta vie(l)
gladys-lemire
le 21-06-2024 à 16:00:59
ya mon ti hhomme il lé joli
BernardNowman
le 21-06-2024 à 15:56:51
joliii poeme mon amour (l)
gladys-lemire
le 21-06-2024 à 15:54:58
poème
The Bad Guys told me their frivolous lies:
But I only like the words
Of the eternal Truth.
Full of the divine fire that inspires me,
Today I dedicate my Lyre
To heavenly Charity.
In vain I would speak the language of the Angels.
In vain, my God, of your praises
I would fill the whole Universe:
Without love, my glory is equal
Than the glory of the cymbal,
Which with a vain noise strikes the air.
What is the use of my mind to pierce the abysses
Of the most sublime mysteries,
And to read into the future?
Without love, my knowledge is in vain,
Like the dream, of which barely
There remains a slight memory.
gladys-lemire
le 21-06-2024 à 15:39:59
ya mon ti nhomme
ss cotente ke tu aime tadore
BernardNowman
le 21-06-2024 à 14:50:26
magnifique article mon amour (l)
je t'aimeeeeeeeeeeeeee (l) ma ptite femme d'amour always (l) à moi
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mon ti nhomme damour adoré(l)
my always me life(l)
Je voudrais être le soleil de tes jours
La lune de tes nuits
Les larmes de tes yeux
Le remède de tes douleurs
Le sourire de tes joies
Et l’unique personne de ta vie(l)
ya mon ti hhomme il lé joli
joliii poeme mon amour (l)
poème
The Bad Guys told me their frivolous lies:
But I only like the words
Of the eternal Truth.
Full of the divine fire that inspires me,
Today I dedicate my Lyre
To heavenly Charity.
In vain I would speak the language of the Angels.
In vain, my God, of your praises
I would fill the whole Universe:
Without love, my glory is equal
Than the glory of the cymbal,
Which with a vain noise strikes the air.
What is the use of my mind to pierce the abysses
Of the most sublime mysteries,
And to read into the future?
Without love, my knowledge is in vain,
Like the dream, of which barely
There remains a slight memory.
ya mon ti nhomme
ss cotente ke tu aime tadore
magnifique article mon amour (l)
je t'aimeeeeeeeeeeeeee (l) ma ptite femme d'amour always (l) à moi