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BernardNowman le 27-06-2024 à 12:52:47
magnifique article mon amour (l) et joliii poeme

je t'aimeeeeeeeeee (l) m ptite femme d'amour lways (l) à moi my wife (l)

gladys-lemire le 27-06-2024 à 12:49:18
S je parle pas si je dis rien , c'est que j'ai rien a dire;

le silence est parfois bon et avenant.

tout en respectent le droit et choix des autres,

cela ne fait pas une indifférence.

gladys-lemire le 27-06-2024 à 12:38:49
poème brume



When you came, with thoughtful steps, in the mist,

The sky mixed crystal and brass with gold.

Your body could be guessed, uncertain undulation,

More flexible than the wave and cooler than the foam.

The summer evening seemed like an oriental dream

Rose and sandalwood.


I was shaking. Long religious and pale lilies

Were dying in your hands, like cold candles.

Their dying perfumes escaped from your fingers

In the faint breath of supreme anguish.

From your bright clothes exuded in turn

Agony and love.


I felt a shiver on my silent lips

The sweetness and fear of your first kiss.

Under your feet, I heard the lyres break

By shouting to the sky the proud boredom of poets

Among languidly diminishing streams of sounds,

Blonde, you seemed to me.


And the spirit thirsty for the eternal, for the impossible,

From infinity, I wanted to modulate widely

A hymn of magic and wonder.

But the verse rose stuttering and painful,

Naive reflection, childish echo, bumpy flight,

Towards your Divinity.