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francoise4 le 28-04-2024 à 13:55:20
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gladys-lemire le 28-04-2024 à 13:14:40



Lurking in the rocks overlooking the beach,

At the foot of the cliff is the small village.

On the waves its roofs seem to lean,

And its boat masts surround its bell tower.

It's in May. – The Ocean, in these beautiful days,

In the warm and clear azure of the Mediterranean.

He sings, and the sun makes it brighter still

Its foam sliding along the golden sands.

The smell of the flow mixes with the scents of the earth

And, over there, the little garden of the presbytery,

Halfway up the hill, is filled with flowers and rays.

Blond, laughing and chasing the first butterflies,

A beautiful child plays there and goes, on the lawn,

From the old priest in a cassock to the old man in a blouse

Who are there, one saying his prayers in a low voice,

The other watering flowers that he doesn't look at,

Because to better see the child, who runs in the light,

One neglects his flowers and the other his prayer;

And they both smile happily at each other.