agonia francais v3 |
Agonia.Net | Règles | Mission | Contact | Inscris-toi | ||||
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
||
![]() |
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | |||||
Article Communautés Concours Essai Multimédia Personnelles Poèmes Presse Prose _QUOTE Scénario Spécial | ||||||
![]() |
|
|||||
![]() |
agonia ![]()
■ De la dissolution de la démocratie dans la ploutocratie ![]()
Romanian Spell-Checker ![]() Contact |
- - -
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2005-04-25 | [Ce texte devrait être lu en english] |
Little lily flower
Cropped in my hand Lost petals At the rising of the last spring Still carries the perfume of your heart Exhilarating my nostrils during wintertime When I am far from you I am looking for your heat The sweet flowers wandering The night amidst my dreams When your colours fade away At dawn, when I wake up Nightmare catches me up In your being away, I am waiting Now that you are not there anymore To protect me I am lonesome coping with time Sent to the front line But I do not know How long I could hang on Without the shadow of a flower To rest.
|
||||||||
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
|||
![]() | |||||||||
![]() |
La maison de la litérature | ![]() | |||||||
![]() |
La reproduction de tout text appartenant au portal sans notre permission est strictement interdite.
Copyright 1999-2003. Agonia.Net
E-mail | Politique de publication et confidetialité