And hearts are like a garden that blooms with its almond trees and hollyhocks ! 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. ..
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. ..
http://fr.wikipedia.org/wi
http://fr.wikipedia.org/wi
"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. "
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!
music:
http://www.youtube.com/wat
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.
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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