The cross-between seasons forgotten
Still see you once, these fringes of innocence, these pearls of pearly loves dancing after winters mirror, taste hot, the light smoke encor linen washed in laundry chamades ? Get ready a few words to give the procession a future message. Chante morning, evening parties or, or especially not forget these memories e aut heart, this hollyhock away from the southern bird, the wind glac é north, limes asleep the rosi hydrangea. There fir aerobatics in his customary air. Plain is rough and noisy in seasons agreements. Forget not the snows of yesteryear when Christmas comes in his fir siding stars in the home. Children are always played before the party as if to sketch premonitory signs, a joy to the offering. You now know the price of these days - there when triumphant blooming rose after the f stiff winter season, this gaiety ina sible to find his relatives, s oit around the same place at the crossroads of seasons ... How we know this simple childhood wonder, inhabited e sheltered from everything not to forget the rapture of days elapsed and feel weighed hours already dancing tomorrow.