Les moments où je mets mes mains sur tes seins si doux au toucher. Bonjour ma femme, Avoir des enfants de vous est la plus belle chose que je veux, dans le reste de ma vie. Tenez-vous bien. Je vous aimerai toujours, et personne ne ou la chose ne peut l'ébranler.
Tout conjugue le verbe aimer. Voici les roses. Je ne suis pas en train de parler d'autres choses. Premier mai! l'amour gai, triste, brûlant, jaloux. Fait soupirer les bois, les nids, les fleurs, les loups. L'arbre où j'ai, l'autre automne, écrit une devise. La redit pour son compte et croit qu'il l'improvise. Les vieux antres pensifs, dont rit le geai moqueur. Clignent leurs gros sourcils et font la bouche en coeur. L'atmosphère, embaumée et tendre, semble pleine. Des déclarations qu'au Printemps fait la plaine. Et que l'herbe amoureuse adresse au ciel charmant. A chaque pas du jour dans le bleu firmament, la campagne éperdue, et toujours plus éprise. Prodigue les senteurs, et dans la tiède brise. Envoie au renouveau ses baisers odorants. Tous ses bouquets, azurs, carmins, pourpres, safrans. Dont l'haleine s'envole en murmurant: Je t'aime! Sur le ravin, l'étang, le pré, le sillon même, Font des taches partout de toutes les couleurs. Et, donnant les parfums, elle a gardé les fleurs. Comme si ses soupirs et ses tendres missives. Au mois de mai, qui rit dans les branches lascives. Et tous les billets doux de son amour bavard. Avaient laissé leur trace aux pages du buvard! Les oiseaux dans les bois, molles voix étouffées. Chantent des triolets et des rondeaux aux fées. Tout semble confier à l'ombre un doux secret. Tout aime, et tout l'avoue à voix basse. On dirait. Qu'au nord, au sud brûlant, au couchant, à l'aurore. La haie en fleur, le lierre et la source sonore. Les monts, les champs, les lacs et les chênes mouvants. Répètent un quatrain fait par les quatre vents.
(Premier mai - VICTOR HUGO, Les contemplations)
(Premier mai - VICTOR HUGO, Les contemplations)
Cisca Zarmansyah : When the moon was asked, "What do you want?" I heard its answer was, "I hope the sun disappears, hiding behind the clouds forever!"
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Adriaan Zef : Idiot!
Cisca Zarmansyah : You rebel.
Adriaan Zef : Nope! I'm erect.
Adriaan Zef : Come on, hon.
Adriaan Zef : Skip that SOB!
Adriaan Zef : You are mine.
Adriaan Zef : No need clothes. No need bras. Come on, time for our bed.
Cisca Zarmansyah : No, blue beard. Wait a minute. I still want to type a little more, ... "There was a great king who depressed and lost his confidence. One day he called all the people in his country. He said,"
Cisca Zarmansyah: ... BB, are you still there?
Adriaan Zef: Get out of my mind.
Adriaan Zef : Ok, go ahead. Promise me, briefly only. What did he say?
Cisca Zarmansyah: "I want a special ring that can reconcile the country. I want the ring has a peculiarity that can make me happy when I'm sad, and can make me sad when I'm happy."
Adriaan Zef : Don't start me with your silly fantasy, hon. Please.
Cisca Zarmansyah : No. Just listen to me. Let me continue it. Of course, the king's desire confused the clever people in the country.
Adriaan Zef : who cares? all to hell!
Cisca Zarmansyah: After sharing ideas, thinking hard and negotiate, then the clever people finally agreed to make the ring was inscribed with these words.
Adriaan Zef : what words?
Cisca Zarmansyah : hehheee....
I don't know. Once completed, the ring was directly saved by the king. 
Adriaan Zef : stop sticking your tongue out!
Adriaan Zef: stop laughing!
Adriaan Zef : You lie!.....
Adriaan Zef : I'm sure you know it!
Cisca Zarmansyah : Ok, let us sleep now. You are already angry. Promise me, no love bites tonight.
Adriaan Zef : No, I can't promise you.
Adriaan Zef : You really make my nerves curly. But don't worry.
Adriaan Zef: I'll make you say what is written in the ring! you must tell it to me!
Adriaan Zef : Ok, come on.
Valentino Vie : There is the moon at night. A man is silent with a thousand words, just stares with his wounded heart, his heart is hurt. The air is heavy with romance so suffocating his chest, when the love hit by a wall. Please open your heart's door that is always frozen. So I can see the moon again in your face. Do not hide your heart to me. I, a man, and the moon, you, united in the night when the wind blows in the breeze here.
Cisca Zarmansyah
When the moon was asked, "What do you want?" I heard its answer was, "I hope the sun disappears, hiding behind the clouds forever!"
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Valentino Vie : Only the sun that can accommodate its moon's dreams. You are my moon and I am your sun. The light of beauty that you have is derived from the light power that I have. You are my moon, my woman. I am your man, your sun. Do not hide me from you.
I need you to see my strength and you need me to see your beauty. Let the stars watch this story.
I am the biggest star for you, and you do not have to expect a small star to decorate your night, because we have been through a few nights without stars in the sky, and life still goes on.
*****(V- des Vosges, Mai 2011)
Reading For This Post:
► Out of this world heist leads to "Sex on the Moon"
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