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Here is the Spring!

* Louis-Honoré Fréchette (1839-1908)
Spring
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following Spring, the season of roses. More
bare twigs, yellowing of turf;
More cold mornings or evenings gloomy
Here Spring and blessed days. Here

Spring: flowers half closed
The breeze that comes from wood rejuvenated
Whisper whisper of divine things ... Here
the Spring season nests.

child, all this is revealed to you;
At home, as in the new flower,
cutting its supply of drinking liquor. To

no need for the time you reborn
virgin to have the youth
is your spring, the season of the heart.


* BEAUCHEMIN Nereus (1850-1931)

Ravens

The black crows black plumage,
What drove the autumn wind,
income from their long journey,
caw in the vernal sky.

The thicket, bushes morose
Await their joyous birds
But instead of gays virtuoso
Arrive early crows.

To charm the wood bored
These dilettantes unrivaled
Tonight by snow and rain,
Will give a great festival.

Dreamers, whose ecstasy is short,
Await flights of birds of gold
But instead Bird dream
comes the sombre condor.

March cries before us smile.
Hail falls in midsummer.
The man, born for grief, sighs
And cry before singing.

* Joseph Quesnel (1746-1809)

Dream pleasant

One night the god Morpheus,
... on my eyelid compressed
Distill his softer poppy
I live in a dream in the clouds,
An old man with gray hair;
Who made me hear the words:

Bellone will flee into exile,
Europe of blood watered
regrowth at the bottom of deserts;
And this King George formidable
taming the untamable French,
restore peace to the universe.

Aspen proud and treacherous enemy,
And thy wrath homicide
Hang effects powerless
Albion laughs at your hate,
And you people chained,
He will break the bloody irons.

But what a happy scene opens!
The future is revealed to me ...!
Already I see a thousand ships
Weaving through the liquid plains,
Drivers And less shy
no longer feared that the waves.

March fled the carnage ceases;
peace that kind goddess
Go gather all mortals,
And soon in these prosperous days
The men turned brothers
forehead cense his altars.

Concord finally reborn,
Following him will be forthcoming
The dawn of happier days;
And in their fields made fertile
The laborers free quiet
bless peace in turn.

he said, and suddenly I cry
Old man! whose prophecy
fill our longing,
What do you know of our fate?
I am the father of the year
he says, and I see the future.

At these words the old man takes off,
And a dream all too frivolous
I thought he had abused;
But the success of England
Will know realize I hope
What Time has revealed.

* Pierre de Ronsard (1524-1585)

If I passes away in your arms, Ms.

If I passes away in your arms, Mrs. ,

It is enough, because I do not want

greater honor than to see me if

By kissing you, in your womb to the soul.

The Mars horribly inflamed

go to war, and lack of power,

And youthful years, frolicking to receive

In his chest a English blade;

But me, colder, I REQUIRE otherwise

After a hundred years, no glory, no fame,

Dying idle in your lap, Cassandra.

For I am wrong, or is more blessed,

die thus than to have all the honor,

To live bit , a warrior Alexander.

* Paul Verlaine (1844-1896)

To Madame X. ..

By sending a thought

At the time when you loved me (of course?)

You sent me fresh bloom,

A dear little rose,

Fees emblem, pure message.

She said in her speech

The "oaths of first love,"

your heart to me forever

And all things to use.

Three years have passed. Here we come!

But I have kept the memory

From your pink, and my glory

To think even that.

Alas! if I have the recollection,

I have no flower, nor the heart!

It is to the four winds, the flower.

Heart? but, lo I think

Was it mine forever? us?

me, mine is still going well,

There is always simple. An emblem

's my turn. Say, do you want

That weighed everything, I sent you,

selam Sad, but true,

The poor negress it ?

It is not color of joy,

But it is the color of my heart;

I picked some slot

From I walk paved captive

As opposed to just pain.

Does it need more evidence?

Accept it for fun.

I have gone so far as to pluck,

And it is almost a flower-of-widows.

