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Titre du blog :
Création
Auteur :
Gladys1
Date de création :
01-09-2023
posté le 20-06-2024 à 12:49:50
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francoise4
le 24-06-2024 à 14:41:44
bonne journée bisous ma belle merci
Lionel 71300
le 23-06-2024 à 08:33:41
Très bon dimanche à toi gros bisous mon amie Gladys
Lionel 71300
le 22-06-2024 à 20:19:38
Très bon week-end à toi à toi gros bisous mon amie Gladys
gladys-lemire
le 22-06-2024 à 16:43:06
ya nice stars
BernardNowman
le 20-06-2024 à 19:24:41
joliii avec les étoiles mon amour (l)
gladys-lemire
le 20-06-2024 à 13:36:35
Merci mon ti nhomme adoré (l)
taime fort osi
BernardNowman
le 20-06-2024 à 13:33:15
magnifique article mon amour (l) et jolii poeme ossi
je t'aimeeeeeee (l) ma ptite femme d'amour always (l) à moi
gladys-lemire
le 20-06-2024 à 13:17:01
poème
By the streams, by the waterfalls,
In the fields of flowering olive trees,
On the rocks, under the arcades
Whose time undermines the debris,
Under the walls of the old monastery.
In the wood that mystery loves,
Under the shade of the solitary pine,
Under the cool sheltered plane tree;
At the time when, under the humble cottage.
The goatherd takes his meal,
In the hour when the light shines,
At the time when the day does not shine;
Summer, when under the green shade
You come and sit down after work:
Winter, by the cold, by the storm;
Always, everywhere, I follow your steps.
When the Argentinian bells
Wake up the bird in its nest,
It’s me who follows you at matins:
And when the prayer ends.
Leaving the Gothic temple,
It's me who goes under the portico
Offer you, following ancient usage.
Holy water and the blessed branch.
gladys-lemire
le 20-06-2024 à 12:51:24
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bonne journée bisous ma belle merci
Très bon dimanche à toi gros bisous mon amie Gladys
Très bon week-end à toi à toi gros bisous mon amie Gladys
ya nice stars
joliii avec les étoiles mon amour (l)
Merci mon ti nhomme adoré (l)
taime fort osi
magnifique article mon amour (l) et jolii poeme ossi
je t'aimeeeeeee (l) ma ptite femme d'amour always (l) à moi
poème
By the streams, by the waterfalls,
In the fields of flowering olive trees,
On the rocks, under the arcades
Whose time undermines the debris,
Under the walls of the old monastery.
In the wood that mystery loves,
Under the shade of the solitary pine,
Under the cool sheltered plane tree;
At the time when, under the humble cottage.
The goatherd takes his meal,
In the hour when the light shines,
At the time when the day does not shine;
Summer, when under the green shade
You come and sit down after work:
Winter, by the cold, by the storm;
Always, everywhere, I follow your steps.
When the Argentinian bells
Wake up the bird in its nest,
It’s me who follows you at matins:
And when the prayer ends.
Leaving the Gothic temple,
It's me who goes under the portico
Offer you, following ancient usage.
Holy water and the blessed branch.
Türkis