Auteur : Gleeny
Date de création : 06-08-2023
Adagio
La rue était déserte et donnait sur les champs.
Quand j’allais voir l’été les beaux soleils couchants
Avec le rêve aimé qui partout m’accompagne,
Je la suivais toujours pour gagner la campagne,
Et j’avais remarqué que, dans une maison
Qui fait l’angle et qui tient, ainsi qu’une prison,
Fermée au vent du soir son étroite persienne,
Toujours à la même heure, une musicienne
Mystérieuse, et qui sans doute habitait là,
Jouait l’adagio de la sonate en la.
Le ciel se nuançait de vert tendre et de rose.
La rue était déserte ; et le flâneur morose
Et triste, comme sont souvent les amoureux,
Qui passait, l’oeil fixé sur les gazons poudreux,
Toujours à la même heure, avait pris l’habitude
D’entendre ce vieil air dans cette solitude.
Le piano chantait sourd, doux, attendrissant,
Rempli du souvenir douloureux de l’absent
Et reprochant tout bas les anciennes extases.
Commentaires
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 ♥
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.
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.