Des moments d’horreur,
Qu’aucun mot ne peut décrire.
Un violon pleure.
Paris
14 Saturday Nov 2015
Posted in Poésie
14 Saturday Nov 2015
Posted in Poésie
Des moments d’horreur,
Qu’aucun mot ne peut décrire.
Un violon pleure.
Hortus Closus 
Une horreur !
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Un massacre à Paris
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
Europe is in tears—are we far behind?
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Mon coeur aussi…
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Da muchísimo miedo…
Todos deberíamos ser uno.
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Peace and freedom!
What do we want ? Peace!
And what do we want ? Freedom!
Peace now! Freedom now!
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Vive la France!
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La ville est vivante,
Perdant un peu de son sang,
Elle se renforce.
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Puis-je le reprendre sur mon blog avec le titre de ton choix et l’illustration de ton choix ?
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Human tragedy could if been stopped if the weak Western leaders face ISIS massacres in June 2014 and obliterated them.
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yes of course
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Heartbreaking.
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Praying for Paris.
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Beautiful scenery
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Search a tragedy lord give the strength to recover from this awful day.
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Peut-on être à ce point inhumain ?
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So sad, Esther.♡♡
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