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Article posted 9 days ago
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My favorite french song
WITH THE TIME
with the time, go, everything's going away
we forgot the face and the voice
the heart, when it beats alot, it's not the pain about going
finding it more farther, you must leave it alone and everything's going good,
With the time...
with the times, go, everything's going away,
The other we liked, we search under the rain
The other we guessed, turning a regard,
between words, between lines, and under the fare
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Opinion posted 17 days ago
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Soon Christmas !
Funny moments !
Family's moments !
Happy moments !
Lot of love, lot of joy and lot of happiness !
I have a great thought for Charlie Chaplin.
I love this Gentleman, he takes part of my life with all his fabulous movies.
Why I talk about him ?
Because The King of Comedy left us on December 25, 1977.
And I just want to salute him from the bottom of my heart !
And Always remember this Charlie's quote :
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Article posted 20 days ago
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Soon we shall plunge into the cold darkness,
Farewell, vivid brightness of our short-lived summers !
Already I hear the dismal sound of firewood
Falling with a clatter on the courtyard pavements.
All winter will possess my being : wrath,
Hate, horror, shivering, hard, forced labor,
And, like the sun in his polar Hades,
My heart will be no more than a frozen red block.
All atremble I listen to each falling log,
The building of a scaffold has no duller sound.
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Article posted 25 days ago
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I would, to compose my eclogues chastely,
Lie down close to the sky like an astrologer,
And, near the church towers, listen while I dream
To their solemn anthems borne to me by the wind.
My chin cupped in both hands, high up in my garret
I shall see the workshops where they chatter and sing,
The chimneys, the belfries, those masts of the city,
And the skies that make one dream of eternity.
It is sweet, through the mist, to see the stars
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Article posted 1 month ago
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Votive Offering in the Spanish Style
I want to build for you, Madonna, my mistress,
An underground altar in the depths of my grief
And carve out in the darkest corner of my heart,
Far from worldly desires and mocking looks,
A niche, all enameled with azure and with gold,
Where you shall stand, amazed Statue,
With my polished Verses as a trellis of pure metal
Studded cunningly with rhymes of crystal,
I shall make for your head an immense Crown,
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Paris, France
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