Everything is blue today, blue and yellow, all is bright. everything is soft and peaceful here. Time seems to stop. Good day fleas. Kisses sunny. Ivano

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A beautiful reading of Black in

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Will read texts from other authors include: Jean-Claude Pirotte Martin Jeanjean, Thierry Roquet, Guy Bordes, Y. Lebarge Thomas Vinau, Axl ...

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That morning
sitting on the edge of a dream
He finalized his assault

Finally the project was simple
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Two pigeons. Two perfectly similar to pigeons pigeons. Two pigeons posed perfectly harmless trivially on a hedge perfectly harmless. And Above all this a gray sky of rain, a sky of the week. A small pit of nothing. Both pigeons resting on a branch dull dull dull in the sky. Both pigeons nothing stuck against each other which is smooth wings. Around, life gallops, or stomps, no one notices this very small dose of tenderness and dull gray. And me, I like swimming and I breathe in the deep blue sea

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Go, my soul, hope great!

The wind rushes through the bushes
all black and green, scattered snow
Chilling
In the sunny countryside.
The sour smell is near the woods,
Horizon sings with voice
cocks steeples of the villages
crudely glow on the clouds. This delightful walk

Through the fog light
teasing sometimes rolls up a sale.
Ah! ignore my old fire that cough! I
ants full heels.
Arise, my soul, quick, come!
Spring is still severe, but which at times
s'édulcore
On a warm breath just enough
To better feel the cold past
And think of the God of mercy ...
Go, my soul, hope great!

Paul Verlaine (1844-1896)


From the shortness of life
Most mortals, Paulinus, complain of unfair discipline of nature, that we are born for a life so short that the measurement of time given to us fled with such speed, speed dries up, that with the exception of a very small number, life abandons the rest of mankind, when they were preparing to live.

Seneca

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almond flowers.

And hearts are like a garden that blooms with its almond trees and hollyhocks !
Anna de Noailles (1876-1933)

The almond blossoms promised, so pure, so fresh, so joyous in the skies clear of Haute Provence.

* Anna de Noailles (1876-1933)

Youth

All the fun of living is held in your hands,
O happy youth, ardent, spring,
Around the whirling fury human
As a bee around a branch of fruit!

You run into the fields, and the flight of a pigeon
Done you more shade on the grass sun.
Your eyes are green, like two buds
Your feet have the cottony soft sheets. You live

trunk fruitful cherry
who rely on air their heavy antlers,
Your heart is light as a wicker basket
Lots of bright petals, stems and mature.

is through play that the air and the morning laughs
That water laborious or doleful lights,
And hearts are like a garden that blooms
With its almond and hollyhocks!

It is through you that we are alive and glorious
What hope is over as the full moon,
And the aroma of summer day joyous
Penetrates deep wide chest !

It is through you that we are constantly involved
In the hot, smelly and noisy nature
That is fertile and a field of barley and wheat
Beautiful as the morning and as the greenery.

Ah! youth, why should you spend
And we remain full of trouble and full of age,
Like a tree that lives without ivy and without Rose, who suffers
on the road and no longer shading. ..

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http://fr.wikipedia.org/wi ki / Almond

"The almond tree is a symbol of virginity: the flowers appearing before the leaves, each branch will then sail completely white, evoking a wedding dress."

"The tree is native to the plateaus and mountains of western Asia. It has been cultivated since 5000 or 6000 years in Iran. It was introduced by the Hebrews in Egypt and brought to Europe by the Greeks . The Romans brought back the amand ... e, which they called "Greek nut" in Italy. The almond tree was introduced in the south of France in the fifth century BC., but he took off that High Middle Ages.

The Arabs diffused throughout the Mediterranean, as and when their conquests. "

Here are the words or lyrics for The almond interpreted by Georges Brassens:

I had the most beautiful From almond
district
And for the hungry mouth
Girls around the world doin
grow almonds
The beautiful, nice job!

