Titre du blog : Création Auteur : Gladys1 Date de création : 01-09-2023
posté le 13-08-2024 à 15:53:27
Four seasons
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gladys-lemirele 14-08-2024 à 15:04:11 Thank you my little loving husband, your wife who loves you too, hugs
BernardNowmanle 14-08-2024 à 13:10:46 magnifique article mon amour (l)
je t'aimeeeeeeeee (l) ma ptite femme d'amour always (l) à moi
jean marie14le 14-08-2024 à 07:55:33 petit coucou je garde ton lien, il fait moins chaud hier nous avons 28 degrés des tempèratures normales d'été et la nuit c'est un 19 tant mieux ont respire , je te souhaite un bon Mercredi ,bises
gladys-lemirele 13-08-2024 à 18:44:41 Merci Jean Marie de ta visite très sympa
je te souhaite un bonne soirée
bisous
Gladys
Jean marie14 le 13-08-2024 à 18:19:46 Coucou je vois que tu a ouvert un blog ici.donc ont.se retrouve enfin ton blog est très beau
Bonne soirée Bises
gladys-lemirele 13-08-2024 à 16:04:15 poème
Hidden in the rocks that look down on the beach,
At the foot of the cliff is the little village.
On the waves its roofs seem to lean,
And its boat masts surround its bell tower.
It is in May. – The Ocean, on these beautiful days,
To the warm and clear azure of the Mediterranean.
It sings, and the sun makes even brighter
Its foam sliding along the golden sands.
The smell of the wave mixes with the perfumes of the earth
And, over there, the little garden of the presbytery,
Halfway up the coast, is filled with flowers and rays.
Blond, laughing and chasing the first butterflies,
A beautiful child plays there and goes, on the lawn,
From the old priest in a cassock to the old man in a blouse
Who are there, one saying his prayers quietly,
The other watering flowers that he does not look at,
Because to better see the child, who runs in the light,
One neglects his flowers and the other his prayer;
And both smile at each other joyfully.
gladys-lemirele 13-08-2024 à 15:55:25 the Four seasons
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Thank you my little loving husband, your wife who loves you too, hugs
magnifique article mon amour (l)
je t'aimeeeeeeeee (l) ma ptite femme d'amour always (l) à moi
petit coucou je garde ton lien, il fait moins chaud hier nous avons 28 degrés des tempèratures normales d'été et la nuit c'est un 19 tant mieux ont respire , je te souhaite un bon Mercredi ,bises
Merci Jean Marie de ta visite très sympa
je te souhaite un bonne soirée
bisous
Gladys
Coucou je vois que tu a ouvert un blog ici.donc ont.se retrouve enfin ton blog est très beau
Bonne soirée Bises
poème
Hidden in the rocks that look down on the beach,
At the foot of the cliff is the little village.
On the waves its roofs seem to lean,
And its boat masts surround its bell tower.
It is in May. – The Ocean, on these beautiful days,
To the warm and clear azure of the Mediterranean.
It sings, and the sun makes even brighter
Its foam sliding along the golden sands.
The smell of the wave mixes with the perfumes of the earth
And, over there, the little garden of the presbytery,
Halfway up the coast, is filled with flowers and rays.
Blond, laughing and chasing the first butterflies,
A beautiful child plays there and goes, on the lawn,
From the old priest in a cassock to the old man in a blouse
Who are there, one saying his prayers quietly,
The other watering flowers that he does not look at,
Because to better see the child, who runs in the light,
One neglects his flowers and the other his prayer;
And both smile at each other joyfully.
the Four seasons