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Titre du blog :
Création
Auteur :
Gladys1
Date de création :
01-09-2023
posté le 24-06-2024 à 11:36:54
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BernardNowman
le 24-06-2024 à 15:10:29
merciii mon amour (l) d'etre dans ma vie je t'aimeeeeeee (l) ma ptite femme d'amour always (l) à moi
BernardNowman
le 24-06-2024 à 12:35:17
joliiiii poeme mon amour (l)
gladys-lemire
le 24-06-2024 à 12:26:20
poème
Oh ! Paris is the mother city!
Paris is the solemn place
Where the ephemeral whirlwind
Spins on an eternal center!
Paris ! dark fire or pure star!
Morne Isis covered with a veil!
Spider with huge web
Where are the nations going?
Obsessed urn fountain!
Udder constantly flooded
Where to feed on the idea
Come the generations!
When Paris gets to work
In his forge of a thousand clamors,
To every people, happy, brave or wise,
He takes his laws, his gods, his morals.
In its furnace, pell-mell,
It melts, transforms and renews
This universal science
Let him borrow from all humans;
Then he rejects to the pale peoples
Their scepters and their diadems,
Their prejudices and their systems,
All twisted by his strong hands!
gladys-lemire
le 24-06-2024 à 12:05:12
merci mon ti nhomme merci detre dan me vie jtaime my always
BernardNowman
le 24-06-2024 à 12:00:31
magnifique article mon amour (l) ouiii contente de toi tu es
je t'aimeeeeeeeeeeeee (l) ma ptite femme d'amour (l) à moi
gladys-lemire
le 24-06-2024 à 11:42:21
magnifique crèation cool
suis contente de moi (l)
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merciii mon amour (l) d'etre dans ma vie je t'aimeeeeeee (l) ma ptite femme d'amour always (l) à moi
joliiiii poeme mon amour (l)
poème
Oh ! Paris is the mother city!
Paris is the solemn place
Where the ephemeral whirlwind
Spins on an eternal center!
Paris ! dark fire or pure star!
Morne Isis covered with a veil!
Spider with huge web
Where are the nations going?
Obsessed urn fountain!
Udder constantly flooded
Where to feed on the idea
Come the generations!
When Paris gets to work
In his forge of a thousand clamors,
To every people, happy, brave or wise,
He takes his laws, his gods, his morals.
In its furnace, pell-mell,
It melts, transforms and renews
This universal science
Let him borrow from all humans;
Then he rejects to the pale peoples
Their scepters and their diadems,
Their prejudices and their systems,
All twisted by his strong hands!
merci mon ti nhomme merci detre dan me vie jtaime my always
magnifique article mon amour (l) ouiii contente de toi tu es
je t'aimeeeeeeeeeeeee (l) ma ptite femme d'amour (l) à moi
magnifique crèation cool
suis contente de moi (l)