A squirrel in petticoats
In a leap came
I dir ' "I am greedy
And my lips feel good
And if you gimme an almond's
J'te kisses knave! "

" Climb as high as you want
That you can
And You crack's, and you peck
Then you nibbled's, and then you
Come down even faster
Give me a kiss right! "When the beautiful

had all eaten eaten
All
" I will pay you, "she said
A full mouth when idiots will
winged
And you will know that fly! "

" Mont 'kiss me if you want

But If you can tell yourself that if you fall
J'n'aurais not a tear in his eye
Tell yourself that if you succumb
I n'porterai not grieve! "Had

course
All Everything's bitten
nibbled my almond crop was lost
My
But her pretty mouth 'greedy
In kisses made me everything!

And the party lasted until
merde / Someone weather
But autumn came, and lightning
And the rain, and south winds have changed my tree
powder
And my love in MEM time!

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A branch of almond

Victor LAPRADE

A thousand buttons red and swollen,
And a thousand flowers ivory
form long ribbons and bows starred
On your bark black

Young branch! and yet under his snowy shroud,
In the mist colorless
Between the blue sky and muddy paths
our fleet again in February.

One hour of sunshine, the blue horizon,
The warm morning
You have to believe, alas! the summer
We were reduced. Sometimes

sterile winter suns misleading
And his face is golden;
But one can not mature flowers
which you are ready.

After this sweet ray that shines with love, The night will
mortal
To attach the spring it takes more than one day
And more than one swallow.

Do not burst your pimples all rosy
That cold is not completed;
For the season for real and fruitful suns
Keep your sap. Winter

your flowers will tarnish the purity
And their reign abbreviated;
Their chalices melt, as would the summer,
glass of snow.

Then when the day will shine, everything must revive
Plants and souls
He will use on you, nothing sprouting,
His dew and its flames.

Then everything under heaven, all will be awakened;
All other branches
rise at the open air their ebony and enamel
their white crowns;

And the sun will paint their forehead charming
Their lips nuanced
And the wind As will look languidly
brides. The slopes

red, variegated paths
From flowers and greenery,
All trees of the woods, every meadow grass
will be in their finery.

Everywhere joyous sounds of honey in every flower,
gold on every cloud, you
But in this concert, the voiceless and color
Will naked and ashamed. Never

Songbird has watched over you
The insect buzzing;
You do not give the green summer
Neither fruit in the fall.

One day you took everything: its rays shone
already dead to seduce you;
And you lost all your kids treasures
Played on a smile.

The first flower of almond

Pierre Menauteau -

twentieth century there was an almond
Who on the threshold of February

Believed understood by few light moments
hum.

- Thank you, tell him bees,
You're the first to awaken.

- I'd be the one to buzz? He then awakens
orchard

It awakens butterflies,
It also awakens the drones. He finally awakens


the poet Who felt buzzing in his head

Beyond this almond orchards
All February.

* Alphonse de Lamartine (1790-1869)

branch

almond rod of almond flowers,
... Symbol, alas! beauty,
As you, the flower of life
blooms before summer and fall.

That neglects or that the picks,
From our foreheads, hands of love, she escapes
sheet,
As our day to day pleasures!

savor these short delight;
argue-even in the breeze, the smiling
deplete
chalices of these fragrances will die.

often fleeting beauty
Resembles the flower of the morning
Who on the cold forehead of the guest,
Tomb before the time of the feast.

A day falls, another rises;
Spring will vanish;
Each flower takes the wind
We said: Hasten to enjoy.

And, since they must perish, Truth
perish forever!
What do these roses wither
That under the lips of love!

