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Titre du blog :
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Auteur :
BernardNowman
Date de création :
09-06-2024
posté le 24-06-2024 à 11:42:37
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BernardNowman
le 24-06-2024 à 15:12:27
merciii mon amour (l) d'etre dans ma vie je t'aimeeeeeeee (l) ma ptite femme d'amour always (l) à moi
BernardNowman
le 24-06-2024 à 12:36:13
joliiii poeme mon amour (l)
gladys-lemire
le 24-06-2024 à 12:28:34
poème
Oh ! Paris is the mother city!
Paris is the solemn place
Where the ephemeral whirlwind
Spins on an eternal center!
Paris ! dark fire or pure star!
Morne Isis covered with a veil!
Spider with huge web
Where are the nations going?
Obsessed urn fountain!
Udder constantly flooded
Where to feed on the idea
Come the generations!
When Paris gets to work
In his forge of a thousand clamors,
To every people, happy, brave or wise,
He takes his laws, his gods, his morals.
In its furnace, pell-mell,
It melts, transforms and renews
This universal science
Let him borrow from all humans;
Then he rejects to the pale peoples
Their scepters and their diadems,
Their prejudices and their systems,
All twisted by his strong hands!
BernardNowman
le 24-06-2024 à 12:03:08
magnifique article mon amour (l)
ouiiii contente et fier de toi tu es ouiiii taff lpartagé mon amour (l) je t'aimeeeeeeeee (l) ma ptite femme d'amour (l) à moi
gladys-lemire
le 24-06-2024 à 11:50:16
merci mon ti nhomme to me de poser pour moi jtaimeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee trè fort
my always me life (l)
gladys-lemire
le 24-06-2024 à 11:46:17
très jolie crèation cool je redi encor suis fier de moi
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merciii mon amour (l) d'etre dans ma vie je t'aimeeeeeeee (l) ma ptite femme d'amour always (l) à moi
joliiii poeme mon amour (l)
poème
Oh ! Paris is the mother city!
Paris is the solemn place
Where the ephemeral whirlwind
Spins on an eternal center!
Paris ! dark fire or pure star!
Morne Isis covered with a veil!
Spider with huge web
Where are the nations going?
Obsessed urn fountain!
Udder constantly flooded
Where to feed on the idea
Come the generations!
When Paris gets to work
In his forge of a thousand clamors,
To every people, happy, brave or wise,
He takes his laws, his gods, his morals.
In its furnace, pell-mell,
It melts, transforms and renews
This universal science
Let him borrow from all humans;
Then he rejects to the pale peoples
Their scepters and their diadems,
Their prejudices and their systems,
All twisted by his strong hands!
magnifique article mon amour (l)
ouiiii contente et fier de toi tu es ouiiii taff lpartagé mon amour (l) je t'aimeeeeeeeee (l) ma ptite femme d'amour (l) à moi
merci mon ti nhomme to me de poser pour moi jtaimeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee trè fort
my always me life (l)
très jolie crèation cool je redi encor suis fier de moi