Un essai

                                               

               Ceci est surement une partit de mon imaginaire

                                            

                                                  LOL

 

                             

 

 

  

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                                                  

                                                                                              A suivre MDR

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Circonstance oblige

                                                       Bonne fête de fin d’année a tous

 

                    Amicalement Murielle

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EVENE

                                                       Je retiens ces citations

             Pour moi une belle leçon

                 

 

                   Chacun a sa mémoire ;

               la meilleure est souvent la pire

                 

 

                                               Colère et intolérance sont les ennemis

                         dune bonne compréhension  

                          

 

                      Légoïsme est en fin de compte

                   le pire ennemi du bonheur humain

                                                                 

 

    Ce qui est passé a fui ; ce que tu espères est absent ;

                                mais le présent est à toi 

               

                    La pensée a des ailes.

                        Nul ne peut arrêter son envol

                 

            

 

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Dédicasse

                                                                                                                 

                                

                                                                                                     

                                             Je n’en connais qu’un il est vrai

 

                                        Mais quand a l’histoire de son prénom qu’elle renom

                                                 Dans l’humour je lui mettrais volontiers cette

                                                                                      

                                                  Car bien des vertus cette arbuste

                                                              Qui plus est de son avancé montre toute sa robustesse

                                                 

                                                                                  

                                                                                                 LOLO

                                                       Hé oui ce diminutif LOL 

                     des yeux, des ailes je vous laisse imaginé bien des vérités

 

                                                      

                                    Mystère et surprise font de lui un être généreux

                                                                                  Voila enfin pour moi une facette descriptible  

 

                                                                                                   AMICALEMENT Murielle

                                                                                                                          

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Une nuit

                                           

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                           Au week end d’halloween
                                                On allume nos têtes de citrouilles

                                                       
                                                     On  s’fait peur on s’fout la trouille           

                                                       
                                                       
Ha! ha! ha! bouh! bouh! …

                             

                                     Comme nous raconte les contes

                                        

                                      Mais laissons parler notre imagination.

                                     

                                                                        

 

                                               

 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

 

                                                                                          

 

                                                                            

                                       VOILA bien les ingrédients

                                     pour  une nuit de frayeur.

                                                         

 

 

 

 

                                                                                       

 

                                                                                        

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
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Clin d’oeil

                                                                                                             

                                                                                                              

                                                                                                                 

                                              

                                                                                         

                                                                    

 

                                                                                                                       

                                                                  

                                                                                       

                                                                       

                                                                                    

                                                                                                                                  

                                                                                                                                                

 

 

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Pluie

                                                Il pleut doucement sur la ville 
                                                                                                                           

                                           Il pleure dans mon coeur
                                           Comme il pleut sur la ville,
                                           Quelle est cette langueur
                                           Qui pénètre mon coeur?

                                           O bruit doux de la pluie
                                           Par terre et sur les toits!
                                           Pour un coeur qui s’ennuie
                                           O le chant de la pluie!

                                           Il pleure sans raison
                                          Dans ce coeur qui s’écoeure.
                                          Quoi! nulle trahison?
                                          Ce deuil est sans raison.

                                          C’est bien la pire peine
                                          De ne savoir pourquoi,
                                          Sans amour et sans haine,
                                         Mon coeur a tant de peine!

                                                                                                                                              (Arthur Rimbaud)
                                                                                                                                                       1874

 

                                                                                     

                                                                                  Il pleut, il mouille
                                        C’est la fête à la grenouille

                                                    
                                        Quand il ne pleut pas
                                        C’est la fête à la tortue!

                                                      

 

 

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