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BernardNowman
Date de création :
09-06-2024
posté le 06-07-2024 à 11:41:56
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BernardNowman
le 06-07-2024 à 12:10:48
magnifique article et joliii poeme mon amour (l)
je t'aimeeeeeeeeeeeeee (l) ma chouchounette d'amour always (l) à moi
gladys-lemire
le 06-07-2024 à 11:53:06
très joli article
jtaime mon chouchounet to me(l) me always(l)
et le poème et très joli aussi
gladys-lemire
le 06-07-2024 à 11:49:06
poème
Spectator, I observe the scene of life
Where characters emerge,
In moments of joy or disappointment
Where the dream becomes illusion and dies with contempt
Where the lie becomes true and the truth at the bottom of the well
But who am I in this world full of actors?
Where everyone climbs onto the platform,
Plays its role like its predecessors
Who am I when I myself have a role in this scene?
I observe, I suffer
But I applaud all these real lies
What would the world be if it were not a fiction
If these scenes were real and done with passion
I swear to God I will attend every day
I would be the heroine of cheerfulness
Trust and love
I would applaud until I couldn't anymore
And I would call the sorrowful souls to come see her
But alas the scene of life remains the same
And I stay in the front row
With or without my applause the curtain opens and closes.
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magnifique article et joliii poeme mon amour (l)
je t'aimeeeeeeeeeeeeee (l) ma chouchounette d'amour always (l) à moi
très joli article
jtaime mon chouchounet to me(l) me always(l)
et le poème et très joli aussi
poème
Spectator, I observe the scene of life
Where characters emerge,
In moments of joy or disappointment
Where the dream becomes illusion and dies with contempt
Where the lie becomes true and the truth at the bottom of the well
But who am I in this world full of actors?
Where everyone climbs onto the platform,
Plays its role like its predecessors
Who am I when I myself have a role in this scene?
I observe, I suffer
But I applaud all these real lies
What would the world be if it were not a fiction
If these scenes were real and done with passion
I swear to God I will attend every day
I would be the heroine of cheerfulness
Trust and love
I would applaud until I couldn't anymore
And I would call the sorrowful souls to come see her
But alas the scene of life remains the same
And I stay in the front row
With or without my applause the curtain opens and closes.