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BernardNowman le 19-07-2024 à 17:28:48
magnifique article et poème mon amour (l)


my always d'amour (l)


dans tes jeux je vois l'aube éternelle

un éclat de soleil qui s'éteint jamais

ton amour (l) est une flamme qui brulle en moi

éclairant mon chemin vers l'infini

je t'aimeeeeeeeee (l) my always love d'amour (l) à moi

gladys-lemire le 19-07-2024 à 17:04:24
Monks who came to us from Gothic horizons,

But whose soul, but whose spirit dies tomorrow,

Who relegate love to your mystical gardens

To purify it of all human pride,

Firm, you advance along the roads of men,

Eyes hallucinated by the fires of hell,

From ancient times to this day,

In the ages of silver and centuries of iron,

Always with the same priestly and broad step.

Only you survive tall in the dead Christian world,

Alone without bending your back you carry the load

Like a royal corpse at the bottom of a golden coffin.

Monks – oh! seekers of sublime chimeras

Your cries of eternity cross the tombs,

Your mind is haunted by the glow of the peaks,

You are the bearers of crosses and torches

Around the divine ideal that we bury.