La chandelle de mes jours est si tendre que ma vie,
Pelerin enchanté, je poursuis la promenade
De tous sens merveilleux vers le temps où le livre
Qui est triste et si beau toute embrace esplanade…
Et je tiens à la main chaque image de tes jours
Presqu'aucun echappé de l’automne va comprendre
Sens de notre amour, et de poids qui semble lourd,
Mais qu’aucun peut changer, allumer ou eteindre…
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Offline) - Published: January 10th, 2025 08:06
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The candle of my days is as tender as my life,
Enchanted pilgrim, I continue walking on
With all my wonderful senses to the time when the book
Which is sad and so beautiful all embrace the esplanade...
And I hold in my hand every image of your days
Almost no autumn escapee will understand
The meaning of our love, and the weight that seems heavy,
But none can change it, turn it on or off...
… or something like that, apologies for the butchering.
I would prefer to read in english not in a kind of broken french ! Thanks !
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