1. gladys-lemire  le 19-08-2023 à 11:49:16  (site)

je suis a la recherche d'un guitariste electro por super remix

2. gladys-lemire  le 21-08-2023 à 12:30:07  (site)

Quand tu montes à l'échelle, souris à tous ceux que tu dépasses, car tu croiseras les mêmes en redescendant.

1. gladys-lemire  le 15-08-2023 à 16:58:15  (site)

Un faux ami se sert bien souvent de vous ! Il exploite à son profit la considération dont vous jouissez. En vous voyant toujours ensemble, il est naturel de reporter sur lui une partie de l'estime qu'on a pour vous, et vous semblez approuver tout ce qu'il dit, autoriser tout ce qu'il fait. Le premier soin d'un intrigant est de se couvrir de l'amitié d'un honnête homme qui devient sa caution, son répondant. Vous aidez à faire le mal sans le vouloir ; éloignez-vous de lui, trouvez un prétexte pour sortir de ce nid de guêpes.

2. gladys-lemire  le 15-08-2023 à 17:01:00  (site)

A false friend often uses you! He exploits for his own benefit the consideration you enjoy. Seeing you still together, it's natural to transfer some of the esteem we have for you to him, and you seem to approve of everything he says, authorize everything he does. The first care of an intriguer is to cover himself with the friendship of an honest man who becomes his surety, his guarantor. You help to do evil without wanting to; get away from him, find an excuse to get out of this wasp's nest.

1. gladys-lemire  le 14-08-2023 à 18:01:46  (site)

La bonne musique ne se trompe pas, et va droit au fond de l'âme chercher le chagrin qui nous dévore.” “La musique est le refuge des âmes ulcérées par le bonheur.” “La musique donne une âme à nos coeurs et des ailes à la pensée.” “Notre époque ne fait plus de musique.

2. gladys-lemire  le 14-08-2023 à 18:03:16  (site)

Good music is not mistaken, and goes straight to the bottom of the soul to seek the sorrow that devours us.” “Music is the refuge of souls ulcerated by happiness.” “Music gives soul to our hearts and wings to thought.” “Our era no longer makes music.

1. gladys-lemire  le 12-08-2023 à 18:09:24  (site)

The street was deserted and overlooked the fields.
When I went to see the beautiful setting suns in summer
With the beloved dream that accompanies me everywhere,
I always followed her to win the campaign,
And I had noticed that, in a house
Who makes the corner and who holds, like a prison,
Closed to the evening wind its narrow shutter,
Always at the same time, a musician
Mysterious, and who probably lived there,
Played the adagio from the sonata in A.

Adagio

The sky was tinged with tender green and pink.
The street was deserted; and the morose stroller
And sad, as lovers often are,
Who passed, his eyes fixed on the dusty lawns,
Always at the same time, got used to
To hear that old tune in that loneliness.
The piano sang deaf, soft, touching,
Filled with the painful memory of the absent
And quietly reproaching the old ecstasies.

2. gladys-lemire  le 13-08-2023 à 11:09:37  (site)

Tenderness is me here thinking of you, just like that, for no particular reason, as I do so often.
When the other is having fun, and who gives him a rose on a Sunday.

3. gladys-lemire  le 13-08-2023 à 17:25:35  (site)

My love,
My gaze crossed yours, I fell in love with you my love.
I no longer see my life without you you gave me back the joy of living.
You gave me gifts, but the best gift was to tell me I love you.
It's both wonderful to feel your love, look at his eyes in which I see every day the reflection of passion, it would be difficult to try to explain in words how big and deep the love is that I have for you.
It would be hard to believe that there can be a life where I am not with you, away from your lips, your skin, everything you do like that, what do you do with me?
These words are just words for reality because these words are not enough to describe a man as wonderful as you.
You are my inspiration, my one and only true love, you are the best thing that ever happened to me in life, the most important thing to me today, tomorrow and always.

I love you my love ♥

1. gladys-lemire  le 12-08-2023 à 15:05:29  (site)

Un soirJe vis assis, tel qu'un ange aux mains d'un barbier,
Empoignant une chope à fortes cannelures,
L'hypogastre et le col cambrés, une Gambier
Aux dents, sous l'air gonflé d'impalpables voilures.

Un soir

Tels que les excréments chauds d'un vieux colombier,
Mille rêves en moi font de douces brûlures :
Puis par instants mon coeur triste est comme un aubier
Qu'ensanglante l'or jeune et sombre des coulures.

Un soir

Puis, quand j'ai ravalé mes rêves avec soin,
Je me tourne, ayant bu trente ou quarante chopes,
Et me recueille pour lâcher l'âcre besoin :

Un soir

Doux comme le Seigneur du cèdre et des hysopes,
Je pisse vers les cieux bruns très haut et très loin,
Avec l'assentiment des grands héliotropes.

Un soir

2. gladys-lemire  le 13-08-2023 à 11:10:16  (site)

Tenderness is me here thinking of you, just like that, for no particular reason, as I do so often.
When the other is having fun, and who gives him a rose on a Sunday.