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I walk like a bird on his feet too big
A dog that has a tongue to catch the wind
uncouth My dreams do not fit on their legs But
they keep me standing when the rain lashed

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It could still be a different story. A crazy story. An amazing story of nothing. The biggest book of the century. The story of a couple. Two people who love each other. Who really love each other. Deeply. You tell me that nobody can know if someone really likes or not. At best, it can realize, in retrospect, that what he took for love was not. But this can take place afterwards. Once the story ended. So it's easy after. One has the impression that it was obvious. But while we are together is another matter. It's like when one says something to someone and it punctuates the demonstration by you see. And the other nods each. So we said of course he sees. And even the other, he who hears the explanation, he said he has seen, since he believes something and see that it has absolutely no way of knowing if what he sees matches what the other wants to see him. We can know that is wrong only after they realized that it was wrong, but never while it is being deceived. This is the trap. But this couple in this case, really loves. From a sincere love. In addition, they speak the same language. I mean, they understand. They are just different enough and similar enough to share for many years. And they have the same worldview. Important things. Those not to be missed. Those against whom to fight. In short, there is something beautiful and long to be built between those two. Perhaps the story of a lifetime. So they are a long way together. They share the daily. Small joys. Small sentences. All the bazaar. And then one day the girl has something. And the guy says simply: Not . And the girl said Ah, yet it would be nice . And the guy responds: Yes I know it would be nice, but I do not feel capable of doing. The girl sees that she has touched a nerve, so despite the fact that this thing really takes it to heart, she will not insist. She replied: Too bad. It's a shame. And : Too bad. It is unfortunate enough to erode the fortress of their hearts. The type is said that he would never have so loved to make her say: Too bad . It's a shame. And it starts to eat away like salt in the eyes. is the first crack. Minuscule. Invisible. Tragic. Definitely. That's the story.

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A spring yet!

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Because they are white!

Snowing flowers.

Laughing in the rain, The sun wipes

weeping willows

And the sky reflects In the violet

Its pure colors ...

The fly wing opens

And Miss

For golden eyes,

In corset wasp

Brochure his pancake

resumed its growth.

water babbles merrily,

The stud wriggles

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The spring flowers are winter dreams told in the morning at the table angels.

Khalil Gibran

Hi, it's spring! the angel of love! Do not you guess why I'm raging drunkenness? Angel of my grandmother, my angel cradle, Do not you guess that I become a bird, let my lyre trembles and I beat the wing ...
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Still, sitting doing nothing, spring comes, the grass grows.
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the mystery man in the iron mask.

Shahrzad and the mystery man in the Iron Mask, or madness serious delusions of power.

You know this is Shahrzad, it is sometimes unbearable, uncontrollable, swirling, unpredictable, restless, and yet still so adorable. Like its accuracy. The famous Sherlock Holmes would probably have liked the court and share with her adventures. There are women like that. They like a straw at your fingertips and they use it to stir the neurons of their lovers. They love to blow the fire in people's minds. They keep coming back to the load. Poor Sherlock, he probably would not have the distance. I'm kidding.

past few days already, Shahrzad uses once more my fingers to probe one of the mysteries of history, a famous mystery, that of the Iron Mask. This puzzles of great writers like Voltaire, Dumas Pagnol for example, that proposed solutions but none seem convincing. Why did Louis XIV, absolute monarch, ruling monarch challenged from the outset, had he used this terrible way to frighten his opponents? That's what intrigues Shahrzad is what she wants to know. She immediately made a comparison between the murderous paranoia of the Caliph Harun Al Rashid, it treats the case in Baghdad, is its main function, and what seems to be also a form of mental illness among the Sun King . The power to assert must be feared at first, trying to make love Then, it is about survival and it is already a form of murderous madness in itself.

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Those at the top of pyramids of power are they ( are they) all crazy and very dangerous even crazy? Shahrzad is the reasoning. It is always straightforward and that's what amuses me most about this Newton feminine, she hates appearances. Of course, it is easy to detect the paranoia of a Stalin or a Hitler, to calculate the damage amounting to millions of victims, but this is still an amazing thing at Shahrzad, its way of reasoning, it seeks the advantage. For her, the disease follows an order, protect First one who develops and incubates.

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The paranoia is not the only form of mental illness which is "to protect" women or men greedy for power and that seem to follow only one goal, to reach the top of the pyramid, where they think is more sheltered, the most enjoyable place for them, because it is a form of research pleasure.

