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Line of Life …

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Lady of spades, heart valet

A clover and a little chimney sweep

Such a passport for happiness

Or as a challenge to misfortune.

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Friday thirteen and a black cat

A large ladder on a sidewalk

Mirror broken, horseshoe

Piece of life, crystal ball

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A ladybird, a scarab

Streak of hair

Hand of Fatma in amulet

Piece of muguet, some nonsense

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Thirteen at table and crossed knives

Bread upside down, crucified owl

Nothing goes on, odd and passes

There is some fish in the trap

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Peacock feather, open pips

Little man in green coat

Mermaid Song and Evil Eye

It is the sinking on a rock …

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One turn of the wheel, the figure seven

A gypsy, faceted ball

A tarot in a tarot

The destiny with half words …

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❤️ Annie K. Barbier ❤️

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I invite you to click on the link below to discover the words of my friend Annie! A true journey that will always bring you back to the Essential, Love, Life …

http://www.la-fée-des-mots.fr .

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What is it ?? A Line … Grrrrr !! 😡 not « Continuous thin Line » but « Continous thin sign »

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… Our Lines …

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As numerous as our lines are,

I will only follow that which will make me Sign

That even the ideal life Assassinate

Without anybody ever Guessing to us !

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*** Ideelle, September 9, 2017 ***

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« Linea »

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How to close this Theme without mentioning « La Linea »? I imagine not being the only one to remember 😉

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Publicités

Basket

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Basketball

When you are tall with hands like snowshoes

Agile under the basket as much as at the free throw

Wear a number that makes you recognize

It is that we make basketball or that we are different

❤️ Alain Hannecart ❤️

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Shelter takes a bullet in her hands

Players entering the field

The in-between can start

Players are prepared

A player hits the ball

All viewers get drunk

The match has just begun

Players are frozen

Takes the ball, marks baskets

We do this to win

This is a game without any mercy

But there is also the ple-plait

Nothing like it to get there

If you want to win

Mandingant you know almost everything

Hurry up, sign up.

~ Carole Anne ~

http://www.creapoemes.com/index.php?threads/basket.104146/

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What is it ? Basketball

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The Sacred Fire

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You who carry within your bosom the Sacred Fire

Without fear of finally being able to Love

You who know how to maintain the Flame

How ever the secrets of your Soul live!

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*** Idéelle, August 30, 2017 ***

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« Dans les yeux d’Emilie », the surprising hymn of France ….

And yes, surprising to find here this song to illustrate this theme basket (basketball) ….

The biggest « challenge » of this theme, a little more « original » than usual, is there, at the musical level.

So ? Why « Emile’s eyes »?

It is quite simple: it was the Anthem of the French basketball team during Euro 2015!

It is a funny choice, which leaves a little … voice, but that amuses more than one. FIBA asked each group to choose a song to air before their meeting in this Euro 2015. And France has slipped the title of an unexpected hymn: « In the eyes of Emilie » by Joe Dassin reworked by harmony of Pomarez, a Landes fanfare.

Before the matches of the Blues, the song reason in the spans of the stadium. For the story, in Montpellier, the harmony of Pomarez even came in the stands to interpret his piece.

And if I share with you the version of Pomarez, I do not resist the urge to listen in the stride the original 😉

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HAPPY ?

Is he Happy ? Are you Happy ?

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To my friends

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Let us sing, O my friends,

Let us occupy ourselves in doing nothing,

Let us murmur the vulgar,

Pleasure is always allowed.

That our light existence

Fainting in games.

Let us live for ourselves, let us be happy,

No matter how.

One day we will have to bend

Under the hand of the time which presses us;

But let us enjoy in youth,

And let’s steal old age

All that can be hidden from him.

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❤️ Evariste de Parny ❤️

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What is it ?

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Happy :

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Happy and blossoming under their halo …

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I have nostalgia for the Unknown

What would be a life of Ingénue

Sheltered in the shadow of words,

Happy and blossoming under their halo …

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*** Idéelle, August 19, 2017 ***

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It takes little to be happy

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Petticoat

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Your white petticoats (Villanelle)

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Margoton put on your white petticoats
The music is there that resonates
Let's dance the rigodon!

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So leave your sheep a bit
At the foot of the walls of Carcassonne,
Margoton, put on your white petticoats.

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The musicians are on deck,
Flutes, violins, hurdy-gurdies
Let's dance the rigodon!

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Arrange your sweet blond hair
Braid them in beautiful crown
Margoton, put on your white petticoats.

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Of love, here is the season,
To your heart, my heart abandons itself
Let's dance the rigodon!

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And tonight, we will unite
My caresses will be good to you
Margoton, put on your white petticoats
Let's dance the rigodon!

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Marcek

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WHAT IS IT ?

* Petticoat *

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Under her petticoat …

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Under her petticoat hid the secret
From a world of illusions and passions
Under her petticoat hid the secret
Of Life, of all his unions!

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*** Idéelle, August 15, 2017 ***

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And all that wore petticoat …

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French song :

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"Le Métèque" by Georges Moustaki & Zazie

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https://youtu.be/O51zyf83mfk

BEACH

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On the beach

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The beach sparkles, smokes
And resounding, vast anvil
That waves and wind
Cover with noise and foam.
I will, according to my custom,
Along the moving roller,
The eyes off, dreaming
Some disappointing dream
Salted with fresh bitterness.
With their sweet cheerful cries
And their ingenuous mines,
Beautiful children, bare legs,
Get wet with that better.
From afar, follows them and scolds them
An old grandma.
A young blonde woman
She reads a novel.
Light muslin
Vagrant Clouds
Tear to the hills.
The big feline waves
Revel, then bounce.
And I contemplate the abyss;
And I would, soul and body,
Mingling with long chords
Who roll from top to top.

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❤️ Emile BLEMONT ❤️

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What is it ?
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Beach

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In the heart of beaches …

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It is all around the passages
That no one knows, no one guesses
For their auras, forever divine
Hidden in the heart of the beaches …

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*** Idéelle, August 9, 2017 ***

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Beach and country 😉

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https://youtu.be/t76ghnW_qlU

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Les Plages : jean-louis Aubert

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https://youtu.be/A_uDAMnEGHY

Hit ? 

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Guitar and Soft Music ..
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Sea and love

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Heaven of our summer nights.
Summer, sea, beach, holidays.
Warm your skin against me.
Guitar and Soft music.
Sweeten your hands on my body.
There in the distance, the big boats sail on a sea of ​​oil.
Their multicolored lights appear and disappear
Like naughty winks, to us destined
Trailing in his wake a festive noise.
On deck dancing couples
Lovers and happy.

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❤️ Reine Bataillou ❤️

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WHAT IS IT ?
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I will remember more than one summer

That only a note will be enough to wake up

By a tube engraved, glued, painted,

So that yesterday may live in me without end ….
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*** Idéelle, le 16 juillet 2017 ***
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