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Lionel 71300 le 15-06-2024 à 09:17:38
Très bon week-end à toi gros bisous Gladys mon amie

Lionel 71300 le 14-06-2024 à 09:45:20
Très bon week-end à toi gros bisous mon amie

francoise4 le 13-06-2024 à 16:36:44
bonne journée bisous ma belle

Lionel 71300 le 13-06-2024 à 08:38:27
Très bonne fin de semaine à toi gros bisous mon amie

BernardNowman le 12-06-2024 à 19:28:54
magnique article mon amour (l) et joliii poeme

je t'aimeeeeeeeeee (l) ma ptite femme d'amour always (l) à moi

gladys-lemire le 12-06-2024 à 17:37:37
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Nights where the azure, the noises and the contours die,

Where the bright lights fade away one by one,

O night, deep urn where the ashes of the day

Slowly descend and dance to the moon.


Garden of thick shade, shelter for mad bodies,

Big heart in which all dreams and desires penetrate

For carnal rest or satisfaction,

Night full of sleep and the faults of being.


Night favorable to pleasures, to oblivion, in turn,

Where in the dark calm the soul opens and trembles

Like a flower to which the wind carries love,

Or it falls like a kid in the straw.


Night leaning over cities and waters,

You who look at man with your starry eyes,

See my heart leaping drunk like a boat,

Whose wind breaks the mast and flaps the canvas.


Look, night whose eye silvers the stones,

This phosphorescent heart whose sharp burning

Would light up like the eyes of owls

The hour without moonlight when the shadow is not safe.


See my heart more broken, heavier and more bitter

Than the rough net that the nocturnal fishermen

Rise, full of fish, algae and sea water

In the wet mist, agile and taciturn.

gladys-lemire le 12-06-2024 à 17:29:10
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