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Auteur :
Gladys1
Date de création :
01-09-2023
posté le 02-06-2024 à 19:16:42
Red woman
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Lionel 71300
le 04-06-2024 à 08:32:38
Très bonne semaine à toi gros bisous mon amie
francoise4
le 03-06-2024 à 14:42:23
bonne journée bisous prend soins de toi
Lionel 71300
le 03-06-2024 à 08:27:05
Très bon début de semaine à toi gros bisous mon amie
gladys-lemire
le 02-06-2024 à 19:22:47
poeme
O heaven! I see you again, madam,
Of all the loves of my soul
You the most tender and the first.
Do you remember our story?
I kept the memory of it:
It was, I think, last summer.
Ah! Marquise, when you think about it,
This time that we spend madly,
How he escapes and flees from us!
Do you know well, my old mistress,
That in winter, without it appearing,
I will be twenty, and you eighteen?
Well ! love me, without flattery,
If my rose is a little faded,
She has retained her beauty.
Child ! never spanish head
Was not so beautiful, nor so crazy.
Do you remember this summer?
Of our evenings, of our quarrel?
You gave me, I remember,
Your golden necklace to soothe me,
And for three nights, that I die,
I woke up every quarter of an hour,
To see him and to kiss him.
gladys-lemire
le 02-06-2024 à 19:18:40
Red woman
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Très bonne semaine à toi gros bisous mon amie
bonne journée bisous prend soins de toi
Très bon début de semaine à toi gros bisous mon amie
poeme
O heaven! I see you again, madam,
Of all the loves of my soul
You the most tender and the first.
Do you remember our story?
I kept the memory of it:
It was, I think, last summer.
Ah! Marquise, when you think about it,
This time that we spend madly,
How he escapes and flees from us!
Do you know well, my old mistress,
That in winter, without it appearing,
I will be twenty, and you eighteen?
Well ! love me, without flattery,
If my rose is a little faded,
She has retained her beauty.
Child ! never spanish head
Was not so beautiful, nor so crazy.
Do you remember this summer?
Of our evenings, of our quarrel?
You gave me, I remember,
Your golden necklace to soothe me,
And for three nights, that I die,
I woke up every quarter of an hour,
To see him and to kiss him.
Red woman