of each poet lives a festive garden. There are those who are fragile, ñññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññññííííííííííííííííííííííííííí Some people talk to us about love ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! and flee from boredom. It would take me several days to compose the ABCédaire ,| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | It would take me several days to compose the ABCedaire : ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
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of Happiness, !! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! .. A garden of tenderness and caress, !A garden of celebration for my heart as a poet !!! A garden of flowers for the pleasure of the senses.
Alas, no, I am not called Brassens To be able to come out with the right words of meaning I am not even called Georges To let rise, from the depths of the throat The words that suffocate, the words that hurt The words that jostle or make you pale. What a pleasure to Play with words! Play it, make soft images Strong or sometimes not very wise... How would he have transcribed? The unbleached rafters of the fragile dam Which is now held on a wire? The dark swirls of my mind. Would it take a grey dam to keep the lake from my sweet madness? Should I fit into this mold, blending anonymously into the wave without swell In the clay that the humans my brothers have made muddy, hopeless and without tomorrow. Sometimes would have liked to be the daisy The bench of lovers, The pretty flower in a cowhide, The Auvergne, the cracked butt, But here it is; I am ME my despair With my generosity and Love And especially to be loved?
Unfortunately, no, I don't name myself Brassens To be able to get out of the right words of meaning I don't name myself Georges To let the words that suffocate, the words that make the words that push or make you feel pale.
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Good evening 🙋 Ok it'
s fine, it's beautiful, it's moving, but can you do it again without SMS language please 😂 Good evening 🎤
Hello, it's nice... but have you thought about all the words you'd miss if you had to ban the letter "Q" and replace it with the letter "K"? Writing "WHO" or "WHEN" is not 6r1gar... Not reactive but with a head on his shoulders. Mapi26
Text in boldItalian text shines like the sun, you radiate kan the day rises, your eyes shine like the stars, your smile is like the blue sky, your voice is like the birds sing, your air is like my oxygen, your sweetness is like a dove, your caresses are like the wind ki caresses me the body, your kindness is like life, your sensitivity is like a rose, you radiate like an angel, you are the beauty of the universe, you are the wisdom of our soul, your goodness is limitless, your face is that of a god, your courage is limitless, you are the guardian angel of our heart, you look like a god, your generosity is endless, before you, everyone kneels down to respect you, without you, the world would not survive. stay as you are because for us, you are a juska angel at the end of time.
