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BernardNowman
Date de création :
09-06-2024
posté le 05-07-2024 à 14:16:39
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gladys-lemire
le 05-07-2024 à 15:48:59
gladys-lemire
le 05-07-2024 à 15:48:16
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 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.
What good does it do me if my Faith moves mountains?
Than in the arid countryside
The torrents are born under my feet;
Or that reviving the dust
She restores light to the Dead,
If love doesn't drive him?
Yes, my God, when my hands of all my inheritance
The poor would share;
Still for the Christian name,
Braving the most infamous crosses
I would deliver my body to the flames,
If I don't love, I am nothing.
BernardNowman
le 05-07-2024 à 15:36:14
magnifique article mon amour (l)
je t'aimeeeeeeeee (l) ma ptite femme d'amur always (l) à moi
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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 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.
What good does it do me if my Faith moves mountains?
Than in the arid countryside
The torrents are born under my feet;
Or that reviving the dust
She restores light to the Dead,
If love doesn't drive him?
Yes, my God, when my hands of all my inheritance
The poor would share;
Still for the Christian name,
Braving the most infamous crosses
I would deliver my body to the flames,
If I don't love, I am nothing.
magnifique article mon amour (l)
je t'aimeeeeeeeee (l) ma ptite femme d'amur always (l) à moi