FOR POETRY

  Yes for you, I would like to be able  to offer you better, share in smiles your tenderness, this tenderness that makes me alive. Your desires to consume, your needs to satisfy, no one dares to offer, only I care for you. Let’s take time to appreciate, in thoughtful ways, in beautiful days of our humble reality, communed reality we chose, make me free like I always want to be. I accept to live in your world, live together and forever, I will make your dreams come true, I will offer them to you today, tomorrow and always.

No need to know whether you'll come or go, in the streets with my eyes closed, step by step, I  will follow you. You are my small beautiful choice, I want to find myself by your side, so give me your hand and  your future,  I want to s ee the morning sun shining on your face, need to be there  by your side. I want to s ee you grow, see you changing for me, it's a pleasure, a n adventure I would like to live with you. At every moment, your different world, your great love, they bring me close to you.

Beautiful girl,  with lively sweet eyes, with a fresh and sincere gaiety, my heart is tightened when I'm not near to you, Love pleases when it's extreme but my love is stronger than all, my desires were wildest, I dreamed of glory but now I would give anything  just  to be  loved by you. It's useless to ask if I will be  changing my destiny, but I'm swearing to you with my heart in my hand, I can not live without you.

I do not know  what's happening to me tonight, I look at you like for the first time, more words from you, I don't know how to tell you anymore, but you are this beautiful love story that I will never stop reading. Fragile words were so beautiful, words from yesterday and tomorrow, but always this one truth, the time for dreams is over, memories we forget them. You are like the wind that makes the trees vibrate, and carries the scent of roses, sometimes I do not understand you, your tender words coated in sweetness land always on my heart and more words that you sow in the wind. My destiny is to speak to you, speak to you like the first time, that you listen to me at least once, because you are my forbidden dream, m only torment and my only hope, nothing stops you when you start, if you knew how much  I want a little silence, you are the only music that makes my stars dance.

When the winds blow by and your coat threads far too thin, head low against what wears you out, think once and then count me in. If troubles mount beyond belief, leaves you to shed your skin, in search of comfort in a stranger's care, breathe twice and then count me in. Come knocking hard with your hand, to late your chance to win, what credit given then, wait and then count me in. Should dark marks your days, in lamplight all looks grim, turn up your collar,  turn back your steps, give me a sign and count me in.

Let me breathe for long time,  the scent of your hair,  immerse my whole face in it,  like a thirsty man  in the water of a spring rain,  and wave it with my hand  to shake memories into the air. If  you could see all I see,  all I feel in your hair, my soul travels on your perfume  as the souls of other men on music. Your hair contains my whole dream,  full of sails and masts;  contains great seas whose monsoons  carry me to charming climates,  where space is bluer and deeper,  and the atmosphere perfumed by human skin. In the caresses of  your hair,  I find the languor of long hours  spent on the sofa in my room,  I see the infinity of  tropical azure;  I breathe combined smells  of  musk and coconut oil.

Idol of my life, you're my heart, my treasure, tell me if your desire agrees with pleasure? As I love you in beautiful days, I want to love you always. Give me hope, I offer it to you in return, teach me constancy, I will teach you the love. Be partner of a heart  that adores you, you're my only memory, I promise you again what is beautiful is to come. Toward your soul I am drawn by the sweetest transport, on your adored mouth let me say again, I will love you in beautiful days and I can love you for always.

The color of  your eyes  makes my heart spin, a round of dance and sweetness, halo of time,  nocturnal cradle, and if  I no longer know everything I've been through, it's because my eyes  have not seen you. Leaves of  the day  and moss of the dew, reeds of the wind,  fragrant smiles, wings covering the world with light, breeze coming from the sea, your love gives off all purity. Perfumes hatched  from a brood of dawns that always lies on the stars, as the day depends on innocence, the world depends on pure eyes, and all my blood flows in your eyes.

It is natural that from time to time we feel exhausted, we lost energy, we feel sad, sometimes depressed, we worry about so many things at the same time and our body resists, then I can only tell you to take it as a natural state that happens to all of us, so calm down and do less things, enjoy more the life, walk it will help you to less feel tired and more be happy. Then you will feel things transparent and sweet, more than before, as if everything of life is written to relax you and then return to joy again, you will see that a second or third opportunity will always make you discover something new, a new state of mind.  The success begins by the will of a person. If you think that you are destroyed, you are. If you thought that you could not win, you could not do it. All is in your state of mind. You must think positively about you before you can recover.  Life's contests don't always go to the strongest, but often just thinking you can win will make you win the prize. Peo...

While I speak the language of verses, she falls tenderly asleep, her cheek has found the peace of spring,  her body poses in a dream of her being. Her eyes at the hour of the stars under the cover of her skin, she is taking up the slope of fables and I obey to her distant signals. It's always the snow ball outside, she joined the night in her adorable arms, I see her hand moving her mouth  and I ask to myself why she remains like the steps of silence? Does she escapes from her childhood to this secret country forbidden to my steps, I am beside her like a willow that trembles, I 'm desperately afraid of the sleep of her eyes. Of her heart that I listen to the Love stops in her dreams,  and gives me back her conscience  in this marvelous patience.

The Advent period, which corresponds to the four weeks preceding Christmas, is an opportunity throughout Europe to prepare for the end of the year celebrations. A very strong tradition linked to Christmas, are the Christmas markets. The first market of this type dated back to Germany, and were organized on the occasion of Saint Nicholas. Today, cities are increasing their efforts to offer ever larger and more wonderful markets to visitors. The squares are very decorated and illuminated; they are teeming with stalls selling all sorts of potential Christmas gifts and various culinary specialties. In recent years, Christmas markets have been transformed into real amusement parks and offer to their visitors ice rinks, entertainment and Ferris wheel rides. In France, the most famous Christmas market is in the city of Strasbourg. It was organized for the first time in 1570. Today, the city has around many markets spreading across its different districts and welcoming many visitors each year ...

I am here, tardy Autumn, waiting for you. I’ve prepared you a hot coffee and lit a fire. Come with your aroma and sweep away that light of my shoulders. Summer's still shining in my mind. But your white hand swears by Autumn and readies the saddle for your poems. Autumn considers my idea then implements it: the hillside and the clouds climb the slope of the sky. Nothing more than this. Of course, you could add a burst of lightning to shatter the dark. You were all mistaken, you thought that horses live on the hills of Spring.  Autumn’s hills are the horses’ residence. The scent of rain excites them, their nostrils flare, then they leap over stone walls toward the summit, to graze on the edges of clouds.