The olive trees dance
The memories of four lives,
Of a family.
They will dance forever since
They are rooted in our love.
Hortus Closus
Pour vivre heureux, vivons cachés
Pour vivre heureux, vivons cachés
The olive trees dance
The memories of four lives,
Of a family.
They will dance forever since
They are rooted in our love.
They are rooted in our love.
Very Nice!
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To be king of trees
Did not please an olive tree,
When the offer came.
http://paysdepoesie.wordpress.com/2013/07/01/le-roi-des-arbres-est-un-buisson/
L’olivier se récuse, offrir l’huile, il préfère.
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Belle queste tue parole, affiancate ad un albero antico e vitale.
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
AND LOVE NEED NOT DIE…IF PREPARED TO FLOURISH!
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