Sunday, May 8, 2011

Poem

Sous la tonnelle, trois de jasmin se detachent,
Elles viennent se poser volentantes
sur la surface brulante du the vert
le prince des fluers ne se livre que rarement
et choisit uniquement la fin du jour
ou les suaves somnolences deviennent partage.


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2 comments:

  1. 1q23May 9, 2011 at 3:07 AM

    Hmmn. It looses so much in translation.

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  2. Suf n SteveMay 9, 2011 at 8:53 AM

    sorry i couldnt find my french keyboard today, was in another place thou!

    i'll get u the translation

    happy springtime darl!

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