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BernardNowman le 11-07-2024 à 16:10:14
merciiii mon amour (l) c tres joliii

je t'aimeeeeeee (l) moi ossi my wife d'amour (l)

gladys-lemire le 11-07-2024 à 15:43:56
Aimer, c’est s’aider et s’encourager

C’est être présent l’un pour l’autre

Aimer, c’est écouter et réconforter

C’est prendre soin l’un de l’autre

Aimer, c’est vivre des beaux souvenirs

C’est des moments de joie et de bonheur

Aimer, c’est toutes les bonnes choses

C’est le partage, la tolérance et la bienveillance

Aimer, c’est plus grand que tous

Et avec toi j’ai appris ce mot

C’est toi mon amour pour toujours

Je t’aime.

BernardNowman le 11-07-2024 à 13:54:56
magnifique article et poeme mon amour (l) tjrss

je t'aimeeeeeeeeeee (l) ma chouchounettte d'amour (l) à moi

gladys-lemire le 11-07-2024 à 13:50:04
Poème



It’s a morning… not a Corot morning

With trees and nymphs – on earth,

It’s a very small corner, between stone walls.

Not very high...

It’s a morning in the small garden of the presbytery.


It's an autumn morning:

Red vine, yellow dahlias

Little fingers twisted with red chrysanthemums;

A sunflower showing its face like a Negro king

Under an old diadem of stiff, somewhat thin feathers...

Green watering can, near the potted geranium.

It’s a morning, without Corot nymphs.1


The priest sleeps, the house sleeps, the road sleeps,

While, gently, gold coins fall...


It's an autumn morning...

The dawn, which has risen stealthily, first shivers

In a pink bathrobe... then starts laughing in the sky,

And everything turns pink like her, and laughs like her,

And there are pink and blond lights such

How unreal the little golden garden seems.

Awakened with a start, in the bell tower, the bell rings:

" Quickly ! Quickly ! Rise up, good people

It is morning ! It’s autumn morning!

I ring ! The weather is good !


Hear, old servant in the white cap, from the presbytery.

It’s time, get up… Get up, old priest;

See the birds, see the light!

Take your cassock and your square cap,

Open your door and go... time is running out!


The aisle has all the tawny tones of the old missals…

Go quickly, don't delay, under the big sky,

In the tiny garden full of joy…

Color of fire, color of flowers, color of honey,

He is too beautiful ! you would take it for an altar.

You would miss mass…”