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BernardNowman le 30-06-2024 à 18:31:12
je t'adore et t"aimeee (l) tres fort moi ossi ma ptite femme d'amour always à moi

gladys-lemire le 30-06-2024 à 16:55:55
merci mon ti nhomme jtaime très fort (l)

BernardNowman le 30-06-2024 à 15:01:16
magnifique article et poeme mon amour (l)

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

gladys-lemire le 30-06-2024 à 14:44:00
Poème




The lunar enchantment putting the valley to sleep

And the day recedes over the level sea

Like a golden boat with many oars,

I gathered together, with a hasty word, my round lambs,

My sheep and my goats become taciturn

And I took the path to the nocturnal cottages.

How sweet the moment was in the quiet evening!

On the water blue rays having come to sit

Paths appeared traced for a fairy

And sometimes they wrinkled like a frightened bleak.

The herd followed me, bellowing and bleating.

I was holding a little white lamb in my arms

Who, being only three days old, trembled on her pink feet

And stayed behind wondering at things.

The silence was full of uncertain rumors,

Wasps were still stapling the breasts of the flowers,

The sky was lilac like peach velvet.

Peasants returned carrying their spades on their backs

Of silver that shimmered under a last ray,

And wicker baskets smelling of grass and onions.

The fields still vibrated with the play of locusts.

I was walking. The fat lamb weighed down my frail arms.

I don't know what regret brought tears to my eyes

Nor what emotion came from this heart to my heart,

But suddenly I felt that my soul was alone.