The lethality is observed in the elimination of rival clans opposing it leads to absolutism and a vast solitude, he is de facto to the desert around us, to accept as submitted harmless, neutered next to the power itself. It is a paradox of these mental illnesses that produce the opposite of what is desired by the patient. Not easy to keep a foothold in reality. Louis XIV and Harun Al Rashid, however, will come to get away, to take advantage of this form of drama he must live. How? Because it will be very well supported, because they find a stable anchor in love. This will create two different kinds of civilizations pinnacle of enlightened absolutism, with the final explosion artistic and cultural advances in all kinds areas. Louis XIV did not say "the state is me" as they wanted him to say, but in his will on his deathbed, he confided that he was only the first servant of the state, nothing else.

One of the commonest forms of madness of power is the loss of contact with reality. This leads to exaggeration, manipulation, conspiracy holds that power itself always like bad dreams he seeks to exorcise. It is normal to be so because the authority is a form of illusion. It can not be sustained by generating illusions, and often all sorts of propaganda which are only delusions actually. Hitler confessed: "Moreover, these delusions are bigger and they will be easy to ensure that the people do own these delusions!"

And it makes a big difference between the Kings, the true guides of their people and the insane criminals who have lost their footing, it is the difference between a Louis XIV and Joseph Stalin for example. The king, the first servant of the people, therefore, is one who knows how to govern by the imagination is that which is feared by the imagination.

Harun Al Rashid, the caliph madman who cut off the heads of his wives on the first night. Shahrzad in the story, she creates an imaginary fun. Which can then know what is true or not in this story. It does not matter, the nation has its share of dreams, he dreams even awake and he smiles, he laughs very good heart tales, fables and fabrications, delusions and other inventions Shahrzad.

Man in the Iron Mask, what an incredible stroke of genius!

Who had the idea? Really this is the most interesting in this story. What message is the first question that comes to me. It seems very simple. My absolute king, I can not just take your freedom, lock you up for life if that is my desire, but I can also make you disappear, remove your identity. Voltaire did not make a mistake. The Iron Mask is the best symbol of absolute power. But all the intelligence of King Louis XIV, will remain at a symbol and why it was still only need one.

Yes, the history of the Iron Mask is a stroke of genius, an extraordinary conspiracy of royalty, a staging. It is almost Molière, but no, I do not think either that Molière ale designed it, no, I rather think of Louis XIV himself. Why? Just because this iron mask or thick black velvet or leather, is a ritual known among sado masochistic and it is even a sort of archetype in this kind of sexual practices. We recover here some features of behavior of the Sun King.

Man in the Iron Mask, a certain form of humor.

I am surprised that Voltaire, Dumas, Pagnol, and many other famous writers did not report it. If, however, there is a rumor. Molière would have been the man in the iron mask. After all, why not. A valet was enough to play this role full time. Guests pass the distinguished guests who wanted to live the strange experience of confinement, the total loss of identity, hidden in a secret cell of the kingdom, which no one could cry out, should not be missed. I find Molière pretty crazy for wanting to experiment in connivance with Louis XIV. Yes you can. Louis XIV tried it you it too? It is more than capable too.

What matters in this symbol is that the people perceive humor, humor very fine, very fine, a comedy that casts doubt. It's very similar with the 1001 nights Shahrzad. The Caliph's crazy, it can cut the head of whoever he wants, when he wants, he has the right, authority. Yet the Caliph shows that it is truly a great king, he does not use this power, he plays, he plays with it, it encourages the freedom to think and create in respect for his authority. It is a form of balance, harmony, recall the rules.

peoples in their care have preferred to show the Kings, from time to time, at the option of revolutions, they too could cut their royalty when they wanted.

(C) Ivano Ghirardini, February 27, 2011

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- The Song Remains The Same
- The Rain Song
- Over The Hills And Far Away
- Crunge
- Dancing Days
- D'Yer Maker
- No Quarter
- The Ocean MP3

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